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stardew-shitposterino · 9 months

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Stardew Valley Bachelors and their preferred pet names for you

You know the drill by now. Enjoy ✨

Sam:

-he’s pretty standard, so don’t expect something crazy, he isn’t good with words.

-baby/babe; pretty standard, but it’s what comes to his mind when he sees you. You’re just his baby girl 😩💕

-cutie; he won’t call you that all the time, but more when he is in a playful mood and wants to show you how much he likes you :3 “hey cutie, what are you doing there?”

-what can I say except I told you so🫣 he’s better with showing his affection through actions, not words 🤷🏼‍♀️

Sebastian:

-also pretty standard

-baby (this will come up a lot more I’m sorry y’all 😭)

-darling; but only when he’s in the mood for it

-(little) bat; because you kept joking about him being an emo/goth and he called you that for fun…it kinda stuck and it’s really cute ngl 🖤

-I have a feeling he will occasionally insult you as an inside joke too lol. Nothing too intense, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but he won’t hold back to tease you like he teases Sam or Abbey

Elliott:

-behold, he’s a connoisseur for good old-fashioned pet names

-darling; I don’t have to elaborate

-love (in the most tender, smooth voice you can imagine)🥰🤭🫣💗

-precious; because you’re the most valuable thing in his life 😍

-he will throw in some original pet names which will sound oh so fancy, like names of flowers he finds beautiful, or generally things he loves (maybe not Tom Kha soup or lobster 💀)

Harvey:

-he’s so sweet, he’s like Elliott in that regard, so he will use some outdated ones

-darling 🤭

-love; his favourite, he can’t but blush himself calling you ‘his love’ (😩💗)

-honey; he uses that one a lot too. When you have breakfast together and he reads something interesting in the newspaper, he’ll happily exclaim it to grab your attention

-dear; but that one not so much, mostly when he is “arguing” with you or tries to talk you out of a dangerous idea (the farmer is a bit unhinged and he’s so worried about you 🥺)

Shane:

-Shane is a guy-guy, but he has some variety to his pet names based on his mood

-angel; this one is my favourite for his pet names. Not only does it apply because you ‘saved’ him from committing a big mistake, but he also found a real friend in you which he didn’t have for most of his life

-babe; pretty standard, he uses it quite frequently instead of calling you by your name

-doll; sometimes that unintentional dad vibe comes through but I find it a bit funny lmfao

-he also uses plenty of stupid “insults” like Sebastian because he’s a little menace and mild bullying is his love language 💙 if you’re short you’re a dwarf or hobbit for sure despite him being a short king himself

Alex:

-Alex can be a brick-head, but he has some cute names he likes to use

-baby; wow, we haven’t had that one yet 😃

-doll; idk why; I look at that guy and it just fits 🤷🏼‍♀️

-farm girl/boy; it’s a nod to the time you just got to know each other. He likes to nag you a bit with that one which you lovingly play into

-gorgeous; he just has to emphasise how freaking beautiful you are to him 🥰 he will often go past you and pretend he’s hitting on you, as if you’re not married for 5 years and have 2 kids lol. “Hey gorgeous, I’ve never seen you around here. You have a boyfriend? If not I’d like to apply for that position.”

#stardew valley #sdv shane #sdv bachelors #sdv #sdv Harvey #sdv Sam #sdv Alex #sdv sebastian #elliott sdv #Stardew valley headcanons #sdv headcanons #Stardew Shane #Stardew Harvey #Stardew Elliott #Stardew Sam #Stardew Alex #Stardew Sebastian

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melrodrigo · 10 months

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Tardy, part 5

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: There’s incriminating evidence against you, what will Tara believe?

Warnings: Scream levels of violence, swearing, angst, jealous Tara

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey babes, I know I said I’d stop the angst… but yk, the angst goblin took over. Also!! thank you for 400 followers <33 lurb all y’all

"Why did they find your DNA at the crime scene?"

Your eyes almost bulge out at her statement. "What? What are you talking about?"

You move forward but she recoils; like being around you scares her.

She stares at you, eyes hard. There's something else swimming in her eyes too; it looks like regret.

You stop in place, trying not to startle her. You get it; you do. It must be hard to trust anyone, after what Tara's been through. The fact she even agreed to be your girlfriend was a surprise; a pleasant one at that, but a surprise.

Nevertheless, it still feels like a stab in the heart when she takes another step back.

"Tara," You say gently, "I know you're suspicious, and you have every right to be. I'm just begging you right now to believe me. I had nothing to do with this, and I never will."

She's still stiff, that's obvious, but you see her eyes soften just the tiniest bit. It’s in the slight crinkle at the tips of her eyes.

"I like you so much Tar, I'd never do anything to hurt you." You say, voice starting to choke up by the end of your statement. Your eyes are wide and pleading

Tara stares at you for a long time. Far too long for comfort, and then-

"Okay."

You breathe a sigh of relief, your heart swelling immediately. You step forward again, and Tara doesn't back away.

You're both silent as you take Tara in a bear hug, holding on for dear life. Her breathing is steady against yours.

"But if I ever find something more suspicious about you; I won't let you go so easy. It won't be pretty." She whispers, tone menacing.

You gulp

Tara's unhappy with you; if that wasn't obvious enough from your last interaction.

You've tried to approach her 5 different times in the past few days. She's all shrugs and quiet snappy comments.

She does an amazing job at avoiding you, considering the fact that you guys live together. Well practically, anyway.

She manages to be out all day every day with Sam and turns the lights off in your shared bedroom the minute you enter. The only time she doesn't shy away from you is when she needs a quick release.

Hurt isn't the word to describe how you feel, it's more of a stinging, nagging feeling.

You'd trust Tara with your life, did she not trust hers with you?

It's starting to take a toll on you, the pushing away, the irritable quips; the only wanting you around when she wants to fuck.

It's not like you could contact your friends and leave...well you could, but that would only be putting them in danger. You didn’t want to be the reason for anyone's inconvenience.

Though in the midst of it all, an unexpected friendship had blossomed between you and Ethan.

You'll admit, it started in a nerdy type of way. You were sitting in the apartment, watching a show on your phone in fascination. The rest of the group was also with you; but watching the tv, munching on the pizza you'd ordered.

They all acted the same around you, which leads you to believe Sam and Tara haven’t told them yet.

Well, maybe Tara does still care about me a little bit.

"No way! Is that Dylan Is In Trouble?" Ethan exclaims from behind you, catching sight of the YouTuber you'd been watching.

It's been so long since anyone had a real conversation with you, your head snaps to him and you nod excitedly.

He rounds the couch to sit beside you, look on his face childlike.

"I love Dylan Is In Trouble, did you watch the recent commentary yet?" He asks as he sits down.

You tilt your phone so he can see clearly, "What do you think this is?" You tease.

He smiles sheepishly, the bottom of his neck starting to turn red.

He seems a little embarrassed after this, and you're scared he might've taken your teasing the wrong way.

"My favorite videos of his are Gone Girl and the Harry Potter marathon." You say.

His eyes light up again almost immediately. They resemble a pug in the way they look like they'll almost fall out his head.

"Me too!"

"Do you wanna watch it together?" You offer, taking an airpod from your ear and handing it to the boy.

He takes it happily, smiling softly.

It turns out Ethan and you have quite a lot in common. He's cute, and nice, and doesn't treat you like scum on earth; which is better than whatever everybody else has been doing.

It's movie night tonight, the first one Tara will be at since the fight. You've been trying to calm your nerves all day, but the shaky hands and weak knees are a dead giveaway to how you’re really feeling.

"Dude! You're going to be fine." Ethan reassures, watching you pace from one corner of the room to another; hands around your head.

You’ve told Ethan a little about your fight with Tara, and he’s been your rock ever since.

"God, this is stupid. I should just skip movie night." You say, flopping onto the bed.

Ethan groans, grabs your hand, and drags you up and out of the room you were currently hidden in.

You do feel a little better with Ethan by your side, chatting his ass off to distract you. It kind of works.

He grabs your attention even more when he talks about Elizabeth Olsen. Now that was one hell of a topic to get your mind off Tara.

You're so submerged in the conversation by the time you get to the couch that you don't even notice her enter and sit on the couch; the farthest seat away from you as possible.

You couldn’t care less, at that point.

Ethan blabs on about how much he'd like to do things you aren’t nasty enough to repeat to the scarlet witch.

You punch his shoulder lightly, and scowl.

"Dude, uncool. You talk about my wife like that?" You muse, raising an eyebrow.

You're so caught up in the teasing you forget about how loud you are. The room goes quiet, and unbeknownst to you all eyes turn to Tara.

She's no longer ignoring you, she's staring straight at your hand; that’s still touching Ethan's arm, glaring daggers.

Ethan coughs when he sees Tara and tries to signal to you that she looks less than unhappy. You don't seem to understand, only laugh harder and show Ethan your lock screen.

"You know, there's a reason why Ms. Lizzie Olsen is my lock screen." You snicker, but you're interrupted by a scoff from across the room.

Now you realize that everything's gone silent. You furrow your eyebrows, peer at Tara.

She looks absolutely livid.

You roll your eyes, so you weren't allowed to have any fun while she's mad at you?

Fuck that, this is the most you've laughed in ages.

You stand up, grab Ethan's hand and lead him over to your shared room. Tara stares.

"Dude! Get your hands off me, Tara's looking at me like she's about to kill me!" Ethan whispers, hushed and hurried.

You look back at him, eyes determined.

"That's the point." And you lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek, making sure everyone in the living room can see you.

You're too worked up to care at the moment, if this is what it takes to make Tara talk to you again; you'd happily do it a million times over.

"Oh god, I'm dying today." He squeaks, ears beet red.

You guys get to the room, and it takes Tara 1...2...

-before the door bursts open, her eyes wild. She looks incandescent with rage.

"Get. Out." She practically sneers at Ethan, and damn that boy doesn't have a single independent bone in his body because he leaves so quickly you think he might trip on his own legs.

The moment he's gone Tara surges at you, backing you up into the wall harshly, fiddling with the buttons of your pants.

