#//-I sorta rushed this so lemme know if I need to fix anything!

[miintsprigz]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for the Demo, Engie, and Heavy for the fear-punch prompt if that's okay. Thank you!

FINALLY WRITING THIS. I appreciate your patience so much, Anon. It means the world to me.

GN!Reader fear punching the Mercs, part 2

Characters: Demoman, Engineer, Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: uh some stuff relating to anxiety/panic attacks, cuz fear response.

Part 1 can be found linked below!

Demo ⚔️

You finally had the base to yourself, or at least, you thought so. Everyone had been all up in arms lately, it was just exhausting. Having fixed a cup of your preferred hot drink, you went to walk back to your room.

A door suddenly opened loudly behind you, and with your free hand, you swung, not even registering what you were doing until your fist made contact.

“Hey—oof!”

Your mug clattered to the floor, breaking and spilling everywhere.

“Demo!?”

“…oh! Did I scare ya there? Sorry ‘bout that!” His eye caught the mess on the floor as you tried to catch your breath.

“…now, that won’t do—”

“Tav, lemme—”

“No, no; I scare you, you drop it, tis only fair that I clean up the mess—”

Stumbling over to the closet to grab a broom, mop, whatever else he might need—still a little hungover—Tavish got to taking care of it in no time. He worked with surprising efficiency.

“Now, we oughta replace that drink o’ yours.”

“…Tav, I’m sorry.”

“Wha? Whatever for?”

“…I punched you…” Your voice shook a bit. The guy had only just woken up, and you’d socked him in the face.

He seemed confused at first, then touched the side of his face that you’d struck tenderly, realizing.

“Ah…that ya did.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh no, no! That’s alright, luv. Sometimes ya just get spooked. Used to do it to me mum all the time.”

“Really?”

He smiled in a somewhat tired sort of way. “Yup. Ya’d think I’d be more careful, especially cuz she couldn’t see me, but I guess I sorta forgot m’self there.”

Demo gave you a pat on the back, gentler than the usual. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve definitely knocked a few lads on the floor m’self, so trust me, I get it.”

“Thanks, Demo.”

“O’course, mate!” Your hair was lightly ruffled, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Want me to help ya replace that drink though? Heh, maybe I’ll make one for me, too!”

“That might be good. Do you want some ice though?”

“…nah, nah I think I’m good.”

Engineer ⚙️

It had been such a long day. You were more exhausted than you’d thought you were capable of being.

So when you arrived back at home base, you basked in the peace and quiet and decided to kick back and read for a bit.

Hearing sudden rapid, thundering footsteps, however, your adrenaline skyrocketed again, and so when the “intruder” inevitably entered…your adrenaline did the work.

The Engineer bursted into the room, clearly quite excited about something he was working on.

“Ah, (Y/N), c’mon, I gotta show ya—agh!!”

Your eyes locked onto him, staring daggers in fright as he rubbed at his jaw, wincing.

“Now what in Sam Hill—oh. Oh no.”

Those wide, terrified eyes told him all he needed to know. He didn’t even realize how suddenly he’d come flying in…

“…oh, darlin’. I scared the daylights outta you…”

“A little…” Your voice came out as a squeak, and all at once, everything became all too much. Tears flooded your field of view.

“Honey, I’m so sorry…”

“I, I didn’t mean to hit you…”

“Shh shh shh, I know…I know, I’m okay… lemme just…”

Offering open arms to silently ask first, Engie wrapped you in a hug when you stepped closer, petting your hair softly. He didn’t say anything really, aside from the occasional coo of reassurance that it really was okay.

There was a slight sway to him as he held you, trying to soothe the sudden rush of anxiety he’d accidentally triggered.

You knew, but between the fright and the guilt you felt for socking him in the face like that when he was just excited about something…you couldn’t help but cry for a minute or two.

After a bit, he pulled back, looking almost as though he could cry himself.

“I’m…sorry about that. I wasn’t thinkin’. I know ya had a long day, I just…”

“You were just excited to show me something.” With one last sniffle, you smiled over at him. “It’s okay.”

“…would ya still wanna see? I get it if uh, you’d rather have some time alone…”

“No, no! I’d love to see…”

That warm smile returned to his face once again. “You promise you’re alright?”

“I promise, Dell.”

