#tftws

[i-like-superheros]

Love this parallel

#mcu universe #mcu fandom #mcuedit #mcu icons #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #anthony mackie #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #tftws #wanda vision #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #scarlett witch #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness

[anna1306]

7/13

I have been writing in English for almost a year, and I haven't written anything for MCU, one of my favourite fandoms? I am shocked with myself

Stay forever

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Sometimes Sam wondered how he got in this situation.

Of course he wanted to be the hero. He went to serve his country in military, then - help others who couldn't come back to peaceful life. He became Falcon to help Captain America in saving people. And he finally took the shield to become someone more. There was no question in how he got here.

There was hard situation with his family. Sarah and the boys needed attention, time, help, especially after these 5 years. And even if this contradicted with his job as a hero, he still could find time for them, running back and forth between his duties and family. No question again.

But he still got one. One big question that was standing near the stove. This question was frying something, wearing only underwear. Sam's head was pounding from yesterday drinks and he didn't want to know why he was covered in bruises and hickeys, though he had quite a distinct idea.

"If I turn around and see a sour face, I would throw toast at you." Barnes warned and Sam coughed from the suddenness of it. He went to sit at the table, still watching Bucky cook something in his small kitchen.

"Then you better not look in the mirror." The joke was half-minded, Sam almost didn't think on it. He was still surprised about what was going on, even if yesterday he fully consent to it. Barnes scoffed.

"You liked my face yesterday." He answered not even a second later. Sam wasn't sure if he liked silent, more reserved Barnes, or this one.

"I know what you are doing. It's your evil plan to burn down my kitchen." Sam tiredly answered, watching Bucky pouring coffee into his cup. Shit, how did he manage to pick the right one from the first try.

"If I wanted to kill you, Sammy..." Bucky put a mug in front of Wilson and smiled almost menacingly. "I would have fucked you to death yesterday." Sam choked on air, as Barnes turned back to the stove, almost not caring about what he had just said.

They always had this friends/rivals relationships. Well, after the Winter Soldier incident. Those days they were enemies. But they had never stepped over the line. Sam thought he loves women, Bucky... Was in his own head.

Wilson couldn't imagine that one simple evening of drinks in the bar and then at home could result in... Whatever it was yesterday.

"You liked it, don't be grumpy." Bucky put the plates on the table. "You have your thoughts written all over your face." He scoffed, returning with the toasts. Sam wanted to say something, but stopped, noticing what Bucky was doing.

"Dude, what the hell?" He pointed at Barnes' hand. He just... Took sizzling toasts from the pan and put them on plates. With fingers.

"What?" He shrugged. "I couldn't find spatula." Bucky sat at the table and looked at Sam with a smirk. "Eat. I know you have a free day today and I don't plan on letting you out of this flat, you gonna need some energy."

Alright, the world was doomed with this one.

***

Sam could deal with the fact that they slept with Bucky from time to time. The fact that almost hundred years old person knew how to make ideal pancakes and addicting bacon and eggs. The fact Barnes always knew his tastes and was bringing two coffees to the briefing or knowing what ice cream he had in stock in his fridge. But this...

"I envy you." Sarah managed to say this after ten minutes of laughter. Sam looked at her almost offended. "No boyfriend of mine ever gave me a bouquet like this."

Sam was still looking at this big monstrosity that was delivered to Sarah's house with a note "From B to S". Roses, lilies, other flowers, unidentified by Sam, all red and white, it seemed like there were hundreds of them.

"Maybe it's yours." Sam tried to get rid of it. What the hell, he didn't even had a vase at the flat, what was Barnes thinking?! Hell, why his first thought was about the vase?!

"Nonono, it's not a broken jar of jam you could blame me for and we are not kids. And supersoldier from forties doesn't pine after me. It's your ass he's after." Sarah still snickered, taking the bouquet with an 'oof'. Sam hurried over to help her.

He didn't say anything in response to her teasing. Didn't say anything while she cut the wrapping and started to sort the flowers into several vases she had. They wouldn't fit all of the flowers, but at least some would be saved. He didn't say anything at all, doing everything mechanically.

"Earth to Sam!" Sarah snapped her fingers right at his face, making him shiver "You are all up in your head, tell me what is going on."

"I... Don't know what you are talking about." Wilson tried to concentrate on the scissors in his hands, but his sister had none of it. She put her hand on top of his and sighed.

"I had never. And I mean never got something like this. And I had never seen you in a state like this also. So spill it, Sam." She almost ordered. Sam looked away, but sighed. She wouldn't get off his back, he knew his sister that much.

"I don't know what is going on. I mean, we slept together, which is... Surprising as it is. But that's it. This is just so..."

"Unexpected?" Sarah asked, and Sam nodded. The woman sighed, putting away everything and going to the coffee machine. Couple of minutes they spent in their own thoughts and silence.

"Let's start from the beginning. You are friends and colleagues, right?" Sarah started. Sam nodded, looking at the cup with hot coffee. "Did you notice something before your first... You know?"

"No... Normal day, normal Barnes. I mean as far as you can call him normal." Sam answered quietly.

"Mhm... And after you started your... Rodeos?" Sarah didn't look teasing, she was probably uncomfortable to discuss relationships with her brother, but... He had been only with women. And Sarah knew a thing or two about men, so Sam didn't ask further or questioned her motives.

"He brings me coffee. Cook for me sometimes and it's not awful." Sam tried to remember something big and meaningful, but couldn't bring up anything in his mind.

