#fuck it do i canonize us a little verse where they did know each other in childhood

[mastcrmarksman]

@gammaragee ⸻ "You can't choose who you fall in love with."

❝ What if that person is you, Bruce? ❞

That's a loaded question as if he's been holding onto that for a while. As if it's been locked into the chamber, last bullet, and this was the perfect shot, the only shot. The guy kind of walked right into that one. Finally, this weight that he had been carrying around with him for so long has finally been allowed to lifted off.

The load is by no means gone entirely, but something that he's been able to grow around. It's something that he's dwelled on, that's followed him since the last time they were sat across from each other. Part of him woneders if that was good for him by any means. It's a little stone that's settled in his chest and he no longer has trouble with it being there.

The shape of it, the ache of it, was all too familiar to Clint. It was that feeling of when he was left alone, when suddenly there was an abscence that he wanted to run away from. Something he had run from, that followed him, and made a home. He's had long enough to brood on this, that the feeling has settled like dust.

Was it messed up that where his own peace had came from with the decision to agree, to help, to shoot Bruce Banner was resolving that he had to have; that he did do this out of love. That while the man was gone, had been dead, he realized that the scientist and him were alike more than different. The few and far talks they had when th man had just been man, they knew parts of each other's childhood that other's wouldn't. From memory, from their own stories.

Bruce's the one that had looked at him and said what other's didn't, because he knew, because he knew aabout his dad, about Jacques and Buck, and his brother. A fact of himself, he escapsed and ignored, even if right now he was wishing that he had met Bruce at a bar in the evening than a roadside diner in the afternoon. Clint pushes his fork around on the plate, he's not sad about this fact, about this reveal.

Do they really have time for this? No, but Clint's had a lot more time to think about this, think think about Bruce. ❝ I just thought you should know that I love ya, buddy. I... ❞ He's sorry it didn't work out, but then, ❝ So you know I was glad to do it. ❞ Not for the reasons he gave in court and he wasn't lying then either. he saw the green, saw the vision, saw the need to protect everyonr but every day in that jail celll, in his solitarie; he thought about Bruce Banner. His memories of him and the Hulk, of that moment.

When he hit the road with each twist of knife as people thanked him, his resolve only pushed towards torward this feeling for Banner. It's one he had before, already had been going (why else would he have kissed him). With him being dead and gone, only encouraged him to say it, to take every shot he had and this was that moment. You miss every shot you don't take.

❝ I've, uh, had time to think 'bout that. ❞ He picks up the cup of coffee to take a sip, Clint's not expecting Bruce to say anything. He'd sooner assume he'll get up and leave, or find himself looking down at the Hulk (who he really doesn't want to have this conversation with at the moment).

[son1c]

Can we know how the 10 verse ends? And your Prime AU? The end of the original was pretty….abrupt, and I love your AU’s!

lol the ending of 10verse is different from the show. it's revealed that originally, the different shatterspaces DID each have their own version of eggman... including the grim. but, the one in new yoke city fucked around and found out, and altered reality so that they all were focused in new yoke instead.

he didn't do this with the paradox prism, since there's only One paradox prism, and it's in the shatterspace with green hill.

originally, he was just trying to increase his own power, but he ended up accidentally tapping into the multiverse with his experiment. you know, typical eggman stuff. this experiment of his took place before new yoke city was properly established. back when the shatterspace was still green. it was only once all the eggmen were together in one place that they started their takeover.

(conveniently, this coincided with sonic breaking the paradox prism and the paradox prism shard appearing in their shatterspace. so they were able to take it and use it as a power source.)

there's still evidence of eggman existing in the other shatterspaces. little clues that lead up to this twist... such as the robot ""eggman"" existing in boscage maze.

the only shatterspace NOT impacted by new yoke eggman's experiment was, ironically, the one with green hill. so, the original/prime/canon eggman didn't get pulled into his little posse.

but anyways back to the point. part of the endgame is returning the eggmen back to their rightful shatterspaces, since their displacement was contributing to the destabilization of the universe. in fact, according to my lore, the paradox prism wouldn't have been able to be broken AT ALL if the new yoke eggman hadn't ALREADY weakened its structural integrity by bringing the other eggmen to him.

after all that's done though, and the prism is repaired, the prism just kind of disappears. like, it zapped off to a new hiding place. but things are still not as they once were. because once something has been broken, there will always be a little crack, a tiny space, from where the damage happened. so the void is a permanent feature in the universe now.

regardless, sonic and shadow's world isn't reset to back before sonic broke the prism. that's boring. instead, they've both been missing for a week and then suddenly reappear together. and they have a LOT of explaining to do...

[m-jelly]

Levi x reader canon verse where he is in the dining hall when reader walks in on a friends shoulder it can be like Jean or something and she is smashed. Like drunk and Levi is obviously like wtf happened and they explain that she had some drinks and we are just giggling and smiling and saying how pretty he is. He is obviously blushing and a flustered ness so he says he will take us to his or our room and as we’re walking we just start saying the most outta pocket things to him. Basically confessing our undying love for him and he is shocked and says we have to be lying so he waits till morning and we says it’s all true. So kinda like that aphrodisiac one you did reversed but with alcohol

@kenkopanda-art <3

Drunken confessions

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon AU, romance, fluff, confessions, becoming a couple, kissing, flustered Levi, fem Hange.

Concept: Hange and you have been out drinking for the night. You come back stumbling around and go to the main hall for food. You come across Levi. Hange explains between giggles what you'd been doing together. In your drunk state, you confess your feelings to Levi and fuss over him and compliment him. Levi takes you to bed and watches over you. The next morning Levi confronts you and you confess again.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @youre-ackermine @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

You stumbled down the scout halls with Hange at your side. You laughed as Hange tripped over her own feet. She stopped and hushed her feet. You snorted a laugh and grabbed her hand before you pulled her along down the hall.

You did a lot of research for Hange. You were basically her admin and helped her stay organised. Erwin brought you in because Hange would get lost in her work and Moblit was one step away from a heart attack. So, you worked hard and never went out to fight titans. You enjoyed your job and you enjoyed the company around you. You liked Levi a lot.

You shoved the main hall door open and watched Hange fall inside. You laughed at her as she stumbled to catch herself. She stood up and struck a pose. You clapped your hands and giggled as she kept posing.

"Tch, what in the fuck is going on?"

Hange turned to see Levi in a dark corner nursing a cup of tea. "Oh! It's shorty!"

Levi growled. "Shut up." He glanced at you and blushed. "Damn four eyes."

You gasped and stumbled into the room so you and Levi say each other fully. "Levi!"

Levi admired you in your cute dress. He mumbled your name and looked away. "You look nice." He cleared his throat. "You get drunk with this idiot?"

You skipped over and leaned on the table to show off your cleavage to him. "You are sooooo handsome!"

He cleared his throat. "M-Me?"

You nodded and giggled. "Yes." You let out a long sigh. "You're so cute too. I just want to hug you and kiss you!"

"K-Kiss?"

You leaned closer to him. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes. I want to look into them for the rest of my life."

He whined a little. "Y-You're drunk."

"Tipsy! And still aware of my desire for you." You climbed onto the table and sat in front of Levi. "You're just so wonderful."

Levi went bright red as you sat with your dress pulled up to mid-thigh right in front of his face. "I uh...thank you."

You slipped off the table and plopped yourself onto Levi's lap. "I just like you so much."

Levi felt his heart race in his chest as you sat on his lap and played with his hair. "Th-thank you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek. "I just want to take care of you, love you, adore you and give you all the kisses.

"That sounds perfect." He gazed at you to see you were falling asleep. "Hey, you're falling asleep on me."

You curled up a little and hummed. "Cause you're so soft, warm and cuddly."

Levi hesitated for a moment before hugging you back. "Do you really like me?"

You nodded. "I love you."

He smiled softly knowing his feelings for you were mutual. "Mm, cute brat." He looked over at Hange passed out on the table. "I'll leave her." He scooped you up and stood. "Come on you, let's get you into bed."

You whined. "I want to spend time with you! I want to give you kisses and cuddles and attention and love. Please don't put me to bed."

He walked down the hall in the candle-lit halls. He gazed down at you as you fought sleep. "You should sleep."

"No." You pouted a little. "I want to be with you."

"Tch, cute." He sighed. "Come on brat, you're tired. You'll make me worry."

"Don't worry. I worry about you. You push yourself too hard. I want you to take better care of yourself. I wish I could provide you with love and comfort, but you don't see me that way."

Levi smiled a little. "How about I tell you how I feel in the morning when you are sober."

"Okaaaaay."

Levi pushed his door open and carried you inside his office and into the back room where his bed was. He lay you down and pulled your shoes off. He tucked you under the covers. He changed into his bed things and decided he would join you. He lay next to you and sighed. He looked over at you and felt tiredness take over. He closed his eyes and soon drifted off into a sleep filled with nice dreams about you instead of nightmares.

Levi woke up before you to see you were clinging to him and he was holding you. He smiled softly and kissed your forehead making you hum in your sleep. He smiled at you as you slowly woke up. "Hungover?"

You moaned and rubbed your eyes. "No hangover, just pure embarrassment. I can't believe I was all over you last night. I'm so sorry."

Levi played with your hair. "Well, I'm sure how we are right now will hint to you how I feel about the things you said."

You frowned a little then started to realise what you were doing and where you were. "Are...are we in your bed?"

"Yes."

You whined and lowered your head. "Wow."

"So, did you mean what you said? Do you really feel that way?"

You looked Levi in the eyes and sighed. "I do. I've liked you for so long and then I fell in love with you. I meant everything I said last night." You sat up and ruffled your hair. "I understand if you don't feel the same way."

Levi sat up. "I feel the same."

"You do?"

He cupped your face and kissed you. "I do. I'm not very good with my words and I never told you because I don't think it's possible for someone to love me or like me, but I feel so deeply for you." He tapped his forehead against yours. "Can I keep you as mine? I promise to take care of you and love you for all our lives and beyond."

"Yes." You smiled softly and kissed him. You both softly laughed as you kept kissing each other. You lay in bed together and spent the day together.

[elvisabutler]

I just read your angst/jealous/drunk austin hc and imma need a fic like that when you’re not busy

oh anon. that was cute. i'm always busy with either my daughter, my job(s) or life in general. but also fics because i don't know when to stop. and this was from august. i'm so sorry. if you're still here. hi, this is one of three i started.

when will we get the time to be just friends

summary: a date goes well enough when you're broken up with austin. austin mildly ruins it by being drunk and calling you while being intensely jealous. the fact that he's in new york works to your advantage. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, whatever you wanna call it ) word count: 1799 warnings: you know the drill. daddy kink. talk of a break up. jealousy. austin is drunk, dove is sober. no use of the y/n. dom/sub relationship. character bleed issues. mildly unhealthy dynamics. choking during sex. possessiveness. p in v sex ( unprotected via condom, but dove has a birth control patch ) author's note: for real though i am so sorry anon about how long this has taken. i still have like two other fics i started for this prompt and will probably post. so. if you're still here by golly you'll get a small feast. this is not canon, but consider it an offshoot? a what if? based on this headcanon/blurb/crumb thing.

Consider you don’t block his number. Consider you just hang up the phone until five minutes later when you realize that for some ungodly reason you can’t stop thinking of what he said. He’s not wrong, you didn’t actually come with the guy you brought home and yes, you didn’t wear underwear with that dress, because it never really fit all that well when you did, it messed up the lines of the dress. 

You debate the merits of blocking his number as you stare at the phone because you know you should. You know that at this point the way you and Austin have been interacting with each other isn't healthy, that you two should have given each other a clean break. You two should have stopped talking to each other so that you could both- heal properly from Elvis and whatever you two had gotten wrapped into while filming. It's just that talking to Austin was easy, it's always been weirdly easy for you even from that first day. Of course that first day might have been more flirting than it was talking but all the time after and all the phone calls during quarantine and then the time spent as Austin and you, Daddy and Dove, and even Elvis and Priscilla- it was just easy to talk to him. You miss him, god help you but you miss his touch and miss his hand around your throat. Before you realize just what you're doing you end up shooting him a text asking where he's staying.

He's lucky you've lived in New York for almost all of your life so that his answer that would be mildly incoherent to others is translated easily and you realize- his hotel is very close to your apartment. You still catch an Uber though, unwilling to walk in the heels and dress that you're in. Besides the wait for the Uber allows you to dwell on what you're doing. Dwell on the fact that you think you're going up to his hotel room to confront him but you know perfectly well that's not what's going to happen. He was so goddamn belligerent over the phone that you're surprised he didn't call you a slut, didn't tell you that you were still his like he hadn't fucked Lily Rose and Olivia and all those girls on the Masters of the Air set. You held no claim over him because you had tossed it away and you were okay with that- except sometimes- nights like this you couldn't help but wonder what would have been. What could have been, it would have been you and him on the date you had just been on. This dress would be a pool of fabric at the foot of your bed and he'd be entering you softly at first before you told him you wanted it harder.

Before you realize it, you're already at his hotel room door and you don't even get a chance to knock on the door before he's opening it as if he sensed you were on the other side already. He's not- fully drunk, you think, just enough that his tongue is loosened and that he doesn't have half the hang ups he's developed while talking to you since the break up. His eyes rake over your form, taking in how the dress clings to your body in all the right places to have him letting out a low groan. The finally settle on your thigh, peeking through the slit of the dress and he growls, pulling you in by the hand and shutting the door behind you in a rush. You want to tell him that you both shouldn't be doing this- that you're only here because you want to give him a piece of your mind but then you feel his lips on your neck, feel the slight brush of stubble against your skin and you whimper. The guy you had gone on a date with was fine, he was nice and great but he wasn't Austin.

"Missed you. Missed seeing you look this fucking gorgeous." He mouths at your neck, nipping just slightly before giving you an actual bite. "Showing off your legs, Dove. You knew there were going to be cameras there, knew I'd see it."

"I didn't." You whisper quietly, your hands against your own wishes move to grab at his hair, yanking at the strands. "Didn't see the camera till they already took a pic."

That earns a snarl from Austin has his hands move to find the zipper to your dress, which he finds quicker than he has any right to with how much liquor you figure he's had. "So he didn't protect you. Let my Dove get her photo taken against her will. You know I would have made sure no one saw you like that if you didn't want it. Would have only let me and the staff see you like that."

It shouldn't make your toes curl, the way he threatens that he would have protected you. It should bother you that he's still this possessive over you like you both just left the Elvis set but- it does. Your toes curl in your heels and Austin notices how you're shivering under his touch as he starts to pull down your dress.

"Gonna fuck you. Need to fuck you." He mumbles, his hands moving to cup your bare breasts because of course this dress didn't allow you to wear any undergarments. That boy would have enjoyed you like this, like only he has the right to. Like only he should, even if you're not his girlfriend- his sub- his everything and more any more. "Need my Dove. Gonna make you feel good, forget about him. Make you miss me."

You figure that maybe Austin is just gone enough that he won't remember your next words and you're feeling every feeling you've been trying to work through in therapy just rush to the surface. "I already miss you. So much. Why do you think i keep talking to you?"

After all, that's all you'll allow yourself to have because anything else means you broke up with him for no reason, for no purpose. You're not supposed to have anything else. Just maybe Austin as a friend, as someone who knows every single thing about you, who you trusted to submit to and who- broke your heart maybe as much as you broke his.

Something about you saying that spurs something in him, has him making the dress pool at your feet and has him lifting you up against the wall as he fumbles with his pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to free his already aching cock. It looks angry and red and covered in precum, almost as if he'd been playing with it before you arrived, a notion that has you moaning against him as he lines himself up with your cunt. You shouldn't be wet, you shouldn't be aroused by the way he's so jealous but it's done something for you, it's reminded you that this is why you thought he was perfect. He wants to protect you, he wants only you, he wants you with a focus that is terrifying and yet so endearing.

The feel of his cock after so long takes your breath away, has you clawing at his back because he's not pulling any punches so why should you, his thrusts are messy and fast and hard and you love it while craving maybe a hint of softness that you don't dare ask for. He starts to slur words against you, a hand moving to your neck to choke you lightly, his voice sounding like a mix of Elvis and like the California boy that you never met and you likely never will even if he can shake this drawl.

"Shouldn't have let you leave me. Should have come straight here to get you back. Love you so much. Miss you so much. Miss your everything so goddamn much. Want you by my feet again. Want my collar on that neck of yours." He keeps moving, keeps having his hand tighten but not enough to worry you. "Still got the necklace. Still mine."

You shouldn't entertain this, you shouldn't but the words are making you want to sob and you don't want to, you bury the urge and just grab onto his wrist with one hand and tap once. Yes. You're still his. You're always going to be his no matter what because isn't that the joke, that you don't think even if you can detangle every last bit of you that was Priscilla and even if he can detangle every last bit of himself that was Elvis that you're not going to be his and he's not going to be yours.

Maybe it's because he had already been playing with himself before you came or maybe it's from the way your cunt clenches around him as he tightens his grip but you feel him cum and hear his groan as he does. Your heartbeat rushes in your ear from the lack of oxygen and yet you swear you hear him whispering your name. Not Dove, not Cilla. Your actual government name and somehow that does it for you. He doesn't even have to touch your clit before a small orgasm barrels through you. It's small but the release you feel from it scares you in its intensity. His hand leaves your neck and you take the opportunity to breathe, the opportunity to catch your breath from the lack of air and from just being around Austin after so long. Austin- you figure- is doing the same before you feel him trying to nuzzle at your neck. You feel him placing kisses on your jaw, they're messy but they're also softer than you think he has any right to do after what he said.

