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veryace-ficrecs · 6 months

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Batman Outsider POV Fic Recs

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Wait... you're backup? by Ceciliedr - Rated T

When her team is captured by Lex Luther, Traci can do little more than cross her fingers for a rescue. When someone does crash the party, it isn't anyone she knows. Traci sincerely hopes the guy in the red helmet is on their side.

library card by mikkal - Rated T

Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).

Finding a New Perspective by njw - Rated T

“I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?

“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?

She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be—seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.

But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new.

Captain Marvel's Adopted? by Len_suilon_mellon - Rated T

When Captain Marvel sends out a distress call, the only League member available is Batman. Bruce comes to his aid, but he finds out that Billy is a 10-year-old homeless orphan with black hair and blue eyes. Obviously, he makes the only logical decision and adopts Billy. Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark. This story is written as 5+1 story from the Justice League's POV as they attempt to define the weird relationship between Batman and Captain Marvel. 5 times they didn't realize Batman had adopted Captain Marvel, and the 1 time they did.

The Startling Secret Identity of The Batman by Nokomis - Rated T

Good evening, super-sleuths! Boy, do we have a treat for you today. We’re delving into one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the modern era. The million-dollar question. The billion-dollar question, if one of these theories holds water. That’s right. We’re gonna risk life, limb and sanity by asking the question… who is The Batman? [In-universe Buzzfeed Unsolved accidentally stumbles on Batman’s secret identity. The Batfam reacts.]

playacting by nex_et_nox - Rated G

“So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question. “What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could. Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.

5 times the Justice League catch Bruce acting domestically by TimesBeingWhatTheyAre - Rated G

...and the one time he lets them see it aka 5 times the kids torment Bruce, and the time that he actually arranges a meet-up and minds are blown

the politics of dancing by TheResurrectionist - Not Rated

After months of silence following his mysterious resurrection from the dead, the prodigal Wayne heir shows up at an unlikely meeting. “Where is Mr. Wayne?” Jason crossed his legs, cracking his neck. “He’s not coming.” “I was assured Mr. Wayne would be here.” “Tough. Looks like you’ll have to settle for me, huh?”

I Love My Gay Son(s) by reeby10 - Rated G

But the part that had everyone’s attention was the shirt, a plain white t-shirt with “I LOVE MY GAY SON” emblazoned across the chest in bold, rainbow letters.

Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya - Rated G

Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.

The five times Flash came to Gotham for help and the one time he didn't need to (5+1) by Silver_Athena - Not Rated

Barry needs help solving a murder, he goes to Gotham for help. Though he's looking for Batman he seems to constantly run into new heroes. Why do they all seem connected to Batman? --- “You know where he lives?” “I practically live there myself, why is this so surprising to you? You’ve worked with him for- Oh… oh my God, you guys don’t know!"

A Break in Tradition by incogneat_oh - Not Rated

Gordon had seen something when he caught the canary yellow cape out the corner of his eye– something in the way the kid had moved. So he figures he should ask, “You doing okay up there, son?” AKA: The one where Jim Gordon minds a tiny vigilante until his bigger, scarier partner can collect him.

gotham aviary by pepperfield - Rated G

“I see you have a new addition to the family,” Bella says, smiling at the group pushing their father along toward the plaza stairs. “Yeah, we stole him from his backyard,” Jason tells her brightly.

“average billionaire adopts 1000 children a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average billionaire adopts 0 children per year. Orphans Bruc, who lives in cave & adopts over 1 child each month, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

what goes around by Goldmonger - Rated G

A civilian accidentally kills the Joker. It’s a confusing time for everybody.

artemis crock coming to the wrong conclusions by impravidus - Rated G

Nightwing has his hands outstretched, his palms opening and closing exaggeratedly. Red Hood shakes his head. “I am not gonna—” “Just one?” Nightwing interjects sweetly. “Please please please?” “You are such an idiot—” “Just ooone. C’mon, Hood. Don’t these arms look so warm and inviting?” “Inviting for a stab, yeah.” Artemis sees Nightwing being his affectionate (or as Red Hood would put it, extremely annoying) self and comes to the wrong conclusions.

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squarebracketsmileyface · 1 month

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I literally am obsessed with everything about them. Do not worry about getting distracted and such and ranting about these beautiful characters.

Also it would not be polyhornets because Alex is not involved, it would be Bram!

I LOVE THIS LITTLE FAMILY!! I LOVE THE ADDITION OF JESSE!!!! I LOVE THEMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are wonderful names btw!!!! I'm tempted to give you the names of what my (Previously mentioned friend now partner lmao) named the Jam twins we made cause there is a similar naming scheme there. But also, the twins are on the internet somewhere and if you found out who I am I think I would have to hide away forever.... But still... It tempts me......... Maybe one day!

~💜

Ah thank you, Bram. I'm really bad at figuring out the ship names for these guys lol. I expect them to get longer the more people are included, and then its four letters and I'm like... huh.

Anyway, I am also obsessed. I fucking love these characters so much, thinking about the kinda post MH story for them is so special to me. I'm SO glad you like the names. I love them. I think they're so cute. And now I'm really curious what names you guys game the twins, like how similar are the names, if the naming convention itself is similar?

You don't have to tell me, obviously, but I do wonder.

I remembered more about the post MH storyline that me and my boyfriend talked about AGES ago (before I'd decided that Tim and Brian would have another kid, and before that kid was named Jesse after Jessica), which was specifically about the 'canon' way that this story goes (not the 'everyone lives' AU). Because it ended up being that like, Tim did end up getting back in touch with Jessica because she and Taylor had a kid who ended up in the same school as Birdie did I think? (small fucking world huh 💀 everyone's turning up at this damn school).

Anyway Jessica was like, picking her kid up from school and she saw Tim while he was waiting in the playground, and just kinda sidled up to him to see if it actually was, and like, sure the conversation was a bit awkward, but it was still nice. (I know Jessica doesn't remember MH in the comics but she does here, just like she has a kid here, and isn't being actively fucked with by the operator and skully lol)

Anyway, then Birdie came out of class and over to Tim, and Jessica had this little moment looking at her where she was like "god this kid looks just like Jay" and she doesn't get a chance to ask Tim about it, because then her own kid is coming out of class and they have to rush off to get to his after school club or whatever, but the next day when she sees Tim again, Jessica just quietly asks if Birdie is both Tim's and Jay's, and Tim gets like, really quiet and just gives her a tight little nod and that's the end of the conversation.

But like, over the next term or two, they slowly talk more and eventually Tim admits that Jay died at the end of MH and that he lied about it to Jessica back then because he thought it was the right thing to do. They become good friends though, and they take their kids to the part together and stuff, so Birdie has a "cousin" in Jessica's kid who she becomes fast friends with, and their little family grows. Because like, yeah they have Brian's family, but they don't get to see them super often.

Side note, Brian having a very big, very lovely family is a huge HC for my boyfriend and I. We have a whole cowboy/wild west au that ended up accidentally revolving around Brian having a huge family who are just, really really accepting of queerness. Like, Jay was a trans guy, Alex was a trans girl, Tim and Brian were gay/bi etc, and the four of them were poly, and brians mum was just like, cool, can one of you PLEASE go wrangle the younger kids for dinner??? It's great. She also makes Alex her first dress, and teaches her 'how to be a woman', like, sewing, cooking, all the stuff a lady in the 1800's wild west would need to know.

I love that woman. She's the best character in that whole AU. She treated Tim like one of her own sons because he and Brian had been friends since they were kids, except Tim was CLEARLY her favourite and she was an absolute menace (affectionately) to Brian, who was the oldest or one of the oldest out of, like, 7 or 8 kids I think.

Best au ever lol.

SPEAKING OF BRIAN ACTUALLY, you wanna know one of the ideas I went through before settling on Brian showing up as a teacher at Birdies school? I'm gonna tell you anyway so please nod.

At first, I was gonna have it so that Tim and Brian only met each other again when they were both in, like, their late fifties to early sixties. Like, Birdie would be all grown up and living with her wife (oh yeah Birdie's a lesbian and ends up with a wife) and one day Tim and Brian just, run into each other, and it takes them both a moment to place where the hell they recognised each other from, but eventually they do, and just like in 'canon' S,IL they both have a big crying reunion about it. And then it was just them being old men falling in love with each other all over again, y'know?

It was SUCH a cute idea. It was so fucking cute. I still love it.

#asks #mh brim #tim wright #brian thomas #marble hornets #marble hornets fanfic #mh sorry its locked #fic/series rated E on ao3 #in case anyone would prefer not to read that #pretty girl propaganda au

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kaettytropmignon · 3 months

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an open letter. feel free to read, feel free to not.

my problem is i long for debate and discussion, if not to reach resolution then at least some form of mutual understanding. wanting these things in and of themselves aren't bad, they're good! we should always make an effort to understand one another, right? the problematic thing for me is i can't stop this urge from surfacing, over and over again. i'm caught in a cycle of "maybe if i try again, this time will work out" to "it hasn't and never will. accept defeat" and for a little while i feel that way but then it returns; "maybe if i try again,"

i would genuinely like to have dialogue with people who do not like my ideas, what i have to offer, and myself as a result. i don't mean to convince people to change their stance, it's a bit more like i want to be convinced. i want it explained to me, i want to understand! i'm so curious.

so when i make contact please know it's with no malice, and i apologise if these attempts to do so have resulted in any distress. if my problem is i can't stop trying to engage, then your problem ("you" assumed to be the opposition; simplified, anti-kaetty – the one and true name of the ship as it sounds much nicer) is taking everything with bad faith and ill intent. i invite you to consider that conflict is not abuse, and i encourage anyone with the inclination to reach out to me for literally reason at all. here, on main, on discord under the same name. it's electropath. feel free, even just tell me to go away.

but i don't think anyone will, you see. firstly because i am not tagging or @'ing, not spreading this as The Daily Drama Post for folks to see, and secondly because, again under the assumption that i laid out before, you don't want to understand me, or jay, or dolly, or any others who get dismissed as fringe freaks and weirdos. and i think you might even take pride in that.

(not that i'm saying i'm better. this is all for a cartoon frog show. let he who is without cringe throw the first stone)

another problem is how i have obsessed over this. i keep thinking back to what i (and my contemporaries) have done that is wrong, because i can't figure it out. what is it? what justifies this abject rejection we experience? because back in the day where, if you'll pardon my selfishness, i felt like i meant something in this small fandom space, i can't imagine anything that's different to how i am now.

not to say i'm incapable of change. i am. we all are. what i mean is, bluntly, i liked pretty and shipped her with kaeloo the whole time. i didn't go around telling people but it's not like it was a secret. and as for creating nsfw content, i would save explaining myself for a real discussion with a real person, not talking aloud to myself on a public forum.

i look back at this brief interaction i had after i left stm, the server i created for myself and my fandom friends that had quickly ballooned beyond these intentions. passing ownership to random, who i trusted with this power at the time, and her sharing the parting words of some server members.

i wonder, was i missed?

"hopefully we'll get to see them here again someday" honestly, even now, i would love to rejoin stm. i just don't think it would love to have me. idk, maybe i'll ask random sometime. but also i've bothered her enough. but also it doesn't hurt to ask. but also– haha, see? caught in the cycle of trying over and over.

anyway on the off chance that this is being read by the person who sent this message

i will now take the time to reply, ignoring the abuse allegations and choosing to focus on the question at hand. yes they are gay. yes i am saying that. thank you for your inquiry. best wishes.