"Alright, little quiz. Did he give you his umbrella at any moment?" Nod. "Did he sit in the corner of some cafe you go to for a snack?"

"Yeah, but he is vet. Really old vet with PTSD and years of pain behind him." Sam remembered other vets he used to work with. Bucky could join one of these groups... Maybe he would even find someone his age.

"Alright, that's out of the question, got it. Did he... Go out of his way to fetch you something or buy something."

"No." Sam scoffed and thought for a moment under a watchful eyes of Sarah. "I mean I didn't force him to leave the flat to bring me food when I was sick..."

"But he did it, right? He worries for you at missions, he always closes windows, so you won't get sick, he never really get angry with you, only when it's really something serious or you could get injured. He pays attention to you and your words, even if he doesn't agree with it and listens to you overall. Am I right?"

"Yes... Yes, but..." Sam didn't understand the point of conversation, but his sister didn't let him finish.

"He is deep in love with you." Sarah ended her speech. "You started with adult things and now he is trying to get every other aspect. Men. You always think you are subtle, when we see everything." She scoffed. "You are lucky he is getting romantic."

"But... He would say something!"

"Bucky? Who is traumatized for life and who you called 'emotionless racoon'?" Sarah asked. Sam thought for a moment and lowered his head in defeat.

From one point of view it was good. Sam knew Bucky, Bucky knew him. They trusted each other on missions and beyond that. Romantic relationship was one of logical possible outcomes. But still... It was Sam's first relationship in a long time. Plus the first one relationship with a guy ever.

"Give it some time. And talk to him, god damn it, not just sleep with him!" Sarah pushed him into the shoulder, making Sam jokingly gasp. He would think about it later. Much later.

***

"You look creepy."

"Eat your pasta, it will get cold." Barnes didn't even wait a second before answer. Sam rolled his eyes, taking his fork. Bucky did look very strange in the comfy cute cafe, but he acted very natural. More natural than nervous Sam.

"Is this a date?" He finally managed to ask, shoving a fork with spaghetti in his mouth, glancing from time to time at Barnes. The latter stopped eating, looking at Sam questioningly.

"You ask stupid questions. No, it's Zemo release party." Sam scoffed at bad joke. "Of course it's a date."

"I just... I am surprised that you know basic rules of dating." Sam tried to hide his confusion under sarcasm as well. Bucky shrugged, taking his glass with wine.

"You thought I'm good only in fucking?" He asked nonchalantly. Sam coughed from surprise. He should have been used to this, but serious tone of Bucky and his neutral face... "Look, I really don't understand your confusion and everything. It's funny, but not in a long run. Mind telling me?"

Sam sighed, shoving another fork with spaghetti in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. It wasn't that Barnes wasn't lovely. He was attentive, he listened well and had a great memory on dates and everything else, but... He was a guy. He was Bucky Barnes, Steve's best friend. He had been Winter Soldier, who tried to kill him. Yes, he was good in bed, but something more than 'fun' with the man like him...

"I just don't understand. I thought it was just a fling. Just couple of... Nights and that's all. Were you like this in forties?" Sam asked Barnes. He thought for a moment, sipping on a wine.

"With guys? No, don't exactly remember dates. Only like go for a coffee if I had money. Or better, to some cheap bar. You know, where no one would see that you sit uncomfortably close." He placed the glass back on the table. "It's not forties anymore. It's 21st century where no one would care if I were to take you to the bathroom and..."

"I think that they would care about, you are messy." Sam stopped Barnes before his thoughts could lose concentration again. He was serious only on missions and even that was questionable too. Right now Bucky was sitting across him, smirking satisfied and ready to drop some more dirty details if needed.

"Shame. But if you asked about my love to guys, yes. I have been like this my whole life. Have you seen Steve? Commandos grew a bit gay side just by looking at him." He joked again, now putting a hand on top of Sam's hand. "But I am serious about you. I am a bit... Slow after all that happened. So we started off the last base, but that doesn't mean that I don't see you like constant partner. Or are we allowed to call each other boyfriends now?" He looked a bit puzzled, but Wilson knew better than to trust this sly pretender.

"I think yes... I have never been with guys. And before you put some dirty joke out there - I mean romantically. Physically we tried everything, I think." Sam sighed in surprise and blushed, when Barnes took his hand and kissed his fingers.

"It's not very different from any other dating you had." He answered, letting go of his hand. "Eat faster, I want to try something else with you. Physically."

He would die with Barnes' stamina...

***

Sleeping with Barnes was interesting thing. It was hot, it was hard, it was good. And it wasn't only about sex. Bucky was like koala, hugging him in his slumber, not letting Wilson go from his hands. And if Sam was to wake up first in the morning, if he managed to get out of bed, Barnes was woken up immediately and very very grumpy about it.

This time though Sam wasn't awakened from tight hug or hands getting where they shouldn't be. This time he was awakened from squirming and whines coming from beside him.

It took him couple minutes to understand what was going on. Barnes, who usually held him close in his arms, now was clutching the mattress and breathing hard.

Sam knew that after everything that Bucky had went through, there should be enough nightmares for the next twenty years. But he had never witnessed Barnes in a state like this. Wilson moved in bed, turning the lights on, and turned back to face Bucky. He put hand on his warm shoulder. Shit, it felt like he was burning.