"Stay here tonight." He asks as he pulls out. The words are soft, almost like he doesn't want to say them but he needs to. Needs you to hear them. "Please."

Austin does not beg, that was always you. That's always how it's been. You beg and you ask and you get what you want. Austin asks and you give because he is giving you what you need. The question, the plea makes you open your eyes that you hadn't even realized had shut at some point to just look at him. You see his blue eyes mildly glassy but brimming with what you think are tears. You know what you should say, what you should do but you're selfish and young and you can't help your answer, simple and said with a nod. "Okay."

You leave before he wakes up.

[chenziee]

Chains meant to be broken

@lawluevents - Day 1: Soulmates/Loyalty @onepiece-bingo: Chains

Alternate summary: that one broken roof in Dressosa can fit so many fics...

I couldn't have possibly made this year's LawLu week fit into the It's the little things verse (repeated prompts and also too many canon scenes already covered there xD) so I had to ask myself, "How do I make this harder?" And then remembered my OP bingo card so here we are with day 1/square 1!

[ Read on AO3 | series ]

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To have a soulmate is a blessing, Law’s mother used to say. She always did so with a soft, knowing expression on her face while stroking Law’s arm, tracing his soulmark with gentle fingers.

Law used to believe her… but that romantic naivety soon burned away—leaving behind nothing but the growing white spots on his skin and a clock ticking, counting down the seconds of his remaining lifespan.

He didn’t believe anything after Flevance. He didn’t believe anything except destruction and he most certainly didn’t believe in some random person he had never met swooping in and making everything right just by the virtue of being his soulmate. That was something that happened only in fairy tales—stories of princes appearing before damsels in distress to save them, to give them a better life, fixing whatever fucked up mess there was in a matter of minutes with little effort. Law always thought it was stupid, even as a child; life never worked that way after all. No matter what kind of magic you used, shit would always happen. And in his life… 

Shit happened and then kept happening.

There was no magic.

There was no soulmate.

There was nothing left.

Nothing but Doflamingo and the hope to make Cora-san’s ambition come true.

By the age of 15, Law knew that even if he ever met his soulmate, it wouldn’t matter to him in the least. After all, what was a soulmate if not a chain meant to keep you from doing what you needed to do, to hold you in place and restrict your freedom.

Some days, Law had to laugh at the metaphor.

How ironic for his own soulmark to be a chain that covered his entire left arm, running from his wrist all the way to his shoulder like a snake trying to break him. Break him, just like the chain itself was broken—just like everything else in Law’s life.

That was how it was, and how it was supposed to be.

After all, everything Law did in his life after Minion Island was for one reason and one goal and he didn’t care how many things he broke along the way.

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Law was 26 years old and barely alive when he first realised what a broken chain stood for.

He had never bothered to think about it until that point; it didn’t matter to him—he thought it didn’t matter to him.

But then he found himself sitting on the roof of a half-broken house in what used to be the bustling heart of Dressrosa. His entire right arm was throbbing with white hot pain from where it had been severed and then sewn back on, the injury still fresh and bleeding and painful, but Law barely noticed it over the sounds of destruction around him—sounds of Doflamingo turning the entire town into strings, Straw Hat throwing his own, just as damaging punches right back at him, people screaming…

But all Law heard from it all, all he felt… was the chain around his heart creaking, its metallic links straining against each other as if Straw Hat himself had grabbed it and pulled, trying to rip the thing apart with bare hands.

And then…

Straw Hat tore down the Birdcage and with it, the chain finally broke as well.

And in that moment, Law understood.

“How stupid,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure if he meant the metaphorical chain Doflamingo had on his heart, the soulmark on his arm—how long has it been since he had called the thing that?—or if he meant himself.

He supposed it didn’t matter right then.

“Room.” It took a great deal of willpower to force his ability to work but he refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, making the Room grow as big as he could make it. “Shambles.”

A split second later, Straw Hat appeared on the roof next to Law. He looked terrible, covered in dirt and sweat and so much blood, but there was a smile on his lips as he snored softly, already dead to the world.

Law huffed to himself; how careless of him to fall asleep the second he had defeated Doflamingo. Was he so certain his crew had taken care of every single person who would still be out to kill him? Did he think someone would catch him? Or did he honestly think would be okay just crashing to the ground, even being a rubber man, and then just staying there like that?

With a sigh, Law closed his eyes. He could feel the exhaustion pulling him under too… But he at least refused to sleep until he was sure it was safe.

“Torao?”

Law’s eyes snapped open as he startled at the weak call of his name. He blinked, turning to look at Straw Hat to meet his half-lidded eyes and lazy grin that only widened the longer Law looked at him.

“I knew you’d catch me. Thanks,” Straw Hat said in a voice so quiet it was barely audible.

“Don’t be stupid. You think I’m that loyal to you after meeting again yesterday?” Law retorted. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to defend himself when all the evidence was so painfully obviously against him.

Straw Hat snickered at his words but didn’t argue. He only gazed up at Law, something so incredibly soft in his eyes that it almost hurt and Law wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to face it. 

But… considering who he was dealing with…

Law wasn’t sure if he would even have a fucking choice.

He barely knew Straw Hat but he already knew all too well how goddamned stubborn this man was.

“Our soulmarks finally make sense together, don’t they?”

Stubborn, perceptive, and completely fucking shameless.

Of course he had noticed. Of course he had figured it out way before Law did. And of fucking course he just had to toss it in Law’s face without any regard for the situation or their surroundings.

“Shut up, Straw Hat-ya. Go to sleep,” Law growled instead of acknowledging what Straw Hat had said.

Before Straw Hat could so much as giggle at Law’s admittedly pointless defiance, a shout came from somewhere close to them.

“LUCY!!” 

Law jumped, having almost forgotten about the two women who were on the roof with them. Clicking his tongue, Law turned away, not about to watch as the young kid in skimpy armour sobbed over Straw Hat, thanking him over and over and over again.

How annoying.

Did she have to move Straw Hat just put his head in her lap in the first place? He was injured for fuck’s sake. Just let him rest and have a doctor look him over and give him treatment…

Although, well… Law didn’t have any room to talk. He himself hadn’t done much in that department and he was the doctor here. But he was just so tired. It was okay to sleep now, right? It didn’t seem like anyone was coming after them anymore; if they were, he probably would have noticed their presence by now. It was fine. Probably. 

Hopefully. 

And if not, well—then they were fucked because Law couldn’t fight the pull any longer, exhaustion and blood loss working hand in hand to drag him under.

Law didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore—not the sleep and not the way the broken chain on his arm burned from having found its missing link. The link that broke it and set Law free.

Law was going to sleep now and then…

Then they could see where the ocean took them.

[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Agent Ortega

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Agent Ortega x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.8k Notable Tags: Running Away, New Lives, SFW, Reader is a Whore, Sorry, Soft Ortega, Caring Ortega, Obscene Levels of Fluff, Forbidden Romance, Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Relationships, Reference to Drinking, References to Prostitution.

And last, but certainly not least, is our Pinkerton! Unlike Jack, Agent Ortega is a genuine cowboy (sorry, honey, but he’s a freaking Pinkerton!). And while his appearance in the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe was brief (i.e. a single pilot episode of The Sixth Gun), you best believe this author still managed to take a liking to him (and who is shocked?).

I’ve made it my own head canon that there is a link between Ortega and Jack before, but for now let’s go back to the basics! This one-shot will be based on the limited information we know, plus a bit of fan-canon!

Happy valentine’s, my lovelies, however it is you choose to spend it!

A/N: I was unsure about Ortega’s timeline and Valentine’s Day being something to mention, but I found in my research that by the 1850’s it was popular to send what we now know as Valentine’s cards! In 1856, the following was published to the New York Times;

"Our beaux and belles are satisfied with a few miserable lines, neatly written upon fine paper, or else they purchase a printed Valentine with verses ready-made, some of which are costly, and many of which are cheap and indecent.

"In any case, whether decent or indecent, they only please the silly and give the vicious an opportunity to develop their propensities, and place them, anonymously, before the comparatively virtuous. The custom with us has no useful feature, and the sooner it is abolished the better."

I just found it rather amusing, so thought I’d share with y’all!

Now, where were we? Ah, yes; off to Brimstone!

February 14th, 1889

Ortega opened the doors to The Silver Palace, Brimstone, hoping to find you here before it was too late. He didn’t approve of you working in a place like this, but times were tough out here in the West, and he could hardly fault you for doing what you had to in order to survive. That still didn’t mean he liked the thought of others having their way with you in exchange for a few measly cents. His job meant that he knew, intimately, the lives of the people in this town. And what he did know about the men and women who came your way was that they were often more of the unsavoury nature.

He wanted to protect you so badly, even though you were fiercely independent and insisted you didn’t need his help. That had always been your dynamic, though. He would pay you for your time, not your body, and somewhere along the way you’d gone and fallen in love. Your boss would forbid you from ever seeing Ortega again if they knew that the two of you were involved with each other beyond an exchange of services, so you kept things quiet.

But tonight, of all nights, he wanted to get to you first.

And, if this went to plan, you’d never have to work at The Silver Palace again.

He scanned the sea of faces that met him as he entered the establishment, eyes desperately searching for yours to meet his. A panic began to rise in his chest, a tightness, a despair, as for a moment he was met with nothing but vacant expressions from other patrons. People who were probably waiting around for someone like you to become available, so for ten minutes they could forget about their woeful existence and treat you like an object just so that they could feel like that had an ounce of power in this world.

But Ortega did have power. And tonight, he was using it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, sucking in his lip and biting down a little too hard as he searched for you, pushing past others who were drunk out of their own minds on moonshine, and other alcohol likely not made legally. Prohibition can get them later, he thought as he traversed through the crowd.

And then, cowering in the corner, there you sat. Surrounded by men and women, various hands trying to take off some of your clothing. One man pulled at the collar of your shirt while another undid your belt buckle. A woman sat on one of the men’s laps kept pouring you drinks, clearly hoping you’d sip enough that you’d lose all inhibitions and just let them have their way.

You looked terrified.

Ortega knew that it wouldn’t work simply asking you to go to a private room with him right now; he would have to either force these people off you or pull out the big guns to assert some form of authority. Fortunately, he came prepared.

“Excuse me?” he said, approaching the table entirely. Behind the fright in your eyes was a slight twinkle, like a glimmer of hope had found its way to the front of your mind, allowing you for a second to believe you were going to be okay.

“Yes, sir?” you spoke, timid as anything, even though you knew you were safe now with Ortega around.

“I hate to impose on such a…beautiful moment between y’all, but you, flower, owe me,” he said, voice dropping slightly so he appeared like a disgruntled customer. It was something the two of you had agreed he could do, especially if he ever found you in a situation that was difficult to get out of. There was nothing that would ruin the party quite like a patron who didn’t think they’d had their fill, and Ortega would use the act whenever he needed you out of a situation as quickly as possible.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, but as you can see I’m a little busy right now,” you said, playing your part as always.

“I thought you might say that,” Ortega began, before reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small brown leather bag, dropping it to the table. The sound of clattering metal could be heard from inside the bag, indicating it was clearly filled to the brim with money. The eyes of everyone at the table widened, your own included.

“Brought you a little something so you might…prioritise me?” he said, then turned to the men and women sat around you, “I’m sure y’all can understand?”.

The people surrounding you scoffed, shaking their heads before finally getting their hands off you. Ortega smiled at you, reaching his hand out for you to take. Grasping it softly, you allowed him to tug you out from the booth, maintaining the act he had to put on.

“Take your coins, whore, and let’s be having you,” he sneered, and you had to fight back a slight chuckle. Ortega was never anything other than a gentleman with you, and even though your relationship had become physical recently, it was oh so more special in that you actually cared for one another. You grabbed the brown bag with your free hand and nodded at him, then let him tug you along by the hand to one of the private rooms in the back of the building.

He shoved open the door with his hand and dragged you inside. Him letting go of your hand sent you spinning slightly, and as you stabilised yourself he closed the door behind him, bolting it shut. You both breathed out a sigh of relief once the door was closed, and now it was just the two of you together within these four walls.

“I’m sorry, flower, I really do hate doin’ that,” he said, dashing over to you and grabbing you by the waist. “But I hate others being on ya’ even more,” he whispered, before planting a tender kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back fiercely, your hands grasping at his jacket and bunching the material in your fists as your whole body relaxed into his arms. It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d last been able to see each other, but every moment without him by your side was agonisingly painful. There was nobody you wanted in this world except for him – your very own Pinkerton.

“I missed you,” you said softly against his lips, there barely being any space between the two of you to talk. The rim of his bowler hat brushed against your forehead, and you could feel every metal buckle and button that was on his clothing. But after being apart, you couldn’t get closer if you tried.

“I missed you too, my flower,” he said, kissing your cheek as he slipped his arms around you for a tight embrace. “But you don’t gotta miss me no more. I’m taking you out of here,” he said.

You pulled back slightly from your hug to look deep into his coffee coloured eyes. He had a look of sincerity that you’d never before seen, so stern and serious that it borderline scared you. You whispered his name, his real name, while caressing his cheek.

“What are you tryna say?” you asked, speaking quietly so not to alert others in nearby rooms of whatever he was about to say. He smiled at you lovingly, his face softening under the hold of your delicate hands.

“I’m bein’ transferred, flower. I’ll be outta here by morning. And I’m taking you with me,” he said. He slid his hand to cover yours, grasping your fingers softly, and moving to kiss the palm of your hand. His eyes never left yours as he did, wanting to gauge your reaction.

“I- I can’t just leave. Honey, they’ll kill me if they catch me sneaking off. You know they got me bound under that damn contract,” you said, that familiar feeling of being trapped rising. There was nothing more that you wanted to do than to run away and leave Brimstone behind, but you’d heard horrors of other men and women before you trying just that, and paying the price.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “But we gotta try, doll. If we don’t then I-,” he sniffled, “then I’ll never see you again,”.

“Ortega…you’d be risking everything. And all for me? A prost-,” you began, but he cut you off.

“No, stop!” he said, eyes watery and pleading, “Don’t call yourself that. You’re so much more, flower. I don’t wanna ever hear you call yourself that again, you understand? I’m freeing you from this Hell,” he said.

You nodded slowly, allowing your lips to gently slip across his, planting a soft kiss there. You breathed the same air as him for a moment, just standing in silence.

“Alright. I won’t say it. But tell me this, love, how are we getting out of here?” you asked. Ortega smiled, a slight grin even, and that mischevious glint in his eye returned.

“I got Agent Mercer outside waiting with a wagon filled with everything we’ll ever need, sweet thing. I hope ya don’t mind, but I also had him pick the lock on your place earlier, and anything valuable he’s packed up for us,” he said. “Darlin’, he’s outside this building now. All we gotta do is slip outta this window and run like Hell.”

Ortega explained every plan like he had a handle on everything, but in a way that was comforting. Right now you wanted to feel like someone did know what they were doing, even if the plan was just to run for your fucking lives. But Ortega trusted Mercer, and if he’d got him on board with the plan then you at least hoped that enough preparations had been made to make this a clean getaway.

Without realising it, you were already nodding along with his plan. Ortega grinned and scooped you up into his arms, lifting you into a hug and spinning you round for a second. You laughed, clinging to his body, and then let him put you down.

“Okay, well, if Mercer already has my valuables then there ain’t nothing in that dump of an apartment I care an iota about. I just need a cloak, and we’re out of here,” you said, heading over to the closet of the room he’d chosen. Normally the two of you went upstairs to a room you often frequented with other patrons, and as such had more clothes of your own in there, but today he’d chosen a ground floor room. Now it made sense why…

“You find something, flower, and I’ll get this window cracked open!” he said, dashing over to the weakest looking frame. The windows weren’t huge, but if he could pop the glass out the frame then you’d both be well on your way.

While he worked away, fiddling with the wooden frame with a couple of tools he’d stashed in his jacket pocket, you opened up the closet. A man’s black woollen shawl was hung up; not yours, you noticed, but it would certainly do you well in the cold weather you’d be travelling in. Ortega hadn’t said where you were going, truthfully you didn’t care, so long as it wasn’t here. But you felt it better safe than sorry, and threw the shawl on for some extra warmth.

With the shawl on, you quickly went through the other drawers. You knew you were basically helping yourself to other people’s possessions, but as you had no plans to ever return, you figured one act of selfishness to get away from a life of selling yourself for next to nothing was the least you were owed. Grabbing a small satchel, you filled it with extra supplies; underwear, predominantly, but also a small handgun that was tucked away in the bottom drawer (something that was stashed in each of the private rooms – just in case).

“How’s that window coming on?” you asked, turning round to see Ortega skilfully just about to set down the glass panel inside the building so not to create noise.

“She’s come along a treat, flower,” he said, setting the glass down and then looking up at you, “Now come on! Grab that money, and let’s go!” he said.