As much as you want her, this isn’t what you had planned for.

"No, Tara." You mumble, lightly using your hands to shove the smaller girl away.

"Shut up, I need you right now." She says as she slips her hands underneath your shirt and lets them roam all around your body shamelessly.

You shove harder this time.

"I said no, Tara." Your voice is hard, and this time Tara pulls back, apprehension on her face.

You walk to the door, and stand in front of it; blocking Tara from running away.

"I need you to talk to me." You whisper, tone hard.

Tara fakes a confused expression, averting her eyes from your gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've forgiven you already." She says, voice high.

You scoff, cross your arms against your chest.

"You've forgiven me but you don't trust me. You've been ignoring me all week, and the only time you even touch me is when you want to have sex. It's like I'm not even your girlfriend anymore!" You yell, pent-up anger spilling out of you before you can stop it.

Tara's dead silent for a moment. The air feels electric. She's staring at you with fire in her eyes.

"Maybe you shouldn't be my girlfriend."

She whispers it, but it sounds about a million times louder than anything else right now.

The room suddenly feels hollow and empty. Tara's saying something but it sounds muffled.

You feel tears start to threaten their way out of your eyes, and you turn away; determined not to cry in front of her.

"...but I can't trust anyone right now, not even you." is the rest of what she says.

You scoff.

"I thought you'd at least have a little more faith in me, I mean, your sister's DNA was found there too!"

Tara fidgets on her feet, looking like she'd rather do anything than stand in front of you.

"But Sam's my sister." She says softly, looking down at her feet.

It's all too much, all at once. You feel bile rising in your throat, your heart heavier than it's ever been; thumping at a million miles per hour.

"YN, wait-" Tara reaches as you grab open the door and rush out. You need to go somewhere, anywhere that isn't here.

"Wait, dude, where are you going?" Ethan starts, trying to get you to stay; stumbling over his own feet.

"Out." You snap, shooting him a dirty look. You know he doesn't deserve it, but everything's so hectic and shitty that you couldn't care less about how he feels.

It looks like he's about to say something else but you speak before he can even start.

"Don't think about following me."

And then you walk out, leaving everyone in the room staring in awkward silence.

The music is blaring loud enough for you to drown your thoughts, the only thing present in your mind is the feeling of the beat and the melody.

Perfect.

You prop your arms on the balcony railing of the pub and stare into the darkness of the night.

There are at least 20 different text messages from Ethan and two from Tara. You scowl as you see it, bitter bitter feeling in your heart.

It's kind of nice actually, being away from the group. Not thinking about Tara, not thinking about anything.

You hear a shuffle from behind you, assume it's someone pushing the glass door onto the balcony to smoke.

You don't turn around, just lay your head in your hands as you enjoy the view.

A piercing pain shoots right up your body, and you faintly feel something slide out of you.

It's numbing at first, and you turn slowly; in shock. You look down at your shoulder blade, the same side of your body you were sliced; and see that the wound has reopened.

"Huh." You mutter, looking up to see none other than Ghostface stalking in front of you.

He looks smaller than you remember.

You tut, it's not like you weren't expecting Ghostface to come to find you. You were in a horror movie after all; isn't the first rule not to split up?

"So....are you going to just stand there like a coward or are you going to finish the job?" You taunt, watching as Ghostface's palms turn into fists.

You get a little kick out of it, heart jumping with adrenaline.

Ghostface rushes forward, gripping both sides of your arms; holding tight. It hurts your just infected stab wound.

As much as you'd like to die at the moment, there's still a teeny weeny bit of you that wants to hold on and kill this son of a bitch. So he'll never hurt another soul again, he'll never hurt your Tara.

You grab at his face, but he's quicker. He swerves your flying fists, head butting your chest.

It takes you a minute to catch your breath again, Ghostface takes the opportunity to stab your stomach; twisting and churning your skin into itself.

"Fucking hell." You manage out and use the last of your strength to uppercut as hard as you can, and you're almost sure you feel your knuckles crack under the pressure.

It takes him off guard, stumbling back onto the railing. You curse when you see he doesn't fall off the goddamn balcony.

You clutch your bleeding arm, throw the bottle of whiskey you were drinking at Ghostface as hard as you can, and run.

Run. Run. Run.

You sprint through the crowd of people, pushing and kicking your way through. Not a single one of them gives a single shit about your bleeding arm, or the fact that you're panting so heavily you'd resemble a dog.

You're so caught up in avoiding bodies you don't realize you literally slam into someone.

Big brown wild eyes stare back at you, and you gasp. He’s covered in cuts from top to bottom, face battered and bloody.

It couldn't be...

"Ethan?" You breathe out.

#tardy #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #scream vi #mine

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traveler-at-heart · 1 year

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Shopping

Summary: Natasha hates shopping, but an incident might change her mind.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Who knew saving the world was so much work.

Specifically, paperwork.

Thor, unfamiliar with Earth’s customs and the bureaucracy of any organization, always had trouble filing his reports. You volunteered to spare him of endless hours sitting in front of a computer and to save Steve the frustration of trying to figure what the god meant when he wrote things like “the screams of our victims can be heard from Hell”

Only, you had been at it for almost three hours now. You stretch, feeling your back muscles strained.

Time for a snack break.

Which you were doing, eating cereal and browsing through some emails. There’s a sale at your favorite store. Maybe, if you find the right outfit, you’ll agree to that blind date Tony’s been nagging you about.

The day seems to be getting better, until Sam rushes past you, mumbling.

“Run, hide, anything”

“What?” you say, mouth full of cereal. He’s already gone. Five seconds later, Natasha storms in. “Oh, hey, Nat”

She glares and you gulp down the rest of your food. Against your better judgment, you smile again and ask her if she wants to go shopping. You can’t stop talking, she makes you that nervous.

“I hate shopping”

You already know it and she tells you for good measure, before rolling her eyes and leaving the kitchen.

Right.

“Bucky, she’s alive,” Sam whispers as you walk back to your room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She was pissed. Had an argument with Tony” Bucky barely opens his door.

“They always do”

“Romanoff looked ready to kill him”

“She always does. And why are you hiding behind the door?” you look at Bucky.

“He ate all of Romanoff’s angry cookies” Sam replies.

“Terrible timing”

“Yeah” Bucky sighs, peaking around to see if Natasha is coming to kick his ass. Frankly, you wouldn’t stop her.

“Well, if you’re done gossiping, I have a shower to take”

“Where you going?”

“Shopping” you immediately shut down Sam’s curious tone. These boys are so nosy.

“Can I come?”

“Absolutely not. You always flirt with the girls and I can never get them to help me out”

“Oh, come on”

“Knock it off or I’m telling Nat you ate those cookies”

“No!” he sprints down to his room, while Bucky shuts the door so fast, you swear the wood cracks.

Ugh, it’s like living with teenagers. Thankfully, you have a plan. As you suspect, Natasha is going around the kitchen cabinets, mumbling something about “killing Barnes”

“Hey” you don’t expect her to respond or turn around, so you just place the package on the counter. “I know those man babies eat everything on sight, so I always have some saved in my room. Your favorites”

Natasha stops her movements, but still won’t turn around.

“Thanks” she finally says as you walk back to your room.

You wish it was enough to make her feel better. You also wish she trusted you enough to vent about what it is she’s so upset about.

But with Natasha, there’s always been a wall. You don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, because you find her so attractive, endearing and even cute.

If you get close, then you’re sure it’s going to evolve from slight crush to full time pining.

That can’t happen.

These thoughts take up most of your shower time and as you get ready to leave, you only turn around once to check your hair.

There’s a surprise waiting for you at the garage. Someone sitting on the driver’s seat of your car.

Natasha looks up and smirks.

“I don’t let anyone else drive”

“Mind you, I’m more worried about how you broke into my car without the alarm blaring” you tsk as she takes the keys from your hand.

She shrugs her shoulders and to your surprise, guesses which mall you’re heading to.

“I notice things too”

“You’re talking about those cookies?”

“I guess”

“Well, you’re always welcome to get them from my room. Secret cabinet behind the mirror”

“Nice”

You chuckle and she actually looks like her mood is improving.

And you… you are approaching the pining stage at an alarming rate.

“So, what are you looking for?” she asks when you finally get to your favorite clothing store. Natasha looks completely out of place between the lighting and the bland pop music playing in the background.

When she turns around, she finds you putting some lingerie sets over your clothed body, evaluating the shape and color.

She’s thankful you’re too focused on your own reflection to catch her blushing madly. Now is not the best time to picture you wearing one of those sets.

“Oh, maybe something to go on a date” you reply, choosing the black lingerie.

That answer is enough to put her in a bad mood again.

After a few minutes looking around, you sense that she’s starting to get impatient. Natasha shrugs her shoulders at every dress you show her. You might as well be holding a hot dog suit to get her approval.

“Alright, I’m going to the dressing room. Hold this” you give her your purse, to guarantee she won’t flee the minute you close the door.

“Don’t be long” she mumbles when you’ve barely taken your top off. Without thinking much about it, you peak through the door and smile mischievously.

“Relax. If you’re a good girl I’ll get you something nice”

The redhead blushes furiously as you close the door again. You think it’s pointless to show her the dress, thinking she’ll just shrug and make a non committal hum.

You’re on dress number three and think it’s the best one yet.

“Shit” your smile is quickly replaced by a frown when you realize the zipper on the back is stuck. “Nat” you call frantically for her.

“What?”

“I’m stuck”

“What…?”

“Come here” you jump out of the dressing room and pull her inside, shutting the door behind you. “The zipper. Can you pull it down?”

“Y-yes”

“Ok, go” you move your wavy hair out of the way, expecting it to be over with one swift motion.

But Natasha’s touch is surprisingly soft and delicate. You feel her breath close to your neck. Fuck.

“Fuck” Natasha says and you snap back.

“What is it?”

“It’s really stuck” she sits on the little chair at the corner of the room and pulls you along. As she keeps trying to undo the zipper, your body gives in, sitting almost on her lap, your back to her front.