With a nod, he took your hand sweetly. “Well alrighty. I think you’ll really love this, (Y/N), I’ve been tinkerin’ with this new feature for weeks, and I think I finally got it down!”

Chuckling, you followed after him, feeling your frantic heart slowing once again as his fingers gave your hand a light squeeze.

Heavy 🥪

You are in the thick of it now—bombs flying all over, a hail of bullets seemingly around every corner.

Truthfully? It was too much. But you had no intention of letting the enemy team know that.

Although it seemed cowardly to you, you ducked behind a corner for a minute to just…exist uninterrupted for a moment.

Your overwhelming didn’t go unnoticed though. Help was on the way…but you were unfortunately not able to fully recognize it.

A tap on your shoulder sent the tension building in your mind over the edge. Your fist made contact with the stiff gray of Heavy’s protective vest.

“(Y/N)! Is only me! Do not be afraid. Am here to help you.” Thankfully, the person you’d struck was basically a brick house. He had hardly felt it. He didn’t look angry…actually, he seemed worried.

“Uh…Heavy?!” “Da, it is me.”

“Well. I punched a friend. Great…” Looking down at your hands as you went to pick your dropped weapon up, they were shaking.

“Hold one moment, (Y/N).”

One huge hand carefully cradled yours, holding it steady.

“All due respect, I am giant man. Is very hard to hurt me. So do not feel so bad, okay?”

You tried to breathe, and it caught in your throat. Carefully setting Sasha to the side for a moment, Heavy looked down at you. Even with the chaos nearby, his eyes were so soft when he looked at you.

“Take deep breath.”

You followed that direction as best as you could.

“Very good. Again?”

It got easier.

“Perfect. Battlefield can be scary place…I know that too. Is okay to be afraid.”

He gave you a quick hug—it seemed he really was full of surprises today. His hand practically covered your shoulder as he gave it a pat when you pulled apart again.

“You need minute? Heavy is here! Giant man is on your side, remember?”

Now that you thought about it, maybe you’d be a little more prepared if you had a minute or two to yourself. “…could I just take a second back here out of range? I know it’s kinda chicken of me—”

“Not at all, (Y/N)! What do you think I carry sandvich for! Even big strong man need break. Smaller strong one like you no different.”

To your surprise, he actually handed you half of the tasty treat in question.

“Here. Enjoy, eat, and do not worry.” Picking up his minigun, Misha gave you a determined smile. “Heavy and Sasha will crush anyone who move too close until you are ready.”

If you weren’t where you were right now, it honestly might have made you cry. “Thanks, Heavy.”

“Of course, (Y/N). You are very important to me, you know that?”

A bit of warmth rushed into your face as he gave you one last grin before walking back out from behind your little shelter to face the opposing team.

“That’s right, I AM BACK! YOU MAY NOW RUN AWAY! HAHAHAHAHA!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you took a bite of the sandwich and breathed easy, knowing nobody would get within range of you anytime soon.

Whew! I hope that was good, Anon. I had fun writing it. I’d love more Heavy, Demo, and Pyro requests! I don’t write for them much but they’re a lot of fun!

[cass1x1]

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party . | noah + ashton!

@gerrykecy

Logic isn't Noah's strong suit on his best days, and today is decidedly not his best day. He paces the living room, trying to think about how to avoid the simple, obvious solution of texting back, no, thanks to someone he doesn't want to sleep with. Again. For, like, the fifth time after deciding not to anymore. It's harder than it looks, okay?

"For fucking...fuck's...fuck," he grumbles. By this point, he has completely forgotten Ashton's presence, so it's something of a surprise when he hears a, "What?" coming from the couch. Ashton sounds somewhere in between concerned and surprised and curious. It's cute, and he looks so cute tucked into the corner of the couch, whole body pressed small and one leg stretched out long, like that one leg deserves more couch than the rest of him. How this man can sit like this his entire life and believe he's straight, Noah will never understand. But he doesn't even really have time for how cute Ashton is right now. He's busy avoiding sending a simple text.

His phone buzzes again, as if to remind him how easy it would be. i'm on my way ;) and, having been in the car with him, Noah means that that is imminent. "Fuck."

Ashton puts the gameboy down and sucks in air through his teeth, making that weird sound. "O-kay. Well. Lemme know if I can--"

There's a loud sound outside. A pickup hitting the curb, and also a bush. "Fuck."