"Barnes... Barnes!" He didn't react, his shaking only worsened. "James!" Sam shook him stronger. Reaction was fast and for a moment Wilson even got scared. In a split second Bucky got him on his back, with metal arm tightening its grip around his throat and mad eyes, looking at his face in the slight darkness of the room.

Nearly a minute was spent in tensed silence, Sam was laying on his back, watching Bucky carefully and afraid to even move a muscle as to not trigger him more, while Barnes slowly came to his senses. He released Wilson's throat and breathed out hoarsely, moving away from Sam.

"I... I didn't mean to... Sorry." Bucky said quietly and quickly. He was ready to flee at any moment. But Sam didn't let that happen. He grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, making him lay down again. It was Bucky's time to be hugged tightly and held in warm hands.

"Don't pull away." Sam sighed, holding unusual stiff Bucky. "It's okay. Everyone has nightmares."

"It's not everyone's nightmares, Sam... It's..."

"Your memory. I know." Wilson interrupted him. Always strong, witty and stoic Bucky sounded broken, quiet and almost scared. "But it doesn't mean that it's your fault."

"You don't know what I saw."

"No, I don't. And if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But it isn't your fault that you had to do all of this back then. And it isn't your fault that you tried to choke me. I can be very irritating, I know." He snickered, trying to joke. But Bucky definitely wasn't in the mood. He touched skin on Sam's neck with shivering fingers.

"I could have killed you..." He whispered.

"But you didn't do it. You stopped." Sam was caressing his hair, listening to his breath, which was slowly getting calmer. "I am very much alive."

Bucky finally hugged him back. His grip tightened in a mere second, and he pressed himself in Sam as hard as he could. Wilson didn't even grumble about that. He needed it. They both needed it. Even if he acted calm, he nearly had been choked to death, of course he needed some form of comfort at least.

It took five minutes for Bucky to breath calmer. He slowly was relaxing and that was definitely good. He let Sam comfort him and hold him, he trusted him in his most vulnerable moment. Wilson count that as huge win.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Bucky mumbled in Sam's neck. The latter snickered and looked at Barnes. His heart clenched with pain. How much pain he had in himself... And he finally trusted not anyone, but him... No, they would definitely be okay.

"Well... I can't promise you forever, you are heavy after all. But for this night I can do this. Maybe couple of times later." He said quietly, but now his joke was answered with quiet giggle.

"I love the sound of that." Bucky sounded more sleepy with every second. Sam only smiled, looking down at Barnes, getting lost in his thoughts.

Barnes was powerful and fierce. Always ready to come up with some snarky remark or dirty joke. Ready to just grab Sam and do what he wanted with him. Serious on missions and easy at home.

This contrast was surprising. Bucky was like a scared child. Ready to fight or flight on the spot. There was fear in his eyes, panic and wish to disappear. And the amount of guilt in his tone was purely heartbreaking.

Sam carefully looked at Barnes, making sure that he was asleep, and kissed his forehead. It was still strange for him to care for this sarcastic war machine, but he could get used to it. And if he could save him in the process from all of his nightmares, well... He was a hero after all.

#marvel #mcu #the falcon and the winter soldier #tftws #falcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #winter soldier #winterfalcon #sam x bucky

[local-maenad]

Very happy to find out Red Wing is an actual falcon in the comics, very sad to see he is not in the movies

#marvel #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #tftws #sam wilson #red wing #:( #first alpine #then max #and now this?!

[kara-knuckles]

I wonder how quickly I will get Hoederer. First pull? Over 200? Something in-between?

W was a YOLO roll. I was saving for her, but by the time of Stultifera Navis I only had slightly more than 100k Orundum. I don't remember if I rolled until the first 6* or only used free pulls, but I didn't get any limiteds. Then, on the last day of the banner, I had this strong urge to throw one last multi at it, and there was the roach!

Ines was roll 123 (and, since I was rolling multis, it cost full 130). I was running dangerously low on Orundum, since Yato required full 120 pity, but thankfully Ines was merciful in the end, and also brought a bunch of nice units along. I have entire Rhodes Island faction collected thanks to her!

#Arknights #Hoederer #Ines #Ines Arknights #W Arknights #not me doing calculations for upcoming collab and Ascalon #i was planning to roll TFTW until the first 6* #i don't have Horn/Stainless #and i want Ines pots #but now it only gets one multi to celebrate my 3rd anni of starting AK #i have over 250 pulls saved at the moment #pretty sure Hoederer is guarantied at this point

[theilludens]

one day i will write a piece of fanfiction and that passes the betchdel test… however today is not that day

#i promise you i like women #i promise you that i am a feminist… its just the minecraft men #i can’t escape them #hermitcraft #dsmp #sbi #fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #anyways im almost finished with the next tftw chapter #illu.txt

[queerbaitesque]

just watched a video essay about disney using gay stories to make straight movies and shows and got reminded of the absolute MESS tftws and loki were

#like loki was just. so bad. oh my god. tftws at least had sam and bucky and zemo and was fun #loki was soooo bad omg #and marvel shows have just gotten worse i didnt even think that was possible ssdkgjhsf #tried watching she hulk cause my dad wanted to. we both gave up. its literally unwatchable

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

funny how none of these people gave a shit when f-tws did actual real world harm and made the fandom hostile and unsafe for trauma survivors who dared speak up and are silent on how sam, who is captain fucking america, has been entirely side-lined in favour of a privileged white woman based off a nazi

^^^ exactly! theres a difference between genuinely being upset that rep is bad or that the source material wasnt followed and just disguising personal biases (read: racism, ableism, islamophobia, antisemitism, need i go on) as criticism. these are the same people who still dont see sam as cap, and in a specific case, said that they could not relate to the show but they could relate to thor, bc theyre a middle-aged white man like. ok can you also summon a hammer and call lightning. if you are picking and choosing what harm to accept and what to pretend to fight against while claiming that you are working against all harm, you are not only lying, but you are actively making things worse.