“Almost… there” she grunts, pulling so hard that you end up actually sitting on her lap, squealing at the force of her movements. “Sorry, sorry, I got you”

“I thought I was gonna die” you sigh, not moving away from arms that are circling your waist.

“Trained spy is scared of a little fabric?”

“Jerk” you stand up, but the dress is halfway down, limiting your movements. It falls completely to the ground, you stumble and turn, landing once again on Natasha’s lap, this time face to face.

Or rather… Breasts to face. She has her entire face on your lingerie clad breasts.

“Jesus, Nat, I’m sooo sorry…” your apology dies down when you feel strong arms pulling you closer. You look down and find emerald eyes, pupils dilated with lust and lips parted, waiting for permission to move forward.

There’s not much else to think about, so you place your hands on either side of her face and kiss her, desperate and fast. Natasha moans against your mouth, moving down to your neck and sucking until she leaves a mark. Her expert fingers are trying to unclasp your bra when...

“Everything ok in there?” a store clerk asks. You break apart, feeling frustrated and very much turned on.

“Yeah, I’m almost done here!” you shout, a little too out of breath.

“I think your friend left. She really hates shopping, huh?”

“Oh, I think I’ve managed to change her mind” you wink at Natasha before putting your clothes back on.

“Stop” Natasha says as you head back to the Compound, one hand on the wheel and the other hovering above your leg.

“I’m not…!”

“You’re staring”

“You’re a really good kisser”

The redhead blushes and you think you’re in love.

No turning back now.

“So… when’s your date?”

“I don’t know, when are you free?”

“But I thought...”

“Tony was insisting on setting me up. That was before I knew my not-so-secret crush wanted to have her way with me in a dressing room”

For the first time ever, Natasha is speechless and you laugh.

“So how about tomorrow?” she finally asks as she parks your car.

“That works for me” you walk side by side and then smile. “See? Aren’t you glad you went shopping with me today? You got to pick the clothes you’ll rip off of me”

Natasha stops walking, and she’s actually considering just taking you up to her room right now.

“Tomorrow” you promise, smiling as you peck her lips.

“Hey”

“Yes, Sam?” you still have a silly smile, walking back to your room.

“I just saw Natasha and she smiled at me. Do you think she’s ok?”

“Yes, Sam” you roll your eyes, but he keeps staring. “What?”

“What’s that thing on your neck?”

Fuck. You slap your hand over the hickey and rush to your room.

“None of your business”

“As long as you keep her happy!”

“Shut up, Wilson”

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x you #Natasha Romanoff x y/n

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rayzay · 6 months

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A lot of spelling mistakes, the plot is all over the place ngl.

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Danny was immortal, he couldn't die. Well, he couldn't die by old age. His human form won't die naturally and it won't age either.

So, when all of his family, friends and just quite everyone he knew died, he was left alone. But his family and his two best friends still haven't moved on, Danny was their unfinished business. So, like a good normal family, they decided to haunt Danny! Which is cute, but also can be seen as something horrifying if you don't know the context.

So, 85 years later, Danny still changes last name everytime he needs to (so about every 4 years), jumping from foster family to foster family. He moved to state to state, never staying in the same state for too long.

And in 85 years, a lot has happened.

Here's what changed with the world :

Superheroes and metahumans/non-humans are way way more accepted in society.

A lot of big city appeared such as, Gotham and Blüdhaven in Jersey, Central City in Missouri, Metropolis in Illinois, Amnesty Bay in Maine, Blue Valley in Nevada, Coast City in California, Dakota City in well...Dakota. Fawcett City, Star City..etc..etc..

All of these have also something particular, they're home to a hero and said hero works for the JL, known as the Justice League.

Danny wasn't really interested in hero-ing anymore, after all, there was people literally paid by the government to do that, so why would he do charity work? Of course he'll help if there's a catastrophe, but he'll just help the civilians get to safety, that's all.

Life kind of sucked for Danny. He couldn't get attached by people too much because he'll know he's going to outlive all of them, so why even bother trying?

Danny needed to find a new place to stay, preferably a big city, and in a state he didn't appear this year.

Danny decides to pick Metropolis, it's one of the safest option after all, Superman does his work pretty well, and casualties and crimes rate are really really low there..plus, Sam kept pestering him asking him to meet Lois Lane. (Danny needed to do an essay about journalism for some reason, and he stumbled across Lois Lane Wikipedia page, she was quite the character.)

Sam instantly took a liking to her, she's everything she aspires to be.

Tucker, him, seemed interested in Lex corp, not in a “Oh, I'm so so fan of him!” kind of way, but more in a “His technology is one of the best in the world, he could easily rival against WE.” kind of way.

His parents and Jazz were guiding him, telling him what to not do, and what to do, sometimes they argue, sometimes they stay quiet, sometimes Danny tune them out, can't blame him honestly, if a psychologist was always nagging me, telling me what to say, and doing some unnecessary rant about whoever's is talking to Danny body language I would want to tune them out too.

But they're mostly trying their best..and Danny can't blame them for that.

His parents always did a “ability checkup test ” and it's basically Danny just flying around, shooting his blasts, doing a ectoplasm shield, duplicating...just testing all of his powers to see if they're all okay.

Which, they always are but his parents keep pushing him to do it, and he always agree just to make them shut up.

Danny found a new ability, something he deemed impossible to do, he can fly, he has his strength, his speed, his stamina and his reflexes but, with his human form.

But everything else that works with ectoplasm or his ghost core he didn't have.

So he was basically a less powerful version of him, which, sucks, but it's kinda cool.

His family were ecstatic and so was he! Plain old Danny could be more..but no, he has to stay low. Otherwise he's going to get found by Vlad, or worse.

Danny does something, extremely stupid, but fun for him.

He decides to fly in Metropolis, but just high enough so no one could see him! Even though Danny has the same powers when he's Danny Phantom, it's different, it's weird, he has his core to help him concentrate, hearing the frost in there soothe his nerves, and help him get focused.

But, it's different, he has his slow beating of his heart, which is quiet, really really quiet, it's drowning against the noises of the city

He can't focus he can't focus he can't-

Danny starts falling, which is okay because he can just turn into Danny Phantom and easily get out of this shitty situation, but noo, Danny had, and still has the shittiest luck ever.

Superman catch him, of fucking course.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic

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Sam’s video/ Going on a tangent about Sam and somewhat Vincent

“But I’m still good. I can still do good. I can still help. I can help…”

Going to ramble below…these are just my thoughts. No, this isn’t a deep analysis on Sam.

Sam is so interesting, because as we’ve gotten to know him, he’s made it clear that he is someone who is stubborn about his morals and his beliefs. He’ll put his own health aside for others, even if they nag at him that he’s overdoing his magic.

He’s soften up on his walls with Darlin’, but he’s always struggled with one thing. And that’s his identity. This isn’t only a struggle with Sam, as Vincent also struggles with his identity. They’re both Solaires, or at least Sam used to be and Vincent is still up in the air. They’re handed this identity of being a part of a powerful house. One they didn’t want or ask for.

They were both forced into this life of vampirism, and were told they had to accept that now. Vincent somewhat already mourned his past life (don’t take this as fact. I haven’t rewatched his vids), but Sam is still mourning who he was.

He consistently brings up how he’s a healer and that he can still help. How I see it, it’s almost like he’s comforting himself. He’s affirming to himself that his vampirism can’t take away his healing. The one thing he was able to keep from his past life, even if it isn’t strong like it used to be. He’s still a healer.

And it’s still something he struggles with, even if not as much as before. His life has been unsteady and he wants that stability. Anything to just keep him afloat. Something that gives him peace and assurance. He says that’s all he wanted and he can’t even have that now. He feels sick, because he was affiliated with the Solaires, and that was part of his new identity. Now his environment has shaken and revealed it’s hidden truth. He’s angry that he even was a part of the Solaires.

This isn’t to say that Sam is weak or that he has no idea who he is. Because he does know what his morals are and what he wants to stand for. He proves time and time again that he can handle himself and make choices for himself. He only struggles with his past self, and trying to find that in between. Of accepting his new self and keeping what was his past self.

Accepting what has changed.

Sam is not someone who kills for fun or to gain something. Anytime we’ve seen Sam kill someone, it’s been out of self-defense. He isn’t power hungry or in need of a higher status.

He just wants to be Sam.

I think Sam has grown and is capable of growing.

He’s affirming to himself that he’s not some high status vampire with connections to the Solaires. He’s just Sam. And Sam is a healer who only wants family and peace.

Which is exactly Vincent wants. He wants normalcy.

Poor cowboy honestly needs a break.

Vincent….Vincent is so precious. Someone help the man.

I don’t know how to end this….uh…

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #I’m babbling #ignore me rambling #or don’t #if you do read this entire thing…I love you #I’m basically stating the obvious #but whatever

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quirkless-accident · 1 year

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Ease the Pain

TW: Recreational marijuana use -----

Danny breathed in deep, taking in the crisp, cold air nipping at his ears. Despite the chill he wore no shirt and no shoes, much more comfortable in the colder weather with the least amount of clothes he could get away with wearing.

He took a second, just like he always did on nights like these, to sit back and appreciate the moon in all of her glory. She was a waning crescent tonight, partially covered by clouds that threatened rain in the morning.

He took another deep breath in, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly. It was late-or early depending on who you were-and despite the peaceful night and the comforting cold, he couldn't sleep. Everything just hurt so much today. And it's not unusual for his body to reject him like this. being electrocuted will do that to a person, after all. So will the hero training and internships and secret missions he's going on. His joints are for sure upset with him.

He's tried several types of different medications, but due to his metabolism none of them seem to work for long periods of time. And because it's chronic pain that he has, there's not much Recovery Girl can do.

Sam came through, though. It was one overwhelming night of pain where he couldn't stop the crying or the emotional spiral, but in the end she had just what he needed. Or rather her grandmother did since she was the one with the med card, but that's neither here nor there. What matters most is that he has one pre-roll left, and he's fully intending to use it.

He checks the pockets of his sweatpants for his lighter that he forgot, before sighing in frustration. He puts one end of the joint in his mouth, and pinches the other with his thumb and index finger, using his powers to light it. It glows green for a moment, and then bright red. Danny takes a drag, inhales one more time for good measure, and lets it out slow.