There isn't much time, and logic isn't Noah's strong suit on his best days, and today is not his best day. He looks at Ashton, so cute and slightly mussed and, okay, he's lived with his stupid crush long enough to know he finds that sexy, and really, that's when the whole decision making part of his brain sees an out.

He drops himself on the couch, delicately moves the gameboy onto the floor, and cups Ashton's face. Ashton is frozen--in shock or confusion or whatever, Noah doesn't know--but he whispers a soft, "Hey I need you to just--" before sliding the hand from Ashton's cheek into his hair and his lips against Ashton's.

Jake is somewhat surprised to find the door open, but even more surprised to find Noah inside, his long leg's tangled up with some guy Jake's never seen before. Still hasn't seen, technically, since Noah's hand and head are covering his. What he can see if a mess of golden hair. A flash of pale skin over his hip where Noah has gotten this stranger's shirt up with his other hand, skimming along the edge of his pants. Jake knows what Noah did next when it was his pants, and he suddenly feels like such a voyeur, and not in a good way.

He clears his throat to get their attention, trying to figure out if there's a way to salvage this for himself. The stranger's the one who responds, as Noah appears to be busy making a feast out of the man's neck. "D'you mind?" he says, voice going a little breathy as Noah apparently finds a sensitive spot.

Jake's not proud to admit he watches a second longer before muttering an awkward, "Sorry," and slipping out, blood rushing in his ears, dropping the spare key Noah had showed him forever ago.

When he hears the screech of tires pulling away, Noah considers simply not stopping. What better way to stop wanting a now-ex than to go back to a crush you've held for so long you can't even really feel it anymore unless you're paying attention? Which, if anything could make him pay attention, it's Ashton's hands on his shoulders, his leg pressing Noah's hips into Ashton's, his head turning to give Noah access.

He's certainly paying attention now, which is why when Ashton hesitates as the sound of the car fades, he does stop. He props himself up and fixes his eyes on the cushion next to Ashton's head so he doesn't have to look at him and make a mistake. The words come out in a rush. "Hey, sorry, thanks, I didn't mean to, like, use you or anything but I just needed him to go and I couldn't think and I just sorta figured..." and now he's run out of words, and so they stop. He doesn't know what he figured. Nothing, really. He wasn't thinking. Just acting on every stupid impulse that occurs to him.

This is too awkward, even for him, so he hazards a glance at Ashton's face. If he was mussed before, it's beyond now. His hair sticks up straight in one spot, and his lips are redder and just a bit swollen, and there's a bite on his neck that won't leave a mark, but will linger for a little while longer, and Noah wants to wince and preen at the same time. Ashton's eyes catch his and he cracks a small smile, which gives Noah such unspeakable relief. "Give a guy a warning next time you're gonna use him," he teases, though it doesn't sound like his heart's in it.

"Yeah, sorry, will do. I owe ya one for that."

He moves to extract his legs from Ashton's and slide off the couch, but the leg that had been pulling him close doesn't budge. Oh. "Didn't say you had to get up just yet," Ashton adds, this time a little more shyly than before. Noah licks his lip and moves one hand to the not-hickey. Ashton's eyes flick close, and Noah thinks he can at least make that favor up to him.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Love Blooming

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Summary: It started when Frankie walked into a flower shop...

A/N: I'm willing to write a part 2 if someone wants it.

Frankie felt so out of his limit. When Will insisted to set him on a blind date, he uninterestingly agreed, thinking that Will would forget about it. Turns out he didn't. So now Frankie is rushing. He's sweaty, coming straight from work to pick up Mia, paying the babysitter, dropping off Mia. Now he had to grab some flowers, and maybe buy some cologne or body spray from the store nearby so he doesn't smell so bad.

He enters the small flower shop and he's overwhelmed by the different floral aromas and colors.

"Be right out!" you call out from the back. A few seconds pass and you step out holding a tray of small succulents. You set them down on the table and when you look at Frankie, your eyes light up and you smile brightly at him, "Hi there! What can I do for you today?" He thinks you look beautiful with your smile and the flower clips in your hair.

Frankie nervously rubs the back of his neck and walks closer to the counter, "Um...I'd like some flowers."

You giggle, "Well you came to the right place. What's the occasion?"

"A date."

"Do you happen to know what the person likes?" you ask interestingly.