#gods like barely anyone said shit about the cop propaganda and victim blaming in tftws #no one said shit when sam is COMPLETELY sidelined as cap #hell literally in ms marvel when camp lehigh has that home of captain america banner #not only are they referring to steve #but theyre literally saying his home was the military fucking base where he got the serum #and people are fucking? celebrating this?? #if you really care about rep as much as you liked harassing people about it #then maybe youd fucking say something about that as well #worship peggy carter and accept that your beloved steve rogers who is apparently still captain america even when he passed it on would live #happy with a nazi who plays a hand in his best friend suffering alone in agony #while abandoning 98% of everyone hes loved and whos loved him #and turn around and say that since ms marvel isnt a play by play of every single comic of her you just CANT watch it. #the tree speaks #asks

[monstermaster13]

TftW: Don’t Call Me Freak

Sometimes it doesn’t pay to bully those who are weird or are different from you, and today’s villainous protagonist certainly will learn that lesson. Stephanie Hadingham was a former school rival of Nathan’s, she was a manipulative and controlling diva who wanted things her way and when she didn’t get that, she berated and berated until she did.

She never believed anything Nathan said and viewed him as a freak just because he wrote transformation fiction about Dan Aykroyd or rather about being him, of course she didn’t know that it was a bad idea to do that. ‘Nathan is targeting me on my account just because I liked one post that says that people that believe in the supernatural are freaks. It staggers me that this person is a huge part of the Aykroyd fandom and he ruins it with his

“Nate are you going to stand for this?”

“Of course not, time to take out this trash.”

Nathan rolled his eyes…’I’m not even the main part of the fandom, dummy.’ ‘But you are ignoring the part about attacking me based on a post I liked.’ ‘Does that even matter? Why do you even hate me anyway? It seems all you ever do is whine about how i’m fetishizing John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd by wanting to be them.’

“Which you do, you do that…’

‘Oh…I suppose you think that your trashy taste in men justifies your reason for attacking me, then?’ ‘But you seriously do some not normal insane things, you fetishize poor Dan and John by fetishizing them and writing about them in a way that sounds like porn.’

“Really? I should be so lucky if I get that good.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“No, I figured that if you are going to keep on like this..”

‘You what? Are you going to fetishize me like you did to two very real people? Because don’t act like you don’t that, I have been raised on Deviantart and all the weird fandoms, you so want to be them and it is totally gross and shit. Do you think Dan would like this if you met him IRL? Uh no, he’d think you’re a creepy and not normal, fans don’t do what you do, not normal, freako, freako, eeew!’ ‘Really? What? Haven’t you ever seen the Changed, FNF, Madness Combat, or Guilty Gear fanbase? Those guys are pretty fucked up, even worse than I ever could be.’

“So…that doesn’t matter, what you do isn’t right.”

‘You think you can speak for what Dan likes and doesn’t like? That’s cute, he’s not yours, you cannot make him do whatever you want, that’s something I establish in my work, I don’t claim I am him, or that I can control him. Also…the man is a weirdness magnet, he slept with a ghost once, he had dreams about mutant babies, he has seen actual aliens and ghosts, i’m sure one little story wouldn’t be enough to weird him out.’

“What? How dare you…”

‘How dare I..what, question you, yeah i’m questioning you. Trust me, you need help more than I do.’ ‘But you don’t belong in the Aykroyd fandom. You’re not normal.’ ‘Well you’re a freak yourself, nobody is normal, nobody knows what normal is. In this world if you cannot put up with the strange and unusual, you’ll just have to change to fit it.’

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Nathan’s eyes gave off an ominous glow as he chanted, his chants began to echo in Stephanie’s ears, which made her squirm a little. ‘How are you doing that?’ ‘I have actual supernatural powers, don’t you remember?’ ‘Uhhhh…’ ‘Of course you do. But be glad that i’m not as horrifying as what is about to happen to you.’

Stephanie attempted to get answers out of him but he disappeared before she could, only to run into a rather nasty surprise an hour later. An hour later while waiting for her boyfriend to call her, she found herself entering what appeared to be some kind of combined asylum and therapy building.

Looking around she could see a koala-girl doctor with green hair…’Hello, Stephanie. You must be my next patient, I am Doctor Eucalyptus. Now my friend tells me there is something wrong with you.’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with me, i’m a normal person.’ ‘Not from what Nathan has told me, Nathan says you were bigoted to him for being an Aykroyd fan that is different than normal fans. He also told me you think that supernatural beings are freaks.’ ‘Well they are.’

Eucalyptus hit Stephanie with her notepad…’What was that for?’ ‘Trust me, just be glad I don’t have any weapons with me. Now there is a term for what you have, what you have is Extreme Hypocrite Disorder.’ ‘I don’t have any disorders.’ ‘Oh yes you do and you are in denial of it.’ ‘Stop this..’ ‘I won’t stop this just because you told me to, I am the doctor here and unless you want me to use your internal organs to make lunch meat for the asylum’s cafeteria, you better listen to me.’

“I must be dreaming.”