The first hit never does much for him, but it's a meditative part of his process that he appreciates just as much as the high itself.

He started smoking in secret about a year ago, when the pain started to get unbearable. By itself, before all of the constant hero shit, it was no problem to deal with. Just a little nagging sensation in the back of his head that was easy to tune out. It wasn't supposed to be a long term solution, especially when he's technically doing it illegally, but it's the only thing that works for longer than a few minutes.

Besides, he graduates from U.A. in three months, and turns eighteen in one, where he'll then be able to get his card. So no harm no foul, really. And even if he does get in trouble with the school, it'll probably just be no more than a slap on the wrist. He's so close to finishing, and he's got a steady hero he's working under until he can save up for his own agency.

he takes another drag and taps off the ash from the end of his joint. There's a cold tingle starting to go up his temples, and a pleasant buzzing in the back of his brain that quiets his louder, more harmful thoughts.

Another drag. He closes his eyes, focusing on the way the cold wind feels against his exposed skin, savoring it like a weighted blanket. His core hums. The pain starts to ease.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Danny flinches hard, not having heard his teacher come up behind him. He drops his half-finished joint and it falls onto one of the other's patios. Danny whirls around, trying to act casual even though he knows his teacher definitely saw all of that.

"Mr. Aizawa! What are you doing up here so late?" He asks, trying to will the smell of weed away.

His teacher quirks an eyebrow, but he doesn't look upset. Though it's a little hard to tell. One eye is covered by the eye patch, and he's bundled in warm clothes, with a thick, grey scarf that's not his capture weapon wrapped around the bottom half of his face.

"Came to check on you," his teacher says as he walks up to Danny. "It's late. Couldn't sleep?" he asks again.

"Not tonight," Danny answers.

"Hm."

They stand there for a moment, Aizawa casually looking him up and down while Danny's anxiety spikes, because even though he's not worried about getting in trouble with the school, he's still very terrified of getting in trouble with Aizawa.

"Relax, kid," Aizawa tells him. "I'm not here to bust your balls about weed."

"You're not?"

"It would be pretty hypocritical of me, don't you think?" Aizawa asks him. he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a new joint, and a little yellow lighter. He lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to Danny, who, for a moment, is too stunned to do anything.

"I didn't know you smoked," Danny says as he finally takes the offered weed.

"Usually I use edibles, but Hizashi almost mixed it up with the regular brownies the other day. Nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw Eri eating like, four of them."

Danny chuckles at the image as he hands the joint back to his teacher. It's no secret that he and Present Mic are married, but it's not often that Aizawa tells them anything like this about his personal life. Usually this kind of thing comes from Mic during the downtime they sometimes have in class.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just passing the joint back and forth. Danny forces his muscles to relax as he focuses on the tingle in his temples, and his mouth is twitching up into a smile without his control.

"I get it, you know," Aizawa says after a few minutes.

"Get what?" Danny asks, taking another drag.

"The need," Aizawa says, nodding towards the joint. "I smoke to take the edge off the pain, or just to relax because my hell class is about to graduate and be out on their own. Weather's been changing a lot, though. Makes my leg ache more than usual."

Danny sometimes forgets about his teacher's prosthetic, but now that he's pointed it out it makes a lot of sense. Metal being joined to the skin with the healing fast tracked by certain medical quirks is bound to have some lasting effect. And if he's actually saying something about it to someone who isn't recovery Girl or Present Mic, it must be pretty bad.

"It helps with my chronic pain," Danny tells him. "The neuropathic pain caused from the accident."

Aizawa, as well as the whole class, found out about Danny's secret during the War, when they were tossing around suggestions about bringing ghosts in to the fight since the League had briefly recruited Vlad. It had been a...Interesting conversation.

"Does it flare up a lot?" Aizawa asks him.

"Some nights are worse than others," Danny offers. "The cold sometimes helps. But the marijuana is more consistently effective.

"And regular pain killers?" Aizawa asked, but Danny doesn't mind. It's not invasive or judgmental, the way his teacher asks him. He's just curious.

"My metabolism is too fast for them. Even the really strong stuff only lasts about an hour at the longest, and it doesn't do much overall. Weed is nice, cause it relaxes my body, and my thoughts go all quiet, and my pain eases a bit. I can actually get a full night's sleep with it."

"It makes Hizashi really loopy," Aizawa tells him. Maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's just the solidarity of using it to ease their respective pains, but Danny's happy that Aizawa is opening up to him like this. In just a few short months they'll be more colleagues than anything. And they'll probably work together a lot, too, since Danny has one foot in the underground scene. "He gets really giggly, then really hungry, and then he passes out for twelve hours."

"I got Jazz to try it once," Danny says through his laughter. "But it was through brownies. And there was a batch for me and my friends, the strong stuff, and a weaker batch, and she thought they were both the same. She was way more paranoid than usual, but her second trip went way better."

They were up their for a while. They finished the first joint not long after, and Danny went down to get the one he dropped when Aizawa had accidentally scared him, and finished that one, too.

Later, in his bed staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers, he felt his whole body relax into the mattress. The pain had been dulled, almost nonexistent for now. There's an almost overwhelming sense of relief. Of peace. Like everything is a little more manageable for a little while longer.

He manages to sleep through the whole night.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #bnha #mha #boku no hero acadeamia #my hero academia #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #weed #marijuana #tw: drugs #tw: recreational drug use

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bitchslappin · 9 months

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Dean calls people lots of things. Sometimes their names, but usually not. Sometimes a silly nickname. Sometimes people call him things. Usually his name, but sometimes not.

Dean calls Sam honey. Usually in a stupid, sing-song way. Like a sitcom wife talking to her husband. He does this when Sam is nagging him about something, which is pretty much always.

Sam calls Dean “lover boy”. He did it once when they were teenagers, as a joke. It’s still a joke usually. But sometimes, when Cas is in the room, laughing at one of Dean’s stupid jokes and Dean smiles like Cas hung the sun in the sky just for him, Sam means it.

Dean calls Jack sugar. Jack is the most powerful being Dean’s ever met, and he’s seen a lot in his forty some years on the planet. Jack is also the kindest, purest soul Dean’s ever felt. Dean doesn’t always know what to make of the way those two things crash together, and sometimes he knows he fucks it up. But Jack’s sweetness is contagious, and Dean does his best to learn all the lessons that they can teach him.

Jack calls Dean dear. Dean’s pretty sure he heard it on tv or something, he’s been watching a lot of I Love Lucy lately. It could be a joke, the way that he and Sam tease each other. But the way Jack smiles when they say it, Dean’s not sure what to do with that. But it eases something in his chest, and it feels a lot like love.

Dean calls Eileen sweetheart. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to Dean. To all of them. He couldn’t imagine where they would all be without her. From the first moment they met he knew she was forever. She’s his best friend.

Eileen calls Dean handsome. She says it so much that Jack asks if that’s Dean’s name sign. A lot of people in Dean’s life have commented on his looks. Pretty, delicate features for a hunter. It always made him feel sick, slimy. But when Eileen says it, it makes him feel whole.

Dean calls Cas angel. It’s a species, and a title. But it’s more than that to him. Angels are terrifying and awful at their best, in reality. But when he was little his mom told him angels were watching over him. He was always desperate for that reality, the older he got and the farther from love he felt. Angel is a title, romantic, but it’s symbolic, to Dean. It’s trust that he won’t be left alone.

Cas calls Dean beloved. He never knew what it was to feel, until he touched Dean Winchester’s in hell. The brightest thing he’d ever seen. He had thought he’d loved before. The mission of heaven, his brothers and sisters. Thousands of years that were nothing in comparison to the desperation he felt at the clutch of Dean’s soul.

Dean also calls Cas darling. In the dark, in their bed, where he is most terrified of how big and overwhelming his feelings for Cas are. In the moments when they’re alone, and Dean’s heart fills to overflowing, he reaches out for Cas, and always finds him there waiting.

Cas also calls Dean his treasure. Never when he’s listening, usually when he’s asleep. Cas sleeps too now, most of the time. But sometimes, he lets himself get swept away lying next to Dean in the dark, tracing his features with a fingertip, letting his grace drift towards Dean’s soul, searching and reaching. And he tells Dean, about all of the thousands of years of magnificence he’s seen, the things he’s created and touched. And he tells Dean, that nothing could ever compare, to the gift that it is to lie by his side, every night and every morning.

#supernatural posting #domestic supernatural #castiel #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #eileen leahy #jack kline

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deadincel · 1 year

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How do you think Chad (in a better reality where they actually got together) would react to Ethan being Ghostface? How would he react to his death? How would he react if Ethan was still alive?

oooo this is the angst i love (thanks for the ask friend 🫶)

for our sake lets just say that chad is with sam and tara for the reveal, no fatal 80 stabs wounds, no kissing tara. he trusted that ethan was at the hospital with mindy because, yknow, he should be able to trust his boyfriend won’t kill his twin sister. or him.

because i think even with mindy’s constant nagging of “never trust the love interest!” chad can’t help but trust ethan, especially after he was the one who called for help when mindy got stabbed on the train, even if mindy really didn’t like him too much.

i think chad’s initial thought when ethan takes off the mask is something along the lines of ‘this is a joke.’ like up until ethan actually speaks he has convinced himself that theres no way this is actually fucking happening im dreaming and he doesnt even feel his heart actually sink until he gets over the shock.

and he wants to kill him and wants to feel angry but he feels so stupid that he fell for it and feels so embarrassed for being vulnerable with him and letting ethan into his life and ethan was just using him the entire time to avenge his shitty brother.

not only does he feel betrayed by ethan, but he feels like he himself betrayed mindy for ever doubting her and ever picking ethan over her BUT hes so torn because ethan was the first person he could get close with after the events in woodsboro. and ethan is just standing there with a huge shit eating grin on his face and chad wants to lunge over and choke him out and beg him for reasons but he is so stuck in surprise that he cant move.

when ethan gets his throat shred by a knife? i dont think chad gets emotional until DAYS later. i think he spends the week after the event in sheer agony just unable to forgive himself for letting that happen. i think the sadness comes later, seemingly out of nowhere, maybe while hes in the shower or eating breakfast or getting ready for bed and it hits him unbelievably hard that his boyfriend is fucking dead and he will never come back and that everything that happened in the shrine was REAL. ethan was dead and gone and he knows he SHOULD be happy about it but he isn’t.

if ethan happened to survive? i really don’t think he would believe it. even if ethan walked up into his room bloody and on the brink of death and stood over his bed like frankenstein’s monster he still wouldn’t believe it. he doesn’t think he can trust anything or anyone after what happened. its so different to him than from the woodsboro killings because he wasnt as close with amber and he barely knew richie, but he shared things with ethan that he hadn’t shared with anybody else and it hurts so much worse. there, of course, would be a very small part of him that was wishing it to be true, but he ultimately would feel guilty for wanting his serial killer dead boyfriend to be back.

hes too good of a person for the bullshit i put him through . #youdeservebetterchad

#ask #chadthan #scream vi #ethan landry #chad meeks martin #scream spoilers #scream #ethan landry x chad meeks martin #deadcanons

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ejzah · 7 months

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A/N: Takes place after “Borderline”, but before “Personal”.