He sighs and shakes his head, "No. This is a first date, blind date. One that don't even want to go on, honestly." he murmurs the last part and winces, "Sorry. I didn't-"

"It's okay. I think we'll go with daffodils. They're simple, pretty, and symbolize new beginnings. I think that fits for first dates. You never know if it's that start of something, ya know?" You move around the counter towards the greenhouse. You don't signal for Frankie to follow, but he does anyway.

When you feel his presence, you glance over your shoulder and give him a polite smile. He doesn't know why, but his stomach flutters whenever you seem to look at him.

"So Mister..."

"Frankie. Call me Frankie."

"Frankie, okay," you stop in front of the daffodils, pulling out your gardening scissors from your apron and you start cutting, "I'm guessing your friend set you up on this blind date against your will?"

Frankie stuffs his hands in his back pockets and sighs, "Sorta. I mean, he offered to set me up with her a few weeks ago and I blindly said yes. I honestly thought he'd forget about it. I was wrong."

"Not looking to date right now?"

"I got a lot on my plate right now, honestly."

You nodded, "I see." you pull out some twine from your other apron pocket and bind the bundle of flowers together. You then hand them to Frankie, "Here ya go! I hope you enjoy your date!"

Frankie took the flowers and looked at you with furrowed brows, "Don't need to pay for these?"

"Free of charge."

"You sure?"

"Definitely. I really hope things go well on your date."

"Um thanks-" you give him your name and he repeats it and you nod in confirmation, "Well thanks. I guess if I'll ever need flowers again, I'll come to you."

"Please do! Bye, Frankie!" you escort him to the door and wave as he hops into his truck, driving away.

Frankie looks at the time and sees that he's running late. Guess he'll have to skip out on the cologne.

___________________

It's two weeks later when Frankie walks back into your shop, this time he has Mia attached to his hip.

You're at the counter already helping another customer, but a minute later, they're walking away and you're giving him a welcoming wave.

"Frankie! It's good to see you again!" He approaches the counter and sets Mia down and you smile softly at her, "And who's this cutie?"

"This is my daughter, Mia. Honey, say hi!"

The three year old looks at you and then hides her face into Frankie's shirt and you giggle, "She's shy, I see. It's okay. Anyway, what can I help you with today? Oh! How was the date?"

He shrugged, "Alright. We didn't really click."

Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, "Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. She liked the flowers though. So I guess there's that. Anyway, um, I'm on my way to a friend's engagement party. Didn't have time to really get them anything."

"Well I'm here at your disposal! Follow me!" you walk towards the greenhouse and Frankie picks up Mia, setting her down. Her small hand goes into his and the two Morales' follow you.

"So yellow tulips symbolize cheerful thoughts, which I suppose you're sending when people get engaged." You pull out your scissors and hold them out to Frankie, "Here."

"What?"

"You and Mia can cut them. Grab as many as you'd like."

"You sure?"

"Yup!"

"Okay," he takes the flowers and kneels beside the flowerbed of yellow tulips, "Honey, you wanna cut some flowers for Uncle Benny?"

You see Frankie's eyes go soft as he guide's his daughters hands across the scissor and cuts one flower off, "Good job, sweetheart!" he kisses her head, "Let's do a few more, okay?"

Mia giggles and says, "'Kay, daddy."

You go back to the counter to sort out a new shipment of seeds. A few minutes later, Frankie appears setting the flowers down. He pulls out his wallet as you wrap the flowers up, "I'm paying for the flowers this time."

You shake your head, "No, you're not."

"Oh come on."

You shake your head again, "Seeing you and Mia have some cute daddy and daughter time was payment enough." Frankie says your name and you stop him, "Nope!" You also slide a card over to him, "And here's a card to go with it. Just scribble your name and you're good to go."

Frankie chuckles in disbelief as he writes his and Mia's name in the card. He then takes it and the flowers in one hand, his other hand preoccupied with Mia's, "You're losing money doing this."

"Hardly. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day!" you leaned over the counter and waved at Mia, "Bye Mia! It was nice meeting you!"

Mia, feeling a little more comfortable, smiled shyly and waved, making you giggle. Frankie smiles at the sight and sound, then clears his throat, "I don't mean to be forward, but, um, would you like to get some coffee sometime?"

You brightly smile at him again, "I'd love to!" you take a business card and scribble your personal number, "I usually take Fridays and Sundays off."