You did as he asked, throwing the satchel over your body and stashing the brown bag of coins he’d given you on the belt of your clothing, securing it in place. You took Ortega’s hand and let him pull you through the window once he’d dropped outside, and then you made a break for it. It would surely not be long before your boss noticed your prolonged absence, given that Ortega didn’t pay them for use of that room all night like he usually did. So, you booked it.

Hand in hand, the two of you barrelled away from The Silver Palace, heading out towards the edge of town where Mercer would be waiting for you. The night was beginning to set in, and with not many gas lamps erected yet there was very limited light. A few homes gave a slight glow out onto the street, but aside from that you both ran together in the dark. Darkness that, eventually, gave way to a few lamps aside a carriage.

It felt like all your birthdays came at once as soon as your eyes lay upon the wagon, two horses at the head of it, readily strung up. Mercer was waiting next to it, fastening down the last of a white sheet which covered all the belongings he’d packed in for you both.

Blood rushed around your body as your heart struggled to keep up with the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins. Ortega kept on dragging you with him, not wanting to risk anything going wrong.

“Ortega! You made it!” Mercer said once you were finally packed up. He tipped his hat towards you as the two of you stood and collected your breath.

“Is it all ready to go?” Ortega asked, and Mercer nodded.

“Yes, sir. All packed up and ready to go. Here, take this,” he said, pulling out a sheet of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, “It’s a map to where your new place is. Your new lives,” he said, smiling over at you.

“Mercer, we can’t ever thank you enough,” Ortega said, “I wish you well, my friend”.

“Take care of yourself, agent. You too,” Mercer said, tipping his hat towards you.

“Come on, flower, let’s go,” he said, hopping onto one of the horses before reaching down to give you a hand up onto the other. You took his hand and let him help pull you up, before swinging your leg over onto the saddle.

“Alright, you settled?” he asked, and you nodded as you grabbed the reigns.

“Yes, my love. Shall we?” you said.

“Yes,” Ortega grinned, then chuckled, “Oh, flower?” he asked.

“What is it, honey?”.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you and Ortega set off, carriage in tow, and rode into the night towards your new lives.

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LadyBess xox

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I'm rewatching Pit Babe to write a fic and I'll try not to make it everyone's problem

I'm just gonna keep updating this post when I get the urge to share instead of making a million posts

Look at Way glaring daggers at Charlie when he compliments Babe after the bet with Winner 🤣🤣

Going from watching Benz being sweet and emotional during Boy's Journey to beating the shit out of Pooh is giving me a bit of whiplash. Clearly hes a good actor though lol

More glares. If they fuck in the car in Way's garage I can just picture the salty annoyance

Damn Nut is such a good actor. I'm rewatching specifically for him basically so I'm noticing all the little things. When Babe is in the hospital and starts to realize he lots his powers, Way notices and hesitates to leave with Alan... though he does cuz Charlie is there.

Ya know Way gets hate for kissing Babe while he has him under his control (and yes it's implied he was going to do more but he never actually did and we don't know he would have gone through with it) BUT Charlie also gives Babe a sponge bath while he's "asleep" after Babe as explicitly told him to stay away. That seems as bad or worse than a kiss. Both should count as sexual assault at least even if you don't say one was worse or not. But Charlie gets forgiven and Way gets crucified (almost literally in that he has to die to make up for it while Charlie the fucking stalker floats of to his happily ever after)

Okay I was feeling a little disappointed that everyone is so keen on Kim/Kenta and Pete/Way but like... come on

Ignoring the knife they look like they are about to make out! And we know they kissed as teenagers. There was no where near this level of sexual tension when Kenta had the knife to Kim's throat just saying. Like I get that Garfield and Benz are "paired" but ... they should have thought of that before doing this casting.

(Complete side note but I don't remember thinking Kenta/Garfield was hot on my first watch but my love for Kenta has grown and I guess so to has my attraction.)

So in this nobody cares post I'm going to point out:

This is Way giving Babe water. Someone on youtube made an edit showing all the times Way gives him alcohol and Charlie gives him food or water or takes the alcohol away. Thus implying that Charlie is better than Way.

It doesn't bother me that people point out issues with Way. He definitely has them. In fact that video made me think about this and notice this small gesture. But it irks me to no end that people do it by saying Charlie is so much better when he just fucking isn't. He is also a manipulative liar that SAs Babe. It's just played off cuter so people ignore it.

AAAHHHHHGHGHGHGH Charlie is such a manipulative little bitch! Jebus You'd think Way would be the manipulative one but Charlie is such a fucked child using his kicked puppy pouty face whenever he doesn't get his way and this if he doesn't just completely ignore what's being said and does whatever the fuck he wants.

Like listen, your fuck buddy not quite boyfriend is giving you a car after having known each other for a grand total of like at best 9 days or something. And you pick a car, fully knowing the importance of a car as the first one he won in, and get told no and immediately pout like a goddamn child. Instead of the normal reaction of like, oh yeah okay that's fair there are a bunch of other cars here. I wouldn't want to take something with such huge sentimental value when we barely know each other.

Charlie and Way are canonically (in the show i don't know about the novel) nearly equally shitty to Babe but Way is the bad guy and Charlie is a fucking saint. This will never not irritate the crap out of me.

I love Nut because this is the face Way made when Babe asked if Way was there to find a hook up. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Not so much Babe

Thought: if you had no idea what omegaverse was and you watched pit babe... you would still have no idea what omega verse is. Like watching the show and then reading some like real mpreg knotting/slick/heat/mating bites type smut... they do not feel like the same thing. And like I get that it's for like actual TV so probably why tamer but... it feels like the bromance of abo. Like yeah there's a hint of it but it's not explicit about it. The only part that gets explicit is that Way can get Babe pregnant but even that isn't 100% clear? It refrences Babe’s kid, not necessarily Babe getting pregnant? I though Way was an Omega and hed be the one pregnant for the longest time and enigma was just a translation thing. Which is mpreg yes but still kinda fades into the background of the general just vaguely Sci fi feel? Maybe this is the geologist meme thing though.

Worth noting and I should get screen shots. But I can see where people say Way uses his powers on Babe earlier.

Anyway second thought. I'm gonna need to block the tag when season 2 comes out. I suspect everyone cooing over Charlie and shitting on Way will drive me up a wall. And make me not enjoy the show. I suspect from the old posts that are showing up in the tag on my dash that I'd have hated the show as much as I hate kp if it'd watched it as it aired.

It seems like Garfield and Benz are paired up (along with Nut and Ping) but in Pit Babe they make Kenta and Pete more of a thing. Way Pete is kinda hinted at but Kenta and Pete actually kiss. And Kim feels like he should be with North and Sonic of something.

Watching Boy's Journey sometimes I try to consider how I would have cast them if it were up to me.

Pavel IS Babe that's no question. And Nut is sooo good as Way and apparently has personal experience with the whole unrequited love thing. The only real options for Alan are Sai and Ping and I think Sai suits Alan better. Also Micheal and North are like the same person. I dunno if they rewrote that character to be like that or what.

After much deliberation I think I'd also leave Benz, Topten and Pon as Kim, Sonic and Jeff. But I'm shuffling Ping, Pop, Garfield and Lee. My reasoning is... Kenta and Pete should be an established pair and Dean and Winner should be paired with Kim and Way because all four never really pair up in the show. (Though I ship Kim with North and Sonic and SO MUCH way with Babe and Charlie.) So that means Ping and Garfield as Winner and Dean respectively. Which leaves Pop and Lee as Kenta and Pete and it could really go either way, though I lean more toward Lee as Kenta and Pop as Pete.

Though this is assuming the ship have the stay the same. If I were pairing them up from scratch... I dunno I have to watch more Boy's Journey.

[handicappedbuenchico]

⚖️/💚 (blog idea stuck in limbo/blog idea you're developing?)

⚖️ - Something stuck in limbo

How Carlos and Spencer became Freddy's little helpers to begin with. This explanation has changed so much over the many years I've thought about it, and yes, I said years. At one point when I was in middle school, the explanation was that Carlos and Spencer just didn't want to leave Freddy's domain after Freddy was defeated, and Freddy just had to learn to live in the dream world with these two teenage boys who were also his dead victims and both boys just straight up became like sons to Freddy (v OOC for the resident dream demon I am very aware, but I was in middle school what did you expect?) After I decided to rejoin Tumblr for something else besides being a cringy teenager, the reason then became Carlos and Spencer thought there was no point in moving on to the other side because Freddy erased them from reality and everyone's memories (yes this was actually a canon event that happened, however the only ones that weren't affected were Doc, Maggie, and Tracy for mostly unexplained reasons, with the exception of Doc being able to control his dreams) so they decided to join Freddy instead and verse shenanigans ensue. HOWEVER, once I rewatched the scene where Freddy was killed and saw that it was the three DREAM DEMONS (yes Freddy's powers canonically come from three dream demons. Don't question it for too long or your head will hurt) that came out of Freddy and not Carlos, Spencer, and or John's souls, I then thought I had a perfect explanation that would totally actually explain my absolute madwoman nonsense of a verse. The explanation I came up with after that was that Freddy is still holding Carlos and Spencer's souls captive, and that Freddy forced their souls to merge with a dream demon each to make an unholy fusion of Carlos and Spencer and two of the three dream demons. This idea, like most of my ideas because God forbid I have a single idea that is coherent and makes sense to anyone beyond me, falls apart when you try to apply any kind of logic to it. Which leads me to right now in the current moment. Right now, my brain is debating on whether to just give up on trying to explain this batshit concoction of a verse which hinged on some even more batshit crazy lore and backstory OR whether to run with a more recent idea of an explanation. That explanation being the classic "this isn't the original version of Character X, but an imitation/reincarnation/someone disguised as them/etc." which has two of the three dream demons taking the form of Carlos and Spencer because their deaths essentially gave them a way to be in physical form again. This in turn could bring the original Carlos and Spencer back in the form of their souls to try and get rid of the dream demons using their visage to do their demonic acts (and maybe the demons have a piece of Carlos and Spencer's souls which they're trying to get back? idk all that yet). The reason this is all stuck in limbo is because I have some threads that are actively using the second explanation's train of thought as the base lore, and it would feel weird to have other threads using the later explanations, ya know?

💚 - Something you're developing

Carlos's backstory if I'm being fucking for real here lmfao. Like I watched the movie again and I forgot just how little of a backstory everyone got. Like I am doing so much heavy lifting with the inferences and headcanons and personal fanon for Carlos that I legitimately forgot how empty and bare bones his canon character is. I'm 110% sure everything you all know about my Carlos is purely from my own headcanons and fanon, with about maybe 5% of canon sprinkled in. NGL Spencer in is purely canon form gave me more to work with than Carlos did in his. EVEN THE SHOOTING SCRIPT GAVE ME NOTHING FOR CARLOS????? How the actual FUCK is Carlos the second most neglected character in terms of depth and backstory and personality, with the first being John Doe for obvious reasons, in this film????? Sorry, not the point. I didn't mean to go on a mini rant, but I really just thought about that like??? Absolutely bullshit, and I WISH I could even remotely articulate my words good enough to flesh out MY version of his backstory, because this good boy absolutely DESERVES it.

[salaciousdoll]

Can love be brought back or did it leave in the first place?

Part 1

Ladies, never take the man back after he cheats, don’t be like y/n. I wasn’t planning on making a part two to my Toji fic, but my readers wanted it, so I did.

MDNI 18+ only

Enjoy:)

Warnings: Gojo and Geto in a non-canon verse( still best friends just teachers), Yuji and sukuna are brothers, Megumi and Nobra Appearance fluff/Angst/Smut, dacryphilia, Mating press, riding, fingering, impact play( ass groping, pussy slapping), and many more.

You went on a couple of dates and had three relationships in the last ten years, it has been amazing for you really.

Your phone rang and you picked up, “ Gojo, how may I help you today?”

“ You can start by opening this door for me, please.”, Gojo says into the phone. You could tell his ass was smirking after he said it.

“ No.”, You deadpanned, making him frown.

Gojo whined, “ Why not?”

“ Because you and Geto like to eat up my food, you’re five years younger than me and act like children. It’s annoying.”, You say moving around in the kitchen with the phone in between your neck and shoulder.

Geto smirked before banging on your front door, “ Y/NNN, why are you being weird to us? I thought you loved us?”

You didn’t know if he was yelling to the door or to the phone as you answered, “ I do love you guys, I practically raised yall, but I’m doing something right now and I don’t need you two in my way.”

You started slicing up the stake into pieces before hearing the lock turn, “ Fuck me, I forgot the key was under the plant.”

“ Hello gorgeous, mmm smells yummy in here, what cha’ cooking?”, Gojo says while Geto hugged and kissed you on the forehead before going to the fridge.

“ You see what I'm cooking Gojo, so why ask?”, you ask, looking at him.

“ You made some for my student too? They should be here in-”, Gojo says before the doorbell ringed.

“ I’m going to skin your paper ass alive, do you understand me?”, You say holding the knife, making Gojo shudder before getting the door.

You turned around and saw Geto drinking your favorite juice, “ Gimme that.”

You snatched it out his mouth making him choke and cough loudly, which caused you to laugh, “ I bet you won’t touch my shit no more.”

“ I will, just let me get my breath back.”, Geto says before reaching for the refrigerator handle, only to get his hand smacked by you.

“ Hey Auntie Y/N, it smells good in here.”, Yuji says, walking in and taking his jacket off before washing his hands.

“ Hey, Yu, where's your older brother?”, you ask before feeling Nobra kiss you on the cheek, whispering the same thing Yuji said.

“ Old woman, I’m right here.”, Sukuna says, making you throw a piece of tomato at him.

“ Don’t play with me, I ain’t that old.”, You say before smacking Gojo’s reaching hand that was going to go in your food back down to his side.

“ I’ll help you cook if you want me to, Y/N?”, Megumi says, making you smile.

“ Aww thank you megs, you can help cut up the lettuce and onions.”, You say before reaching back to grab geto shirt because he was reaching for your wine now.

“ Nuh uh, not today, not ever. Get your grubby little hands off that.”, You say before taking the bottle out his hands.

“ Do she make you thirsty or some?”, You asked Geto, who was walking over to sit next to Gojo.

“ No, she just isn’t talking to me any more and plus you have the good drinks and I don’t feel like going grocery shopping for me and Gojo here. He eats too much.”, Geto says.

“ Auntie Y/N, who gave you this?”, Nobra says, holding up a necklace.

You looked at her before walking over to Nobra and taking it out of her hands, “ Nobody, N.B.”

Geto and Gojo looked at each other already knowing who gave it to you.

“ You know what, why don’t we watch movies while her and Megumi continue preparing the dinner.”, Geto says, changing the tension after your actions.

Sukuna was too busy texting his girlfriends to even comprehend what geto said before Yuji slapped him in the back of the head.

Sukuna rubbed his head where Yuji hit him at, “ Aw, what the fuc-”

“ You do know I’m 19 right?”, Sukuna asks you.

You shrugged, “ You’re not cussing in my house.”

You raised your eyebrow and that shut him up before he stood up glaring at Yuji and walking to the living room with him.

You could hear them muttering insults and taunts at one another until they walked further and were nowhere in sight.

You looked over at Megumi and watched him before turning back to cooking.

You thought he looked like Toji but nah, this couldn’t be their secret love-child. He was so sweet, innocent, and light hearted, opposite of Toji Fushiguro or Zenin, whatever the fuck the man calls himself.

“ Hey Megs, what’s your last name, you never told me your last name?”, You asked curiously.

Megumi stopped cutting the lettuce before clearing his throat, “ I thought you already knew that.”

“ No, the only reason I’m asking now is because you look so much like someone I used to know.”

Megumi stopped completely and turned towards you, “ It’s F-”

The doorbell interrupted him, you tilted your head to the door, “ Go get that please, I know the lazy squad isn’t going to get it.”

He nodded before walking off to get the door only to find the one person he had an argument with today.

“ What are you doing here dad? How did you even find me?”, Megumi asks in a whisper.

“ I can’t talk to my son before I go to work? We need to talk about the college you need to go to, in order for us to get money.”, Toji says in a hushed tone.

“ Yeah, that’s all you care about right, the money not the statistics or whether they have my major or not? And besides I’m 15 going on 16 in a week, why are you talking to me about this now?”, Megumi questioned.

Toji sighed, “Look, why don’t we go home and talk about this and whose house is this anyways?”,

“ Don’t worry about it dad, why not talk about it here since you came all this way.”, Megumi says, crossing his arms.

Toji put his slender, thick fingers into his hair in irritation, “ Look, I didn’t want to tell you like this, but my job is requiring that I go to the Philippines for three years, so that’s why I want you to get a full time scholarship at the college, so that you could take care of yourself after those three years.”

Megumi rubbed his hand over his face, “ Why are you talking like you’re not coming back at all?”

“ Because I’m in tr-”, Toji says before hearing the voice he still misses after all these years.

“ Megumi, who’s at the door-”, You said walking around him to see Toji Fushiguro smirking at you.

“ Hello baby.”, Toji says with a hand leaning on the door frame.

“ What the fuck are you doing here? Megumi, you know him?”, You ask while looking at Megumi.

Megumi slowly nodded before answering, “ Yes, he’s my dad.”

You doubled back and looked back and forth between him cursing yourself because why didn’t you see the resemblance sooner, this was the child you discovered, the actual love child.

“ I think I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap, see you Megumi.”, You say because your mind is exhausted already.