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Half Truths

It’s the end of the day, Deeks is finishing up something on his laptop. Every week, he has to turn in extra paperwork to LAPD—Kensi does not envy him that—which means he’ll probably be there later than everyone else.

Callen and Sam left 20 minutes ago, and Hetty had drifted off with a cryptic reference to some celebrity, leaving Kensi to search for busy work to occupy the time. Normally she’d be gone by now too, but she’s trying to be a better partner. Plus, something Deeks said the other day has been nagging at her.

“You don’t have to keep me company.” Deeks comment in the otherwise silent bullpen makes Kensi jump just as she’s contemplating attacking the mess of…stuff covering the surface of her desk.

“Oh please, get over yourself. I was not waiting for you,” Kensi retorts automatically, because that’s the status quo they established, and she doesn’t feel comfortable admitting that she just might care about him just the tiniest bit.

“Uh-huh. You just organized your entire inbox and color coded your pens. You’re hanging around for something,” Deeks points out, because of course he’d noticed. He’s way too observant for his own good.

“Fine. I just have been thinking about something you said when we we were in the desert.”

“If this is about my bodily functions—”

“No,” she cuts him off before she lets him derail her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she clears her throat. “You said your dad hates you and that…that he aimed a shot gun at you.” Her voice softens at the end. Like saying it too loudly will make it real.

Deeks stops, head tipped downward so his hair falls over his forehead, concealing his eyes. He’s still in a way he only ever is when he’s completely serious.

“I did.”

“How much of it was true?” She hopes it’s a case of him embellishing, as he tends to do. Yet, he’d been so nonchalant, lacking any of the grandiose behavior she’s grown used to when he’s crafting a story. Besides, as far as Kensi can tell, there was no reason for him to lie.

“Parts of it,” he replies finally, closing the lid of his laptop.

“Which parts,” she can’t help asking.

“Eh, you haven’t unlocked that level of the Marty Deeks story yet, I’m afraid,” he jokes. She hears the request to end the subject, loud and clear. “C’mon, let’s get out here before the Chinese place closes.”

Kensi follows him out, letting him fill the air with chatter about the last time he went surfing. She nods along appropriately, but her minds is still elsewhere.

Though she doubts he’ll ever confirm it, she certain at least one of the truths he’d told involved his dad aiming a weapon at him. It makes her shudder, makes her rethink the man she so often teases, makes her feel an unexpected wave of protection for him.

Jogging a couple steps to catch up, she falls into line with Deeks.

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A/N: Since Deeks’ first mention of the shotgun incident contradicts what we find out later, I’ve always thought that it was Deeks’ way of telling a part of his past, without revealing the full truth. Likely because he’d be worried about Kensi’s response to his age and actions.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre densi #references borderline #light angst #Deeks’ backstory #ejzah fanfiction

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amarriageoftrueminds · 4 months

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https://youtu.be/ajNwoS3Nsas?si=w-9hwcbT3Fb6WW5f

^^^ Phillips telling the damn truth and Peggy being like,"I did what was right" and "I don't have a crush on Cap'n America". And then, when Phillips noticed the other soldiers being distracted by something (Cap and the others returning), he leaves her standing there alone in the tent. She just continues to stand in the tent for a few more seconds, and her facial expression basically screams, "Why is the attention being taken away from me!?" Nice try, Madame Hydra, we all see through your lies.

She's so deluded about herself.

1) Doesn't have a crush?? She's been following Steve around panting like a b in heat ever since he stepped out of that vitaray tube!

2) She DIDN'T have faith in Steve.

She tried to nag Steve not to do the right thing after sneering at the very idea of it "what do you plan to do, walk to Austria?" because "your friend (didn't even know Bucky's name) is most likely dead??"

(True to form, she dgaf about the little guys. Unlike Steve, who mentioned not wanting to work in a factory; he knows how dire the situation is.)

Then she had to have her words thrown back in her face by Steve before she'd deign to help him (not that he needed it). And even then she transparently only 'helped' because she doesn't like being completely irrelevant to Steve's plans.

(He essentially tells her to stfu and get out of the way.)

Also, Classic trope in a Domestic Violence thriller is the scene where the male creep turns up at the female heroine's workplace, uninvited, and tries to persuade her to quit her job so he can have more control over her life. (But then shits the bed when she starts acting independently of him?)

That's Peggy.

Her shifting blame sideways to leech off a powerful man, claiming to be his mouthpiece when he is conveniently absent/dead and cannot speak for himself to contradict her.

( How the fuck would you know what Steve would think, you've only spoken to him like 3 times, total, months apart, and most of that time you were disagreeing with him?? )

This really is her signature move: 5 times in this movie alone she rips off or puts words in powerful dead men's mouths, usually to suggest a closer connection with them than she actually had (and by extension a greater importance of herself, by proxy).

(Also a classic Stark move, to rip off other peoples' work. Like AI rips off art. You can see why Peggy is paired off with Stark so often; they really have a lot in common. And that's before you get into What If...?)

And whereas honest Steve marches straight up to Phillips, openly and with integrity, and immediately surrenders himself for disciplinary action (and only escapes it because he's proven himself competent, and has like 500+ guys around him who'd probably mutiny if he was punished), she's trying to argue she shouldn't be punished.

Textbook nepobaby.

(As Phillips makes clear. She's not important or necessary, like Stark. She's only there because he "took a chance" on her. So... not there on merit.)

It's wild that after all the shit she does in that movie this is the closest she ever comes to experiencing an Actual Consequence, until Wanda cut her in half. 🥳

(If only Steve had come back ten minutes later! She might've already been fired by then! Alas.)

And you can see on her face that being told off is a really unsettling experience she's just not used to. You can see the barely-controlled rage/attitude of 'how dare this superior officer tell ME off??' when Phillip's back is turned.

It's like... a spoiled little princess Junior Karen being told off by a school teacher.

And the only character with the clout to deliver that dressing down has to be played by friggin Tommy Lee Jones!

Other things to notice:

A) CEvans playing Steve seeing she's there behind Phillips and doing a Live Slug Reaction, about as much expression on his face as if she was a piece of furniture. 🤣 (Contrast: him seeing Bucky, or even him seeing Sam, when they've been apart a while.) His interaction with Phillips has more genuine warmth. 🤷‍♀️

B) How mysteriously un-jubilant Peggy is that all those soldiers are safe. Y'know, the ones she didn't think Steve should bother saving? 👀💅

C) The fact that this so-called 'spy's reconnaissance sources apparently can't spot 500+ men marching back to camp in broad daylight literally seconds away from where she's standing. 🤦‍♀️ How is she still employed?

#mcu meta #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #CATFA meta #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T JUST LIKE 🤍

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allandoflimbo · 2 years

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Take It Back: His Story

Sequel to Take It Back

Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him.

Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.

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Cambridge, MA

9:45PM - Winter 2008

Cheap beer cans - bud light, Miller, even a blue ribbon - were littered sparsely around the front lawn of the large sized, green two story home. A few people gathered around outside talking; some sitting on the fence that circled the front porch, and others hovered near the door. The crowd consisted mostly of freshman year Harvard students; maybe a junior and sophomore here and there.

Inside the home, the air was surprisingly cool - considered with as many people as there were inside. Aside from the normal homey smell, cologne, pizza, and occassionaly weed - depending, of course, which door you walked in front of- engulfed the air.

Next to the loud chatter and “chug, chug”, the words of My Own Worst Enemy was heard.

“She would never.” Bucky shouts over the music towards Steve, a huge grin plastered over his face. Bucky’s got his left arm up around Natasha’s shoulder as she leans her head over his chest.

Steve’s jaw is thight as he glares at Bucky. Despite Steve’s small annoyance, he tries to hide his amused grin. It was obvious he was offended by his friend’s nagging words, but he couldn’t help but laugh at Bucky’s playful smile and obviously joking tone.

“She literally did.” Steve says. He then turns to Sam who is chugging some jack and coke and nudges him, the drink almost spilling on his face from the nudge, “Come on, Sam, tell him.”

To Steve’s right is Connor— a head full dirty blonde hair and gorgeous light eyes.

“What’s the big deal if you didn’t, anyway?” Connor says.

Steve turns to him, this time fully glaring. When Connor does nothing but stare back, Steve then turns back to Bucky and Sam.

“But I did.” He says seriously.

Bucky lets out a small chuckle.

“Fine, you slept with Yelena.”

Steve clenches his teeth again.

“Alright, Steve. We were just playing anyway. Don’t make such a big deal about it. We believe you. You’re good looking, obviously, and so is she. And you had a lot in common.” Sam says, half slurring.

“You’re trying to prove it like she was your first time or something. It’s not that serious.” Bucky says seriously, pulling Nat closer into him. Steve’s eyes quickly flicker over to Nat for a second and their eyes meet. Her smile falters and she clears her throat, looking away.