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beardedmrbean · 1 year

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An LGBT mob that targeted two Chicago store owners for sharing conservative memes gave up after just a few weeks, even after it vowed to harass the entrepreneurs until they went out of business.

“The protesters realized they were helping us more than hurting us,” Xander Kazanowski told the Washington Examiner via a phone interview. He credited the original Washington Examiner article and other media coverage for generating support for his business.

Personal letters, purchases, and words of support have all helped Kazanowski and his fiancée persevere through the battle.

Kazanowski said organizer Karen Rose Gilbert had promised to protest the store until it could not pay its rent and had to go out of business. Instead, the cancel culture mob lasted just two weeks, and Boho Barbie Ken is still standing — even stronger than before.

Kazanowski told the Washington Examiner that the group “Gays Against Groomers” had promoted the store. He said lesbian and gay individuals were buying hundreds of dollars of merchandise from the store to support him after the publicity.

But help also came from unexpected places and in an old-fashioned method.

“Some people mailed us a Bible verse and $20,” he said during the phone interview. A Texan had heard about what was going on and wrote him a letter along with the verse and money to show support. “Keep up the good fight,” the letter’s author wrote.

He also said “people have come in and talked” to him and his fiancée to show their support for the store.

His fiancée, Anna Marie Skalicki, has the right attitude on how to win over cancel culture. “They have every right to do this as much as we have every right to share our beliefs,” Skalicki said.

“I’m not ashamed of our faith,” she previously said. “I’m not ashamed of the truths that we believe.”

One motivation that probably kept them going is that their beliefs are bigger than just their personal political inclinations, but rather how the couple, who have a young child together, see the world in light of being relatively new parents.

“I’m pro-woman. I’m not necessarily anti-trans or whatever, but I’m pro-women’s spaces, and I don’t think men should be encroaching upon women’s spaces,” Kalinowski has previously said.

“The Bible speaks a lot about how you should treat women and how you should treat your wife,” he said, according to the Loyola Phoenix. “I know that in my heart I’m supposed to be the rock and the leader and guide us to truth and just be the one who doesn’t get pushed around and doesn’t submit to the will of others.”

“Doesn’t get pushed around” is a good way to describe him.

The victory against cancel culture in Chicago is a good message for others facing the mob: Don’t apologize if you did not do anything wrong. Do not let others push you into paying fealty to “Pride Month” and the LGBT mob (a concept Toronto Blue Jays player Anthony Bass might want to remember).

Others targeted by Karen Gilbert should take heed. Gilbert, after all, checks out every business that comes into Rogers Park to make sure it is friendly and "safe" for "queer" people, according to the Loyola Phoenix.

Of course, if the business is not deemed friendly to Gilbert and others we know what will happen; they will organize a protest mob that will ultimately fall flatter than the Bud Light beer that’s rotting away on store shelves.

#nunyas news

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s0lar-ch3ri · 9 months

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out of context things for a fic im reading (its from my mutual, and i might update my unfinished oneshot for gill after...and do a big oneshot seperation lol)

fic link for people who havent read it yet GO DO THAT NOW EVEN IF YOUVE ALREADY READ IT REREAD IT AND COMPLIMENT IT THIS IS ALL ABOUT CHAPTER 5

im adding "This letter is filled with glitter. If you open it you will be too." in some way shape or form into my vocab its beautiful

i honestly thought that jay was gonna say gill and OH MY GOD THATD BE SO FUNNY AND KINDA ANGSTY IF DONE IN A CERTIAN WAY LOL

(honestly kinda a fic idea there: ava gets help from lizzie as they learn lizzies brother [chip] believes that gillion likes ava or smth. i wanna see the siblings helping their siblings come together)

...oh the heart refs are starting

"He did. She screamed." pure comedy imo

"He kind of liked that idea, he needed more mean girl friends (one can never have too many)." SCREAMING MUTUAL YOU KNOW THE LESBIANS SO WELL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

...mutual. im not your mother father or parent i wanna put you in timeout AHHHH WHY THESE REFS

mutual. hey. you dont need to remind us. you can let us be happy.

i wonder what the title of the fic means btw

as someone who calls their friend pookie, MISS FERIN DIDNT FUCKING STUTTER

"Stress shouldn’t be real, it was stupid." PREACH!

OH MY GOD HE SAID THAT BEFORE THE KISS HES SO GAY YOUR HONOR GAY AS HELL

FUCK ME I CAN IMAGINE GILLS VOICE SAYING THAT HANG ON IF I DO AN OUT LOUD IMPRESSION...

fuck it is as riduclous as it appears

bro jay and ensa have had a "they/them pussy" moment together and i see it thats the fucking look on their faces good for them

OH. I SEE. GAY "SEX" THEN DEATH. FUCK

he found his kid got a bitch and was so shocked and happy he fucking died

"But then again, maybe he deserved it." chip babygirl you make no sense

wait chips 17 here. 2 years away from being 19. the canon age. oh nononononononono

hey. anybody else notice a pretty big character of chips past hasnt been brought up yet? like, fucking price. the guy thats believed to have mistreated chip. the guy who made chip kill a man. MUTUAL WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING.

okay so i have a theory. my mutual doesnt plan on giving chip a break, hes just lost his dad unknowingly how, hes currently 17, and price hasnt been mentioned ONCE. characters act pretty similar to canon, including how theyve been mistreated in a sense (seen by the elders). the title (You'll Forget (It's Not Your Fault)) doesnt seem any good.

my theory? following the canon idea that chip has been through so much he easily forgot about kenta and his nightmare shit, chips gonna be dealing with price, and i dont think its gonna be just for a couple months. price is behind arlins shit, and price gonna make chip think this shit is all his fault.

oh nvm checked tags REDO THEORY

minor character death probs means you know who if you read it i dont wanna say it cause big spioier uhhhh READ IT OKAY IM SAYING IT NOW arlin, but from the beginning its had memory loss (how i didnt notice this before is beyond me) so im thinking its caused by like bad shit that happens (price is going to fuck with him more and ill sob) and hes blaming himself for it cause he thinks all thats happening including the memory loss is because hes doing shit wrong

(from what i know, depression and shit can cause memory loss BUT im not sure ill be back with results tmr on this so until then REBLOGS OFF)

check my mutual out or ill llegally have to eat you (on tumblr @red-might-be-dead)

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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The kin pride ask makes me cringe at how awful I was in my past life towards the LGBT+ community. I know part of the joke of my source is how much of a hypocritical jackass I was but like... yeah, it's not going to surprise anyone familiar with my source that I was deeply repressed about being gay. My parents raised me to value money above all else. "Money is more important than you, me, your mom or God," my dad used to say. "If the world knows you're a [slur I won't repeat here], you'll never make it. You're going to die alone and homeless and dirt poor if the world thinks you're [different slur for non-straight men] so get it together, you piece of shit. I didn't work my ass off to give you a good life so you can throw it all away chasing ass."

I was 11 when he said that to me. So all the fans who see gay subtext between me and Jay, yeah, that was very much a thing for me. But my dad told me I would end up not just never owning a business like I wanted, but homeless and dead young if I didn't hide it. I needed to be perfect. I was the smart kid. I needed to make enough money to support my family and pay for my mom's medical care. I wasn't allowed to make mistakes. "Do not fuck this up for us, you festering filthy [three letter slur, you know the one]," my dad told me when I was 12 and he thought I looked at another boy too long, grabbing my wrist so hard he left a ring of bruises around it. "Do you love your mother, Hank? Do you give a single shit about her?" I told him I did. "Then get it together!"

So I did. I held it together and never said a word to anyone and hated myself. I made 'jokes' about 'that kind' of guy and focused on my work and built a business empire that funded my mother's treatments and saved her life. And then I died at 40 with more money than you can even imagine but not one kiss from someone I loved.

I can't make it up to everyone from my universe I hurt. I'm better now. But I can't say this is a kin Pride confession because I was not proud. I was ashamed. I'm not going to blame my father for everything. I accept full responsibility for my actions.

But also fuck you Carl Pecker, I hope you're burning in Hell and I don't even believe in that shit.

Sincerely, Hank Pecker

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #hankpeckerkin #homophobia cw #child abuse cw #prevabuse #slurs #classism cw #death cw #mod party cat #chara hate

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gucciwins · 4 years

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Breakout Room

Harry is chatty and Y/N wants out

Word count: 1162

A/N: I dislike breakout rooms but I was in class and this came to mind. I thought I’d share it with you all. A short piece that I hope you enjoy.

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"Alright, class, it's now time for breakout rooms to discuss this week's readings that we had to do for Bad Feminists by Roxanne Gay. Groups of two or three. See you in 15 minutes." Professor Green said with a cheerful tone, happy to put you all in rooms of quietness.

You dreaded when this time came. It's not like you to interact with others in person. Why do they assume you want to do it as well through a camera that freezes every time you move to pick up a pen?

Group 4, accept or decline why is it an option when if you refuse, you stay in the main session with your Professor who will ask many questions and accept is dealing with others who may or may not make you question why they are in that class. Men in a gender's studies class are there to be educated, not to do the educating. Thankfully, Professor Green never gets tired of putting them in their place.

You feel your palms begin to sweat as your screen begins to load, one person exiting as your camera focuses. There on the screen staring at you with a dimpled smile is a boy in a black hoodie where only half the top of the design can be seen. It's an exciting design, and if you were any other person, you would ask to settle the burning question, but you won't.

He waves and begins to talk, but you can't hear him because he forgot to take off the mute. No, you don't tell him because this is amusing.

You turn on your microphone and stare at yourself through the small box displaying your name. Your hair is up, and you're wearing a grey crew neck with three different colored birdhouses, as well as a Blue Jay, and a Red Robin. It's soft, and you got it thrift shopping for a dollar.

It's an eight-thirty class, meaning you don't look awake enough yet.

Times like this, you wish you liked coffee to wake you up, you prefer tea, but it seems your roommate finished the last one and didn't bother throwing out the box.

"I'm logging off. I'll log back in fifteen." You move your mouse to the red leave button but stop when you hear his voice.

"You're going to leave me alone." A whine heard in his voice, but that isn't what surprises you. It's the accent. He's British.

Most of the time, you forget how large your university really is when you only interact with your department.

"Are you in the states or back in your native country?" You ask because this would eat you alive if you didn't ask.

"The accent always gives me away. No, I'm still here. I have an apartment close to the university. My lease is up after I graduate. No point in breaking it." Harry shares that as if you are an old friend. "I'm assuming you aren't leaving me anymore."

"I don't like breakout rooms." You're not sure why you didn't just leave. You don't owe him anything. This is your first meeting if you can call it that.

"Well, sorry to hear that. I love them." Harry shares. "I love talking with people."

"Sorry." You don't know why you apologize, but it felt like the right thing to do

"Well," He pauses, seeing as he now has your attention. "We could just talk."

"Why?"

He looks down at his lap before once more looking up, you're not sure if his cheeks went red or he's sweating, but he does look embarrassed. "You have a nice voice."

"Uh… thanks."

"I'm Harry." He puts us a piece sign in greeting.

It's different, you think.

"I know."

Harry's mouth drops. "How?"

"It's displayed on the screen." You say before you see him look down, nodding because your name was there as well.

"Right." He scratches his neck, nervous tick, you assume. "How do you like this class?"

"It's great. Thinking of declaring it as a minor. Not that many units." You tell him surprised at your willingness to do that,

"Barely? Shouldn't minors be declared sooner? I'm assuming you're a senior or whatever."