“ Where’s the food?”, Gojo yelled, still thinking you two is in the kitchen.

“ Wait, don’t go, my dad was just leaving. From the look on your face, I can tell you two have history, and I don’t want you to get uncomfortable, especially in your own home.”, Megumi spoke, cutting the silence between you and Toji staring at one another.

You smiled at Megumi, “ Megs, it’s fine, just talk with your father and send his ass away.”

You walked off trying to keep the hard exterior up, but as soon as you got to the kitchen, you almost wanted to break down.

Yes, it’s been ten years, but to find out the child of your ex-husband and his mistress was in front of you this entire time.

Megumi turned back to Toji, “ You gotta leave dad, she’s hurt and I don’t know why, but she’s hurting when she looks at you.”

“ I’m not leaving until I have a talk with her, I haven’t seen my wife in years and this is how she repay me? So, tell her to bring her ass out here and let’s talk like adults!”, Toji yelled loud enough so you can hear him.

Gojo and Geto knew that voice and hurried to the door, “ What the hell do you want dickface?”

“ Nothing that concerns you, do I even know you two?”, Toji asked with a raised eyebrow with a confused face.

Geto looked at him with a displeased face, “ You know who we are, considering that your son is our student. How about you kindly remove yourself off her property before we make you.”

“ Who the he-”, Toji starts.

You squeezed yourself in between Gojo and geto, “ Boys, it’s okay. I can talk to him.”

“ No.”, Gojo deadpanned.

“ We’re not leaving you with him, days, even months you were broken, so no thank you.”, Geto says.

You sighed before grabbing both of their hands before looking over at Megumi, “ The food is done.”

Geto and Gojo both let go of your hand and walked to the kitchen.

“ Alright!”, Gojo yelled making you laugh.

“ The food is done, make your own shells people!”, Geto shouted while washing his hands in the kitchen.

You saw itadori, Sukuna, and Nobra race to the kitchen before you turned back around to Megumi, “ Gumi, I got this, you go eat.”

Megumi hesitated but when you grabbed his hand and squeezed it whispering “ Megs” he nodded before backing off.

It was now you and Toji Facing eachother alone.

Before Toji even got a word out, you put your fingers on your lips. You pushed him before walking out and closing the door.

“ Let’s talk in my car. Too many ears listening.”, Toji says pointing to his hellcat.

You stood right there analyzing him, “ Who have you pissed off now to the point they want you dead?”

“ What? Tha-”, Toji starts

You shook your head and put your hand up, “ Don’t stand there and lie to me, now who?”

“ More like I’m going away to kill them sweetheart.”, Toji says smugly

You sighed before shaking your head, “ You do know you have a child right?”

“ Of course, I’m doing this for him. He needs his father in his life. It’s kill or be killed, y/n. You understand that right?”, Toji says, taking out a cigarette and putting it in between his lips.

You analyzed him while he lit it up.

He was more bulky now, had way more man-tits than he used to have and his hair is longer down his face.

He still looked sexy and you couldn’t stand it.

“ I thought you would’ve quit with assassin shit, but I guess not.”, You say kicking a rock underneath your feet.

“ Yeah, I did too, but things happen.”, Toji says, staring intensely into your eyes.

“ So are we going to move to your car or what? Because I can feel Gojo staring out the window.”, You say before looking back to see Gojo disappear from the curtains.

Toji smirked a little before walking to his car.

You walked after him as he opened the door for you. You got in and watched him get in now.

Meanwhile, Gojo and Geto were placing bets with Sukuna.

“ Bet you 2,000 yen, she’s not forgiving him.”, Geto says, slapping the money on the table.

“ No, I bet you 5,000 yen, she’s going to forgive him but not be in a relationship with him.”, Gojo says holding up the money .

Sukuna smirked before reaching out his tattooed arms to slap 1,000 yen on the table, “ Winner takes all, if they fuck and get back together.”

Geto and Gojo smirked at sukuna before turning to each other, nodding, “ Deal.”

You were sitting in silence with only the radio playing low.

“ You’re not going to explain yourself? Why did you manipulate me into signing those divorce papers? Not only that, one week later, I come home to find almost nothing in our house.”, Toji says with venom, looking over at you with one veiny hand on the wheel.

You turned to him, “ You wouldn’t sign those papers without being manipulated, both you and I know that, so let’s stop with the venom in your voice.”

You continued, “ As for moving out, I had to because for one I wasn’t going to keep going back to get some clothes while I stayed at my hotel room. And on top of that, I didn't want to wait until our divorce was actually finalized. I was surprised you showed up to court.”

“ Yeah, that’s because I had no fucking choice, just like I had no choice to sign those fucking divorce papers, which stop my wife from being my fucking wife.”, Toji yelled in anger.

You looked at him before turning away, “ First off, lower your tone when you’re speaking to me!”

“ For what? What the fuck are you going to do?! Cry like the little bitch you always were?!”, Toji yells

You gasped before punching him in his jaw making him roll down the window to spit out the blood, “ You know I fucking love when you hurt me, do it again!”

“ Toji, I get it, you’re pissed off even after all these years, but don’t you ever call me a bitch again!”, You yelled, eyes burning with passion and fury.

Toji laughed before shifting his jaw around, “ You always had a mean hook on you… Anyways, I thought you liked being called bitch’s, what happened?”

You side eyed him before responding, “ That was when I was being dicked down, so please.”

“ Dick down you say? And who was the man? Hmm.”, Toji says, talking with a cigarette inside of his mouth.

“ You know who it was, stop playing. Why do you keep smoking, you just smoked like 2 minutes ago.”, You say.

“ It was 10 minutes ago.”, Toji states.

“ Does it matter? Answer the question.”, You say looking at him.

“ I’m anxious that I'm going to assassinate a Mafia boss. It’s not scary, it’s the plan that’s scary.”, Toji says.

“ Believe in yourself before you believe in the gun.”, You say, making him turn to you.

Toji finished it, “ Or else, the only determination is going to be with the gun and not the person behind the gun. You’re pulling the trigger just to pull it really.”

You smiled because he remembered your quote to him, the first kill he had in your relationship during your first date since someone had tried to off him.

“ That was the smartest thing you've ever said to me since meeting you.”, Toji says laughing.

You pushed his shoulder while laughing, “ Fuck you, I always said smart things, the reason why you’re here today.”

“ Ah, you did get me out of some situations where I would’ve been dead and I thank you for that.”, Toji says sincerely.

You smiled before whispering, “ You’re welcome T.”

“ Awn, I’m back to the nickname stage, how sweet.”, Toji taunted.

“ Nevermind now Toji Fushiguro.”, You say, making him sigh.

“ I missed you, you know that.”, Toji says, taking your hand in his surprise a little.

“ Really? Even after ten years.”, You say surprised really.

Toji rubbed his thumb over your hand, “ Yes, even after ten years. I realized that I loved two people at the same time and chose the wrong one. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Megumi’s mother, but my love, the woman I’m still in love with, is right in front of me.”

“ I know I fucked you up, I fucked up everything and I’m so sorry. Every other night, I had nightmares of you leaving me or dying, it was like a repeated cycle for two months. I couldn’t get you off my mind and still can’t. You taught me how to be a man, but I still acted like a boy who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. And I’m sorry for hurting you and keeping you in the dark, you didn’t deserve that, no woman does.”, Toji admits, making your heart light.

“ Toji, you’ve grown a lot over the years, I appreciate that. But I can-”, You say before he placed a finger on your lips with actual tears streaming down his face.

“ Just please… give me another chance, please.”, Toji whispered while tracing your lips with his fingertips.

Your heart hurts for him, “ Toji… you can’t do this to me.”

“ I know, I know, but I can’t help being selfish when it comes to something I want and need. I love you, y/n, let me show you that and while I show you, you can think about your decision, please baby.”, Toji says, pulling at your lip now.

You sighed before looking in his eyes seeing the sincereness. You nodded your head slowly, “ Show me, T.”

Toji reclined his chair back fully before grabbing your hand pulling you to straddle him.

“ I wanted to make love to you in the house, but we can do it in the car too.”, Toji whispers in your ear, making your pussy wet.

You couldn’t help yourself, you’re a victim of falling for Toji’s words, always have been. The only difference is that his words this time were the truth.

Toji gripped the fat of your ass in between his fingers massaging you as he drank you in.

He wanted to stay with you forever, but he had to leave for the Philippines in less than 5 hours. He will come back and that depends on whether he lives or dies on his mission.

He watched as you peered down at him with the eyes he loved looking into while he was fucking you or just having an moment with you. He loved the softness of your skin and the plushness of your thighs.

Your smile was something that he’ll never forget even in death. He especially loved when your eyes light up at anything you have interest in or love. They even light up now, which surprised him because he thought you hated him.

“ Toji! I have been calling you for 30 minutes.”, You say with his face in between your hands.

Toji sighed, “ You weren’t even calling me for that long, now stop exaggerating, now let me kiss your pretty ass on the lips.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your smile you were about to release upon your lips but he knew you. He knew you were smiling.

Toji gripped your chin in between his pointer and index finger before bringing you closer to trace his tongue on your lips, slowly making you grind on his dick in anticipation.

He finished tracing your lips with his tongue before smashing his lips into yours.

Your mouth opened on its own, which gave him access to suck on your tongue before slowly tongue kissing you.

You circle your hips on his thick erection, whispering at the contact.

Your tongue intertwined with Toji’s before you both placed a peck on each other's lips.

You took his shirt off and traced his scars on his body, “ Damn.”

“ I’m guessing you like what you see?”, Toji smugly remarks.

You looked at him in his eyes before nodding, “ I like the titties.”

Toji smirked, “ Titties?”

You nodded as you trailed a hand over his nipples hearing his little whimper he tried to hide.

“ Toji Fushiguro, you like this huh?”, You whispered while smirking at him.

He looked at you before ripping your shirt, making you gasp.

“ You fucki-”, You say but he ripped your bra open leaning up to suck on your boobs.

One nipple was inside of his mouth while the other nipple was being preoccupied with his hand.

The other hand was undoing his pants, real easing his thick dick.

You moaned as his fingers twisted your nipples while he bit and suck on your other nipple, “ Toji, ngh, please.”

“ Please what?”, He asks after popping your nipple out his mouth.

You groaned as he untied your sweatpants and put both of your legs up on his shoulders as he leaned back to take them completely off you.

You felt the cool fall night breeze on your pussy making you bite your lip.

Toji's right hand traveled to your pussy rubbing you through your panties making you squeal.

Toji laughed, “ How long since you’ve fucked someone, you’re squealing like the teenage girl you used to be.”

“ mmm, Shut up, your fucking finger tips are addictive, especially when I’m this horny.”, You moaned out as he stuck a finger inside of you.

You leaned back against his wheel and relaxed before feeling his finger curl up inside now.

He loved the faces you made when he finger fucked you. Your mouth opens as your head lean back in ecstasy.

He continued to finger fuck you with three fingers now while his dick stood tall in between your pussy and the space he was making as he laid back, making you grab your tits in need and want.

You grabbed his dick making him shudder in want, but he chose to suppress himself for you.

Toji continued to finger you while you slid the tip of his dick on your clit up and down making him groan, “ Fuck y/n”

“ Toji, please just ughh, fuck me….please daddy.”, You moaned out practically humping his dick now because he sped up.

He groaned out before taking his fingers out smacking your clit a few times making you jump, “ You’re fucking impatient.”

“ I don’t care now fuck me with this dick daddy.”, You whimpered.

Something inside Toji snapped as he lifted you up a little, not giving a damn about how much you fucking weighed, before easing you onto his dick.

The more you lowered the more his girth collided with your gummy walls, you both moaned while throwing your head back when the tip of his dick hit your cervix.

“ Mmm Shit!”

“ Ouuu fuck, I feel so full.”

You put your pretty acrylic hands on his chest and lifted your hips up and down slowly taking him in and out of you.

Your juices slithered down his dick covering his balls with your juices causing him to groan.

“ Baby, I don’t think I can fuck you slowly, ugh!”, Toji moaned as you slammed down on his dick.

You moaned as you circled your hips, “ Mmm, hold on just a little bit more daddy, please for me.”

Toji gulped before rolling his head back as your pussy clenched around him, lightly and tightly enough to not hurt him.

A ring of cream formed around the base of his cock as you moved up and down his dick faster.

“ Ohh! Fuck Toji, your dick is so big, nghhh.”, You whimpered as you reached back to play with his balls making him lift up while digging his nails into your thigh.

“ Baby, you keep clenching around me and playing with my balls like that gonna make me fuck a baby into you, nhhh! Shit! Fuck!”, Toji moaned as you clench around him even more now grabbing the bottom of his dick while bouncing up and down.

Skin clapping, moans and groans were heard all throughout the car. If people walk by, they’ll hear you two, hell maybe they can hear you two inside their houses.

You gasped as Toji suddenly grabbed your arms pulling you into him before gripping your hips, drilling into you.

“ Ugh! Mm Toji, just like that! Fuck this pussy.” You screamed as his dick began poking your cervix non-stop.

Your eyes crossed for a little bit as he pounded into you while now holding your ass.

He moaned in your ear loudly, “ I fucking missed you.”

Every word he said his hip snapped into you.

“ I. fucking. love. you.”

“ Never. fucking. stopped.”

“ I. Made . a. mistake. and. I. want to. Fuck! fix. it!”

“Mghhh, Give. Me. Another. Fucking. Chance.”,

You screamed and saw nothing but whiteness as you came hard on his dick, your body went limp as you laid on his chest moaning because he was still drilling into you.

Nothing but sweat was laced all over yours and Toji’s body as he went feral on your pussy.

“ You fucking left me and I didn’t know what the fuck to do, mmghhh fuck I’m about to cum! Where do you want it?”, Toji whispered into your ear as one hand held your neck

You yelled out your answer and he came right where you wanted it.

“ Fuck! Shit!”, Toji yelled out as he came.

You smiled as he came undone, emptying out his load.

You tiredly moved down a little before sucking on his nipples while twisting and massaging the other nipple making him bite his lip letting out whimpers.

“ Mmm, Y/N stop before I have you waking the neighborhood up.”, Toji moaned out in a deep voice.

You didn’t listen as you kept biting and sucking on his nipples making his dick rise again.

“ I’m warning you, baby.”, Toji mumbled out as he gripped your ass hard.

You didn’t stop until he lifted you up before opening the car door, making you curious.

Toji placed you back down in the car not caring that his bare ass and dick was out, luckily nobody was around.

He then scooted the chair back by pulling back the latch before climbing on top of you, closing the door behind him.

Toji raised your legs up to your chest making your eyes wide because you never did this before, even in your relationship with him.

He rubbed his tip over your swollen wet pussy before shoving himself inside you making your grip his arms as you hollered to the moon.

He smiled down at you as he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, “ I told you to stop, now look what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Toji began to plunge into your pussy hard and fast not caring that you were on the verge of tears.

Your eyes got watery and vision got blurry as you screamed out, “ M’ pussy is full, my stomach is full. Toji, slow down!”

“ No, baby. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it? Still the same little slut I know hmm?”, Toji says as he slammed his dick into you faster than before while rubbing your clit with his thumb making your eyelash line watery.

Tears pooled down your eyes as you moaned in ecstasy from the pressure.

“ Mmghhh, Toji, I think I’m about to cum! Please don’t stop!”, You screamed out as he rolled his hips.

You closed your eyes feeling his dick going in and out of you fast, nothing but skin clapping was heard.

Toji moaned and groaned loudly as he pounded into your pussy, “ Oh, this pretty little pussy about to cum huh? Should I let you cum? Hmm”

You threw your head against the seat nodding up and down, “ Nnngh, yes daddy.”

He hummed before tapping your cheek, “ Open up.”

You opened your eyes as you opened your mouth.

A string of spit came from his mouth as he circled his hips. Before you know it a wet and slimy feeling was on your tongue and down your throat.

Your eyes widened as he smirked at you while you swallowed willingly, “ Do it again, Toji. I wasn’t ready.”

Your tongue fell out of your mouth again as he spit in your mouth again smiling in joy at you swallowing it.

“ You nasty little minx. Fuck! You look close, I’m going to let you cum, we’re going to cum together, but first are you on the pill?”, Toji asks you and you respond with a nod of your head.

You bit your lip whimpering as he put his hand under your ass before drilling into you relentlessly now.

You both moaned as the car rocked back and forth.

“ I’m gonna cum in you, fuck baby!”, Toji groaned while watching your nipples stand up.

“ I’m cumming Toji! Fuck yes daddy!”, You screamed as you came undone on his dick.

Toji threw his head back and yelled in pain and glory as your fingers pressed into his back. Your nails dragged down his back muscles causing him to bite his lip as his eyes got lower.

He was about to cum from that and your pussy.

He soon followed, causing his movements to come to a halt as his body laid on top of you with his face in between your neck breathing heavily.

You and him were glued together with sweat and cum, since he came on your stomach last time.

You stayed there as silent tears came down your eyes, “ Toji…. I’ll give you another chance if you make it back alive and well from your trip to the Philippines. I need time for one and I want you to live, so you can change your life around for the better.”

He listened as you finished, “ I want you to change your life around for Megumi, me, and you. Megumi, especially. So make it back alive for me, okay?”

Toji raised his head to look at you, “Okay, I understand. I’ll make it back alive and well, for you and my son.”