“How about we stop talking about women this way? Ironic how you’re all trying to brag about him sleeping with her like it gets him points, meanwhile she gets categorized as a slut or easy. It’s sexist and I don’t like it. Not to mention this kind of conversation is so out of character for all of you, especially you, Bucky.” Nat says, leaning over and taking Sam’s red cup away from him - he groans in protest of course, “Change of topic.”

“Right, we’re sorry.” Sam says, guilt lingering in his voice. “It’s the beer emotions talking,” Sam adds, pulling Steve into the crook of his arm, “I think you need another.”

Nat and Steve’s eyes meet once more through the group.

She’s caught off guard when she feels the touch of two soft lips on the side of her head.

She closes her eyes and leans her head into Bucky’s kiss.

They had been together for a few months now, and he always treated her right, despite the emotional turmoil and baggage that came along with taking care of him. It wasn’t that the baggae was heavy or that she was complaining, but it took a lot out of her emotionally. It was more work than she had expected, especially at such a young age. For most of their relationship, she had to sacrifcie acknowledging all her own emotions and her own best interest for only his.

She at times wondered if maybe she was just his girlfriend in passing since he’d been back, and that she was simply here in his life as a girlfriend just to let him heal and that then he’d be back on his own right after.

The sex was good, too.

But she didn’t mind if that’s what they decided was best.

He deserved it. He needed this support.

They continue talking for a bit until, across the room, there’s a loud commotion. Everyone’s eyes turn to it.

Nat feels Bucky stiffen next to her, his grip tightening on her arm.

With her right arm that is still wrapped about his waist, she soothingly rubs her hand there instinctually— up and down, up and down.

His friends all turn back to Bucky and Nat, their eyes lingering on Bucky for a fraction longer than her.

“They’re just talking.” Steve says, reassuringly.

Bucky gives a stiff nod, eyes glossing over.

Bucky looks down when he feels Nat turn her head to look up at him.

He knows that look immedatiealy.

Pity, fear; preparation.

“Want to grab a drink real quick? Just us two? We can go to the hallway.” He knows she’s suggesting quiet and space.

Someplace where no one can see him or affect him. A breather for his heart and head.

She can sense it happening before he can.

Like always, he doesn’t respond, but he lets her take his left hand into her right one, and he lets her lead him towards the kitchen.

She passes by two groups of girls — one blonde and one red head — who are standing right in front of a medidum sized red cooler. Nat says excuse me, and once they mumble their apologies and move, she bends down to grab a cold water bottle.

She goesn’t let go of Bucky’s hand once.

Bottle finally in her hand, she leads him towards the familiar hallway, the music fading away in the background. The farther they get away from the crowd, the farther the noise sounds too.

They can almost barely make out another loud cheer.

She feels his hand tighten over hers again on the bottle.

She looks around to make sure they are finally alone.

She takes in his state. Bucky stands with his back against the wall, his chest moving irregularly. Mechanically, she unscrews the water bottle and hands it to him.

Like always, he takes it with his right hand and takes long gulps. It feels good and refreshing going down his dry and suddenly constricted throat.

Her hand cups the side of his neck as he takes his last sip.

When he’s satisfied, he takes the cap from her and tightens it over the top of the bottle.

He hangs his head low, closing his eyes tightly together.

“Hey,” she says gently, reasurringly. It’s ok. His nod is barely noticeable. She doesn’t like the way his face has loses all color again, and the way he trembles under her fingers.

He was having an episode.

Nat takes in a deep breath, grabs his hand, and looks around for a possible room to take him in.

She sees one guy she recognizes from one of her classes coming down the hall. The guy gives her a polite nod when their eyes meet and then he continues on his way minding his own business. As soon as he’s turned the corner, she takes Bucky’s hand again and leads him down to one of the doors to the bedroom at the endd of the hallway.

The soft grey runner is inviting underneath the soles of their shoes.

It’s dark and dead silent when she closes the door behind them.

As their eyes accommodate to the darkness around them, she finally makes out Bucky’s form and watches as sits down on the bed. He places an elbow on each knee, and his head hangs low again.

She walks over to the lamp next to Sam’s parents’ bed and flicks it on. Their wedding picture is now visible on the white wooden nightstand.

As soon as the left side of Bucky’s face is illuminated by an orange glow, she kneels down in front of him, taking his hand into hers. His right one holds on tightly, the left one just enough, but still lacking that complete mobility he once had.

The look in his eyes are far away, small tears lingering in them.

He breathes in sharply.

“I miss her.” His voice cuts through the room, voice wavering and cracking. The hurt, unmistakable. Nat rubs his hand gently, “I can’t breathe.” Her heart pains as she watches his face remain stoic, despite the painful words etched with dispair and mourning. Not to mention, the pain in his voice.

His chest is moving up and down rapidly and she feels the fingers of his right hand tense up.

“Look at me.” It takes him a moment but he eventually does, “Ten seconds in.” He just stares at her and she shakes his hand desperately to urge him on, “Come on. Ten seconds in.” he looks at her for a second longer an then does as told, “Now, ten out. Slowly.” She clarified as he puffs out air from his mouth, “Again.” They do this four more times before his breathing finally slows down along with the heaving in his chest. “That’s it.” She says quietly.

His body moves forward closer to hers as she leans her forehead onto his.

His lips purse together and his eyes close tightly together.

“It’s okay to cry, remember?” He lets out a grunt at her words, almost a growl. She looks down the bridge of his nose, “a scream, too.”

He lets out a whimper at that.

They know this isn’t the ideal place, but they would make do. She rubs the back of his head gently before standing up.

Nat looks around for anything that could work. She bends over towards the side of the bed and pulls out one of the pillows. They would have to settle for the only thing that could muffle it.

Bucky whimpers again at the sight of the pillow, but he follows along. His eyes close gently together as he leans his head down on it, both his hands closing and opening repeatedly, his finger tips feeling numb. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he nuzzles his face into it.

She watches with sorrow as he lays there for a few minutes, letting out muffled low screams of pain. Mingled with his extremely muffled screams and cries, she swears she hears the word mom.

Her heart shatters.

You’d think she’d be used to seeing this, having dated him for a few months now. But no person could ever get used to him. Her heart pains for Bucky. How someone could go through what he did and still be standing was the most heroic and strongest thing she’d ever seen someone do.

It takes a few minutes for his cries to dissipate into soft and collected breathing. She reaches over for the water again after he lifts his head off the pillow and she stretched her arm out to him.

He takes the bottle and gently puts it on the floor, refusing more water.

“Bucky…” she says gently.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling her down towards him.

Steve cleared his throat as his eyes kept darting back towards the direction Nat and Bucky went.

His heart pained but for a multitude of reasons.

“Is he okay, though?” Connor asks curiously, his eyes furrowed together in deep concern over one of his most recent friends.

He had known what he was going through. It was hard to now know when Bucky’s family were literally famous. He had tried his best not to think about what he already knew when they met for the first time at a party in the fall, and instead let Bucky tell him him on his own as their friendship progressed. He knew of how hard he was having it since his mother was killed but that was it.

He knew Afganistan must’ve been hard on him but he didn’t know any full details, which is why he feels heavy worry after seeing his friend heavily shut down for the first time.

Steve gives him a short nod.

“He just had another attack,” he shoves a hand into his pocket, clenching his jaw as he does so, “Nat is with him.”

Connor raises a brow at Steve. The green-blue eyed boy’s gloomy attitude was palpable.

“What’s wrong?” Connor asks him, quickly intrigued by what he was sensing.

Steve meets his eyes at this words. Steve had his reasons for feeling what he was feeling right now — jealousy, sad — but he also got pity for his best friend.

“Nothing. I just getting worried about the both of them.” It was the half truth.

Connor looks at him for a second longer and he can tell immediately it wasn’t the full answer. He narrows his eyes at Steve and nods.

“Bucky needs her right now. He deserves someone like her that takes care of him.”

Connor nods and gives Steve a playful punch in his arm that doesn’t fully cause the smile he was hoping for.

“Yeah, no you’re right he does.” Steve says quietly, almost in submission.

They stand there for a little longer, looking around and debating if they should check on Bucky and Nat before deciding to ditch the party earlier. College party weren’t as fun when your best friend had severe ptsd episodes at them. It wasn’t necessarily the experience you always envisioned.

“Who was she?” Connor’s question catches Steve by surprise.

When their eyes meet, Steve knows right then and there was Connor is asking him. He doesn’t like that he’s starting to connect the dots.

“Who?” Steve plays dumb, in hopes that he’s wrong and that Connor is talking about something else.

There’s a small smile on Connor’s lips. He doesn’t look smug, nor proud or cocky. His smile was kind and genuine; small.

“The girl you lost your v-card to.” He clarifies, knowing Steve knows what he’s talking about.

Steve states at him for a second longer before blushing and scoffing. He turns his head away.

“What? Why?”

Connor shrugs.

“Just curious,” he doesn’t push his friend. He understands why he’d not want him to confirm his suspicions. Moments before deciding to leave, Connor continues to joke with Steve to try and make light of the night’s energy, “It might come in handy one day when you’re a world famous lawyer like your father and I need to see dirt for cash.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

Present

The second you could see light past your half open lids, you know something wasn’t right.

You felt terrified, nauseous, and most of all — afraid.

You were scared because you felt like you were alone, just like your parents were. Is this what their last moments were like?

Terrified not of death itself but that they were alone, without your sister and without you?

You’re thoughts of loneliness were quickly replaced by a pain in your stomach and in your head. You tried to open your eyes even more but they wouldn’t budge farther than they had already gotten.

You couldn’t contain your tears as you shook your head back and forth against your gurney.

You were alone.

“Where is he, Steve? , I need him, please. Please—why isn’t he here?”

Steve sits next to you and he shushes you as he rubs a hand over the top of your head, careful to avoid the fresh gauze on your forehead.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Where is he?” You whimpered with slurred words, your fear replacing your sense of loneliness almost immediately.

Five miles away.

With dark circles under his eyes and slightly unkept hair, Bucky sits in front of His ex wife Ashlyn, a look of calm and peace on his face.