"Who runs the shop when you're not here?"

"I have other employees. But call or text me sometime and we can hash out the details."

"Alright," he smiles and pockets the card. He gives you a wave, "Thanks again."

"Anytime," you say as you wave back and watch as Frankie and Mia hop into the truck and drive away.

___________________

You and Frankie have been texting back and forth for two weeks. He's been really busy with work lately, hence why you've yet to go on that coffee date.

Frankie: So I know I asked you out for coffee, but do you actually drink coffee? Or are you more of a tea person?

You: I do drink coffee, yes. Usually something sweet with vanilla or cinnamon flavoring.

Frankie: You're one of THOSE people.

You: DON'T KNOCK IT UNTIL YOU TRY IT, FRANKIE!

Frankie: ;)

That's all he sends you and you were going to reply, but a few customers have walked in and you became preoccupied.

You're finishing up and order when you see Frankie walking through the door with two coffees and a paper bag.

You give him another one of those heart stopping smiles and he seems to blush from that, "Hey! You didn't tell me you were coming!"

"That would've ruined the surprise, cherry blossom."

You cocked a brow at him and smiled, "Cherry blossom?"

He shrugged, "I dunno. It fits. You work at a flower shop and...you're as beautiful as a cherry blossom."

You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, "Well, aren't you sweet."

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"I haven't."

He gives you a questioning look and you snicker, "Lemme just get Jess to take over the front. If you head through those doors at the back of the greenhouse, it leads to my favorite hiding spot. Meet me there?"

"Yes, ma'am." Frankie replies with a nod and proceeds to head over.

You quickly rush to the back where Jess is, "Quick! Take over the front!"

"What? But why so...rushy?"

"Frankie's here and he brought me coffee and lunch!"

"Frankie, hot dilf, Frankie?"

You groan, "Don't call him that, but yes!" You practically rip off your work apron, dust off any soil left on your clothes and fix your hair to look less messy, "How do I look?"

"Decent."

"Good enough!"

You quickly rush to the back where you told Frankie to met you and let out a deep breath before stepping in, "So, what made you decide to bring me lunch?"

"The fact that I've been so busy that I keep pushing back our date. I figured that I have time now, might as well."

"Eager, hm?" you laugh when he shyly looks away and you place your hand on his arm, "Hey, it's okay. It's cute. You're cute." then you scrunched your face up, "No. That's weird. It's like we're teenagers saying that. We're adults. You're handsome. There. That sounds better."

Frankie chuckles and then looks around the room, "This is a nice area."

"Thanks. It used to be storage, but I wanted to have a place where we can hold classes or little luncheons for guests. It's not finished yet."

"Still looks beautiful," he notes the vines going down the frames of the windows, the soft pastels of different flowers. His eyes go back to you and he sees you softly staring back at him.

Your gaze makes him nervous so he grabs two sandwiches from the paper bag he brought, "I, uh, didn't know if you liked sandwiches, but these are best sellers."

"Thank you, and for future reference, I'm not picky."

"Good to know," he then takes your coffee, handing it to you, "I hope this is to your liking."

You accepted it and took a sip, smacking your lips together to really get a taste, "Mmmm! That's some good stuff right there!" and Frankie let out a breath of relief. You giggled, setting the drink down, "Are you always this nervous when it comes to dates, Frankie?"

"I...Well, to be honest, haven't gone on dates in a long time. Since Mia was born and my ex and I separated, never really had time. It wasn't a priority because my main focus was on my little girl. That blind date was my first date in a few years."

"So what changed?"

Frankie bit his lip and nervously reached out, placing his hand over yours, "You. God, I don't know what it is about you, cherry blossom, but you just seem to pull me in. I want to get to know you, take you out, hold you, kiss you. All of it." his thumb softly rubs against the back of your hand and you smile sweetly at him.

"I get what you're saying, Frankie, because I feel that way about you too. The way you're so sweet and kind, you're a great father to Mia, and you care about your friends. I'd love to continue getting to know you. There's just something about you to that pulls me towards you."

"If we do this, I just...I need to warn you that I'm a little rough around the edges. I've gone through some stuff-"

"-And that's okay. And you don't need to share that with me unless you want to."

Frankie chuckles to himself and shakes his head, "You wanna know something?"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad I went on that blind date, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have met you, cherry blossom."