You smiled before pecking him on his lips for the last time.

Toji lifted off of you before allowing you to crawl on the passenger side.

You both got dressed in silence before Toji reached out his hand with a shirt, well his shirt he has on before, “ Here. Can’t have you walking back inside without a shirt on.”

You smiled before taking his shirt and putting it on, “ Thank you, now you’re going to have to carry me back inside.”

“ Ha, my dick that good huh?”, Toji asked smugly.

You pushed his shoulder before he laughed as he got out of the car.

He got out in a new black t-shirt, opened the car door lifting you up and carrying you bridal style.

You laid your head on his shoulder out of tiredness. He got to the door and opened it, “ Thank you for potentially giving me another chance. Where do you want me to place you, it looks like everyone else is gone or asleep.”

“ U-Upstairs in my room, my bad for stuttering, I’m sleepy.”, You whispered.

Toji smirked before walking up to your room, opening the door and placing you on the bed.

He watched as you cuddled to the pillow before falling asleep faster than he thought you would.

He chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, “ Sleep tight baby, I’ll be back for you and megumi, don’t worry.”

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He actually did keep good on his promises and you did the same.

Sukuna won the bet after all….

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Hiiii! I got a request for the Static Verse. Maybe Static goes on a mission and gets shot or hurt but still sompletes the mission perfectly with a proud Bucky! :> (sorry my adhd brain doesn't know vague)

I have once again made this a much bigger thing than originally requested. I'm kinda sorry, but I do hope you like it. Lemme know what you think :)

Of Gucci Suits and Weirdos

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x Stark!Reader (platonic homies), Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Past!Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (mentioned)

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Canon Typical Violence.

“Guys, we have a problem,” Joaquin says into the comms.

“How big of a problem?” Sam asks him. He sounds annoyed, which is fair. This is very annoying.

He looks back at the scene behind him. “Ugh… It’s the size of a bullet.”

“Fuck!” He hears Bucky curse over the comms. “Is she okay?”

The fact that the man already knows Y/n is the one who’s been hit is kinda astonishing, but who is Joaquin to question it?

“I mean, mostly she seems pissed off,” Joaquin notes, kneeling down. Crouching over her, he tries to stop the bleeding as she continues to shoot from where she sits, covering both their asses.

“Where’s she hit?” Bucky asks, panting. He’s running over to their location, Joaquin guesses.

Before he can respond though, there are more intruders spilling into the room they are currently hiding in, so he has to rush over and take care of them.

“TORRES! Where is she hit?” Bucky yells.

God, talk about an overprotective boyfriend.

Rolling his eyes, he answers, “Lower abdomen. There isn’t too much blood. I’m guessing it missed most of the major organs.” He turns back to her, having gotten rid of the assailants. What he sees confuses him a little, because currently she’s trying to control her breathing with her eyes closed. “Y/n?” He calls out, falling on his knees next to her. “Y/n?” He gets no response. “Okay, this is getting weirder. She just looks like she’s pissed and doing breathing exercises.”

“Torres,” Bucky’s voice chimes in over the comms, and unlike before, he sounds painfully hesitant. He sounds worried. Joaquin thinks he can’t blame him, but then the man adds, “What is she wearing?”

Really? At a time like this? Joaquin thinks.

These two can merrily sex each other up, but he’d prefer if they did it off the clock and without him in the damn mix.

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

“What is she wearing?” Bucky repeats.

“No offense, Sergeant Barnes, but this really isn’t the time,” Joaquin chides.

“Just tell him what she’s wearing, man,” Sam tells him.

Grumbling, looking at her, Joaquin replies, “Uhh… I don’t know, a suit.”

Sam, Bucky and him were on a mission, taking care of some mid level crime syndicate. But the syndicate had some delicate documents hiding in their safe rigged with explosives which none of them could crack without blowing up the whole thing which would have undoubtedly ruined the documents inside. So, long story short they called Y/n in at the last minute as a hail mary hoping she could open the safe, which she did with ease. But her rush to get here meant she didn’t have the time to change out of her fancy clothes.

Joaquin will forever remain in awe of how gracefully this woman seems to be able to fight in heeled boots and a killer suit. He’s a fan. Why wouldn’t he be?

Or maybe he just likes people in suits.

Maybe that’s his thing.

Because Malcolm used to pull off suits too well for his own good. But then, he ventures, Malcolm could’ve pulled off anything in his opinion.

“She’s always wearing a damn suit, smartass,” Bucky bites back, pulling him out of his reverie. “Which one?”

What the hell is he supposed to reply to that?

“Uh, I don’t know, damn it! It’s a suit. It’s blue with floral print—”

“Yeah, Torres, get out of there,” Bucky cuts him off.

“There’s a little too much resistance outside, I can’t carry her with me—”

“No. I mean, you get out of there,” Bucky tells him. “Just you.”

“Excuse me?” He balks.

“Get out of there, man. I mean it,” Bucky reiterates.

Holy fuck.

Getting up from next to her, he walks over to the corner of the room. Lowering his voice he asks, “You want me to leave your girlfriend behind?”

He’s completely confounded.

The last time she got shot, Bucky almost ripped Malcolm’s head off, and now he’s asking him to abandon her?

“No, I’m asking you to evacuate,” Bucky answers.

“I can’t just—”

“Do as he says, Joaquin. Leave her there and get out, as fast as you can,” Sam commands.

“But—”

“That’s an order,” Sam states with finality.

This whole group is crazy. Joaquin doesn’t even know why he hangs out with them anymore. One minute they are ready to rip people’s throats out with their teeth to save each other, the other minute they ask you to abandon one of them in the middle of a mission while being surrounded by members of the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate.

He turns around to look at her but is pretty damn surprised to find her already on her feet.

“They’re asking me to leave you behind,” he tells her solemnly.

Her jaw is clenched, hard. Her eyes are set at the door, there’s rage radiating off of her waves. “Then you better listen to your Captain, boy,” she says in a funny little Texan accent.

“What?” He narrows his eyes at her.

“Listen to your Captain and run,” she says. When he takes no action to move, she turns to him. “I said, git!”

The sheer force of her anger makes Joaquin stumble a bit, before turning around and breaking into a run, breaking through a window and carving a path for himself. He doesn’t stop till he’s outside the building and greeted with the sight of Bucky and Sam standing there having a casual fucking conversation.

“She’s still in there,” he informs them, rushed.

Bucky looks at him then, “Oh. Yeah,” he says dismissively. “It’s fine. She’ll be out in a minute.”

Okay, he’s gonna lose it now.

“You’re all crazy! You,” he points at Sam. “I watched you rip into Ross with no remorse cause he upset her by calling her ‘not an ideal hero’ which, I have to admit, was pretty fun to watch but that’s beside the point.” He turns to Bucky, pointing at him now. “And you! I watched you stab a guy in the eye for looking at her funny,” he says, arms flailing. “And both of you just left her in there?! What the fuck is that about? She’s hurt, she can’t just glitch out of there. What the hell guys?”

Both men are looking at him with their mouths agape.

The silence stretches on until—

“We didn’t leave her in there,” Sam states calmly.

“We asked you to evacuate to save yourself from—” Bucky points behind him. And at that, he turns, just in time to witness the explosion.

What starts out as a few small flames in the northwest corner of the building almost immediately spirals into a full-fledged fire throughout the building as more and more explosions begin to sound out. And in front of it all is Y/n Stark, stomping towards them as the building behind her is being reduced to ash.

“—that,” Bucky finishes, passing him by to run over to his girl. “Hey sweetheart,” Bucky greets her, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so well.” He drops a kiss on her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”

As both he and Sam walk over to the couple, he can hear a muffled complaint slip out from her into his chest, “They ruined my suit, Jamie.”

All this over a fucking suit?

“I know, baby,” Bucky cooes at her. “I know. We’ll get you a new one.”

“It was limited edition,” she whines. And then suddenly her demeanor shifts. “It’s all your fault!” She accuses, pulling away from Bucky to point at Sam.

“How the fuck is it my fault?” Sam throws back.

“You’re the one who called me in!” She exclaims, Bucky holding her back.

“Who the fuck told you to wear a—what is that?” Sam begins assessing her outfit. “Is that a goddamn Gucci suit?” He sounds absolutely incredulous, and yeah. Joaquin has to agree.

“I was having dinner with the fucking King of Asgard! What the fuck did you expect me to wear? Your stupid pizza PJs?” She bites back, feisty as ever.

“Hey! Hey! You don’t get to insult the pizza PJs!” Sam fights back, just as fierce. So much so, Bucky has to step in between the two as they approach each other.

“It’s your fucking fault, Wilson—”

“No, no, baby. It’s their fault,” Bucky tries to placate her, motioning back towards the burning building. “And they’re paying for it,” he assures her. “Not Sam, sweetheart. We like Sam,” he coerces her, rubbing at her sides. He looks over at the Captain, a little apprehensive, “He’ll help you patch this one up.”

“The hell I will,” Sam chides.

Her jaw clenches, “You know what, Samuel—”

“Sam will help!” Bucky interrupts, giving a pointed look at the younger man. “He’ll use all his Captain America charm and he’ll get this suit all prim and proper.” He then looks back at her, “And you are going to thank him for it.” His voice is stern, leaving no room for argument from either of them. And as expected, both of them mutely give a curt nod, agreeing to his terms. Satisfied with their compliance, his eyes fall onto her lower abdomen. “Now,” his hands pull away the suit jacket, “you okay?”

Sam rushes over, assessing her injury. “It doesn’t look that bad but we should get it checked out,” he says, voice coated in mild concern. “Is the bullet still insi—”

There’s a distinct clink as shell casing drops to the ground.

Looking up, Sam balks. “What the fuck have I told you about pulling bullets out of your wounds?”

Below him, Bucky, on his knees, grumbles with a similar amount of discontent, fiddling with her wound and making her wince a little. Behind them, the authorities begin to pile in. Police cars, paramedics alongside several fire brigades make their way inside the previously guarded area, situating themselves as per their convenience.

Meanwhile, Y/n bites back, unbothered by her wound and commotion behind her. “And what have I told you about calling me in on my days off?” Bucky stands up, dropping a soft kiss on her cheek which she pays him back for by playing with the short locks at the back of his head. “Why the fuck didn’t you call Steve? He’s good at cracking safes too. I fucking taught the dude.”

“He’s on a date,” Sam answers easily.

And oof. That was obviously the wrong answer because it stunts her for a second.

But only for a second, cause after that—

“So was I!” She shouts back, only to be met with three scrunched faces from the three men. “Technically,” she adds, correcting herself sheepishly.

Next to her Bucky clears her throat.

“Come on,” she reproaches, rolling her eyes. “It was Val, I’m not gonna fuck Val.” A beat. “... again.”

Um… what?

Apparently, Bucky shares his sentiment.

“What do you mean again?” He asks, absolutely astounded.

“You’ve slept with Valkyrie?” Sam questions at the same time. “How was it?” Curiosity is clear in his tone.

“Don’t answer that,” Bucky warns, pointing to Sam. His finger moves back to her, “Why wouldn’t you tell me about it?”

She shrugs, almost hesitant. “Just—It was, you know? It was a long time ago. Thor had just left. Carol was about to leave the next day and I was still…” She doesn’t finish the thought but all four of them know that she’s referring to her dealing with the loss of her brother, Tony Stark. “We were drinking that Asgardian mead, one thing led to another, and next thing you know,” she runs a hand through her hair, “we woke up in bed together.”

There’s a pregnant pause.

And then—

“YOU HAD A THREESOME WITH CAPTAIN MARVEL AND THE KING OF ASGARD?!” Bucky shouts at the same time, as Sam whistles proudly, yelling out. “Well done, hotshot!”

“Just the first time,” she defends instantly, only to realize what she just said when Bucky’s eyes widen. “I—I should go get my wound checked out,” she says in a rush, hurriedly walking past Sam and him. Bucky follows her.

“How was it?” Sam asks, turning around to look at her. Joaquin copies his actions.

“Don’t answer that!” Bucky scolds before continuing, “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I was before you,” she defends, walking towards the paramedics. “I did a lot of things before you.”

“So did I,” Bucky fights back. “Would you be okay with it if I had a threesome?”

That makes her steps halt. Turning around to look back at Bucky, she threatens, “You’re mine, James Buchanan Barnes. Mine. I am absolutely not sharing you. Ever. You hear me?” She walks over to him. “I didn’t tell you because I literally forgot about it till she reminded me today,” she admits. “Most of the night is a blur. Most nights from that time are…” After a second of pause, she shakes her head and then jabs a finger at him. “But you… You have me now. Okay? Everything before you doesn’t matter now, cause I have you and you have me… Does that work?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, that works.” Joaquin can’t see Bucky’s face right now but he can hear the smile in his words. “Now, do you want me to carry you over to the paramedics?” He asks.

“Yes please,” she pouts. And immediately Bucky complies, carrying her over while whispering to her about how proud he is of her for completing the mission with a bullet wound.

And yeah, a part of Joaquin remains speechless.

In this life—in their life, finding this kind of love—this kind of family is not just hard, it’s damn near impossible, or so he’s been told. The three of them, all three of them, bicker like kids, fight like ratty old people and protect each other like kin. He’s heard a lot about how this life only takes and takes from you but seeing what he’s seeing in front of him, he can’t bring himself to believe it. It’s not like the three of them haven’t lost anything. They have, they have lost a lot, too much even. But even then, they have this. This small little bickering, annoying family.

So, despite being told time and again, being warned relentlessly about how this life is nothing but pain and sacrifice, sometimes even from the people in question, he just won’t believe it. He’s lost love like this too, he didn’t even get to have it for long before he did lose it. But that just fuels him, even more, to stick around. Because contrary to all the warnings, he gets to have this. This silly little group of people who look out for each oth—

Wait. Hold on.

“Steve’s on a date?” he asks Sam, who’s wearing a smile on his face as they both stand there watching the couple. “Thought he was madly in love with her?”

“He isn’t,” Sam answers. When he turns to look at Sam in confusion, Sam faces him too. “On a date, I mean. He’s still totally in love with her,” he clarifies. With a sigh, his gaze flies back to the couple as he watches her get patched up. “He’s with Banner.”

“Then why’d you tell her he was on a date?”

Sam smiles, a coy, cunning smile. “Cause the next time they meet, she’ll rip him a brand new one and then I’ll be the last America’s ass standing,” he states before walking off towards Bucky and Y/n.

Huh.

Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe they’re just a group of fucking weirdos.

Maybe he fancies himself a fucking weirdo as well.

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[dyketubbo]

im rewatching doomsday (comps of all povs of course) and. yeah i just.. feel bad for the lmanburgians. i dont know how i could just. say these people deserved it, when they all sound, panicked and desperate and so so fucking sad. long long ramble under the cut as i recount the events and pick out a bunch of little things

even the day before then is painful. ranboos panic room. ranboo and tubbos talk (tubbo admitting that hes wrong, saying he believes that history is repeating itself and trusting ranboo because he believes in his loyalty), fundy showing the ring toss. tubbos surprise at being told to kill dream before stating that quackity would be in control if he didnt (god, did he plan to fail?). tommy being so so excited. everyone playing ring toss and cheering on jack. tommy still believing in tubbo. tubbo panicking. ranboo and tommy and techno talking, ranboo giving them info. dream placing walls and quackity instructing tubbo on where to kill dream. dream lying about the community house. the entire community house debacle. just, everything.

and then doomsday itself. having to frantically get there because it started early, tubbo only having diamond armor to protect him, fundy standing still after he sabotaged them. tubbo and ranboos genuine despair about the apiary.

tubbo eventually going nonverbal and actively putting himself in danger, not even moving away from techno at first and getting in the way of the firework launcher. tubbo trying to save tommy from the fireworks, ponks broken "dont come over here!" after she was trying to save his cat, tommys face falling and desperate attempts at convincing techno, ranboo going "its all gone", niki spiralling and silently burning down the tree, quackitys pure anger. all the death messages.

jack going "what is there left to protect", tommy brokenly trying to accept that its gone as tubbo and quackity blankly do accept it. jack going "i lost everything again". tommy desperately trying to understand dream, on the verge of tears as he asks why dream didnt just hurt him. his low health and food as hes unable to do anything anymore, his quiet gasp as he spots ghostbur, tubbos tiny shake of his head when dream says dream and tommys story wont be over.

tubbo and quackity breaking the repeaters. ghostburs "i didnt even know we were fighting". ghostbur finding out phil let friend die, hes pained "phil? but i- i gave, i gave phil to look after. and dream found me friend, and technoblade said we were friends", tommys pained talk about technoblade. "we were never his friend. to him, all of this was just an act of politics, an act of clout and a-a social ladder, and you won't remember. tubbo you will, and to you big q, this was a friendship. but to technoblade, this was a ladder. and techno climbed to the tippity talk. do you wanna know the only way you can go? on the ladder? -- and once you reach the top of the ladder tubbo, you can only go down."

quackity asking to sing the anthem again, him strumming as ghostbur sings (and tubbo and tommy joining in). ghostbur forgetting the second verse because it blew up. quackity remembering it, them stumbling through it. tommys "tubbo? im so so sorry", tubbos quiet "its okay." the four all singing together. tubbo looking at the lava with an ender pearl in his hand, tommy correcting quackity and going "our l'manburg". ghostburs speech about friend, about people not taking him seriously just because he has memory loss.