He’s got his hands clasped in front of his face, warm tears flowing down his cheeks.

Her hands hold onto his elbows as her face is turned down towards the ground. If it weren’t for his hands, he knows his lips would touch the top of her head.

The emotions coursing through him were tough to put into words.

Just shortly ago, for the first time in many years, he’d finally had enough and had uttered the words to her: “Tell me everything.”

Next Chapter

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel #bucky x you #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #winter soldier

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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months

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What really happened in those episodes between Sam and Hallucifer that we arent privy too? What secrets is Sams subconscious devil saying to him?

God, I loveee to contemplate what hallucifer is up to in the episodes we don’t see him in.

I think I’ve talked before about how much I like him trying to use things that happen with Amy to drive a wedge between them, specifically hallucifer offering his sympathy when Dean punches Sam out in that episode. (One of these days I’ll finish that fic of hallucifer coaxing Sam into getting an icepack for the bruise Dean gave him, constantly reminding Sam how much it hurts by asking him “Is that better? Does it feel better now?” and casting doubt on Dean’s very recent proposal to help Sam tell the difference between reality and his hallucinations like “Well, he saw that pain works. I guess he took that lesson to heart.”) but also, the idea of Sam having this nagging feeling that Dean did not leave well enough alone with Amy personified into the devil on his shoulder bugging him into looking up deaths in the area after they left or reminding him how little Dean has ever trusted him. (And even better, how gleeful hallucifer would be when Sam finds out Dean did go behind his back. Any time that Dean pushes Sam away from him and towards Lucifer is 💋)

Or hallucifer post-Slash Fiction (Sidenote but goddd I want to know what leviathan!sam’s hallucifer was saying. was he grumpy it wasn’t the real Sam?) using that time Dean & Sam are separated to insinuate himself into Sam’s good graces. Who says Repo Man was the first time he helped out on a hunt? We only know it was the first time Sam responded to him, and we also know Sam was working hunts while separated from Dean. (Now, canon says that separation was a week and a half, but I say it should be longer for drama’s sake. Maybe a month of one-on-one Sam & Hallucifer time.)

Okay, okay, last one I swear, (and first of all, if you remember that comment Dean made in Season Seven, Time for a Wedding! about Sam camping by himself in the desert, you neeed to read this fic: outwardly respectable by sheepishlion. Sets the goddamn bar for hallucifer fic, I tell ya.) but anyway! Lucifer during the Becky episode! Specifically! Remember when she had Sam tied to a bed and gagged! He’s still hallucinating during that! I think Lucifer should sit on the bed with him and talk about how ‘maybe he should have just fed Sam love potion, if it’s that easy to get an I do out of him like that’ and lamenting that he would have made a prettier bride (especially with Sam as his dress wink wink) and overall getting way too close to Sam until Becky drugging him again almost seems like a relief <3 (love when Sam has to pick the best of two bad options. So fun for me and not for him at all.)

Other thoughts is Let Us Hear Him Singing, Cowards. We were robbed of Sam trying to sleep in the Impala, nearly getting there, eyes shut, and then Lucifer singing just a litttle too loud for him to fall asleep again. Doesn’t even have to scream the lyrics, Sam’s that wound up.

Lucifer singing Hey, Jude to Sam <3 and in doing so, keeping Sam from falling asleep <3

#kept this as pg as I possibly could for u anon <3 #I really think 90% of Sam & Hallucifer interactions shouldn’t have been flat out torture. they should have been subtle.#Luci just wants to talk. aren’t you lonely sam. aren’t you tired. your brother thinks you’re a nutcase and your mind is falling apart.#won’t you let the devil lend you a sympathetic ear. let him tell you how much he understands sam. let him lure you away from reality into #his false comfort <3 come on sam. be a sport about it.#spn #ask #sam winchester #hallucifer

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 8 months

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ik u never intended for this but in ur little peters jumping universes plot idea do u have any idea abt how does pete’s universe’s bucky react to there being ghost tours looking for him around nyc? if he goes back to nyc do people assume he’s a ghost? does he question how this rumor got started? what are the logistics of having a ghost tour to spot someone who’s literally a live human being with a job

it was actually intended in the sense that this exact matter was a plot point that I fully planned for in the fic but just didn’t mention in the post because i didn’t mention most of the plot points. It’s literally such a big fic. Y’all got maybe like 10% of it in extreme summary.

Context of things established earlier in the fic to make sense of how Pete’s Bucky is brought in:

Peter B’s Bucky and Steve are actually pretty established in Pete’s universe. They have no plans of leaving. Steve’s folks came over from Ireland on the boat and never fucking left and he doesn’t see why he can’t do the same with universes. They’re actually happier than ever here. They can get peace and heal and live the life they always wanted to before the war.

Peter B’s Steve is MCU!Sam Wilson’s biggest fan. He has a Twitter Stan account where he fights people on the internet over how amazing Sam is. He is the president of the Sam Wilson Captain America Fan Club. He just thinks he’s absolutely swell. He’s convinced Sam is the One True Captain America and is seriously considering finding the Sam from his home universe to pass the Captain America mantle onto him. As a note, Sam from Peter B’s universe is not involved in superhero shenanigans and is working at the VA having had no contact with the avengers ever. Steve’s genuinely planning what may as well be the plot of a wattpad self insert fanfic wherein living legend Captain America who went missing six months ago appears on your doorstep to tell you he thinks your amazing and pure of heart and needs you to bear his mantle. This is a terrible idea but it’s also a hilarious one so no one has told Steve to stop planning.

As mentioned in the last post, both just sort of got dumped in Matt’s apartment (he had the biggest apartment and also Matt was such a big idiot that it cut clean through Bucky’s hydra programming and violently activated his much deeper engrained The Fuck Did Steve Do Now instincts and he was more himself than ever when he was bitching Matt out for being a fucking moron. He can’t make him leave it’s basically therapy for him to stay with Matt he’s getting his memories back) and then refused to leave. Matt hates this deeply. Bucky won’t stop nagging him about his sleep schedule and Steve somehow keeps outdoing him in insanity. How the fuck do you outdo a blind vigilante who’s also an attorney who fights crime in an under armor tshirt. He appears to visibly hate them.

The thing is that Matt’s really in hell because Steve and Bucky live these horribly structured military lifestyles that are still somehow almost quaint and he’s trying to pull off sewer rat chic over here. He keeps finding them in his kitchen at 6am cooking big breakfasts so they can all get a good start to the day. Let him shuffle out the door with a granola bar and a broken rib like god intended.

Unfortunately he’s also the biggest slut in comics and he did sleep with both of them. This was a bad idea, like most of his ideas are. He’s horribly allergic to commitment (and in love with foggy) and did not think far enough ahead to realize that he can’t ghost two supersoldiers and strategic masterminds who are squatting in his apartment. Bucky hired himself to be Nelson, Murdock, & page’s secretary. He cannot fucking get rid of them and they keep asking him what they are.

So the thing is that, consistent with MCU’s take on the multiverse, there are some people who are identical to the other multiversal counterparts and some who look different. All of the Peters look different. Mr. Murdock is a slightly older version of Matt but is identical enough to pass as a twin. Peter P’s Matt (I forgot to mention he goes by “Red” here) looks similar but has red hair like in the comics and looks like the younger, angrier younger brother of the other Matts.

Peter B’s Steve is identical to Pete’s Steve except he dresses like a godless hipster. Peter B’s Bucky is also identical to Pete’s Bucky except he lost the other arm. They have made no efforts to disguise themselves.

Honestly the only reason why they have gotten away with this so far is because Steve Rogers is supposed to be dead and not a barista named Frodo and whenever anyone asks Bucky if he’s Bucky Barnes he takes off his glove and wiggles his flesh arm and says no, Bucky Barnes is missing an arm, they just look similar and no one ever asks to check the other arm. It keeps working when it shouldn’t.

Pete is referred to them both exclusively as Queens and they both adore him endlessly for reasons that have to do with how Bucky got free of hydra programming that would take way too long to summarize here. They just love that little guy and will punt someone over his continued safety.

Okay now for MCU!Bucky and Sam coming in:

The thing is the internet is full of really fucking stupid rumors and they don’t pay attention to most of them. Like, they’re busy people. They’re doing world saving stuff. Gossip rags and internet blogs will say anything. Last week some random site claimed that Sam was pregnant with Steve roger’s baby, which made zero sense. They briefly see it when Pete first starts perpetuating the rumor, think it’s just some random internet troll thing, and immediately forget it in favor of more important things.

Then the rumor grows and there’s ghost tours and someone asks them about it on the Tonight Show. Some people legitimately thought bucky was dead and he keeps having to correct them. This may be more serious than they thought.

The thing is that while "these are the ghosts of Captain America and Bucky Barnes, a man who is currently alive, haunting the streets of brooklyn" is obviously not what's going on, something is. there's absolutely two vigilantes operating in the area who are enhanced--and seem to be enhanced in a lot of the ways steve and bucky were/are.

The thing is that "this is an alternate universe version of myself who immigrated here and now works as a secretary in a law office by day and fights crime at night" is just not something that comes to mind when people wonder what's going on. It's just not. They're more concerned with impersonators/copycats. Even if it's all just a coincidence, there's two very enhanced vigilantes who popped up in Brooklyn who may end up being assets (or enemies) one day. They decide to go to the area and ask around.

The thing is that Peter B's Steve and Bucky are not subtle men, okay. They made zero efforts to disguise themselves. Bucky did not change his name. Steve changed his name to fucking Frodo, which is worse, because a good way to attract close attention of strangers is to tell them your name is fucking frodo. They're both highly active in community organizing also and outreach for veterans and do a lot of grassroots initiatives, so they're pretty well known in both hell's kitchen and brooklyn. So MCU!Bucky rolls up and immediately gets recognized, not as Bucky Barnes, the Winter Solider, but as Bucky Barnes, that nice man who looks hauntingly like The Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes and coincidentally has the exact same name but is not missing the arm.