"A junior, but I would be double minoring."

"Impressive. I'm also a junior. Scary how close our last year is. What's your major?"

"Psychology," Your camera shakes, your cat headbutting the laptop, causing you to laugh, but Harry never questions you. "And yours?"

"Kinesiology."

You hum, nodding your head.

"What's that look?" Harry is quick to question.

You shrug. "Just typical of you frat boys, if I'm honest."

"I'll have you know I'm not one of them." He tells you smugly.

"Shocker." You roll your eyes, getting him to laugh at your bored tone.

"It's just that I'm too pretty for them." Harry fakes a hair flip causing you to burst out into laughter.

"Very humble as well." The sarcasm dripping from your voice.

You both laugh, causing you both to fall silent.

"See, this was nice, a virtual date." You swear his eyes almost pop out when he realizes what he said. "Shit, what, not a date, not that you're not pretty because you are, but uh.. I'll shut up now."

"You're not so bad yourself, Styles, but you already know that."

His camera goes black for a second before he returns, looking more composed. "Do you want to talk again?"

"If the zoom gods allow it." You joke.

"You're funny. I bet your laugh is even better in person." Harry has his head propped on his chin, smiling at you, a bit loved up if you're honest.

It makes you feel flustered; gosh, when has a boy ever managed that. Before you can reply, a text pops up on your screen, informing you there are sixty seconds to return to the main session. You don't even think about before accepting and leaving Harry alone without a goodbye.

The last half hour of the class goes by quick. You push all thoughts away from the pretty brunette you spent fifteen minutes talking to. Professor Green bids you all goodbye, and you're out after typing out a "Thank you, Professor." Not giving you time to think about it twice.

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After scheduling out the following week's readings and assignments, you log in to your email, always needing to be up to date. Also, to get rid of spam that you may have begun to receive. There is one from a professor letting you know they submitted the letter of recommendation. You type out a quick thank you, it took a lot of courage to ask, but thankfully it got done, meaning a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

You stay staring at one email. It shocks you, honestly.

[email protected]

Subject: ZOOM ABANDONMENT

You laugh at the subject, not at all, having expected him to reach out.

It seems it wouldn't be the end of your interaction with Harry Styles, but the beginning.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #fluff #harry styles fluff #harry styles story #zoom university #something short but sweet #harry styles writing #harry styles uni

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blutunesninja · 4 years

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Explanations below (I spent sooooo long on them holy hell)

Just thought this was a fun thing to put together, I’m definitely missing a few things but I got as much in as I can, and I tried to explain most of these as best as possible.

Above iceberg/sky:

Kai is the green ninja: Rumors in the season 1 era, it was very built up.

S1-2 voice errors: Many ninja talk with the wrong voices in season 1 and 2.

Zane in the fridge vs. a note: In Season 1 Episode 2, Home, Zane is shown sitting in the fridge in the UK version. In the U.S version, there is just a note.

S1Ep1 video game: On the television release in the U.S for the first ever episode, the ninja are seen playing a custom made video game which is foreshadowing them in the fight for the golden scythe. In the Netflix version, they are playing the Ninjago DS game.

Wu is Lloyd's dad: Wu and Lloyd both have blonde hair, and Wu used to have a thing for Misako.

Jay using wind powers: In the episode The Green Ninja, Jay uses wind powers in the volcano to blow away fire.

Seliel: An original character in the Ninjago Comics, Phantom Ninja

Animejago: Anime style Ninjago in Season 11 “The Absolute Worst”

Zane = Ice Emperor: Before the reveal many people theorized that Zane would be the Ice Emperor.

Iceberg:

Echo Zane is Mr. E: A scrapped idea by the writers which shows Harumi finding the old lighthouse and rebuilding Echo Zane into Mr. E. Still plausible.

Cole had depression as a ghost: In a canon Ninjago book, The Book of Spinjitzu, it’s confirmed that Cole went through a depressive episode during his time a ghost because of his failure to contribute to the team in the same way he used to.

Sorla is Garmadon and Wu's mother: Sorla has lots of knowlegde about elemental masters, but it’s unknown where she got this information as she lives in the Never-Realm. Also this

Jay has ADHD/Anxiety: He talks quickly, has bad reactions to loud sounds, understands social cues, scared in tense situations, and many other things (this is very plausible)

Lar the water ninja: A self proclaimed “water ninja” named Lar

Merjitzu: An odd rumor back then about mermaid spinjitzu...?

Zane's visions: Zane has many visions throughout the show, and they all seem to come true/seem accurate

Cole's mother: Many theories spawned around the identity of Cole’s mother before season 13, mainly because she was rarely mentioned and never seen until then.

Below iceberg:

Zane and Nya are murderers: they have the highest kill count in the show by far

The SoG massacred tons of people: Self explanatory, while the SoG were taking over Ninjago and running the streets in Season 9, of course they harrassed people.

Cole is colorblind: Cole frequently refers to things as the wrong color in the show, leading to this theory/headcanon

EM age slower than regular people: A prime example of this is Ray and Maya. They don’t appear old at all even after many years. The same can be said about Wu’s whole family.

Ninjago manga: More information on it here, but it’s basically a gag manga series with only 8 pages.

Original S7 ending: The original ending was written to be a finale of Ninjago. It would end with Acronix and Krux locked up in Kryptarium Prison 2.0, forty years in the future, while Lloyd and Kai reminisced about the adventures they had in the past decades and no sign of Cole. [SCRIPT]

Ronin has a wife and kids: Tommy Andreasen stated that in his head, he imagines Ronin has three children and a demanding wife. [tweet]

Nelson and the mailman are related: ???? I don’t even know...

Deeper iceberg:

Zane is a transmale: Stemming from this wiki page because of their visual similarities.

Vex killing prisoners: There are many prison cells in the Ice Emperors palace, but all are empty, leading many to believe they’ve been killed/frozen.

Cole is an oni: Cole survived the fall into the darkness that only oni can survive, like Garmadon and Lloyd. There is no explanation for this, and with little origin story to Cole’s family, one can only assume.

Mistaké is still alive: Many believe Mistaké is still alive, as she’s seen here in season 10.

Harumi playing with a green ninja doll during Great Devourer attack: This doesn't make any sense since Lloyd was not known to be the green ninja around this time, and some could say his first debut as a ninja was in the Great Devourer attack. Harumi seemed to be obsessed with the green ninja around this time, however.

Cole and Jay are related: A probably-debunked theory since not much is known about either of their families. Jay is adopted and Cole only has his father. Some believe their families are connected, as half brothers or even cousins..

the mailman is an Oni: I’m.. not sure about this one either..

Skylor’s original design: [Shown here]

Bottom of iceberg:

Nadakhan is shapeshifting as Clutch Powers/Nadakhan killed Clutch inside the lamp:

Cole is gay coded: The Royal Blacksmiths. Enough said.

The Formlings are a murdering cult: In their animal forms, do they kill animals and or other people?

The ultradragon was hunted and killed: The remains of their bones were used for Iron Barons throne, shown here.

How did Lloyd take his father’s robe from him?: Garmadon was chained up, but Lloyd later returns to the realm of Ninjago wearing his father’s robes.

Fetish art: Many pieces of fetish art have been created for this show, including inflation, feet, vore, tickling, macro, blueberry inflation, and more

Deep waters:

Omega is Clutch's dad: N/A

Jay kills Cliff Gordon in S6: When Jay wishes to Nadakhan for wealth and fortune, and quickly a letter conveniently comes to him about the passing of his father Cliff Gordon, and how he now owns all of his property.

Onceler Morro: tumblr meme

Skylor is genetically engineered: With no mention of her mother, it’s all up to the imagination.

Garmadon x Lloyd: The absolute worst side of the fandom, and yes it does exist/has existed.

incest/r//pe fics: The most disgusting things ever created.

#ninjago #iceberg #icebergmeme

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Kama Sutra (1996) plot as per wikipedia :

In 16th-century India, Tara is a princess while Maya is her beautiful servant. They are best friends, but there is an undercurrent of jealousy and resentment, symbolised by the fact that Maya is given Tara's hand-me-down clothes and never anything new to wear. As the girls approach marriageable age, Tara resents that Maya is a better classical dancer than she is and that her parents and hunchback brother, Prince Bikram (aka "Biki") show affection for her servant.

Tara is prepared to marry Prince Raj Singh, but when the prince comes to view his future wife, he is instantly infatuated with Maya instead. Noticing this, Tara spits in Maya's face and sends her from the wedding in tears. Maya takes revenge by seeking out Raj and having sex with him, before he has completed the marriage rites with Tara; Biki, hiding, watches the two of them.

As Tara is leaving home as a newlywed, Maya tells her that just as Maya wore the princess's used clothes all her life, Tara will now have something Maya has used. During her wedding night, Tara is hesitant to consummate their relationship. An angry Raj rapes his horrified bride, even calling her Maya, setting a tone of violence and humiliation for the marriage. Despite this, Tara still yearns for a loving relationship with her indifferent husband.

To save Maya's honour, Biki sends her a marriage proposal. When she refuses, he publicly brands her as a whore, and she is forced to leave her home. Wandering on her own, she meets a young stone sculptor, Jai Kumar, who works for Raj. He reveals that Maya has been the inspiration for his beautiful and highly erotic statues. Jai takes her to an older woman named Rasa Devi, who is a teacher of the Kama Sutra. Maya begins an intense romantic and sexual relationship with Jai that is abruptly halted when he fears he might not be able to work properly with Maya consuming his thoughts. Maya finds comfort with Rasa Devi and decides to learn the courtesan's art.

Raj, now the king, recognises Maya in one of Jai's sculptures. He dispatches his attendants to find Maya; she is delivered to the king as his new courtesan. Soon after, Raj and Jai have a wrestling competition, which Jai wins. Jai receives the king's favour but is warned that there will be dire consequences if he defeats the king again. Jai then learns of Maya's new status as the favoured concubine. Jai understands that his king is a dangerous man and he must keep his former relationship with Maya a secret.

In the meantime, the threat of an invading shah inches closer. Raj becomes increasingly irresponsible, descending into opium addiction and sexual debauchery. After he insults Biki, Biki writes a letter to the shah to rid the kingdom of Raj, who now taxes the poor for his own perverted pleasure. Jai and Maya rekindle their passion and the two begin meeting in secret. As tensions between Jai and Raj grow, Maya and Jai exchange wedding vows in private. Raj later catches the two lovers together and sentences Jai to death.

After finding Tara in the midst of a suicide attempt, Maya reconciles with her childhood friend. Maya then teaches Tara how to seduce the king, while Tara promises to help Maya escape to visit Jai. However, when Tara goes to her husband, he recognises Maya's style of seduction and again tries to humiliate his wife. Tara tells Raj that she doesn't even love him enough to hate him and leaves. Maya visits Jai one last time. Telling Jai she is his forever, Maya hacks off her long hair, symbolising that she will be his widow. Maya then tries her best to convince Raj to free Jai by promising him her total surrender, but Raj rejects her plea.

Just before the execution, a box arrives from the shah, holding the severed head of Raj's brother, the grand vizier. Jai is executed by elephant while Maya watches from the crowd. As soldiers of the invading Shah take the king's palace, Maya walks away into the distance

THIS IS SO FUCKING GAY IT REEKS OF HOMOEROTICISM

It's a fuckall plot for sure. Will i watch it tho??