meanwhile.. phil and techno were laughing. cracking jokes. phil mocks them as he spawns withers on the apiary, going "ohhh noo not the bees!". techno shouts at tommy and shoots at him and tubbo. he kills jack and doesnt even notice that it was one of his lives lost. jacks death itself proves that it doesnt take any particular intent, doesnt have to mean anything to the killer. techno and phil were willing to kill people. it would be foolish of them to act as if there were no risks in the terms of canon lives, especially with phil. phil doesnt take ghostbur seriously, treats his despair as an opportunity to drill in a lesson. the most either of them lost was some of the dogs and used up potions, fireworks, and wither skulls

and then theres dream. dream whose been harming the l'manburgians since the beginning, who had taken tubbo hostage, offered eret a chance to betray them all, who had been the man in tommys walls and offering money to tubbo and jack to try and get them to destroy things, who tried to get tommy to kill tubbos villagers. dream, who took tommys discs over and over, who killed tommy twice in one day, who stopped caring about his friends that loved him and were so so loyal. dream, who helped schlatt and pushed wilbur deeper into his spiral, who even then tried to manipulate tommy.

dream, who helped destroy l'manburg the first and second time, who took advantage of tubbo so he could have a premeditated kidnapping of tommy. dream, who abused tommy, physically, psychologically, emotionally. dream, who degraded tubbo and had taken ranboos memory book (which btw, since ranboos memory loss counts as a mental disability with the memory book as his aid, thats dream taking the thing that aids ranboo in dealing with his disability).

dream, who had been the reason l'manburg was created. dream, who got to destroy l'manburg three times. dream won. and techno and phil dont regret it, dont care.

maybe l'manburg was never meant to be. and sure, it started with stealing and an attempt to monopolize on potions but. that wasnt even l'manburg then, was it? it was just wilbur and tommy having fun. l'manburg came after. after the police hurt them. l'manburg started as a silly little revolution, led by a naïve man who thought he could win wars by saying no. it was a place for a family, a place for them to escape from dream. it was a place to try and escape the harm of those outside the walls. it was meant to be safe, even if those against them made it hard to be. it was made from love. it was meant to be happy. it was a symphony, however unfinished.

so. i don't know. i just feel, bad. they never really won, did they? tragedy after tragedy, death after death, destruction after destruction, betrayal after betrayal, hurt after hurt. and now what's left of them, really? out of the founders, erets doing the best and even shes doing awful, forever trying to make up for what he did. tubbos paranoia led him to developing nukes in a desperate attempt to stay safe, because he was taught to stay quiet and keep his emotions to himself, because his death was "justified", because nukes and walls and weapons are the only way he can feel safe anymore.

tommy went through months of abuse, lost all of his lives and suffered upon coming back, suicidal but unable to bring himself to do it because limbo is worse, feeling lost and like he has no family anymore other than wilbur, who he knows is hurting him but cant bring himself to leave, who loved lmanburg so so dearly and only wanted a home, still doesnt have one (tommy from everywhere, tommy from nowhere at all). niki who loved lmanburg and wilbur so much that it hollowed her out and made her bitter and shes so used to being spoken over that all she can think to do is raise her voice and get pissed, who cant see wilbur as a good person anymore because shes hurt and hasnt truly recovered and she doesnt know how to cope without being angry.

jack manifold feels forgotten, hes lost all his lives and crawled out of hell and no one truly noticed, he doesnt even believe that niki really cares, hes desperate and has made his purpose to be spiteful and angry because he cant deal with the emptiness that comes when he realizes theres no point. fundys desperate to have friends, family, a partner, anyone thatll love him, anyone thatll keep him safe, slowly killing himself with cigarettes and disowned because of giving too little too late, because he was too little too late.

and wilburs lost himself. spiraling, paranoid. a young, naïve man who wanted to fight swords with words, who wanted to impress his father, who wanted a nation of his own to feel safe, who was so effected by erets betrayal that he cant trust anyone but himself, whose possessive nature eats him from the inside out, desperate for control and unable to let go of the only person he knows loves him unconditionally

all because outside forces kept pushing, kept destroying, kept ruining them and hurting them and traumatizing them and taking away their homes and pets and loved ones. and i just. cant feel happy for the ones that hurt them, i cant feel victorius, triumphant, any of that. i just feel bad that the l'manburgians never got to be a family. i know they arent the best people but shit, i love them anyways, love them because theyre flawed and because theyre *people*, people who tried so so hard and got pushed so so much and. fuck, i cant be happy that the people who loved nature and play fought and laughed by campfires and read poetry and re-enacted theatre and loved each other and wanted to *live* (even if they were willing to die, if it meant giving everyone else a chance).. lost. they lost.

canonical years of work down the drain in one day. records of history gone, now only remembered in full by a traumatized teenager who was taught not to talk about his negative emotions, and even he misremembers some parts. they didnt even lose fairly. they had no chance. they couldnt have prepared for withers, for tnt rain, for the hounds. they were poor, weaker than their opponents, sabotaged by one of their own. thats.. tragic.

doomsday was a tragedy. i cant agree that it was deserved. i cant agree that they had it coming, that they deserved to lose homes and pets and limbs and lives and land because they werent the greatest people around.

a small country of less than 10 people (at both creation and destruction) now a giant crater in the ground, remnants of a parisitic egg taking over the land. and it wasnt even lost fairly. three people were stronger than an entire nation, even with all of its allies. two anarchists working with an abusive tyrant. so, no. doomsday wasnt deserved. people dont deserve tragedy. there were better ways, i truly cant be happy that the way chosen was violence. i cant.

l'manburg's citizens deserved better. they really did. the ends dont justify the means. and god, am i fucking tired of "justice". if justice means choosing violence over love and respect and caring about those less strong than you, i dont wanna hear about it. fuck that man, id rather love and be loved than constantly give a shit about making up for hurting others by getting hurt, thats stupid and cruel and i cant see it as okay on a moral level. not when the people that got hurt deserved to be loved and cared about and protected and *talked to* instead of constantly shot down.

of course for the narrative i can enjoy violence and characters getting hurt and i do like how "real" it all is, the despair and dissonance in tone and how terrifyingly messy it all is. out of story perspective- honestly rather cool even if it makes me feel bad. in story perspective- holy fucking shit no that wasnt deserved and god i hope everyone hurt will be able to heal and learn to love and be loved again because thats such a terrifying thing to go through. from a detached pov i can appreciate the insight into everyone involved and i like the plotlines that came from it, but from a compassionate pov i just wish the l'manburgians were allowed to be happy and treated as equals so they didnt have to go through all of this

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Timekeeper's assistants AU

Alright y'all! This is gonna be my info dump post for the Timekeepers assistant Au- buckle up cause it's gonna be a long one!

Inspired by @queendibz post here

The entire purpose of the assistant squad is to keep all the time lines running smoothly- this can range from stopping a world ending event to making sure things misplaced by natural ghost portals get put back into the right time and place.

So First up on the crew list,

Dan:

-Dan definitely isn't a homicidal maniac anymore but he's not 100 percent "redeemed" either.

-I mean he's probably still a bit of sadist but he tries not to be?

-The best description I can give is that he's in recovery, basically.

-So, Clockwork knew that Dan would eventually bust out of the thermos just because it wasn't built to hold a ghost of his power level for a prolonged period of time. But beyond that?? He has no idea about anything in regards to Dan. Since Dan's creation was averted, his timeline doesn't exist anymore. He's a paradox that exists outside of time, and unfortunately, that means he's the one entity in the multiverse that exists in Clockwork's blindspot. There's no way for him to know what Dan's going to do next.

-Anyway, Dan eventually breaks out of the thermos fully intending to Fuck Shit Up, And Clockwork makes a point of informing him that if he leaves the clock tower he will cease to exist. (Like Dan, the tower exists outside of time, so he's safe there.)

-Dan is the first member of the assistant squad. Granted, it took a while for him to come around to the idea of helping Clockwork but he got there eventually.

-Dan is an entity that was born out of the rage and grief of two very broken people and he has so much shit he's working through as a result

-One of the first things he had to do was recognize and accept that he's an entity that's completely separate from Vlad and Danny. He might have all their memories and the weight of their mistakes on his shoulders, and on top of that, the atrocities he himself committed because of them. The first step is realizing that he doesn't have to be defined by the people that made him.

-It's a really fucking difficult thing to do tho and he's got a lot of weird emotions in regards to Vlad, Danny and the Fentons as a result. A near constant identity crisis, self loathing, daddy issues, something that could arguably be called an Oedipus complex, (FUCKING THANKS, VLAD)

-Cannot stand the smell of fast food, it makes him nauseous and the sight of Nasty Burger sauce alone is enough to make him vomit Ectoplasm.

-He's just a hot mess all around y'all

-He tries to keep his interactions with the Danny's as minimal as possible at first bc of this. The first time he meets them in person he shape shifts into Danny like he did in TUE and just pretends to be one of them. Some of them have had interactions with their respective Dan's already and would be super wary of him and probably pretty freaked out otherwise.

-Dan is eventually allowed to leave the clocktower for supervised "Field missions" with the aid of a time medallion to keep him from poofing out of existence, but it takes a while for clockwork to build up that level of trust.

-Dan's shapeshifting ability Actually comes into play a bit on a lot of those missions, since he can Mimic Danny it also makes sense that he'd be able to impersonate Vlad in the same way. Granted he's not incredibly comfortable taking on either of their appearances but it does help him hone his shapeshifting ability to the point where he's able to pick and choose features from both Vlad and Danny and sorta make his own human disguise.

-Most of the time he acts as the eye in the sky from the tower, monitoring for timeline anomalies and then notifying the appropriate member of the assistant squad.

-He has a room under the clock tower that he operates from. I kinda like the idea of there being like, catacombs down there? Anyway he's got all kinds of monitors and view screens and he very rarely leaves. It also doubles as his "living space." He doesn't need to sleep but he's got a big mess of a pillow fort that he crashes in regardless bc sometimes you just NEED to be unconscious for a while. The catacombs are also absolutely full of those little blob ghosts that wander around the zone bc They're attracted to the ecto energy the tower gives off. He's really annoyed by them at first but they grow on him after a while and now he just dotes on them.

-There's a specific throw pillow sized one that likes to hang out in Dan's room a lot and he ended up getting a little over attached to the stupid thing. His name is Dorian. Bc he's a gift.

-SIR THATS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLOB

-Dan's appearance has changed slightly. He wears his hair loose now and it's kinda just this big fiery mane when it's not contained. His cape is more of a cloak now, it has a hood and he wears it sorta pinned together at the shoulder so the DP logo is covered.

-Dan's relationship with the rest of the Danny's is kinda weird, and a little strained. He has a hard time being around them for very long because, well, he used to sort of be them? Except not really? He does care about them tho, and the last thing he'd want is for one of them to end up like him.

-His relationship with clockwork definitely starts out pretty familial, after he becomes his assistant, anyway. There's room for that to develop into meddling minutes but I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna go that route yet.

-The Danny's only ever hear his voice for a while before he finally let's them meet him for real, so they end up calling him Charlie for a while as a joke. Cause Ya know. Charlie's angels. Even after Charlie still ends up being his designated name on missions.

Mer! Danny:

-Was recruited bc a lot of the shit that gets sucked through natural portals ends up in a body of water somewhere and when that happens he's on call to retrieve it.

-Is Actually not at all ghostly! Mer Danny's situation is basically the plot of H2O (just add water), or if you haven't seen that, Aquamarine. And by that I mean he's only a merfolk in water.

-He's an electric eel

-His Jack and Maddie are marine biologists, with a particular interest in marine cryptids

-We're taking sea monsters baby!!!

-Not entirely sure how this Danny ended up half mer yet but I'll figure it out, lmao.

-14 years old

-His nickname/ designation is "Moray"

Crown Prince! Danny:

-Nickname/designation is Prince / Princey

-16 years old

-Not allowed to go anywhere in the zone without the Fright knight bc of some ancient ghost law bullshit, so he has a constant babysitter.

-He's next in line bc he sealed away Pariah, but can't take the throne until he is both, A) at least 18 years and B) Completely deceased

-Vlad is his Regent bc he did have a part in the whole sealing the previous king thing, but he's also not completely dead so his power is super limited there.

-As Prince Danny has the crown of fire in his ghost form, although now the name is kinda ironic seeing as it's completely frozen over. It's blue now and it smokes like dry ice.

-As Regent, Vlad has the ring of rage for "safe keeping"

-Vlad and Danny are pretty much constantly at each other's throats, fright knights probably had to shut down more than a few of Vlad's attempts to usurp the crown from Danny through combat.

-Princey deals with the timeline issues that involve the ghost zones' internal / political affairs, and he's gotten very well versed with dealing with the Observants.

Winged! Danny :

-15 years old

-Mallard duck wings

-His Vlad is a swan

-Comes from a family of waterfowl, Jack is a goose, and Maddie is a white swan. Both he and jazz are ducks bc of their grandparents.

-As Fenton his wings are white, like jazz, and as phantom they turn black with a green iridescent sheen.

-He's trans

-Nickname/ designation is inviso Bill. Bc ducks have bills haha get it-

-Ghostly wail?? Nah son he's gotta killer QUACK

-Absolute besties with Mer!Danny/ Moray, sometimes they go swimming together after a mission.

Clone! Danny:

-Physically he's a 12-year-old, but he's only been alive for a few months.

-Alt universe where Vlad manages to stabilize the perfect clone with his own DNA.

-Dani still exists, and the original danny from his time line also rescued the other problematic clones.

-Doesnt like the fact that he's a clone, and very much wants them all DEAD. Bc them running around is a reminder that he's not the real danny.

-Human half looks the same aside from the widows peak and the mallen streak. His ghost half takes after plasmius. Blue skin, and the Hazmat kept it's original white colors.

-Probably has fangs and a forked tounge.

-Not so much a member of the squad as he is someone that they need to be keeping an eye on.

-Does NOT get along with them.

-Dan enjoys making him uncomfortable.

-Designation is Masters / the brat (not to his face tho)

Family Breakfast AU! Danny:

-A BABY

-The boy is a fucking overpowered todler okay. He's an 8 year old.

-The biological son of his Vlad, was born a Halfa. Jack, Vlad and Maddie got their shit together and are in a healthy poly relationship.

-Got separated from Vlad one time in the zone and inadvertently adopted by the assistant squad and clockwork.

-His Vlad is aware of the squad and just. Dad's the crap out of the Danny's as a result. It makes for some..... interesting interactions.

-I can't think of a nickname so I'm just gonna be lazy and say he gets to be the one Tru Danny bc cute little kind privileges lmao.

Full ghost! Danny:

-15 years old, will always look 14.

-Nickname/designation is Toast

-Died in the portal accident and got fucking FRIED.

-He always smells like somethings burning.

-He's really bright and sorta sparks a bit, you can see his bones glowing through the hazmat.

-He still leave the zone to protect his version of amity, but lives with clockwork full time.

Canon Danny (NOT PHANTOM PLANET COMPLIANT) :

-Basically show Danny, except phantom planet never happened fuck you

-Joined the crew after the events of de stabilized

-Also he's trans fuck butch

-Franken! Danny

-Yall remember that Headless Danny Au? This is my take.

-Is Actually 20 years old, but physically stuck at age 14. Bc he's a walking corpse :)

-Came from a timeline that was directly parallel to Full ghost! Danny. He dies in the portal accident, but jack and Maddie are in the lab when it happens and manage to sort of bring him back using a combination of science and freaky ghost junk.

-So he's basically possessing/ stuck inside of his own dead body. Which, is thankfully not rotting or going into rigor mortis bc Ectoplasm is rather similar to formaldehyde, but he's not the most durable thing and bits and pieces fall off from time to time.

-Like his head. For example.

-He's pretty desensitized to it at this point and if he loses a leg after a ghost fight he doesn't see anything wrong with sitting down on the curb of a main street to stich it back on. His being dead isn't exactly a secret.

-Don't ever ask him to "give you a hand" bc he can and will not hesitate to pop one off and Chuck it at you.

-Said hand and any other body part will continue to function just fine even if it isn't attached to anything, btw.

-Nickname/ designation is Adam. Bc. Ya know. that's the name Frankenstein's monster gave itself.

Post Phantom Planet! Danny:

-A very jaded 22 year old who is driven only by spite and enough caffeine to kill a horse

-Very, very tired of the hero thing.

-Being a global celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.

-Decided to follow Vlads lead and fuck off to space for a while. Partially to get away from everyone and also partially bc he kinda feels responsible for the fact that the only other person like him and probably floating DEAD in the void somewhere? And yeah Vlad fucked up all on his own but what if he'd tried harder to get through to him things could have been different-

-Joins the crew after a natural portal opens up in space and decides to help out and use clockworks resources to try and track down his Vlad.

-Nickname/ Designation is Polaris, aka the north star.

[astersofthesky]

wait can you rec some of those canon compliant fics, I've been lookingg

I'm sorry for this late reply! I'm not sure what kind of canon compliant fics you're looking for because most of the things I read last night are mostly just one-shots related to the latest manga chapters.

If that's your cup of tea then here goes!