‘You are not dreaming…you’re delusional. Here, let me show some of the other patients.’ The koala-girl showed Stephanie down a hall-way of patients she had encountered before. One patient was a male who thought they were Martin Short despite not being them, and one thought that they were a reincarnated god.

“I’m not like these people.”

“Oh yes, you are.”

‘I don’t belong here…’ ‘Oh but you do, let me help you, help you to get rid of that disorder you have.’ ‘This is going to get horrifying isn’t it?’ ‘It doesn’t have to.’

She attempted to try and make a run for it only to run into a couple of members of the hospital staff, the staff in this case all being Dan Aykroyd characters. ‘Aykroyds? So many Aykroyds.’ ‘Oh yes, they’re all ours..and I treat them better than you treated Dan to be honest.’

The Aykroyd characters saw Stephanie and began to chase her around the hospital, Dr Eucalyptus smirked as she saw what was happening. ‘Now now, don’t run away from these guys, they only want to help you, and so do I. You act like you don’t want this but yet you do, sounds like you’re jealous.’ ‘Jealous of what? You? You’re a freak, just like all of these people.’

“I may be a freak but I am trying to help you.”

“I don’t want your help, I want out of here!”

She screamed and then tried to pull out her phone, as she pulled out her phone she made a call to her boyfriend. ‘Thomas, baby doll..could you come here and get me out of this hell hole please? I am begging you, please come and save me.’ Unfortunately for her the message she got was…’Thomas cannot reply to your message because he is currently unavailable.’

Stephanie screamed when she saw Thomas with a nasty looking gash on his neck, looking like someone had just slit his neck as he collapsed on the floor and blood dripped down from it. ‘My boyfriend!’ ‘He is doing just fine.’ ‘No he’s not, someone must have killed him.;’

Dr Eucalyptus chuckled, watching as she attempted to get away. ‘I need to find a way out of here.’ She tried to pull the fire alarm level only to get covered in blood, and it was real blood, not special effects.

A couple of patients popped up from behind her and she attempted to convince them to follow her. ‘Come on, let’s get out of here.’ ‘Why? We belong here and so do you. We work here too.’ ‘What? But you’re supposed to be like my mutuals.’ ‘Join us, it’s not so bad.’

She screamed several times as the patients swarmed around her, she attempted to hit one of them with a chair only for Eucalyptus to intervene, she chuckled and smirked. ‘I didn’t think it had to come to this but it’s for your own good, since you won’t let me help you, i’m going to have to fix you myself.’ ‘Fix me?’

“Oh yes, you are very broken, and you need to be fixed.”

“No I don’t.”

Eucalyptus chuckled as she floated over to Stephanie….’Now now, it won’t hurt, at least not in the way that it will mentally scar you or anything, don’t be afraid.’ ‘Why shouldn’t I be?’ Her eyes gave off a supernatural glow as she turned into a tall demonic version of herself with a tail like the one scorpions have complete with a stinger.

She hit Stefanie with her scorpion-like tail, knocking her out before dragging her down-stairs into the lab, with the Aykroyd characters following her. Tom Everett, Austin Milbarge ,Elwood, and Grocer were helping her. ‘You’ve brought us another subject for the experimentation process.’ ‘Indeed I have, boys. Boys, meet Stephanie. She has Extreme Hypocrite Disorder and needs to be fixed.’

“We can do that.”

“As can I…I figured since this one loves Dan so much, how about she becomes him?”

“Oooh, that is such a clever idea.”

The koala-girl placed Stephanie on a table and turned on a machine of sorts which binded her in place, she chanted as dark supernatural energy entered her body, Stephanie squirmed and tried to break free but before she could, invisible needles were jammed into her arm, which caused her to yelp in pain.

She then saw what appeared to be brown hairs growing on her arms, as her arms broadened, the hairs were on her hands too as her hands enlarged and her skin matured, a ring popped off one of her fingers and shattered on the floor as she screamed. ‘What’s going on? My ring…my boyfriend got me that one as a gift.’ ‘Oh you won’t be needing that at all.’

“What?”

The changes spread through her body as a couple buttons on her top popped off while her chest and torso broadened, her breasts retracted into the former as hair grew on her chest and stomach. ‘Aaaw no, not my figure, how am I going to be attractive to my mutuals, if I don’t have my figure?’ She groaned as her stomach broadened and her hips retracted in size, as her privates altered into the more masculine variant.

There were a couple of crunching sounds as her back and shoulders broadened and she slowly grew in height to 6’1, her neckline altered while her hair darkened a little in color and shortened, as her shoes burst open while her feet enlarged, two of the toes sticking together and giving her the appearance of having webbed toes. She felt her face as it altered, her forehead growing a bit as her brow altered and her eyebrows thickened, her left eye turning from blue-ish to greenish while the other turned brown, giving her heterochromia. ‘I’m a monster…’ ‘Why yes, you are. You are indeed a monster but you’re getting better.’

She groaned as her nose broadened and developed a cleft in the middle of it, she felt her rear plumping up a little…’Oh yes, the sexiest part of turning, Eukie definitely thinks so too.’ Of course she didn’t need a mirror to see that she was turning into Dan as her features morphed into an identical copy of his and her voice altered, deepening and contorting, developing Dan’s signature voice and tone.

“There we go, it’s a success.”

“What have you done to me?”

“Well since you love Dan Aykroyd so much, we’ve turned you into him.”