Maybe.

#cw rape #cw violence #tw rape #queer bollywood #long post #og tag #asks

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minimitchell · 4 years

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callumhighwayweek day 7 - free choice (ao3 link)

this is dedicated to @calsangel for being just an overall angel and always brainstorming my daft plot ideas with me.💕

Callum knows, as soon as he regains consciousness, that this is going to be a horrible day.

There’s a pounding in his head like someone is manning a jack-hammer inside of his cranium and even just the daylight shining behind his closed eyelids feels aggravating to his over-sensitive head. His stomach is rolling and turning on itself as well; that sinking feeling of a grand old hangover settling deep in it’s pit.

He knew he shouldn’t have drunk so much yesterday.

Yeah, it may be in the nature of a stag do to get more than reasonably drunk but he’s always been a lightweight and judging by how he’s feeling today, it was definitely too much alcohol. The cocktails were a bad idea to start with - the bartender was definitely too generous with the ratio of alcohol to mixer - and the different types of shots were probably the deathblow to his sobriety.

And his memory apparently. Because all he remembers is them having a shitload of drinks at a bar somewhere on the Strip and then-

Nothing.

They’re in Las Vegas for Jay’s stag do. It’s definitely extravagant, flying halfway across the world for a weekend to see him off before his wedding but it was a lifelong dream of Jay’s and as his best man, Ben was determined to make it come true. So their whole friend group saved every penny they could and made their way to the US for a long weekend.

It was definitely worth it just for Jay’s face when they turned up at his and Lola’s flat Friday morning to pick him up for the airport and the groom kept telling them how grateful he was for them and for this in-between shots yesterday.

It’s also nice to see Ben so satisfied and relaxed after basically driving himself crazy with planning and organizing everything the last couple of weeks, if not months. They spent many evenings pouring over their respective laptops, comparing hotel prices and making reservations for bars from an entire ocean away.

They’ve been friends ever since Callum moved to Walford a couple of years ago. At first, it was just because Callum worked with Jay, back when he had first come here before he started working as a youth counsellor, and Ben and Jay were practically attached at the hip. Since then though, he has also developed quite the relationship with Ben, Jay’s brother in everything but blood.

They found out they have a lot in common, not least the fact they’re both gay, and he’s been welcomed into their friend group and family with open arms. Now it’s him and Ben that are always together, one barely being seen without the other, spending most of their free time with each other.

Another thing that has developed since him and Ben became pretty much best friends are his feelings - for Ben of all people. Callum’s always been intrigued by him, right from the get go; by his easy, almost cocky, smirk and his self-assured attitude. Once you get to know Ben and he lets you see beyond the tough exterior, he’s also sweet and supportive, always happy to let Callum talk about a difficult case at work and cheer him up afterwards.

It also doesn’t hurt that he’s very handsome.

He doesn’t want to ruin their friendship though, or lose the family he’s gained through Ben and Jay, so he has settled for being the best mate. For feigning to be supportive when Ben goes off with different guys all the time and trying not to blurt out how he feels about him at every given opportunity.

Another wave of nausea hits Callum out of nowhere and he groans and presses his face deeper into the pillow underneath him. There’s no way he’s going to make it out of the hotel room, out of this bed, anytime soon, maybe not at all today. Even the mere thought of meeting the other guys for dinner later today is enough to make his stomach turn.

It’s a testament to how absolutely shattered he is right now that he only notices the arm draped over his back when he goes to turn around. It makes him pause, fingers tightening against the sheets underneath his pillow. Him and Ben are sharing a room this weekend but they have separate beds, so there would be no reason for them to be sleeping in the same one.

And he can’t see himself pulling anyone last night, not only because it’s a shitty thing to do when you’re on a stag do and sharing a room with someone but also because he’s always too damn busy mooning over Ben to pay any other man any of his attention.

It doesn’t bring him any closer to figuring out who’s lying next to him in bed.

He cracks his eyes open carefully, only a sliver, letting them adjust to the bright morning light flooding the room, trying to avoid the pounding in his head getting even worse. He’s relieved to notice he’s in his own hotel room and wasn’t stupid enough to go back with some stranger when he was out of his mind drunk.

The curtains are open, the view outside the window still just as stunning as it was when they first checked in. They’re in a hotel almost directly on the Strip, located on a little side street with nearly a direct view of the Bellagio hotel and fountain. It’s a sight he never thought he’d see in person and normally he’d be thankful and appreciative but right now his headache isn’t letting him.

His gaze wanders over the clothes scattered on the floor beside the bed and up over his bedside table. It looks a lot messier than how he left it yesterday afternoon before they went bar and casino hopping; his phone curiously enough surrounded by two glass flutes and a bottle of champagne of all things.

What catches his eyes though is a rectangular piece of paper propped up against the foot of the lamp there; squiggly, bold letters at the top and a seal next to two signatures at the bottom. It’s embarrassing how long the two words at the top take to register in Callum’s brain - he isn’t sure whether that’s down to the hangover or to the sheer surrealism of them.

But they’re there; black ink on white parchment, signed with his own name.

Marriage certificate.

Oh no. This is not happening to him. He isn’t going to be this cliché. This sort of thing only happens in crappy movies. It must be a joke. Maybe he misread.

None of the excuses and explanations seem to work because when he closes and opens his eyes again the paper is still there, motionless and offending. He pulls his left hand out from under his pillow and yeah, there it is - a golden band sitting on his ring finger. At least it’s simple and not tacky; small victories he reckons.

God, one night in Vegas and he got married to someone. Some stranger probably, dressed in an Elvis suit with his luck.

How is he going to explain this to the rest of the guys; he’s going to be the laughing stock forever. Even worse, how is he going to explain this to Ben? What is he going to think of Callum now? They’ve talked so often about Callum wanting the whole thing - a nice house, white-picket fence, a husband and a dog. This wasn’t the plan; this isn’t him.

Most of all, he’s perplexed that he actually convinced someone to marry him what with all the whining he usually does when he’s drunk over his unreciprocated feelings for Ben. And if it was the other way around, he’s amazed someone other than Ben managed to convince him to get married on the fly.

This whole thing is such a mess already, he doesn’t even want to see who he’s married to anymore.

It’s inevitable though. And maybe the sooner he gets this over with, the sooner he can forget about the whole thing again.

So he turns around as careful as he can - his head is thanking him for the slow and measured movements - the stranger’s arm falling from his back and landing on the minimal space between their bodies, trying not to wake the man sleeping next to him.

When he takes in the face on the pillow next to him, his eyes widen dramatically, even against the protest from his head at the bright light suddenly hitting him full force, and he feels his heart lurch in his chest. Or maybe that’s his stomach.

Because it’s none other than Ben lying shirtless next to him and one quick look at the hand that’s lying on the duvet rather than his back now confirms his worst fears - he’s sporting a matching golden ring on his finger.

Fuck.

He only went and married his best mate in a drunken stupor.

Even worse, he married the guy he’s been secretly in love with for ages now, who probably only said yes because he thought it would be a laugh.

He isn’t sure whether it’s that thought or the hangover rearing its ugly head, but whichever it is, it makes him rush off to the bathroom, not sparing any thought to how loud or sudden his departure from the bed is.

When he returns to the room after brushing his teeth and freshening up a bit, Ben is awake, probably woken up by the shaking of the mattress when he bolted from the bed. He’s propped up against the pillows, white sheets tangled around his body, playing with the ring on his finger. He looks deep in thought, but not disgusted as Callum had feared he would after realizing he got married to Callum of all people.

Their eyes meet almost immediately and Callum is all of a sudden way too aware he’s wearing next to nothing, Ben’s gaze raking over his naked chest. The feeling of being this exposed right now in front of Ben makes him itch, so he goes over to his suitcase to at least put on a shirt.

The silence between them is deafening and uncomfortable; it’s like they’re both waiting for the other to bring up the elephant in the room. Callum doesn’t really know how though.

Where does he even start?

“Alright?”

Ben’s voice is small and hesitant, a little scratchy from all the alcohol he drank yesterday. Callum’s last memory of Ben is him tipping back another Tequila before getting handsy with Jay on the dance floor. He remembers Ben drinking almost as much as him, but he’s simultaneously dreading Ben still remembering more than he does about last night; about their wedding.

“Yeah. Head’s a bit sore, you know.”

It’s painful, this weird small talk they’re doing to avoid talking about what they somehow decided to do last night, but Callum isn’t brave enough to bring it up. He knows without a doubt that he’ll spill all his closely-kept feelings if he even starts thinking about the possibility, the wish, to maybe stay married brewing in his chest.

But he knows it’s a moot point. He might be up for being married to Ben but there’s no way Ben won’t want to get an annulment, right. He never gave any indication that he might have feelings for Callum as well so why should he be married to him.

“So, uh, looks like we got married, eh.”

Callum doesn’t understand why he sounds so calm about this; so nonchalant about the fact they did something so stupid. Maybe the best way to deal with this is to quietly get an annulment, forget about the whole thing and never tell a soul about it.

It might be the only way to salvage their friendship.

“I’m so sorry. It must have been my idea and I dragged you into it. We can just get an annulment and forget the whole thing, yeah?”

Ben scooches closer to him, crawling over to the edge of the bed when Callum sinks back against the desk in front of it. He’s kneeling now and with the sheets pooling under him Callum can see he’s only in his boxers as well. He’ll kick himself forever about not remembering how his skin felt against his own when they were pressed against each other sleeping.

“Hey. Whoever suggested we do this, whether that was you or me, the other person clearly said yes so really we’re in this together now, okay?”

Callum doesn’t know why in the world Ben should’ve been the one to say they should get married but he appreciates him trying to share the blame with Callum anyway. He can’t help but notice Ben is still not looking too worried or angry about the situation. It throws him off because shouldn’t he be at least slightly inconvenienced by this? He never gave the impression that he wanted to get married, least of all to someone he doesn’t have feelings for.

Who would, to be fair.

He has feelings for Ben and even he is freaking out about it all.

Ben is looking down at the sheet underneath him, fingers coming up to play with the ring on his left hand again. Callum is transfixed by the action; the way the sunlight hits the golden metal and reflects off of it, how it looks so natural against Ben’s skin when he twists it back and forth.

It looks good on him; so good. The revelation sends pinpricks of longing to his heart.

“Do you mean it? About getting an annulment.”

Ben doesn’t meet his eyes, otherwise he would see the surprise evident on his face. Because judging from his tone of voice Ben’s not a hundred per cent sold on getting an annulment himself. Although he can’t fathom why.

“What, you don’t?”

When Ben finally looks back up at him his bottom lip is bitten into his mouth, the skin red and worried. His eyes are hesitant but hopeful and maybe, just maybe, Callum has missed a few things in the past few years. Maybe this is not as unrequited as he had always assumed.

“Would it be bad if I didn’t?”

There’s heat spreading through him now; butterflies filling his stomach and making him feel featherlight. He’s trying not to get ahead of himself but it’s hard when the guy you’ve always been in love with implies he’s interested in staying married to you; that he may have feelings for you as well. It’s everything he dreamt about before.

It almost feels too good to be true.

“I, I don’t know.”

He doesn’t want to let himself hope only to be crushed when it turns out that Ben is purely thinking practically, without any feelings being involved from his side. His heart starts beating faster just imagining the opposite though, running away from him and thinking about their possible future together.

The quiet evenings on the couch together, sipping their coffees next to each other in the mornings, slow dancing together at Jay and Lola’s wedding. He wants it all with Ben. He wants a future with him. As his husband if that’s what he wants as well.