You giggle and place your other hand on top of Frankie's, "I think that nickname is starting to grow on me. I was a little iffy of it at first but the way you say it...sounds so sweet. You're so sweet, Frankie."

Jess walks into the room with her hand over her eyes, "Are you guys decent?"

You roll your eyes and look over your shoulder, "Quit it, will you?"

Jess drops her hand and smirks at you, then looks at Frankie, "Oh yeah. Definitely a dilf."

"JESS!"

The young woman cackles and dodges a napkin ball you've thrown her way, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Anyway, a delivery arrived. You want me to sign it off?"

"Please do," you reply with a nod.

"I can go if you're busy," Frankie said and you immediately replied, "No no. You're staying. Jess can handle everything."

The young woman saluted, "Yup! I can handle it. Also, remember to use prote-"

"I CAN FIRE YOU, YOU KNOW!"

She proceeds to rush out of there and back to the storefront and you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.

"So....you think I'm a dilf?"

Your head shot up and your eyes widened, "No! I mean, yes, but no! i just told Jess that you're a dad who also happens to be very attractive!"

"So a dilf."

You ball up another napkin and throw it at Frankie, who's just laughing wholeheartedly.

[sophfandoms53]

So, does it feel sad Ducktales is gonna have its final season as its weakest? Granted I doubt it's anywhere near as bad as Star Vs's final season but still. Do you think season 3 sorta shares the similar flaws to Milo Murphy's Law season 2 where both focus more on the crossover stuff (Phineas and Ferb for MML and Disney Afternoon for Ducktales)?

As of right now I have mixed feelings about season 3, feelings that make me wanna say it’s the weakest (and I know I have said that before) because of the last batch but I do wanna wait for the final episodes to air in order to make a complete judgment because it’s possible only that batch of episodes are a mixed baggage and these last episodes will feel more like the initial batch we got at the start, and I still stand by season 3 having a strong start.

I don’t think anything could ever be as bad as Cleaved, that was so ridiculous rushed and poorly structured and god I hate thinking about season 4 of Star LMAOO, and I doubt the DT crew would give us a disaster like that. Will this series finale have some questions still unanswered? Of course, not every question is gonna be figured out and there will always be something left for fans to grasp onto and want to explore in their own works and theories. But I feel the show will have a satisfactory ending for the family and that’s mostly what I care about, a good ending for the McDucks.

That leads me to your final question and I’m gonna say there is that similarity between MML and DT. Once the PNF/MML crossover happened, MML became more of Doofenshmirtz’ show rather than Milo, Melissa and Zack’s, who are a really fun trio and i loved their antics together in season one, and that sucks but I understand Phineas and Ferb is the more marketable show and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Disney pushing for more PNF characters in MML rather than Dan and Swampy themselves.

But a crossover between MML and PNF was kind of inevitable, it was something teased from the start of MML’s existence so when it finally happened it’s nothing too distracting because it’s what you as an audience member expected due to all the hints throughout the shows first season.

Now with how DT handles its inclusion of Disney Afternoon characters, at least in season 3, it has the same issue with season 2 of MML focusing on Doofenshmirtz in its latter half. The crew has decided to shove in so many DA characters into this last season that the show feels incredibly crowded, and it was already crowded enough because we have a family of 9 main characters (Scrooge, HDL, Della, Donald, Beakley, Webby and LP) and the family hasn’t really gotten much content together in this recent batch, and in those episodes where they do its so heavily reliant on comedy that it’s frustrating to sit through because nothing is being taken seriously. I’ll get back to that in a second but making my way back to the inclusion of DA characters, at the start it was fine, Drake being a recurring character is fun, Chip and Dale’s cameo was kinda forced but didn’t really interrupt the episode, Daisy is fantastic, Don Karnage absolutely steals the show whenever he appears and we love that for him, and Jose and Panchito are always fun to have on screen.

The DA characters work better as recurring roles rather than main roles, and thats where the issue with season 3 is. Mostly with how it has handled its inclusion of DWD. Now lemme get this out of the way, I absolutely love Let’s Get Dangerous, it was a fabulous, well put together episode, I love Drake and I love this version of Gosalyn and the story they gave her and it is one of my favorite episodes of the season and the show, BUT as much as I love this episode, was this an episode we needed?

No.