‘You monster, this isn’t fair, turn me back or else.’ ‘Or else what? You’re going to talk about it to your friends, calling me insane?’ Eucalyptus sneered. ‘I am seriously going to do that.’ ‘Nobody is going to believe you, not your friends, not your family, no one.’

“But…”

“Why would they believe someone who they don’t even know?”

Stephanie attempted to berate Eucalyptus for what she had done only for Eucalyptus to chuckle. ‘Aaaaw i’m sorry, but I cannot take your empty threats seriously when you look and sound like Dan. You just sound so cute when you try to be tough.’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh yes, come here you, Dr Eucalyptus has special huggle treatments just for you.’

A sinister smile crept across Eucalyptus’s face as she got closer and closer to Stephanie before stretching her arms to inhumanly long lengths and pulling her or ‘him’ in this case in for a hug. ‘There there, it’s okay, I know this sounds like i’m torturing you but I am doing this to help you, and clearly that old persona of yours was way too annoying and stubborn. So I fixed that a little too.’

“What do you mean by that?”

Stephanie pondered what the koala-girl meant by that but as she or ‘he’ did, she realized that she partially had been given half of Dan Aykroyd’s personality and mannerisms. ‘That’s what I meant by fixing you, you are much nicer like this.’ She was still herself but now she was a lot nicer and she realized what she had done was a mistake. ‘I am sorry I acted the way I did.’ ‘There there, you’re all better now. But there’s two more people you have to apologize to.’

Just then Nathan appeared next to someone who appeared to be another doctor, but the doctor pulled at his face like it were a mask and revealed himself to be the actual Dan Aykroyd underneath. ‘Danny?’ ‘Yes, Stephanie..I heard about what you said. I appreciate that you were thinking of me and all but you were very selfish with me,I am not yours to be controlled, nothing and no one can control me, physical, spectral or otherwise.’ ‘I realize that I have been selfish. Sorry Dan, I should have let others have you too because sharing is caring.’ ‘And what about me?’ ‘Oh alright Nate, I am sorry for insulting your tastes and your stories, I realize now that some people actually do enjoy these sort of stories and that is perfectly fine.’

“There you go, all is better now.”

“Thanks.”

Stephanie/Dan left the hospital and she/he left a much better person as Doctor Eucalyptus smiled. ‘Ah, another happy patient. I love my job.’ She hummed to herself as she went to go and check on another patient. ‘You did a good job Dr Eukie.’ ‘Thanks.’

After she went back to check on another patient, the scene cut to a Tales From The Crypt style bookend of Dan Aykroyd as a horror host. ‘Well then, did you all enjoy this story? I did. Nathan certainly got what he wanted in the end, poor Thomas finally got to know how it felt to be a real pain in the neck but at least he got to appear in the final CUT.’

Dan laughed at his own horror related pun as he held up Thomas’s head…’And also I really got to HAND it to Doctor Eucalyptus for her absolutely top tier treatment of her patients.’ He picked up a severed hand and waved it around for a little bit. ‘You will be happy to know that I have picked Stephanie to be my substitute whenever i’m unavailable, and she does a bang up job, nobody even knows she used to be female. That’s Dr Eucalyptus for you, a true miracle worker. She no longer has anything wrong with her attitude or her head…I think you’ll find she prefers this as opposed to how she used to be, and she learned her lesson. Remember, be careful how you simp. Because some of your mutuals may not agree with you, in fact that you’ll find that the only thing they mutually agree on is that they want you dead, or just to have your head on a plate in general. But don’t worry, she gets to keep hers. Oh don’t you just love it when someone gives you head and lets you keep it?’

He did a Cryptkeeper-esque laugh as he looked over at his table of heads in jars including the dad from The Suicide Shop, the Rankin Bass version of Dracula, the Child Catcher, and Ed Grimley and even one of Martin Short in general. ‘For now we can relax, but there are more stories to come, and of course with more stories come more ways to bring the scares and to teach a lesson they won’t so forget. So I hope you’ll come visit again next time for another special bedtime scarytale, of corpse I will always be here to tell them.’

Doctor Eucalyptus laughed…’I love your horror related puns, Dan.’ ‘Thanks Eukie, and thanks for letting me be the host for this end segment, you really do an amazing job.’ ‘Coming from you Dan, it means a lot.’

Dan turned to give one more speech…’Remember, simping over a famous person or character is alright, just don’t be too rabid about it because there can be dire consequences to your actions, and also remember it never pays to be a hypocrite, if you attack others, expect them to do the same to you…and leave you in…pieces. And look, here are some pieces of someone now. Any parting words? I didn’t think so. Then again, kind of hard to keep your head straight when you’re all in pieces anyway. But nevermind, hope tonight’s story provided you with some real top tier screams. Good night, and don’t let the monsters bite, or rather do…because they might find that you taste good!’

“Oh absolutely.”

‘And one more thing, be careful about who you call a freak in middle ghoul, for they might turn out to be the one that leads you to your undoing and of course, you probably won’t even have a leg to stand on, at least not anymore you won’t.’ He gave one more Cryptkeeper-esque laugh as his bit ended and thus so does our story in general. Remember, simping over a famous person or character is alright, just don’t be too rabid about it because there can be dire consequences to your actions, and also remember it never pays to be a hypocrite, if you attack others, expect them to do the same to you…and leave you in…pieces.