“Have you never thought about it? How good we could be together if given a chance? Maybe this is our chance. I- I like you, Cal. So much, always have.”

Callum can’t keep the smile off his face, pushing away from the desk he’s leaning against and crouching down before Ben on the bed. He lets his eyes travel over Ben’s face, taking in the shiny blue eyes he always got lost in and the freckles dotted around his nose. He’s so beautiful, proper heart-stopping gorgeous, and he’s Callum’s husband for some miraculous, mad reason.

“I’m so completely in love with you, Ben. If you’re sure about this then yeah, let’s stay married I guess.”

One of his hands finds the skin of Ben’s cheek, thumb brushing against his ear. Ben leans into it, eyes full of something Callum likes to think is love shining back at him. Looking at him now he can’t believe he’s never realized it before. Ben must have looked at him like this a thousand times before and it has never clicked for him. Until now that is. Now, it’s all he can see. All he can think about.

When he isn’t thinking about covering his lips with his own anyway.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They must lean in at the same time, meeting in the middle between their bodies to seal their lips together in a sweet kiss. Any pounding still remaining in his head is long gone, replaced by a nothingness created by their mouths meeting again and again. Kissing Ben is simultaneously exactly how he imagined, hoped, it would be and so much more; it’s so much better than he thought it could be.

Ben runs his tongue over Callum’s bottom lip, begging to be let in in a way that makes Callum powerless to even think about refusing him and earning the sweetest sounding, breathless laugh in return from Ben when he opens up for him.

They kiss until they’re both panting for air; until their hands are wandering over each other’s skin in a desperate attempt to feel more of one another and the smiles get in the way of the kisses. Callum feels weightless when Ben is smiling at him like this, ready to take on the entire world.

One of Ben’s fingers traces over Callum’s bottom lip and down his neck, along the dip of his collarbone, before hooking in the collar of his shirt.

“How do you feel about consummating our marriage, husband?”

Hearing the last word fall from Ben’s lips sends a shockwave of electricity through his body; one he can feel right down to his toes and the tips of his fingers, setting him alight from top to bottom.

What they’re doing is completely mad, that they’re choosing to stay married right now is absolutely crazy, but if they can talk about it and make it work, then this could easily be the best thing that ever happened to them; he’s sure of it.

“Go ahead.”

The smile on Ben’s face is blinding when he wraps his arms around Callum’s neck and pulls him backwards onto the bed with him, mouths finding each other again on their way onto the soft sheets.

They’ll need to tell the others later, face Jay’s bewilderment for somehow getting married on his stag do, call their families maybe. For now though, Callum wants to focus on the here and now, on his husband under him, on them.

Anything else can wait.

He’s going to let himself enjoy being a newlywed for a while.

#chweek2021 #callumhighwayweek2021 #ballum fic #my writing #alexa play waking up in vegas by katy perry

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thebluestbluewords · 3 years

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9 for the OTP questions? Choose any ship you’d like!

Thank you nonnie! Sorry for taking almost a week to get to this, hope you enjoy :)

Number 9-- Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

(There are two not-fics below-- rotten four as is my brand, and mal/audrey)

There’s two ways I could go with this:

either THIS is the Maldry rivals-to-friends-to-lovers fic, where Mal is a dashing pirate who is young and rebellious and was kicked off of her ship by her mother, who wants her to attend the young lady's academy on the mainland and educate herself in the ways of “proper” society so that they can infiltrate the rich ships better and get the reputation as the gentlewoman pirates that they deserve. Of course, in this fic Mal meets Audrey along the way, and hates her immediately. Seriously, this girl likes PINK and PRINCESSES but also NOT PRINCESSES because she is NOT INTO GIRLS and it’s INFURIATING.

“Mal,” says Evie, who is Mal’s best friend from the pirate ship who is actually delighted to be attending the princess academy and is learning new ways to hide knives in her fancy dresses every day “Babe.”

“Fuck off,” says Mal, who has known Evie since they were six and had a falling-out so dramatic that they sailed on separate ships next to each other for four years afterwards.

“You’re so gay for her.” says Evie, who is already hooking up with Mal in their free time because it’s easy and comfortable and they both enjoy it well enough. “I know that look, Mal Bertha.”

“There’s no look,” says Mal, sulking.

“Just ask her out with all of your dashing pirate charm.” Evie says. She has not stopped applying her lipgloss throughout this conversation, and it’s not as distracting as it should be for either girl.

So Mal goes out and picks up a new pair of boots with less bloodstains than her old ones, and rents a boat (renting is like stealing, except it’s only for a while. It’s practically borrowing, really, except for how Evie has drilling it into Mal’s mind after a few too many incidents with lost books that BORROWING happens when you’ve ASKED FIRST) and decides to turn on the full pirate charm

Audrey is not impressed, and does not break up with her boyfriend, Chad Charming, over this attempt at wooing. She is a princess, and in NO HECKING WAY did she sign up to be….harassed!! By a pirate no less!! Everyone knows who her mother really is, no matter if she’s here under an “education decree” from the “crown prince” for the “children” of the exiled *former* smuggler’s community by the coast.

….Mal steals a boat, and tries again. Only this time with kidnapping.

Audrey is impressed with the dedication, if nothing else. She may not like a pirate, but she can appreciate a girl who will dedicate at least six hours of her life to plotting and stealing a whole finishing vessel from the coast. And cook her a lobster dinner on it.

Mal is delighted by this turn of events. Evie is thrilled that she finally has time without her best friend where she can FINALLY decorate their room the way she wants. Audrey is reluctant at first, but eventually comes around to the idea of dating a bad girl.

….and also there’s a bit where Mal gets dumped in the water and Audrey, despite Not Signing Up For This Bull Crap, has to jump in and save her. From about two feet of water. Because Audrey was being a reasonable person and taking her shirt off so that she could get the full benefits of the sun. Make that vitamin D.

Mal is so gay that she walked off the side of the boat when it happened.

The OTHER answer is that it’s a rotten ot4 story, and Mal is an evil princess who gets sent away to live on a pirate ship for a year by her mother, who wants her to become more evil and also learn some leadership skills. The other three are the pirates who are supposed to teach her their wicked ways of stealing and drinking and cruelty.

Unfortunately for Maleficent’s plans, the shipping journey doesn’t go exactly according to plan.

Mal does not fall overboard this time, but what DOES happen is that the OTHER wicked princess on board the ship is too perfect for words, and when it’s revealed that actually, Evie is the famous pirate princesa espelho and NOT another wicked boarding school member, Mal has a full blown gay crisis.

“Well YEAH,” says Jay, who is also dating essentially pirate royalty. “She’s like, basically the coolest person you’ll ever meet, aside from me. What, did you think she was one of us regular wicked school brats?”

“I don’t know what I expected,” Mal tells her pillow, which she is burying her face in during said Gay Crisis. “She’s too good to be true.”

“Nah.” Jay says, mouth full of ye olde cheetos or something. “She’s pretty lame sometimes. You should ask her about what her room looked like when she first got her own ship. All dark and gloomy.”

“WHAT” shrieks Mal, who has been working on changing her bunk to the darkest, deepest corner since she first arrived. “She THREW OUT a room that was dark AND gloomy in favor of what?”

“Better lighting for her makeup tutorials, mostly.” Jay says, not paying attention anymore. “I think she might also have a full journalism setup there too. She won’t tell me anymore, not after what happened with the caustic tar.

Mal is horrifically curious about the caustic tar now. “What was it made from,do you know?” she asks, because she’s still working on how to cohabitate with other people peacefully despite growing up running around an evil academy since she was a child.

“Nothing important,” says Jay casually, throwing a ball at the ceiling.. “She had some boards replaced, scrubbed off all the skin on her palms fixing the parts of the door she didn’t want to replace, and then made a very cool liquid version of the tar for spraying on fabric to get natural wear and tear patterns on new garments.

“Sick.” Mal says, and before she can make any other comments:

“There was the matter of the handprints though,” Jay say, still extremely fake-casually. .”they were weird, you know, because Evie had them on her back for weeks, with the tar and all, and they were definitely dainty. Almost like some girl kissed her around the neck while there was still tar on her hands.”

Mal throws a shoe at him, knocking both the ball and the boy out of the way, and shoves past to find Evie.

Because the roles are already a mess for this (I am very small and very tired place just roll with it as I am not editing this before I post) Mal runs into exactly the pirate royalty she doesn’t want to see.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” asks Carlos, who is basically a tiny perfect decoy in this world. His mother had a monopoly on the exotics trade for a good few years when he was a child, and would tie him to the mast and make him cry for mercy as a way of luring other ships hoping to rescue a nobleman’s child closer. It worked disturbingly well, and now at sixteen, Carlos is both a pirate elite and terrified of falling into the water.

Mal pushes past, because she is as always a little bit of an asshole, and goes off to find her OWN pirate princess to date. She doesn’t need any stupid boys who just look at her like she’s dumb when she doesn’t know an anchor form a bowline. She doesn’t need to know. She’s going to be managing her own crew eventually, and they’ll do all of the heavy lifting aspects of it all. Mal is simply going to chill out and wait for the princess to come to her.

Of course, because this is a pirate story, this is when another ship sees the school experience boat, and decides that the best experience for the young baddies to have is explosions. Lots of them.

First hand, even.

The pirates (Evie and Jay and Carlos included) get to stations.

Mal, confused and distressed by this turn of events, is about halfway from transforming her whole shit and dealing with the dragon claw marks later, decides to wait in the hold. She is not getting paid for this experience, and it’s so beyond her ability to control what other ships do, mom.

Mal might have a few mommy issues in addition to the princess issues. A balance there.

“Fuck” Mal says, instead of dictating a letter to her mother like she should when entering a potentially life-threatening situation. “Now I’m never going to be able to talk to her.”

Mal does not die, Evie does not die, neither of them actually manage to steal anything in this story except for each other’s hearts, and then they talk at length about their feelings and how they should become a mean fighting team.

The next pirate raid (intentional), they’re ready. They’ve practiced all of their cool two-person moves together, and they’re ready for this.

Two minutes into the battle, Jay gets taken by the unwitting second team and disappears. Mal, predictably, flips her shit when this happens.

Aaaaand now it is late and I’ve written up enough of a piece of a fic I won’t write for this hour. Hope you enjoyed one or both of these ideas, nonny.

(the second one ends with Evie and Carlos dragging Mal along on an adventure to get Jay back, where Mal learns how not to be useless on a ship anymore and she and Evie bond as people and they keep Carlos and Mal in turns from having a nervous breakdown as they get their boyfriend/BFF back and then they all realize that ACTUALLY they work best as a foursome and do that)

#my fic #descendants fanfiction #disney descendants #mal bertha #maldry #malvie #rotten four #I'm just....writing all over the place tonight #I did not proofread this and I did almost fall asleep writing it hope it doesn;t show

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luwupercal · 4 years

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my most passionate pitch for you to read a specific novel yet

Okay. This is gonna be a long post and I apologize for that.