Wait for Me by SailorMew4

The moment Bakugou Katsuki found out Deku left U.A. he knew he needed to go after him. The nerd just needed to Wait for Him. Because Bakugou would go to hell and back to save that nerd from anything, including himself.

(Ch. 318 Spoilers, and a sorta prediction to Ch. 319)

message delivered by dekusneakers

Kacchan: i miss you [2:03am]

Kacchan: that was a typo [8:16am]

Kacchan: go fuck yourself [8:17am]

In which Katsuki grieves in the only way he knows how. With rage and double texting.

All We Ever Knew by dynamics

He knows, deeply and intimately, that these hands have innocent blood spilled on them. They've scarred and they've been cruel and they've caused hurt beyond anything deserving of forgiveness.

But these hands, as rough and calloused and war-torn and guilty as they are, can be gentle too.

Katsuki learns the true meaning of kindness and devotion.

Names by Juliame

"It's 'Bakugou', right?"

Katsuki felt himself slightly stiffen at those words.

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"Izuku..."

"... I'm sorry for everything I've done up until now."

Izuku felt his eyes slightly widen at those words.

It was like the world around them had come to a stop.

Katsukis and Izukus individual perspective on hearing the other say their actual name.

And that's all the latest manga chapters canon-compliant fics I've read. Anyway, since you asked, I would take this opportunity to recommend some of my favorite BkDk/DkBk fanfictions. Reminder though, I suggest you check the tags before reading.

Mirror Image by Eleke

After taking an attack meant for Deku, Bakugou Katsuki finds himself waking up in a world where he was never born with a Quirk, but Deku was. Then the next day, he wakes up in another world. And then the next day he wakes up in another. Each day he finds himself in another world, some only a little different from his own, some very different, but each one has one thing in common:

In every world, Midoriya Izuku is always right there.

(Notes: I still haven't finished reading this one but so far, it's really good! This has slight sexual content but nothing explicit)

Childhood Kisses by Kaligraphy

There are things you do that are cute when you're a kid but kind of weird when you're older.

Kissing your childhood friend's injuries better is one of them.

(Notes: Childhood Bkdk fluff because seriously, we need this kind of fics more)

Rescue me by kae_karo

What if baku and deku were like. actually friends when they were kids tho

(Notes: This is the only fic I found where Katsuki and Izuku stayed friends despite Izuku's quirklessness. I tell you, this is gold. The author wrote Katsuki amazingly and I can't really explain it too well. I highly recommend this one)

Baby Face by VersaceThong

A thick bloody gash runs from Deku’s right brow, across the bridge of his nose, over his cheek, and all the way down to the edge of his jaw. A sickening, jagged line etched diagonally over his face, wide enough to miss one of his eyes by mere milimeters.

He almost crashes into Deku, grabbing his arm in one hand and his face in the other. Katsuki’s index and thumb press into either side of his jaw, squishing Deku’s cheeks together.

With a voice so low he doesn’t recognize it as his own, Katsuki grinds out his words.

“Who did this to you?”

______________________________

Or; a villain leaves a scar on Deku's face and Katsuki absolutely loses it.

(Notes: I really like this one! The author has a way with their words and I also liked how they wrote Katsuki. Heads up, it has explicit sexual content at the end. TBH, I didn't expect this fic to have one so it really caught me by surprise lmao)

Like the Moon by Osakakitty

Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is confused about his feelings for Midoriya, and doesn’t know what he wants. Besides a good night’s sleep.

(Notes: THIS. ONE. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC! Yes, it's obviously explicit but this has got to be one of the most emotional Bkdk/Dkbk fanfictions I've read on my stay in the BNHA fandom. It's very telling since this is like my second favorite Bkdk/Dkbk fic)

Kacchan vs. The Universe by LNoGame44

There were certain..tell-tale signs of a soul mate. There wasn't so much a definite factor, rather there were multiple giveaway signs that discretely pointed out that someone was your soul mate. Like a friendly hint from the soul.

Izuku was not gifted with that discrete notification from whatever higher being issued them. Of course his soul mate hit like a storm.

The thing was..Izuku knew exactly who his soul mate was. The two of them had known since they were kids. The extreme pull they felt for one another, that Izuku embraced and Bakugou..well Bakugou ignored or attempted to completely destroy. Apparently the universe, did not agree with Bakugou's methodologies.

(Notes: This one is so funny lmao. Seeing Katsuki struggle against the universe is very amusing and the second-hand embarrassment can get real.)

The Way You Used To Do by Edema_ruh

"We're really sorry," his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. "But your friend, Izuku, he's... He's gone, son."

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

"What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are soulbound.

(Notes: Here's my no. 1 favorite. You've probably heard this one because when Bkdk's ask for fic recs, this one always comes at the top. If you like the slowest of burns then I suggest you give this a try!)

[natsukitakama]

Hey you <3 I just wanted to request a headcanon for the 104th cadets, please : how do they act while playing co-op games (you know, the kind you have to resolve some kind of enigmas, like pressing two buttons at the same time, etc) with their s/o ? Thanks a lot !

Author note : hi there ❤️ thank you for your request hope you’ll enjoy this ♡ Somehow I described them as a gamer ? Hope you’re fine with that, I actually really enjoy this 

i do not own those gifs credit to the owner(s)

Warning : rage quit / eren is litteraly me / Modern AU cause the canon-verse suck Lmao / I based this on my own experience 

Masterlist

Eren Jaeger - impulsive 

How did you not end up dumping him ? The man is DANGEROUS 

You think that he is all screaming and yelling like all the FUCKING time ? 

Play a game with him 

Spoiler : it’s worst 

I mean at first he saw this as a challenge and just getting the possibility to do play a game with you ? 

He couldn’t say no to that 

The thing he just took this way to personally, so he had to finish this with the best score getting the things you had to unlock during a game. 

He had to 

Doesn’t mean you want to.

The whole idea of co-op game is to play together in order to finish the game

But he didn’t hear that : he wants to do everything by himself 

And when he can’t do it he would ask some help.

Don’t expect him to be good with synchro-enigma he can’t he is either too quick or too late. 

I’m sorry to say that but he might complain about your game (while he was the one who is losing all the heart because he can’t read an enigma properly) 

And you see me coming but if can’t resolve an enigma and if you can’t help him he would just stop and won’t play at this game until he feels like he can do it 

Oh and he sucks at game like Overcooked you know those kind of things were you’re supposed to work at the same Time as his partners he is either too slow either too quick (but always pretend he isn’t his fault) 

Don’t think I mentioned that but he cursed a lot, he complained a lot (to my fellow frenchie he is like Sardoche in real life I don’t make the rule here) 

7/10 because it’s funny to see him being angry at a game 

Mikasa - skilful

i wanted to say that if you’re not eren she won’t play with you LMAO 

But if she is dating you, she would do it because she wants to please you and spend some good quality time with you (she is not a fan of video game but she can tolerate some RPG) 

She tends to be quiet while playing and only speaks when she got an idea about how to solve enigma or difficult game who implies being coordinate. 

You didn’t have to anything in such mission she will synchronise her game with you don’t question her. I don’t know how she is doing it but she can no matter if you tend to push way to quickly every button or if you’re a slow one. One look from her and she does it 

She is really god any games it piss me off

When you struggle at an enigma that you decided to resolve on your own she will either give you tiny tips or just ask you to just stop right now get some tea and try again later when you’ll be more relax 

The only problem with her is she wants to help so much that she might do everything on her own especially if one of your mission imply fighting (like kill a boss together to unlock another level) she would quickly get over it without questioning you and you end up getting so many xp and items while you didn’t ever touch anything 

She wants to help you so much poor thing ♡ 

Also if you’re hurt during a game or if you life are pretty low she would stop everything in order to heal you. Even if it’s very cute from her, it piss you off cause now you have to start again because both of you died together. 

9/10 she is the best she cooks cookie prepare some tea for you. 

Armin - strategic 

i love him I really do 

But you can’t play with him 

He needs to make a plan on every mission, Like sweetie just relax you need to chill a little bit. 

Although he tends to overthink everytime He is very good when your goal is to kill a boss, cause he will do two jobs : healing and helping you to kill him. Give him 5 min and he will give you a whole tactics so you can fight the boss easily and earn even more xp. He won’t be afraid to go and heal you too if you’re in need and would never judge you if you’re struggling (even if he guides you during the game) he understand that the game is pretty difficult. 

He is good to with enigma like it’s just sound quite easy for him. All he has to do is read the thing and BANG he got the solution how can you do that ?

He will even explain the whole thing so you could also resolve enigma with him 

The problem is he is way too slow, if your level implies being coordinate it would take you forever until being able to finish the game. Especially because he is not comfortable with a joystick like they got way too many button and he is not good with coordination so he ends up being confused with the button 

When it came to videotgameswhere all of you have to work in coordination, he is always slow. He really tries but he is always way too slow, but he counterbalances his lack of skills with his minds so after you’ll lose because he couldn’t manage to do something within 30s he’ll find a solution to win 

It’s really funny to play a cop-game with him on Fortnite cause he’s like « y/n why would you play at such a game ? What’s the point of killing people ? » and he is the one who is throwing a grenade and shoot at the same time so a lot of people can dies with one shot or planing a trap so a lot of people might die at the same time. He is very dangerous when he wants to just saying. 

8/10 because sometimes mind isn’t enough and you need skill to win 

Jean - Skill and minds 

Do not let him play with Eren 

I swear don’t do it otherwise they would spend the whole game yelling at each other « you should come quicker Horse face ! » « Oh yeah ? Who’s the one who though that would be wise to attack the boss without getting heal first uh ? Such an idiot bastard » 

It’s not comfortable if you’re playing while being on the phone but it’s so funny to see him getting angry because Eren (as usual) run without thinking about a plan

Like Armin he tends to be very good when it came to resolve enigma or find an enemy’s weakness : all he has to do is to let Eren, Connie and Sasha run at first so he could analyze the boss’ behavior (yeah he totally uses them as guinea pig and he doesn’t regret that especially when he hears Eren getting Angry or Connie complaining it’s so funny) 

Unlike Armin he is pretty food with a controller so he can actually being very efficient as long as Mikasa isn’t around 

He tends to be close to you EVERYTIME and he would even protect you, heal you everytime you got hurt because you protects Connie, Eren or Armin, it’s cute at first but very annoying then because he only focus on you and isn’t into the game anymore. When he turns like that, someone need to tease him about not being good like Eren and he will scream a little bit (how dare you as if he could even be worst than that suicidal bastard) but then he is on it. 

Watch him beating the shit out of the boss 

BUT when it came to games like overcooked when you have to share task he is bad. Not because he isn’t skillful but because he wants to be the chief so badly and of course Eren thought he could be the leader while everyone knows he isn’t coordinate enough to do that. So most of the time Armin is the leader in such a game 

Just give him a task where he has to be quick and he’ll be fine but don’t let him in the same group as Eren, they would argue about who should to this and you’ll end up losing because they argue. 

Also if you’re playing something like a RPG with him he gave you SO MANY things like everytime he drop something this is for you, at this point he doesn’t care about his character (he does but he can’t just not give you something) 

You didn’t ask it but I’m just say it, if you play animal crossing with him he would spoil the shit out of you, can’t blame him he just wants to help so badly. He’ll text you about his plan, the stuff he got he would even help you with flowers. 

8/10 because he tends to flirt with you or argue with Eren so you’ll lose precious time for the mission 

Connie & Sasha - Funny 

I put them together because 1) they tends to play everytime together 2) because they play the same way 3) they share one braincell (meaning either you’re dating connie or Sasha you’ll have to play together) 

One word : a mess 

Always questionnaire why we’re doing this or why we shouldn’t do this, this way 

BUT they’re like very synchronized, it’s like seeing someone and his reflection (sometimes you’re even jealous cause you can’t do that)

They tends to be very effective when you need to coordinate something 

They’re pretty skilled too 

But they can’t make a plan even to save their life 

The number of life you’ll lose because them and Eren decided to run into the boss’ lair without asking permission 

It should be illegal to run that easily anyway 

If Connie is really dumb when It came to enigma 

Sasha is very good to notice tiny elements that actually was the key to resolve the problem 

She tends to be super good to drop every tiny things that was hide behind a tree too a really hunt (but won’t share her things with you if you’re not giving her puppy eyes I’m sorry) 

But Connie is your best allies to fight couple of ennemie at the same time, like you were walking and boom you’re surrounded by NPC and he will come to save you. 

Connie is a protector 

I mean Sasha is too but she more into prevention, safety than protection but if during a game you might be in danger of course she’ll run after you (ask you extra cookies for that) 

Dont expect any of them to be good at enigma or games like overcooked, I mean Sasha might spend her whole call luring about foods while Connie might try to do everything on his own since he is incredible (he says it) 

If you’re calling one of them during a game, it’s actually more entertaining than the game, I can’t explain they’re just super funny

If you’re playing in a RPG that might have a huge map you’ll definitely lose them at some point during your game, they don’t have any sense of direction and since they can’t read a map (that’s me don’t bully me I’m trying) well they get lost and will send you a picture of their screen so you could help them  

6/10 because they’re trying to their best but since they share one brain cell well it’s always more complicated than it should be 

Bonus : Marco Bott - Motivating 

My cute sweetheart 

He is doing is best everytime you call him for a game 

He is so good at overcooked than I’m jealous of him 

Kinda good with Enigma but he is really good when game imply strategic (he also loves how focused you are and how he could motivate you with his plan) 

He doesn’t play at any games that involve war or anything so don’t ask him about a fortnite game he won’t do it 

He really love role-play (not put intended lmao), he is actually a good narrator and is so good at at owning xp : his character might not be the greatest when it came to strength but he is very balanced character 

Playing with him it’s actually relaxing, he never raise his voice and seemed to always find a way to relax anyone that might be too into it. 

Especially good when It came to help Eren and Jean to just shut up and play the game without yelling : don’t ask me how he does that the man is a genius 

If he teams up with Armin during game like Among us you loose any chance to win (I mean if you’re the traitor he would never say it but he noticed so does Armin but won’t say anything about it) the man knows everything, and is able to make you confess it’s really fun to watch but bother you when you’re loosing yourself in your explanation 

When it’s just you two playing a game together and somehow you struggle to resolve an enigma or a level, don’t worry your boyfriend Marco he is

The best cheerleader in the whole univers fight me on this 

+100 ego boost for Y/N 

In the end your resolve that damn enigma 

10/10 yeah I’m not impartial but I love him 

[kalee60]

Kalee. Kal. Hi. Hello.

So I recently got a Tiktok because all the kids these days are doing it and my sister keeps sending me videos 🤦🏼‍♀️🙄 I know.

Anyways

There’s apparently this challenge.

Kalee.

It’s a kiss your best friend challenge.

And all I can think is:

Steve and Bucky.

It could be canon verse. It could be an au.

But like imagine. If you haven’t seen the videos it’s super cute but also cringy because like what if it doesn’t go over well, it would be awkwardddd! They basically just film themselves hangout with their best friend and then try to kiss them and see if they’ve secretly been pining too.

Imagine.

Claire - my gorgeous pocket rocket from the Big Apple 🍎

This ask (that you sent eons ago) could not just be answered with a simple - 'omg, yes - I know right - it's the perfect Stucky scenario - someone should write it'... Because well - I guess somehow it turned out that I could write a little something...

I hope you enjoy this, because without your cheerleading, your throwing of pom poms and generally screaming at me in comments and on here - well writing wouldn't be half as much fun.

So for you Claire - enjoy this little story of two boys, a kiss in the making and a TikTok account 😘

~*~*~*~*~

Nerves rode Bucky as he placed his phone down into the perfect position; camera at the ready, not pressing record yet - but waiting for the signal. Steve was doing the exact same with his phone, only from a slightly different angle, setting it up for their parkour trick - something they were going to post to TikTok later. But although Steve was under the impression he was about to perform a flip off Bucky’s shoulders to grab hold of a tree branch then scale the fifteen foot wall beside it - Bucky had other ideas.

He’d seen a new TikTok challenge that week, it was plastered all over the platform and filled his suggested videos, and since the first time he’d watched one, then devoured another fifty straight away, he’d secretly wanted to do it. Wanted to throw all caution to the wind and seize the moment.

Today was that day.

Bucky Barnes was going to kiss Stevie Rogers right on the lips. His best friend since middle school, the boy, now man that he’d secretly loved for over a decade - and although Bucky could have thought of a million different ways to show Steve how he felt - he’d just never had the courage. At least if the video bombed, he could still put it up as a laugh and hopefully Steve would see the joke and it wouldn’t ruin their friendship - hopefully.

So Bucky waited for Steve to finish fiddling with his phone and camera positioning, which was taking him longer than usual to set up, trying to not let the butterflies in his gut take over.

Steve finally looked up, face flushed red like he’d already performed the stunt and Bucky was struck dumb, staring at how beautiful Steve was in the afternoon sunlight. He became lost in the way the shadows from the trees created patterns across Steve’s tightly toned body, the slight wind whispering to Bucky to take his chance, to not mess it up. And Steve stood before him like a golden god, nervously splaying his fingers, cracking his knuckles while staring back at Bucky with an unreadable expression on his face. Was he worried about their trick?

“You okay, Pal?” Bucky asked, his voice faltering with the knowledge he was about to change everything - or nothing.