Not everyone has to conform to what is normal, fandoms in general tend to always have a crazy one in the bunch, and if there isn’t one, chances are, you are that one, but don’t worry I am sure Eucalyptus and Dan both know where you can get a head check. You’ll come in as you were, but will come out a totally reformed person. If not, you’ll be a total different person in general when you come out.

Kinkshaming others for their specific quirks can definitely lead to dire and horrifying consequences, so be careful what you say, or you might yourself in your very own scarytale with an ending that is definitely twisted in so many ways.

#Monstermaster13 #Dan Aykroyd #tftw

[nocternalrandomness]

F-4C Phantom - 58th TFTW - Luke AFB - Dec 8 1979

#USAF #McDonnell Douglas #F-4 #Phantom #Fighter #Interceptor #Fighter Bomber #Military #aviation #aircraft #Luke AFB

[usafphantom2]

In late 1975, the 4435th TFRS started the conversion to the F-4E and F-4C 63-7428 was transferred to the 58th TFTW at Luke AFB, AZ. She was seen in the markings of th 426th TFTS and was at Luke AFB until 1981. (6/9)

@F4phantomguy via X

[i-like-superheros]

Crazy how he went from this to the end of the series where he was surrounded by new friends to the point having kids play with his metal arm when he used to hide it.

#mcu universe #mcu fandom #mcuedit #mcu icons #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier edit #falcon and the winter soldier #tftws #tfatwsedit

[buthearmeouttho]

Why are you so mad a Zemo anyway?

I mean John Walker is a better enemy.

Zemo helped Sam and Bucky in tftws

I know I know

I do hate John Walker

I will be breaking his knees

BUT

Zemo used red book just because he wanted revenge. He had no other reason to bring Bucky into anything. The team was already tearing apart. And like I get it his family died but he killed several people just to do it. Like— ok sir. Ok.

#I don’t hate him so much #I know he helped them #I just don’t care as much because of the whole revenge thing #idk #i mean don’t get me wrong #He’s a GREAT fucking villain #Like #man #that was fucking cool in CA:CW #He was smart and sometimes that’s better than strong #But idk #🤷🏼‍♀️ #so calm down #I don’t hate him ‘so much’ #But I like Bucky more than him by a lot #And I would willingly bully Bucky #(For a good cause)

[kara-knuckles]

Due to leap year, I got the medal for my third anniversary today, even though it is technically two days off. Anyway, I decided to throw a multi at TFTW banner on each day between 11th and 13th, and today's result was very nice!

#Arknights #Stainless is new #and i use Mulberry often #so they are both welcome! #personal stuff #*checks Feist's profile* #oh hey today's his birthday! #no wonder he decided to visit

[buckybringsviolets]

Letters from Bucky 💌

I would love to write letters from Bucky for you all! I write for all Bucks, 40’s, Winter, Romanian Plum buying, Civil War, Wakandan, Infinity/Endgame, post blip, TFTWS, AU & any other Bucks you throw my way!

Having a bad day? Feeling sad, sick, angry? Let Bucky cheer you up, make you feel better, take care of you. Just let him know what’s on your mind and he’ll respond!

You can send it anonymously too. Just let Bucky know your preferred pronouns and any other important details!

And remember, Bucky loves you! 😘❤️

#letters from bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #james barnes #james barnes x y/n #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #james barnes x reader #james barnes x you #james buchanan barnes fan fiction #winter soldier #winter soldier x you #winter soldier fanfiction

[cymrucwtch-blog]

Age Appropriate

Chapter 1: Meet Cute

AN: Takes place after TFTWS. Torres initiates a meet-cute for Bucky after showing Sam he's ready to be the new Falcon to his new Captain America. Bucky gets unwanted visitors who want him to lead a rouge group (Thunderbolts). Will Bucky's lady bring stability to his life or will her "average" life mean chaos?

This story is a Work in progress. Will eventually have some violence. This chapter is pure fluff. 

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Joaquin Torres stands atop the abandoned factory and looks out across the green field. A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he contemplates the deep troughs in the grass. He shouldn’t be alone. He should have called someone. But if he can just get this roll right, he will be ready to show Sam his wings. Ready to prove himself as a worthy partner. The new Falcon to the new Captain America. He’s floated the idea with Sam before but he’s not sure Sam is catching on to his hints. He takes a steading breath and jumps. Flinging his wings out to makes his move. He has no idea someone is watching.

“You don’t need a partner, Sam.” Bucky says, eyes trained on Joaquin.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Loaner. He looks good so far. Who knows, maybe I do need a partner.”

“You know what I mean. He’s trying to impress you.” Bucky sighs. “He does look good. It’s not like he doesn’t have your personality, too.”

“Damn, he almost had it. There at the end. Ouch. Let’s see if he’s ok.” Sam tells Bucky. They stride across the field toward a crumpled Torres laying defeated in the grass. Barely moving, not because he’s hurt. Just regrouping his thoughts. He’s pulled from his self-deprecating thoughts by Sam’s booming voice. “You almost had it! You ok, Torres?”

“How’d you know I’d be here?! It’s not ready for you to see yet, I can do better!” Torres panics.

“I got your clues when we last spoke. Oh, that gash is goin’a need stitches. I’ll show you where you went wrong after we get that fixed up. To the hospital first.”

“No, no, it’s not hospital worthy. I got it. I also think I have a prototype of my own Redwing that I need you to look at back at my apartment. Wil you come look at it while I get this stitched up?”