Here is a list of fictional couples and/or duos:

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (Sherlock Holmes media properties, inc. BBC Sherlock)

Enjolras and Grantaire (i hope i spelled those names right) (Les Mis)

Frodo and Sam (Lord of the Rings)

Hamlet and Horatio (Hamlet)

Bertie Wooster and Reginald Jeeves (Jeeves and Wooster)

Jay Gatsby and Nick Carraway (the Great Gatsby)

Dennis Reynolds and Ronald “Mac” MacDonald (Always Sunny)

Achilles and Patroclus (The Illiad)

Estragon and Vladimir (Waiting for Godot) (niche, i know)

Not fictional but the grandparents from This Post (the “I don’t want to be 85” / “well your only alternative is to die” post) (Alternatively, the “Have a safe flight” / “I have no say in the matter” / “Die then” meme exchange)

The OP and the husband from the “Babe wake up, I solved the Jon Benet Ramsey case” / “Let’s go over the facts” post

Again not fictional but Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West in this exchange of love letters (esp. “Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever or stand-offish with you; I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.”)

Here is a series of images:

Okay.

You’ve parsed all of that. Here is my pitch:

If you vibed with anything of the above, if you had an embarrassing phase shipping any of the above duos, or you watched their source material and thought it was kinda gay, if you looked at those images and thought “Damn, that sounds like a good descriptor for a fictional relationship I’d be emotionally invested in”, I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to read “Severed” by Nate Crowley.

If you can’t afford it: Send me an ask and I’ll help. If you don’t know what that is: A necrons-centric novella (so it’s even shorter than a regular novel, I read most of it in one afternoon), but you don’t need to know much about necrons to read it, just the rough gist of their idea. If you don’t know what the rough gist of necrons is, hmu and I’ll catch you up, or look them up. If you’ve already read it, or you’re reading it, and you’re annoyed you have to scroll through this post: Listen, I’m doing this for a good cause, plz be patient. If you aren’t planning on reading it: Sorry.

Thank you for listening.

#long post #obyzahn

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anotheronechicagobog · 5 years

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Mouse Gerwitz x reader Letters

written by @anotheronechicagobog

Requested by @confusedpimp

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, implied smut

A/N: I’m asexual and terrible at writing kissing scenes, so sorry if that part sucks. I’ve been sick, had school stuff going on, and had some writer’s block, so I really hope you like it!

(Not my gif)

When you first met Mouse you were sixteen, he, Jay, and Will were all back from being away. Jay was on his first leave from the Rangers and Will was back from Uni for winter break. After spending the full day with you and Will Jay decided to hangout with Mouse. You threw a fit over that, you’d spent over a year terrified that he’d come back in a body bag and that you deserved to spend the few weeks he was there with him. So instead he invited Mouse to hang out the three of you instead. He was handsome, funny, and a Harry Potter fan so you didn’t mind at all. The three of you went down to the boardwalk and just spent time together, talking, going to the river museum which wasn’t your thing in all honesty but it was more about being together than anything else, and ended the day with deep-dish pizzas at home and a movie marathon. It was when your dad came home drunk off his ass that the mood changed. Jay and Will suddenly remembered what they left you home with, and Mouse was sitting there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. You sent an apologetic smile his way and stood up. “Hey, dad, it’s time for bed. C’mon, I’ll sing to you again.” Your brothers exchanged shocked and horrified looks as they say you leading your very drunk, very handsy father, up the stairs quickly and efficiently. You’d learned how to handle yourself when your brothers were gone.

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When you returned downstairs you heard furious voices in the kitchen. You turned to Mouse who was sitting on the couch with wide-eyes. “I’m really sorry you had to watch that Mouse. You look really uncomfortable, can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“Uh... How often does that happen?”

“Why?” Mouse looked at you with guarded eyes. You were confused, Mouse sounded concerned and he didn’t really have any reason to be. Jay was your brother, not Mouse. “What do you mean ‘why’? That shouldn’t be happening to you.”

“Mouse, I only met you this morning so I’m a little surprised at your reaction.”

“Jay’s been showing me and the others pictures of you and sharing stories since basic training, he talks about you all the time, he’s so protective of you, it’s kinda rubbed off on the rest of us.” You nodded slowly, processing his answer. “Look, I get that my brother and his overprotective ways influenced you, but I can handle myself.” Mouse didn’t look convinced.

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After Mouse left you walked into the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter. The mood was thick and tense and you dreaded the conversation that was coming. “Alright, let’s get this conversation over with.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Jay huffed angrily and threw the dishtowel into the empty but still soapy sink. Will threw the remaining cutlery in the drawer and slammed it shut. “Why are you being so calm about this?”

“I didn’t want you guys to put your lives on hold. You two basically raised me, you’ve sacrificed enough. Yes, he’s been drinking more, yes he’s gotten handsy, but I can handle myself I promise.” Jay screwed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists. “You should have told us.We’re supposed to take care of you.”

“And what could you have done Will? Jay’s been in the middle east fighting a war, and you’ve been in med school in Seattle. You’ve tried to get custody of me before and it fell through, we just have to face it, this is the situation for now. It sucks but its doable.”

“Are you kidding me?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! Y/N, we are your big brothers, it’s our responsibility to help and protect you! You need to tell us when stuff like this starts, so that we can deal with whatever shit’s going on!” You sighed and watched Jay catch his breath.

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The rest of the boys’ stay was tense. They walked you to and from school, Mouse and some others in Jay’s unit were coming over to stay with you when your brothers couldn’t (including ‘introducing’ themselves to your father), and you were never left alone with your father. You were annoyed at all that your brother was orchestrating, but you were also low-key relieved you didn’t feel the need to barricade your door at night. Two days before Jay and Mouse were scheduled to head back you were introduced to Mouse’s family. His parents were wonderful and Katie was so freaking adorable. You’d all decided to go out to dinner to an Irish restaurant. Right before the Celtic band was set to play Mouse’s mom pulled you aside. “Sweetheart, Greg told us about your dad. We just want you to know that you’re always welcome with our family and at our home. Just call and we’ll be there as soon as possible. Okay?”

“Okay, thanks.”

When you both sat back down Mouse’s eyes caught yours and he smiled sheepishly. You smiled in return, feeling grateful about your overprotective brothers

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TWO YEARS LATER

You cheered silently as you skipped down the steps of your childhood home. You had all your possessions in your backpack and a small suitcase. You were finally eighteen, legally able to walk away without being dragged back. Greg’s family invited you to stay with them until you started university in the fall. They’d been a godsend over the years, to the point where you started sending letters to Mouse as well as Jay. While your brother initially thought it was weird but stopped complaining when Katie mailed him a picture of flowers she drew. Your relationship with Mouse grew.you swapped stories, created inside jokes, and confided in one another. For the next few months, you were going to be living in his old bedroom. It looked like how he left it.

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You sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room you’d called home for the past few months. You were excited but apprehensive about starting university. Not just because of the daunting aura of university, but because of the financial aspects. You’d started applying for scholarships and bursaries before your application was even accepted. While you’d been awarded a decent amount of money, it wasn’t anywhere close to covering one semester, forget the rest of your academic career. So you’d turned to something your brothers would murder you for if they ever found out- being a stripper and a sugar baby.

In all honesty, it hadn’t been as bad as you’d expected. You’d found a website where you could... advertise yourself. You’d posted some nice photos of yourself, selfies where you’re smiling in a park and the boardwalk, and made it clear on your profile that sex was NOT on the table. It had taken you a while to find a sugar daddy, for that reason, but you’d found one and your... allowance was pretty good. You’d been contacted by a guy in his late 30’s who was gay and came from a very conservative family who expected a serious girlfriend. He wasn’t ready to come out, terrified of the backlash and possible violence he’d receive from his family, he decided to go another route. So while everyone thought you were moving into an apartment you were really moving in with your sugar daddy.

You’d have your own room, and were free to use any room in his apartment except for his ensuite bedroom and office. The same applied to him, he wasn’t allowed in your room either. He’d been nervous about the arrangement, much like yourself, and had offered to assist you in decorating your room, a kind offer you’d decided to accept to try and form a friendship with him. You’d need to be a convincing companion, after all.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Well well well, if it isn’t the girl who put Van Gogh posters up in my room.”

“Mouse! It’s good to see you. You’re on leave with Jay, then? Also, who doesn’t like Starry Night?” You’d gone with Jay to hang out at a bar with him and some guys from his unit, Jay had gone off with a pretty blonde twenty minutes ago and hadn’t returned. Mouse smiled and took another swig of his beer. He sat down across from you, where Jay had been sitting and folded his hands together on top of the table. His arms were even more muscular than the last time you’d seen him. His shoulders were broader, he had a tan, and his eyes looked sharper. “So who’s the lucky guy? Everyone’s been writing that you’re seeing someone, and I know you, you don’t buy jewellery for yourself. Yet here you are, with a lovely necklace, dainty rings and bracelets. C’mon, spill.” Mouse looked tense, and his hands were clenched, almost like if they weren’t so tightly coiled together he’d be doing something else with them. “He’s none of your or anyone else’s business.” You smiled coyly at him and took another sip of your screwdriver. Mouse’s eyes flickered dangerously before going blank, a tense smile forcing its way onto his face. “Well alright, then. Let’s talk about something else.” You felt confused as Mouse started to ramble about the Blackhawks.

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Things seemed to be frosty between you and Mouse after your talk in the bar. Letters were still exchanged, but he wasn’t as open with you as he used to be. He stopped opening up to you, doodling goofy little cartoons in the margins, sweet words to you, monologuing about his goals and dreams (most of which involved you but you tried not to read too much into, despite how it made your heart flutter), and describing how badly he missed your famous chocolate cookies. You sighed, before placing his latest letter in the decorative box you’d gotten to keep them in. You gently placed that box next to your suitcase before returning to packing. You and George had ended your arrangement, he’d fallen in love with a wonderful man and now that things were serious, and that he felt ready to come out, you were moving out. You’d met him and surprisingly you two had developed a friendship, even with him knowing what you were to George. He’d thought it strange at first, but moved past it quickly when he considered the circumstances. And since he was a successful real estate agent, he’d volunteered himself to find you an apartment. The one you’d settled on was a steal and absolutely beautiful. Taping up the last box you were thankful that you didn’t have more belongings. The new furniture you’d purchased from IKEA was set to be delivered and put together tomorrow, deciding to leave most of your furniture with George since you weren’t overly attached to them and George had, y’know paid for them. So you were going to load your boxes and large suitcase into your car tonight and leave in the morning. Then the room you’d been living in would go back to being a guest room.

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The sound and smell of sizzling filled your apartment as you cooked up some sausages to accompany your toast and boiled egg for breakfast. They were almost done cooking when there was a knock on your door. Leaving them on the element for a moment you went and opened it. Surprised to see your brother standing there. “Jay! Will! What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to visit your new place, you know, since you actually told us the address this time.”

“Oh come on, you’re not both still on that, are you? I just didn’t want your overprotective asses descending on my life all the time!”

“Hey! Is that any way to talk to the guys who brought doughnuts?”

“Is that any way to talk to the chick who cooked sausages that she’s willing to share with her brothers?”

“Touche.”

“So why are you guys really here? We were supposed to have shepherd’s pie and stuff tonight.”

“Well, we are here in part to celebrate because I got assigned to Chicago Med and Jay is finally back after getting medically discharged.”

“Also, I was wondering if you’d heard from Mouse.”

“What? No, I haven’t, did something happen?” You stomach dropped and ice bolted up your spine.

“He didn’t handle everything well. After he was allowed to leave the facility, no one’s heard from him. Not even his family. We were wondering if he’d contacted you.”

“No, he hasn’t contacted me. I don’t know why you thought he would, we’re not very close.” Jay narrowed his eyes at you. “Then why were you exchanging letters with him while we were overseas? You don’t do that with someone you don’t care about.”