Steve nodded, eyes wide and bright, darting over Bucky’s face, and Bucky took a moment to bask at being in Steve’s full attention.

“Yep,” Steve popped the ‘p’ and ran a hand through his hair, blonde strands sticking up comically, but Bucky didn’t laugh, he’d never seen someone as breathtaking as Steve did in that moment. 

Steve was Bucky’s true north, a steady and unrelenting force at his side - but it went both ways. They’d been through family deaths, relationship fallouts, fights and everything in between, but the one thing that was always unbroken - was they were in it together. No matter what life threw at them, Steve and Bucky were as solid as rock. Unshakable.

And Bucky was probably about to screw it all up.

They closed in on each other, coming to a standstill until only a foot separated them; Steve’s huge blue eyes darted quickly between Bucky’s; there was something different about the look, intense, and Bucky wondered if his own nerves were obvious and Steve was suddenly unsure about the acrobatic feat they were attempting.

“You still want to do this? Haven’t changed your mind?” Bucky asked to make sure, and was surprised when Steve licked his lips and shook his head emphatically.

“No, I’m sure - more sure than I’ve ever been about anything.”

Bucky smiled, Steve being dramatic about their parkour tricks was not unusual, but the way Steve’s cheek twitched and how his foot tapped on the ground was not normal behaviour. And Bucky couldn’t help but start to worry that his idea to surprise-kiss Steve wasn’t the greatest one, wasn’t something he should be trying, as it seemed Steve was janky - wound up.

“Alright, Stevie. If you’re sure.”

Resolve filled Steve’s features as they both turned on their cameras, and once set up, Steve took an almost hesitant step forward.

Bucky held his breath.

It was the moment of truth. 

They’d practised the trick so many times, had to start toe to toe for it to work, Steve pushing off Bucky to sprint to the wall, running vertically up the side of it, to twist around and jump off Bucky’s shoulders and flip onto the tree branch, shoving off it then using his momentum to run up the rest of the wall. Finally gripping the lip and climbing over it. 

They’d gone over it at least thirty times.

No injuries as of yet.

But this time, just as Steve pressed forward, Bucky yanked him in - at the exact same time as Steve flew forward, completely catching Bucky off guard as he was heading in the wrong direction than expected, he was moving towards Bucky instead of pushing away - and their heads slammed together with a loud thud.

And instead of taking the defeat of the moment graciously, Bucky was in too deep, had waited too long, had it all planned out - and so as Steve rubbed his forehead looking as mortified at what had transpired as Bucky, Bucky once again leant forward. Only to find Steve pitching towards him too, and for the second time in less than three seconds their skulls cracked against the other.

“- holy shit, Barnes. Are you going to let me kiss you or not?”

“- Steve you fucking menace, I’m trying to kiss you!”

The silence was deafening as their words mingled together and wide ocean blue eyes met stormy silt infused grey-blue ones in shock.

“- what did you…?”

“- did you just...?”

Once again talking at the same time, they both trailed off, and the words started to sink into Bucky’s fried brain. Steve was trying to kiss him. Him.

Slack jawed, he could only stare at Steve whose expression mimicked his own, clearly having come to the same realisation about Bucky. He managed to swallow the obscenely thick lump in his throat and with a small tremor in his hand, reached up to place it on Steve’s forehead where a red mark was forming - rubbing the spot gently with his thumb. Steve’s eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed.

With the last tendrils of fear slipping away, Bucky trailed his fingers down the side of Steve’s face before reaching behind his head, gripping the base of Steve’s neck. Then stopped.

Steve’s breathing laboured, coming in sharp and Bucky tightened his grip, loving the way Steve’s eyes fluttered half shut before they opened again, trying not to lose contact with Bucky’s.

Steve was stunning, so responsive and Bucky licked his lips, loving how Steve’s attention snagged on his mouth immediately.

“Can I?” Bucky husked, and Steve nodded jerkily when Bucky’s fingers played with the silky strands of Steve’s hair as he leant in.

The first meeting of their lips lacked the pain of slammed heads and teeth - but it was perfect in every way. Steve’s lips were plush, soft and pliant under Buckys as Bucky took control of the kiss, pressing forward into Steve’s heat. Bucky’s other hand came up to cup Steve’s face tenderly, unable to express how it felt to be kissing his lifelong friend after so many years of yearning for it, Bucky almost at the point where he thought it could never happen. The fact Steve kissed him back - enthusiastically, made his heart thump louder and harder until it was all he could hear in his mind.

After a moment, Bucky pulled away, resting his forehead on Steve’s, mindful of the tender place they’d cracked heads minutes earlier, and couldn’t stop the rasped laugh that escaped.

“You laughing at the way I kiss, Barnes?” Steve sassed with a smile in his voice.

Bucky chuckled, “no, not at all.” He paused a second to gather his thoughts, “I just can’t believe I set this up to kiss you on camera for TikTok, so damn nervous the whole time you’d freak out and punch me - and you were doing the exact same thing.”

Steve grinned and pulled away enough so that he could stare into Bucky’s eyes, the emotion shining from his beautifully clear expression stole the breath from Bucky’s lungs.

“How long?” Steve asked with a whisper. And Bucky wanted to lie, to tell him it wasn’t long, that he’d only just realised if only to stop himself looking too much like a sap.

He didn’t lie.

“The day you punched Deon Franklin when he asked me for a tongue kiss while calling me those terrible names.”

Steve’s stunned look spoke volumes, “Bucky. We were sixteen.”

“And…?” Bucky winced at Steve’s incredulous tone.

Suddenly Steve laughed hysterically, and Bucky started to back up, but before he got too far, Steve grabbed his biceps stopping him in his tracks. “Oh no you dont. You do know why I punched him right?”

“Because he was a dick?”

“Well apart from that.” Steve said wryly and took a deep breath, letting Bucky go. “It’s because he upset you. And I was desperate for your attention - wanted that kiss he so crudely demanded as a joke.”

“What…” Bucky stammered out, “You wanted me back then too?”

Steve smiled indulgently at him. “You didn’t think I stuck around just for your personality did you?”

Bucky roared with laughter, elated at the turn of events and grabbed Steve, slamming their mouths together, and soon the kiss morphed from chaste and exploratory to something meaner, something heavier. Pushing Steve up against the tree, the small noise from Steve’s throat as the bark dug into his skin set something feral off in Bucky and he kissed deeper, shoving his tongue further until both of them struggled for air.

A loud beeping infiltrated Bucky’s hearing and he reluctantly pulled away, adoring the slack jawed and glazed look in Steve’s eyes way too much. Wanting Steve to look up at him with that exact same expression but with a lot less clothing and a lot more privacy in place.

“Want to do the trick still?” Bucky questioned as he walked over and grabbed his phone to stop the alert that he was running out of video. When Steve didn’t answer he looked back over his shoulder and almost dropped his phone.

Steve was leaning limp against the tree, clearly half hard and staring after Bucky like he’d just gifted him the world. When in actual fact, it was Steve who’d done that for him.

Bucky stalked back over, gripping Steve’s chin, kissing him soundly one more time, and Steve immediately went pliant under his touch, oh boy, they were going to have so much fun.

“How about instead, we go back to mine and see what other tricks we can come up with?”

Steve’s breathing came in faster and harder and a broken ‘yes’ worked its way out of his throat, Bucky catching the word in his mouth as he kissed Steve again.

Bucky smirked as he pulled away, helping Steve stand upright.

“But, only on the condition that we tape it.” Steve said in a voice deep and rich, and Bucky was suddenly on the back foot when Steve smiled deliciously at him, eyes full of dirty promises.

Dry mouthed and vibrating from anticipation, Bucky followed Steve to his car, walking in a slight daze at what had transpired in only twenty minutes.

And all Bucky was certain of, was that although his TikTok kiss hadn’t gone to plan - everything else would fall into place.

Just the way it was meant to.

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

If Glee did a Taylor Swift Tribute Episode...

Just my opinions, feel free to add on to them. I know I have some fellow gleek swifties following me. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Obviously they have to do some of the hits but I think some people would have some out of the box picks.

*This post assumes all Taylor songs are available to choose from as of May 14th 2021 but focuses on Taylor’s first 6 albums (if you want more glee and Taylor I have fics with that; LOVER and FOLKLORE) and takes liberties with where this episode’s placement is in terms of canon. But since it’s all made up anyway who cares (but Blaine’s involved so I guess season 3 idk).*

Okay, trying to do a full plot here (completely inspired by @kurtdeservesbetter head canon posts. I hope this lives up to her fabulous posts). This will be my version of glee so everyone gets solos and Rachel can’t hog the spotlight. Also, this is about to be super long (both post wise and episode wise).

Let’s open the first episode with

...Ready For It because the New Directions are in their reputation era. Santana does the opening cough centerstage. Everyone in black and/or camo green outfits (can you just see Kurt in a dark green bedazzled snake jacket, Santana in a black leather dress, and Tina digging out some goth clothes for people to borrow?), snakes everywhere, but probably no Karyn (she just wouldn’t fit on the auditorium stage). Santana takes the first verse but we have Blaine step up for verse 2. (I just love their friendship in the Michael tribute, cute little badasses are BACK. Also him singing “Burton to this Taylor” is such a Klaine thing to do).

Everyone is still dressed in their rep outfits but we’re in the choir room now. Mr. Schue is talking about why Taylor had to disappear and clap back with rep, how rough the industry is for women and tries to uplift the ladies in the room and encourage them to not silence their voices (cue snarky comment from Santana about Rachel needing to be silent).

Then, Mr. Schue goes on about how you can only understand how Taylor got to her rep era by studying her earlier music. So we have a performance of Tim McGraw. Simple, front of the choir room performance, maybe Puck does guitar, and sitting on stools.

Everyone is surprised to find out how pumped Sam is for this assignment but he is all over it. “It's about time we did some country in this room.” Cue Sam and Quinn at her locker talking about their ‘date’ last night, Sam’s all cute and teasing and Quinn is not into it. She tells him it was fun but she was wrong, they shouldn’t do this again. In turn, he does a wonderful performance of Bye Bye Baby. He thought it was more but clearly he’s “a part of her past.”

Then, we’re in the empty choir room. Tina and Mike are there. (I love their cutesy duets) They sing Everything Has Changed and it’s utterly adorable. Can’t you hear Mike asking Tina if she’s “good to go” like Ed does? And while we’re on the subject of cute duets and RED, we flash to the courtyard to see Santana and Brittany. They turn Stay Stay Stay into a duet. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time,” “before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me,” “no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad, mad, mad,” and “it’s occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” it’s perfect for them. Adorable ladies kisses are had.

Let’s toss in some boy drama for fun. Idk shit about football but somehow Puck is praised by their coach over Finn, which gets him all pissy, and Puck’s upset and jealous because Finn is back with Quinn now (this is why Quinn shut Sam now earlier, she changed her mind). Can we say duet of Bad Blood? “So if you’re coming my way...just don’t.”

After their dramatics, we have a Brittany solo in the choir room. It’s after school at this point (or whenever glee club is). Brittany does You’ll Always Find You Way Back Home.

When she finishes Mr. Schue tries to explain that it’s a Hannah Montana song. Britt injects that it’s confusing how she’s really Miley Cryus “like how can you be two people at once?”. Before Mr. Schue can continue, Kurt pipes up “you never specified that the songs had to be sung by Taylor Swift, just that they were her songs.” Mercedes adds, “yeah, Mr. Schue, Taylor wrote that song.” Mr. Schue concedes that he has once again been outwitted by Kurtcedes. The friends do their little hand shake thing.

With a sigh, Mr. Schue asks Mike if he’s ready to go and Mike asks to take things to the auditorium for some dancing room. Everyone’s on stage with him and it’s kind of a group number but Mike is the focus. It’s Shake It Off. All inspired by the music video. He’s tried to fit in elsewhere (i.e. football, with the smart kids, etc..) but he’s really himself in glee when he’s dancing.

Part 2 of Taylor Tribute Episodes

We begin with an ALL GIRL NUMBER of A Place In This World. Just because.

Glee is dismissed and we zoom in on Artie. He’s watching Tina with Mike and Brittany with Santana. Both Tina and Britt have broken his heart by this point. So, he’s rolling down the halls singing A Perfectly Good Heart. While Artie’s soloing, we cut to Rachel watching Finn and Quinn chatting. Artie’s song playing over this scene. Rachel is feeling similar to him at the moment.

She’s pretty sure Finn dumped her to be with Quinn again even though Kurt and Blaine told her they saw Quinn and Sam at the movies last night together making out in the back row. Fine, if that’s how he’s going to be, she doesn’t need him anyway. Cue Mr. Perfectly Fine. Uber dramatic solo performance walking around McKinley’s halls watching Finn and Quinn together ending in the auditorium alone. (see what I did there, both broken hearted peeps singing a song with Perfectly in it (this was not at all planned, actually, happy accident))

After some good old heartbreak, we have Kurt and Blaine on screen. Blaine walks into the auditorium to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage. “What’s all the fuss?” he asks from the door. Kurt had texted him “EMERGENCY.” The band starts to play and Kurt just starts singing, Enchanted. It’s time to profess their love for each other, just like they sing Perfect together in the car, this duet needs no audience. Blaine catches up and sings while walking towards his boyfriend. It’s very reminiscent of past New Directions competitions where they come in from the back and make their way to the stage. “Wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you?” Kurt and Blaine both know the answer to that question now but just a few months ago they were both wondering that exact thing.

They kiss before we cut to Kurt and Blaine walking hand in hand into the choir room where everyone else is already. Mr. Schue is praising the performances thus far and of course asks Rachel if she’s ready to solo (some practice for her completion solo). This causes an uproar from Mercedes and Santana. Another classic argument of how she gets too many solos. Mr. Schue tries to shut them both down but Santana tells Rachel to watch her back, and we get three very different reactions to this. 

All three girls storm out.

First, we visit Mercedes alone in the courtyard. This solo is all about being hurt over this great thing in her life (glee) and her being denied happiness within that club. Thus, Cold As You. (mostly to indulge myself because she’d blow us away with this song).

Next, Rachel in the auditorium. A huge bridge on stage (very Speak Now Tour of her), belting out Better Than Revenge. Santana’s dropped the last straw (the humiliation, name calling, Finn at one point and now solos,) it’s too much this time.

And finally, Santana walking around McKinley, showing us flashes of Rachel ‘outshining’ her and the rest of glee and Mr. Schue being unfair, while singing Look What You Made Me Do.

Tina walks out at the same time as Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana but no one seems to put two and two together. She feels just as underutilized as the latter two do. She ends up in an empty classroom and sings The Outside. “Nobody ever lets me in” and “on the outside looking in.”

Once the 3, err 4, divas have left the room, Finn sticks up for Rachel. Quinn, of course, has something to say about this along the lines of “you always defend her.” Finn, intimated by her ‘scary Quinn’ fumbles and blurts “because she’s my girlfriend” WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT THIS POINT. Quinn dumps him on the spot, cuts quickly to Blaine and Kurt sharing some ‘oh my god, can you believe this’ expressions, and vanishes from the room.

By this point, Rachel is long gone from the auditorium but the bridge is still there.

Here’s where we go way off script but imagine, Quinn has decided to just quit boys. They’ve all failed her anyway, she’s better off being alone. She walks up the bridge and thinks to herself “god Rachel’s so dramatic, where did this thing even come from” before it hits her “fuck, I’m as bad as Finn. I want her.” Then, she starts singing Clean to herself in the auditorium, likely tearing up throughout and ending with a good cry. (Because Dianna would DELIVER with Clean.)

While Quinn is having a sexuality crisis, the rest of glee is still happening. They’re discussing upcoming competition and debating solos and songs.

Kurt’s all: “Mr. Schue, if I may” and performs a lovely rendition of Call It What You Want. Those opening lines are too good. “My castle (ie McKinley) crumbled overnight, brought a knife to a gun fight (ie couldn’t fight off Dave Karofsky), “I’m doing better than I ever was ‘cause my baby’s fit like a daydream,” and “at least I did one thing right.” When he’s done, Blaine’s a mess in the back of the choir room, and Mr. Schue says: “not really what we’re looking for but very nice, Kurt” however, Kurt’s too busy sitting beside Blaine teasing him about blushing.  

Then, the missing girls return to the room having sung out their emotions. Quinn, having realized her feelings for Rachel, ends up soloing You Belong With Me to the New Directions in the choir room. Odd looks all around, no one knows what’s up with her and why does she keep glancing at Rachel? (Faberry just fit so well I had to add it, don’t know if I’m a shipper or not but it’s here now) (also thanks to @spicygemini for pointing out the obvious “Quinn would have ate YBWY”).

Mr. Schue wants to move the group to the audition to perform their final number of the Taylor Swift tribute well but Tina asks to sing first. He’s surprised but allows it, taking a seat with the rest of the New Directions.

Tina sings Beautiful Ghosts. “Watch from the dark, wait for my life to start” because New Directions is refusing to use her talents AGAIN. She’s singing this to Rachel and the girls who were in the Treble Tones. Because she absolutely SMASHES this number, the glee kids agree she gets solo for their next competition (and they deliver on that promise).

To conclude Part 2 of the Taylor tribute episode, we have a group performance of Long Live. “One day we will be remembered”, “all the years we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now”, “for a moment a band of thrives in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” ie wining completions, “when they look at the pictures please tell them my name...”