Look okay its new york aliens fall from the fucking sky every tuesday now people have more important shit to handle than whether that nice dude who is highly active in a youth outreach program and who you can ask to walk you home at night is secretly a clone of bucky barnes who is dating a poorly disguised clone of steve rogers or whatever. it ain't their business. he's a nice guy they're leaving him be.

anyway it's stupidly fucking easy to find Bucky Barnes Who Has An Arm hanging out at the coffee shop of his boyfriend, Frodo the Barista, who only happens to look like a hipster Steve Rogers.

(Sam: excuse me, are you Bucky Barnes, from the Avengers?

Peter B's!Bucky, not even looking up from his phone: *takes off his glove with his teeth and waggles his fingers* nah man Bucky Barnes is missing his left arm. i just look like him.

Sam, not missing a beat: what about your right arm

Peter B's!Bucky, who never had this happen before: Ohno.exe

Frodo The Barista, turning around for the first time: I have an oat milk latte for Jessica

MCU!Bucky: :o :o :o)

Anyway they have to wait for the end of Steve's shift to answer any of their questions like "who are you people" and "what the hell do you think you're doing" and "why is Steve named fucking Frodo." it's a lot of bucky nervously sweating in his chair while MCU Sam and Bucky stare daggers at him.

They tell them everything, immediately, in full detail. Steve thinks Sam is the One True Captain America and is his biggest fucking fan. Sam cries a little.

Also Queens told them that this universe's Sam and Bucky were actually good dudes and weren't like, evil versions of Sam and Bucky. So they figure it's fine.

Peter B's Steve and Bucky's stance on the whole matter is that it's a nonissue. They're just planning on living their lives as they are. They don't see why anything needs to change. They're not going to get involved in this world's large scale conflicts--they're street level heroes in this world and not interested in being more, and also once the government gets involved that means that their entire deal with the Spider-Men and the Daredevils goes to shit. They trust Sam and Bucky to keep quiet on it. if MCU!Bucky and Sam want to pop by every now and then and hang out, they wouldn't mind. Steve's sort of a huge fan.

MCU!Sam and Bucky have been blue screening through the last fifteen minutes of this explanation. What the fuck is going on.

Peter B's Steve and Bucky basically invite them back to have dinner/meet Matt, who they understand to be a normal lawyer who is in a sort of polycule with multiverse hopping Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes? What the fuck is going on.

Of course they bring them back to an apartment and it's immediately apparent that it's Matt Murdock, that one blind attorney who everyone thought was daredevil for a bit until his twin brother Mike, who no one knew existed, showed up in his court hearing in a full red formal suit, flirted with multiple people including the judge, fought the court security team, and disappeared only to remain at large even today. what the fuck is going on.

(Steve: babe we're back we brought the guests we mentioned

matt, from the other room: THANK GOD TAKE THEM AND LEAVE

Bucky, who has long chalked this up to Matt's weird sense of humor and prickly personality, after all, why would he keep sleeping with them if he actually was trying to get rid of them: what do you think of pasta for dinner

matt: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT FINDING SOMEWHERE ELSE TO LIVE

Sam: what the fuck is going on.)

Honestly it's one of those things where they end up decide to let this go on without interference. They come by sometimes to visit, but not often. It hurts, kind of? Steve and Bucky are happy and together here in a way they never got to be in this universe. Steve's still there, and still alive, and he's honestly happier than Sam or Bucky ever saw their version of Steve? Sam only knew him after the ice, after he lost everything and got caught up in endless conflicts and political machinations and just basically became a soldier who never got to come home from the war. Bucky knew Steve in better times, but it was like. still the Great Depression and Steve was still a queer disabled person in a world that really fucking hated queer people and disabled people. It's always nice when they come to visit but they always kind of leave with a feeling of loss? It constantly reminds them of what they never got with their steve. They need time for the wound to heal before they can spend more time with them.

at one point Steve does in fact go through with his plan to track down his universe's Sam Wilson and bestow upon him The Mantle of Captain America and make him the main character of a Y/N fic and there's a very confused Sam Wilson running around with them as a sort of six months Captain America practical training course who gets coffee with MCU!Sam Wilson

#peter parker roommate au

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 16 days

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Damage Control - 2x05 Simon Said

Ellen sounded urgent on the phone, and Dean’s learned never to disregard her requests, so he puts his foot down on the Impala’s gas pedal and makes her eat asphalt. The rainy landscape swooshes past the windows, and Sam, worn out by his vision headaches and getting conked on the head, quickly dozes off in the passenger seat.

Dean, however, is wide awake. He can’t shake a feeling of deep-rooted unease. It’s fueled not only by Ellen’s ominous call, but also by his lingering dread about Sam. What had happened in Guthrie with Andy and his evil twin only confirms that something big is coming. Whatever the yellow-eyed demon set in motion is unfolding, Sam smack in the middle of it, and John Winchester’s final words ricochet in Dean’s head: “You have to save Sam. And if you can’t save him, you’ll have to kill him.”

Looking at Sammy’s snub-nosed profile, so innocent in his sleep, Dean cannot believe that his brother would ever turn evil. But they’d both seen what Andy’s twin brother had turned into, and how his psychic abilities had become lethal weapons that made him nearly unstoppable. How Andy himself would turn out after everything that had happened was still up in the air. And there had been that other psychic kid, Max, who’d killed himself.

So far, nothing good had come out of Sam’s and the others’ strange abilities, and although Dean trusts his brother, a nagging fear remains, along with the weight of keeping his father’s warning a secret. Dean’s almost bursting with it, but he’s afraid that, if he shared Dad’s final words with Sam now, his little brother would flip. No, this is his burden to carry, and his alone, no matter how much it drags him down.

With a sudden, choked snore, Sam jerks awake. Limbs askew, his hazel eyes land on Dean.

“You good, Miss Piggy?” Dean asks good-naturedly.

Sam wipes drool from his mouth and sits up straight. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… weird dream.”

Dean frowns. “Dream or vision?”

He’d really hoped this would stop once they left the case and Andy behind. Sam’s visions still freak him out.

“Dream. I think.”

“You think? Could you be a little more specific?” Dean doesn’t want to sound anxious, but he can’t quite help it.

“Dean…” Sam wipes sleep from his eyes. “I don’t exactly have a manual for this. I’m not-... I think it was just a dream. I don’t have a headache. I usually do. And Dad was in it, but he’s dead, so…” He shrugs. “Can’t have been a vision, right?”

Pursing his lips, Dean studies Sammy before he trains his eyes back on the road. The rain is still coming down hard, and the sky is dark and heavy with more.

“How’s that melon of yours, anyway?” Dean asks. “You up for grabbing some lunch? I’m hungry.”

Sam gingerly palpates the back of his head. A bruise runs down all the way to his neck. But he nods.

“Yeah, okay. I think I could eat.”

“No nausea?” The EMT had checked Sam for a concussion, but Dean wants to make sure.

“No, just a little sore. I’m fine.”

Once more, Dean searches his brother’s face for the typical Winchester bravado, but Sam’s neither pale nor sporting that lip-kneading nose scrunch that usually gives him away. He really does look fine, and it makes Dean’s heart feel a little lighter.

“Good! I saw a sign advertising some bistro thing coming up in the next town. I’m pretty sure they have some rabbit food for you.”

Sam arches an eyebrow. “No burger barn?”

“Only the best for you today, Vision Boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Freak of the Week?”

“No!”

“Mr. Mind Control?”

“Shut up!” Sam punches Dean’s upper arm, but a smirk mixes into his annoyance. Dean takes that as a win.

Sam squints through the sheets of rain sloshing down the windows. “Where are we, anyway?”

“Coming up on Salina.”

“Kansas?”

“No, the moon, dufus!” Dean side-eyes his brother. “You sure you don’t have a concussion?”

“Give me a minute to wake up, alright?” Sam grumbles back.

And there it is again: Dean’s fear. As happy as he is to be reunited with Sam, worrying about him seems to be all he’s doing lately. He’d forgotten about that, in the years without Sam. Had forgotten how it feels to be constantly afraid that something might happen to his little brother, to feel responsible and vigilant all the fucking time. That fear of failing to protect Sammy - even from the things that are beyond his control - it’s exhausting.

“And didn’t Ellen say we should hurry?” Sam frowns at Dean. “Maybe we should just get something quick to go and not waste any time.”

Sam’s remark is enough to let Dean’s pent-up fear bubble into anger.

“I’m hungry, okay?”, he says too loudly. “ ‘bout five minutes from getting hangry, in fact, and you don’t want that to happen. I need to pee. And I need a break before facing Ellen, whatever it is that has her so pissed off. It’s been a day, alright? I got my head screwed with, I almost lost my car, and I nearly shot myself with my own rifle. And you? You…” He flaps his hand at Sam, not finding words. “I think we deserve a goddamn lunch break.”

“Alright, alright!” Sam lifts his hands. “Whatever you need.”

Dean grunts, internally kicking himself. He knows his mood is all over the place. What Sam needs now is reassurance and not Dean’s temper flaring up. Maybe food will help.

Fifteen miles later, they roll up to a little restaurant with the Eiffel tower painted on a peeling sign above the door. It looks cozy from the outside and not too fancy or expensive. A look at the menu confirms it’s affordable, and they have a selection of salads for Sam and even a burger for Dean.

Seated at a small table by the window, waiting for their food, Sam gazes at the cloud-hung sky outside and then at Dean. “Do you think Andy will be alright?”

Dean sighs, fighting down a new surge of anger and worry.

“He’ll be fine, Sam. He’s not a bad guy. And he knows we’ll be back if he does something stupid.” He scrubs a hand across his face. He really needs a shave. “Look, can we just eat now?”

Sam shifts awkwardly in his chair. He’s radiating discomfort, insecurity in his eyes, but Dean can’t assuage it any further than he’s already tried. Things are what they are at the moment. Something’s coming, and they don’t know what. All they can do is keep their heads down and try not to freak out.

Their food arrives, and, hungry and grateful for the distraction, Dean digs in. Sam hesitates, apparently still needing to get something off his chest, but eventually he picks up his fork and starts eating as well.

Fifteen silent minutes later, they’re back on the road, and while Dean’s no longer hungry, his stomach is still in knots.

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