“He was out there with you Jay. It felt good to talk to someone I know had your back, he was willing to tell me things about you and that was going on that you wouldn’t. We formed a friendship for a while,” Jay and Will let out a snort, you raised your eyebrow, “but things got cold a while ago. He stopped telling me stuff about himself, the genuine things we corrisponded about.” You sighed. “Why are you acting like I’m super close to him?”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t know.” You shrugged and shook your head, feeling completely confused. “Mouse fell in love with you.” He and Will jumped when they heard glass shatter. You’d dropped your mug when you heard the shocking news. You could feel your jaw hanging open and your heart pounding in your ears.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

You were cursing under your breath, your first date since high school stood you up in a pretty bad part of town, huddling closer to yourself, trying to remain unseen. Your plan had failed though, as a hooded man had been following you for the past thee blocks, even circled one behind you. You were officially scared. You were thinking of a plan to attack him that didn’t result in you get raped and/or murdered when you ran into someone. “Sorry, I have to go-”

“Y/N?”

“Mouse? What are you doing here?”

“The question is what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’d like to catch up with you but there’s a guy following me-”

“Blackhawks hoodie covering his face? I see him. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and started to direct you down the street. “Let’s get you home.”

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Mouse was sitting at your kitchen island with a coffee and grilled cheese in front of him. His face looked shallow, he had bags around his eyes, he looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in ages and he couldn’t stop fidgeting. You didn’t need to look at his arms to know that there would be track marks. “Jay’s been worried about you. So have I. You dropped off the radar.”

“It’s my life not his.”

“I know.”

“So... You moved.”

“Yes.”

“You and your boyfriend broke up?”

“Yeah, we did, he wasn’t really my boyfriend, though, that’s a story for another time. How have you been, Mouse, really?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Whatever you say. What have you been doing?”

“Please don’t pull that with me Y/N. I know you can tell that I’ve been doing drugs.”

“I know we’re not as close as we used to be, but I’m here for you, okay? I miss you and what we had. Let me help you. I’ll even leave Jay out of it if you want, I know he can be kind of over bearing.”

“Okay.”

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Mouse was curled up on your couch with you stroking his hair. Therapy had taken a lot out of him and he just wanted to be held. You obliged, letting him rest his head on your lap and running your fingers through his hair. He wasn’t moving or making any noise, and he was cold to the touch. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was on death’s door and called for help. After escorting you home from the disaster of a stand up, you’d gotten close again. Mouse went to rehab for six months and while he wasn’t using anymore it was clear he was still struggling so you’d suggested therapy with the VA. He’d been hesitant, and you hadn’t wanted to push, but he realized you were just trying to help him the best way you knew how. This included letting him live with you and not telling Jay you knew where he was. Mouse hadn’t wanted to ask that of you but he felt much more comfortable with as little pressure on him as possible. You sat like that for hours. Surrounded by silence, the only movement in the room was your hand going in soothing rounded movements along his scalp. You stopped when Mouse started to sit up. “I’m feeling like Thai food tonight, how about you?”

“That sounds like heaven, Y/N. I’m going to take a quick shower.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead and padded down the hall to the bathroom. You placed your usual order and then took a moment to dwell on your current living situation. Mouse meant a lot to you, but he also meant a lot to Jay, and not telling Jay he wasstaying here could seriously damage your relationship. And your relationship with Mouse was shifting too. Your apartment was only one bedroom, so while Mouse had started with sleeping on the pull-out couch, it hadn’t stayed that way. He’d found you comforting and since his nightmares often woke you up and prompted you to stay with him anyway, you’d started going to bed together. You’d made space for his things in your dresser and closet. All that with the subtle intimate gestures it made you feel like you were dating, and it had dragged all of your buried feelings back into the spotlight. It killed you to be so close, to be tangled in one another, to have your faces so close, and not being able to express how much you loved him. Crushing on your older brother’s brother in arms was one thing, but what the two of you were doing now was something else. Your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. You were sitting the food on the island when Mouse stepped out of the bathroom in jeans and... nothing else. His lean chest and arms were exposed, they reminded you of the warmth you felt when he used those arms to pull you close and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. You swallowed thickly and forced yourself to turn away. “Are you okay, Y/N? You’re looking a bit flushed.”

“Yeah, the food’s hot, that’s all.”

“Alright, if you’re sure.”

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The monotone sound of your alarm blared into your ear, reminding you that you had class. You moved to get out of bed but were held in place by Mouse’s -deceptively- strong arms. “It’s early. Stay.”

“I can’t, today’s my last class before my thesis is due.”

“No.”

“Greg.”

“Oh, it’s ‘Greg’ now is it? When will you be back?”

“Twelve-thirty.”

“Let’s meet somewhere for lunch.”

“Diner?”

“Diner.”

“Alright, now that that’s settled, let me go.”

“Fine. But I want it made very clear that I would rather be holding you against me.”

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Class dragged on and you were glad when it ended. Your thesis was already complete, all you had to do was meet with your supervisor to go over it. You stretched your neck to try and remove some of the tension as you stood on the bus that was heading in the direction of your and Mouse’s favourite diner. A small family-owned place that was run by a single mom and her two kids, one of whom was a firefighter at firehouse 51. You got off at your stop and entered the diner, you spotted Mouse almost immediately. He was facing the door and smiled, gesturing to the two cups of coffee on the table. The sight made all the remaining tension evaporate.

Lunch with Mouse always relieved some stress, talking to him, being with him, made everything better. Always. Your burgers were served promptly and with a twinkling smile from Peter. The exchange was not missed by Mouse who muttered under his breath, as he did every time Peter was your server. “Mouse, why do you always do that?”

“What? Get annoyed when he flirts with you while I’m sitting right here?”

“We’re not dating Mouse, why does it matter if he flirts with me?” He tensed and swept his tongue over his lower lip. Taking a deep breath he sat up straighter in his seat and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t like it because I do want to date you, and I know that wanting to date you isn’t the same as actually dating you, but he knows how I feel about you. His mom pulled it out of me when I was doing a freelance job on my laptop here a couple of weeks ago and not only was he standing right beside her, but he told me that he thought we’d make a cute couple.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah... I get it if you don’t feel about me like that, I mean I’m a train wreck-”

“Mouse.”

“Jay would kill me-”

“Mouse.”

“I’m not good enough for you-”

“Mouse!”

“Y/N, please stop interrupting me. I just, I get that you don’t love me back and that’s okay and completely understandable.”

“Mouse I love you.” He gazed at you softly, reached his hand had closed around yours gently. “Do you mean it?” His voice was deep and soulful. “Yes. Mouse, I love you.”

“Thank God.” He leaned across the table and enclosed his lips around yours. His hands were delicately cradling your face, your heart swelled. All you could do was wrap your arms around your neck and smile into his lips. When you parted neither you nor Mouse could stop beaming.

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ONE YEAR LATER

Three months after your first kiss with Mouse he decided to get back in contact with Jay. Your brother had responded by tackling him in a bear hug, getting him a job at intelligence as the tech guy, and waving off your apology citing that you brought out the best in Mouse. While you and Mouse were still going strong and continued to love each other with everything you have, neither of your brothers knew. The only people who knew were Sarah Reese, your best friend, Trudy Platt, because she’s a genius, and Voight, because that man knows everything. They all encouraged you to tell your siblings, and you wanted to, you really did, but Mouse didn’t want to. He said he just wanted to enjoy your little bubble a while longer, but in truth, you knew he felt guilty about dating his best friend’s baby sister.

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ONE YEAR LATER

You and Mouse still hadn’t told your brothers, while more members of med, PD and firehouse 51 knew, they were all sworn to secrecy. You wanted to tell your brothers. You wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend when you visited the precinct at lunch, to hold hands without Mouse looking over your shoulders. It was starting to wear on you honestly, but you still loved him. And you understood that the time really just hadn’t been right recently. You both had agreed to tell them, but then catastrophe after catastrophe prevented you from doing so.

Sarah was frog-marching you to the ED because you’d been throwing up violently almost non-stop for days and was furious when she found out you hadn’t told Mouse you were sick just because he had a case. “Sarah-”

“No. You’re sick. Something’s wrong, and if you don’t get checked out I’ll tell Will and then he’ll drag you down here.”

“I was going to say you’re right this definitely isn’t a little stomach bug, that I’m grateful for you as a friend, and that your goddamn claws are digging into my shoulder, but okay.” Her hand fell from your shoulder, you rubbed it tenderly as the pain flared. “Sorry, I’m just getting really worried.”

“I know, I am too. Because I realized upstairs before you made the decision to manhandle me down here, that I haven’t gotten my period in two months.”

“Fuck.”

“Yup, that’s how I ended up here.” She rolled her eyes and hooked her elbow in yours. “I call godmother.”

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“Hi Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nat, I think I’m pregnant.”

“Well okay, then. We’ll do an ultrasound while we wait for your blood test results.” You lifted up your shirt and tried to control your nervous breathing. “This might be a little cold, okay.” She pressed the gel-covered wand on your abdomen. She smiled and turned to you. “Congratulations, you’re seven weeks pregnant.” You let out a sigh and looked at the monitor your brother’s wife had turned towards you. Your heart felt so full, remembering Mouse’s numerous comments about what he thought your children would look like. The moment of peace and joy was disturbed when Will, in his regular clothes, pushed the curtain aside. “Hey, Nat I need- Y/N? Why are you here? And- oh god. You’re pregnant, you’re- how are you pregnant? Y/N?” Will was in full freak out mode and he wasn’t paying any heed to Nat who was doing her best to calm him down. Sarah accidentally chose that moment to distractedly walk into the room. “Y/N I found the cutest way to tell Mouse you’re pregnant on pinterest-”

“Mouse?! Mouse knocked you up?! Does Jay know? Forget it, I’m going to kill him.” He stormed out of the room and ED, presumably to confront your boyfriend at PD.

“Shit, I didn’t think he’d be here, I’m sorry Y/N.”

“It’s okay, I have to get to the precinct before Will does.”

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After pleading with your boss to let you go early, citing a family emergency, you rushed to the precinct and to Trudy’s desk. “Will’s upstairs isn’t he?”

“Got here a minute before you did, what’s wrong?”

“He found out about me and-”

“Say no more. Head on up.”

You took the stairs two at a time and ran into the bullpen to a full-on screaming match between Will, Jay, and Mouse. “Back the fuck up Will! Jay doesn’t get to make this decision for me and neither do you!”

“NO WAY GREG! NO WAY IN FUCKING HELL!”

“Will, calm down, he’s my best friend and I don’t want him to reenlist either but there’s no need to yell like that.”

“YES THERE FUCKING IS! GREG GERWITZ YOU ARE NOT RUNNING OFF TO THE RANGERS AFTER KNOCKING UP Y/N!”

“What?! Mouse, you did what?! YOU HAD SEX WITH MY BABY SISTER?!”

“DOES SHE EVEN KNOW YOU’RE GOING BACK TO THE RANGERS OR WERE YOU PLANNING ON TELLING HER BEFORE ASKING FOR A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT?!”