We didn’t need Let’s Get Dangerous to move the FOWL plot forward, we didn’t need another episode about Drake, we didn’t need Gosalyn to be another new character to focus on, we didn’t need Bulba, we didn’t need the inclusion of the other DWD villains. We didn’t the DWD elements to have the family find out about FOWL and Bradfords betrayal.

The DWD elements are fun and enjoyable, but they weren’t needed for DUCKTALES to move forward.

Real talk, the entire episode could’ve just been 44 minutes of Huey being suspicious of Bradford and we have the family investigate him together and they find out Bradford is working for FOWL like that. We could’ve gotten that Huey goes crazy episode we’ve been promised but still haven’t seen. Can you imagine Huey being the center of an hour episode just the same as Dewey and Louie had? We could’ve given Huey time to grow, we could’ve had him lash out with the family not believing him and him snapping makes the family take him seriously and Scrooge agrees to investigate things regarding Bradford. Beakley could’ve been more involved outside of Impossibin, we could’ve seen Beakley’s panic grow the more new information came out about Bradford, the man she trusted to take care of her bosses company. We could’ve gotten some nice moments between Huey and his family.

But we can’t have that now because they chose to spend that 44 minutes introducing a bunch of DWD characters and aspects that are not going to be explored again. As fun as LGD is, it’s a waste of an episode slot as 75% of its content can be skipped if you’re trying to follow the show for its FOWL plot.

This show is at its best when the McDuck family is front of center but even this season the family being the focus of episodes has been rough to sit through. Going back to what I said about comedy, that continues to be this seasons biggest problem. I don’t know why but season 3 has been filtered to the brim with unnecessary jokes and side plots that exist for comedy reasons that distract from the rest of the episode. This has been present most recently where episodes like Phantom and the Sorceress, Trickening, New Gods, and Fight for Castle McDuck have jokes and filler as the focus rather than focusing on plot relevant things like, I don’t know, FOWL ACTUALLY BEING A THREAT.

I saw people saying, at the time, it was nice to have a break from so much FOWL plot with episodes like New Gods, Fight for Castle McDuck and How Santa Stole Christmas but I completely disagree with that. We didn’t need to take a break from a major plot that took half the season to really start and then only spend 3 and half episodes on it. The FOWL plot is SO in the background and that’s an issue I can’t get passed when season one and two found a way to balance out their plot lines throughout their seasons. Although season 2 has its issue with the Moonlanders but that’s a discussion for a different time.

There’s just no urgency with FOWL this season despite the hype and all these characters that are involved with it.

I really hope this last batch is able to fix the issues the latter one has created.

[doobler]

Surprised

"So. Uh. What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Greg watched the android settle in the chair across from his desk. Aileron certainly was a specimen. His eyes were bright, wide with wonder, his lips full and bowed, his smile contagious. He looked around like he was experiencing life for the very first time. He probably was, now that Greg thought about it.

"I like to be your companion!" Aileron gushed.

Greg let out a little groan and deflated in his seat. Great. Dr.Kurusu had essentially just given him a human-shaped dog that was, undeniably, built to be a sex toy. Greg knew; Aileron was built like a Greek god, his synthetic muscles twisting under his sheer shirt, his legs in sharp relief against his terribly tight jeans. He was also barefoot. Odd.

Aileron's face shifted. He looked crestfallen. Twiddling his thumbs, he spoke again, but softly.

"I like... Fixing things? Like mechanic work?"

Greg perked up again.

"Yeah?" He smiled. "Do you have any examples?"

"Well, Dr.Kurusu had offered me a vehicle, so I wouldn't be totally dependant on you," Aileron's expression lit up. "So I asked for a motorcyle. She's a 2020 Triumph Scrambler 1200 XC. Bit old but still running. Her KPG is decent but I think I can tweak her enough to really max it out. I'm eager to break her in and maybe try to bring her top speed up by 10kph or so."

"Did you name her?" Greg's heart fluttered.

"Yeah, her name's Rosie."

Aileron's base personality seemed to be programmed; eager, a little air-headed, easily excitable. His genuine passion for fixing this one bike, however, felt real. Dr.Kurusu was a veritable genius. She knew how to code, how to program. There was no doubt in Greg's mind that a lot of what Aileron did and said was of his own volition, not Dr.Kurusu. Greg inhaled, held his breath, then exhaled for a long moment. He pushed back his chair, slapped his knees, and stood with a grin.