The three walk quickly out of the elevator at Torres building. The boisterous sounds of Duke Ellington are floating out of the first apartment on the left. Bucky’s brows furrow and he stops for a moment. That’s a record, not a digital recording. Torres guides them to the first apartment on the right. While Joaquin and Sam are deep in discussion about all the work Joaquin has done, Bucky stays at the doorway listening. The record changes. He has so many questions.

“Torres, who lives down the hall? The one playing the records?” he asks.

“Oh, that’s Abuelita.” He offers no more explanation. But now she’s playing Bucky’s favorite record. He never bothered to get a record player or collect records since he moves around so much. Seemed frivolous to even think about with aliens and the flag smashers keeping him busy. He didn’t’ realize he missed it until they came out of the elevator today.

“This is my favorite record…” he says almost to himself, stepping into the doorway more to stare at the door, willing it to open. Joaquin smiles. Sam’s left eyebrow raises watching his friends with curiosity.

“I need to head down there, she’s great with stitches. Go ahead man, I’m sure she will loan you the record. She’s super sweet. Knits and paints in her spare time. You’ll love Abuelita. She’s about your age too.” Torres spouts off while he grabs a rag to wet down. Determined to start treating his wound before he joins Bucky. Bucky steps tentatively out into the hall. Torres’ neighbor is over 100 years old too? Bucky looks back at Sam, and Sam starts to follow but Torres grabs his arm keeping him in the doorway as Bucky presses on. A knowing smirk and quick finger pressed to his lips to quiet Sam’s protests. Sam feels like a kid again, watching his friend go to talk to a girl. But this is a grandma who knits that lives next to Torres. Why did Torres stop him. What’s with the smile? What on earth is going on!? He was too curious to question it all. He could only watch Bucky approach the door and see what unfurled.

Bucky reaches the door and knocks. Nothing happens. He knocks again, a little louder. Abuelita apparently has bad hearing seeing as the record is so loud. Nothing happens.

“Knock like you mean it, Barnes!” coaches Torres. And so, Bucky does. Bucky’s enhanced hearing picks up a small squeak of shock from Abuelita. Oh no, he scared the poor old lady. The record halts. “There ya go, man!” Bucky wonders why Torres is so excited. It’s just a record from the little old lady down the hall and Bucky’s not going to take advantage of the loan she’s about to give him. Maybe she also knows where he can get more. And a record player. He’d ask when she finally opens the door. He can hear cautious footsteps coming to the door. The locks slide free, and the door opens. Just enough that Bucky can see the most gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties to early forties he has ever seen. It quickly dons on him that Torres meant old like Bucky looks, not like Bucky is. His gaze shifts down the hall to Torres and he sets free the biggest glare he can. Abuelita is still peaking at him in shock. Who is this stranger at your door? Torres decides it’s time to help you both and screams “Abuelita!! That’s my friend. He wants to borrow that record. And I need your help, I’ll be there in…oof.” but he never finishes the sentence. After he called you, you poked your head out the door to see him. When Sam catches a good glimpse of you, he punches Torres mid-sentence for the slight to Bucky. And you. Maybe Torres does have Sam’s personality. Sam sees Bucky’s satisfied smirk as he steps back to make room for you to see Torres. What are friends for?

“Get in here, Torres! And push that rag harder, no blood on my carpet this time.” You scold. “Any friends of Torres’ are friends of mine, come in.” Torres almost runs inside, impressed with his handy work and charade. Sam and Bucky close behind as he introduces them.

“Abuelita, this is Sam and Bu- (Bucky glares harder this time) James.” He knows you already know who they are from previous conversations together.

“Well, Sam, did you teach him how to perfect that move or am I taking care of more stitches later?” You jab at Sam, surprised to see him since Torres told you he hadn’t called him yet. More surprised to see bleeding Torres since he told you he was taking today off. And then there was James. You knew of him from the Smithsonian. And Torres had mentioned him and his infamous parachute-less jump. Torres was already in the bathroom getting the first aid kit. “Buh-James, let’s get you that record.” You smiled. Bucky wants you to do it again. And again. And aga-wait, what did you say to him? He silently followed you into your apartment and toward the record player.

“I’ll teach him later. He almost had it. This is quite the first aid kit.” Sam interrupts. Well, Bucky feels he has interrupted. He’d prefer neither of the other men be here. He feels on display. As do you. It’s over whelming.

“Well, Torres is clumsy.” It was a deflection. Thankfully they allowed it. Sam even laughed a little. Torres scoffs and then laughs as Sam helps him treat his wound, so you don’t have to.

Sam and Torres are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now. They have moved out of the bathroom and are openly staring at you and Bucky while you talk. The conversation having gone on for some time and crossed many subjects before you put the record back in the sleeve and hold it out to Bucky. “There. All set. Keep it as long as you like. It’s a favorite of mine too. Do you have a player?”

“Uh, no. I mean, I used to, but I don’t have one right now. I, uh, where do you even buy records these days? This is amazing.” He was cute when he rambled.

“There’s a specialty shop down the street. Owner had a record player the other day, it may still be there today.” You hinted.

“Maybe. Maybe you could show me the place after coffee tomorrow?” He asked. Sam and Torres smile. They are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great. It’s a date.”

#bucky/reader #bucky x reader #joaquin torres #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #fluff

[kukvlkan]

rewatching tftws bc i like pain and walker taking the serum bc he got beat by the dora is the most whiny misogynistic little bitch thing to ever happen in the mcu

#txt.josie #on my way to read sam and bucky fic