“HOW DARE YOU HAVE SEX WITH Y/N-”

“You’re reenlisting with the rangers?” Your voice was so quiet you weren’t sure how the three arguing men heard you but they did, as well as the rest of intelligence who were huddled in the break room. You were shaking and your vision was blurring from tears. You’d spent years worrying about him, as well as Jay. You didn’t think you could handle that, especially not now. You felt light-headed and like you needed to lie down. “No, I’m not.” Mouse crossed the room to you quickly, guiding you into Antonio’s chair and holding your face in his loving hands. With the pads of his thumbs, he wiped away your tears. “No, I’m not reenlisting. I got the offer from my old SO, I briefly considered it before chucking that idea out the window because I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. The only reason I haven’t outright told Jay, and consequently the rest of intelligence, is because they were trying to control my decision. I was never going to go, I won’t leave you, especially not now. How are you feeling sweetheart? Do you need something to eat or drink?” Still shaken up, you could only sniffle out, “I don’t know,” before bursting into tears. You felt him bend down more and wrap himself around you. He ran his hands comfortingly up and down your back while murmuring words of reassurance to you. “I’m right here.” “I don’t ever want to leave you.” “I love you so damn much sweetheart.” “I want to spend the rest of our lives together.” “I love you.” You finally lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, and looked into the gentle eyes you love so much. “I’m pregnant.” He smirked playfully. “I heard.” Laughter escaped your lips before you could realize his joke wasn’t all that funny. He pressed his forehead to yours. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah, we are.” Mouse captured your lips in a loving, searing kiss that was interrupted by someone, or someone’s, ‘aheming’ right next to you. Still tangled with Mouse you turned to your brothers, “how do you guys feel about being uncles?”

“We feel great but,” Will looked at Jay who finished the thought you knew they were both dying to ask, “are you going to explain any of this to us?”

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BBB Week 38 Roundup, Part Three of Four!

THE ROUNDUP CONTINUES! There are masterposts still filtering in, and those all need to be submitted by the 7th.

Title: A Letter To The Dead Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Presumed Dead Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: talk about a presumed dead person Summary: Bucky’s therapist insists that, in order to feel better, Bucky should write Tony one last letter. So he tries.

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Title: Weapons Maintenance Collaborator: levicastho for MarvelCollabCupid Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Hair braiding Ship: stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, Guns Summary: “Heh. Looks like we’re both doing weapons maintenance.” “…Bucky, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. You aren’t a-” “Oh for Christ’s sake, it was a joke, Steve! Let me be funny!”

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Title: Happy Golden Daze (The Shift) Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C4 - Color Blind Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: canon divergence, pre-serum Steve Rogers, protective Bucky Barnes, mutual masturbation, friends to lovers Summary: After a long night of work at the docks, Bucky heads home to make sure the apartment he shares with his best friend Steve isn’t too cold. His early arrival means Steve wasn’t expecting him, and that’s why Bucky has front row seats to a show he never expected to see. He’s shocked to find he really likes it. Word Count: 2832

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Title: Bucky’s Thighs Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - thighs Ship: none/pick your own Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble, Bucky’s thighs Summary: Bucky’s favorite activity he uses his thighs for. Word Count: 100

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Title: Where We're going We Don't Need... Pym Particles Collaborator: Starjargon Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 - AU: Adventurers/Explorers Ship: Bucky Barnes & Eliot Spencer; Marty McFly & “Doc” Emmet Brown, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Rating: Gen Major Tags: crossovers Summary: Bucky has a lot of plans for that time-travelling DeLorean. Word Count: 1014

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Title: Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot Collaborator: seibelsays Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Running Away Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Major Tags: New Year's Eve, Post-Break Up, Makeup Summary: This year, New Year’s Eve was just another night. No party, no midnight kiss. Just another night. Part 3 of the New Year’s Eve series Word Count: 2681

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Title: The Muse’s Mark Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B5 - Bucky/Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: sketch art (showing naked chest and tiny part of the genitals), WinterIron, Artist Bucky, Muse Tony, One night stand, finding each other again Summary: Everything that was left of his one night stand was a haunting memory of a mole, just high enough to be seen in a locker room, but low enough to incite exploring. Word Count: 770

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Title: Unshackled - Chapter 15 Collaborator: LiraelClayr007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - First time Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: enemies to lovers, amnesia, mind control, hallucinations Summary: “How do you feel now?” “Hungry,” Clint says immediately. “Famished. Like I haven’t eaten in a month. Let’s order pizza.” Chuckling, James says, “We’ll get food, I promise. But let’s get back to you, alright? Feel anything besides hunger?” Clint takes a minute to think about that. Without sitting up he tests his muscles, flexing and relaxing, stretching and twisting. “I feel great, actually. Throat’s a little sore, but it’s not so bad. Pain’s almost gone, actually. How long was I out?” His mind is racing. He’s underselling it, he feels fantastic. He wants to get up and jump and run. He wants to get his hands on a bow. He wants to– Word Count: 60,177

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Title: Art: Picking Up, Undercover Collaborator: velociraptorerin-art for MarvelCollabCupid Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - Undercover In A Gay Bar Ship: Bucky/Cable Rating: Teen Major Tags: art Summary: When the assignment is to pick up the person-of-interest in a bar, it's always best to lay it on thick, right? Oh, and a crop top helps.

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Title: An Offer He Can’t Refuse Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - AU: Office/Corporate Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: alternate universe - office/corporate, hostile takeover, business negotiation Summary: Stark Enterprises had acquired Hydra Technologies almost two months ago in an exceptionally hostile takeover, and while most of the senior leadership had been dumped immediately -- and good riddance -- the main working force had been kept on for the time being to be “evaluated”, whatever that meant. But apparently that time had run out. Stark himself was onsite today for some kind of corporate meeting, and everyone seemed certain that while he was here, he’d be announcing a whole stack of layoffs. Bucky expected he’d be among them. Word Count: 1179

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Title: The Masseur and the Assassin - Chapter 2 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free Space Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: assassin, guilt, massage, happy ending, porn with feelings Summary: Bucky’s waited two long weeks, but he’s back at Asgard and ready for a repeat session with Steve. It can’t possibly be better than the initial one, right? Except it absolutely, definitely, really, positively is. Word Count: 3115

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Title: Movie night Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - Movie Night Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard and drabble Summary: Moodboard and drabble (100 words exactly) ficlet to accompany it. Word Count: 100

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Title: Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - KINK: Pornstar/Rentboy/Sex Worker Ship: WinterIron, Stucky, eventual Stuckony? Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Camboy, Identity Porn, Dildo Play Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Word Count: 1431

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Title: Mirrors - Chapter 1 Collaborators: dreadlockholiday and HopelessGeek (wuzzy90) for MarvelCollabCupid Link: AO3 Squares Filled: C1- Steve Rogers C4 - Role Reversal Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: fix-it, time travel, explicit sexual content Summary: The man standing a few feet in front of him is holding a heavy gun in his hand, the barrel aimed right between Bucky's eyes. The weapon doesn't shake, doesn't waver; it's ramrod straight just like the arm that's holding it. A metal arm, Bucky notices. His blood grows cold just like the ice in those unforgiving eyes staring at him. "Steve?" – All that glitters is not gold; sometimes it's just a glowy capsule that projects you into a completely different dimension. Word Count: 8457

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Title: Competitive Edge Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - KINK: Edging Ship: KINK: Edging Rating: Explicit Major Tags: competitive Bucky, competitive Steve, Kink: edging as competition, anal plug, urethra plug with cock cage, a lot of talking, weird set of rules for the competition Summary: Between Bucky and Steve, everything became a competition, even something like their discovering of kinks. Tony is just there to give some advice. Word Count: 723

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Title: Hard to believe it (It’s not over tonight) Collaborator: abitnotgoodiebag Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Last Chance Ship: BuckySam Rating: Teen Major Tags: oblivious Bucky Barnes Summary: Sharon really cannot believe how stupid these two can be. or Three times sam took Bucky out and one time Bucky took Sam out. Word Count: 14,961

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Title: Tattoos of a life Collaborator: cpt-winniethepooh Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y2 - Tattoo Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: mentions of past abuse Summary: Bucky decided to get tattoos for several reasons: he wanted to show that he was fully in control of his body (fuck you, HYDRA) while ensuring that his memories and his identity would need to be cut off with his skin next time (FUCK YOU, HYDRA; not that there would be a next time. Never again). He also wanted to showcase that he and Steve belonged to each other, and nobody could take that away, and also wanted to display Steve’s art on himself, because he was a sappy old man in love and because he could. So when Tony discovered an ink that could withstand the superserum, he decided to mark his skin up but not with scars this time. He got a wolf, half-realistic, half-made up of geometric shapes to represent his years as a Howling Commando, his link to Wakanda, and how he put himself back together after everything, on his ribs and abdomen. Over his heart, he got a pair of dog-tags, one with his own details and one with Steve’s, because that’s where they belonged. On the other side of his chest, close to his right shoulder, he got a tree of life with rainbow colors: he believed in revival, in thriving despite hardships, and he wanted a touch of his queer identity to be shown too in the colors. Over his right shoulder, paralell to the red star on his metal arm, he got Steve’s shield. Underneath that ran an arrow with a compass, because he’d always find his way back to Steve, no matter what. On the outside of his lower arm ran the Brooklyn city highlight that Bucky remembered from before everything, from the docks where he and Steve used to meet up around dusk. On the inside he had “Til the end of the line” in Steve’s handwriting, and then, on his wrist, “won’t forget” - because he wouldn’t, never again. He had a small star on the skin between his thumb and pointing finger, and when he and Steve got married, a black line around his ring finger to match Steve’s. And when he joined the Avengers, the large, stylistic A fit perfectly over his elbow.

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Title: The Difference Between Before And Now Collaborator: Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 - Image of Bucky and Tony in Bucky's garage while Tony works on the arm and Alpine plays in the background Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Angst, kinda flashback to Hydra time, pre-relationship, friends, Alpine to the rescue Summary: The noises made whenever Bucky's arm was being inspected or repaired had always been the same. Was it with Hydra or with Tony. Thankfully there are the small things that make him remember that he's living in the now and not the before. Word Count: 742

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Title: The Safety off the Gun Collaborator: starjargon Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 - Yoga/T'ai Chi Ship: Bucky Barnes & Eliot Spencer Rating: Gen Major Tags: crossovers Summary: Bucky has a few lessons to teach about self-control. They may even be more important than the lessons Wolverine gives. Word Count: 1463

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Title: Unintended Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y2 - Forced Marriage Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, royalty Summary: your gift to Bucky has unknown consequences Word Count: 1298

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Title: Want to Dive Into Your Ocean Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - Shipwrecked Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: No Powers AU, Historical AU, mer!Bucky Summary: In an attempt to warn his merfolk friend about a bounty being placed on his head, Steve finds himself shipwrecked and injured. Thankfully, he’s not alone. Word Count: 465

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Title: Lazy Mornings in Bed Collaborator: Gavilan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3 - Nose Kisses Ship: Gen Rating: WinterHawk Major Tags: fluff, domesticity, licking Summary: Bucky loves his boyfriend. Word Count: 100

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Title: The Difference Between Before And Now Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 - Image of Bucky and Tony in Bucky's garage while Tony works on the arm and Alpine plays in the background Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Angst, kinda flashback to Hydra time, pre-relationship, friends, Alpine to the rescue Summary: The noises made whenever Bucky's arm was being inspected or repaired had always been the same. Was it with Hydra or with Tony. Thankfully there are the small things that make him remember that he's living in the now and not the before. Word Count: 742

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Title: She Brushes Her Hand Through His Hair Collaborator: Gavilan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - hair braiding Ship: Bucky & Natasha Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff, slight gender feels, friendship, hair Summary: Bucky's hair is an awkward length. Natasha helps. Word Count: 252

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