"Lemme show you around Castle Tech., Aileron."

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The tour felt different from when Greg usually ran them. He was used to leading around a flock, usually of either young college kids and high schoolers eager to soon join the world of technology or representatives from both sister and enemy companies. His speeches were quite rehearsed, using the same corny one-liners while standing in the exact same spots every time. He loved inspiring the youth and loathed the conniving scowls of businessmen but, every time, the tour was the same.

This one was intimate.

Greg had Aileron's full attention and Aileron had both of Greg's eyes on him and him alone. He spoke quietly now, not booming to a group of people with short attention spans. His shoulders brushed against Aileron's and the android asked questions no one ever had before.

"How many times do you fail before a product is deemed 'good'?" Aileron asked as they peered into one of many labs.

"Well, it depends," Greg watched him casually, fists in his pockets. "Some things come easy; like glasses that automatically adjust to any level of light in any given environment or, I dunno, a toaster with the works. Some are harder. It took four months just for us to decide if we wanted a tablet pen to come in black or silver."

"Why not both?" Aileron asked.

"That's what I said!" Greg laughed. "But we've got a lot of bright minds here and we don't always agree or get along."

"What makes you choose what charities you donate to?"

Greg slowed his pace, watching as Aileron walked and stared and absorbed everything in the building's foyer. He reached into the massive fountain, pulling out a dollar coin.

"Uhm. I usually like to think about the impact we'll leave," Greg hovered over him, watching him root around the water without a care. "That's why we partner up with local orphanages a lot. Children are our future and... They deserve to have a decent childhood, no matter how rich or poor, privileged or stranded they may be."

"Do you want kids?"

Aileron's dark eyes seemed endless. Greg couldn't even see his own reflection in them but he swore Aileron could peer into his very soul. Greg reached out, against his better judgment, and took one of his hands. Aileron's palm and fingertips were squishy, like the toe beans on a cat. He was also a little warm; not enough to simulate human body heat but enough that he wasn't uncomfortably cold.

"I did when I was young," Greg's voice was whisper-soft. "I've been alone for a long time. I've sort of... Abandoned the idea of being a father. I just... Want someone to share my life with."

"A wife?" Aileron spoke gently. ".... A husband?"

Greg nodded the second time.

"Well until then, I'll keep you company," Aileron smiled, though a hint of melancholy lingered at the corners of his lips. "Dr.Kurusu said you've never had a partner and I thought that was terribly sad."

"... Was it your idea....? To... Be a companion for me?"

"Sorta," Aileron beamed, squeezing Greg's hand. "I was gonna be a companion droid no matter what. Before I fully came online, I heard your name a lot. I know you and the doctor do a lot of business together. She'd gripe a lot about how sad and lonely you looked at company functions and, I dunno. I came online and I had this need to be there for you, when no one else would."

Greg's lips hung slightly open. His soul felt bared. Before he could even croak out a response, one of his assistants toddled up.

"Mr.Castle, we've been calling you for 20 minutes," She pleaded. "You have a meeting in 5, on the 12th floor."

"Uh. Yeah, yeah, I'll. Be there-- Miss Lillian?" Greg caught Aileron's wrist and urged him to stand. "Can you... Take this fine gentleman to our garage? Let him have free roam, he can uh. He can touch or see anything he wants, okay? When he's had his fill, send him back to my office."

"Uh-- o-oh, of course, sir," Lillian adjusted her glasses and, in a fit of nervousness, curtsied. "Right this way, Mr....?"

"Aileron," The droid smiled. "Nice to meet you!"

The pair left and what warmth in Greg's stomach lingered turned cold. He kneaded at his eyes and rushed to the elevator. He already knew he wouldn't be able to focus. All he could think about were those dark eyes and those pretty lips.

[worldofmodernrobotics]

@forgonefate [Starter Call, still accepting]

The silence that came with nighttime at the mansion really was peaceful. Tonight, however, that peace would be broken; for instead of silence in the corridors, the sound of an explosion tore through the air.

What followed was Mega Man, bolting down the halls in full armor. His right hand was shifted to his Mega Buster, and he was desperate for help. He let out a sigh of relief once he saw Lucina, and sped up in an effort to catch her before his pursuers caught up.

“Lucina, get ready!” Once he got to her side, he spun a complete 180 degrees, and took aim at the Sniper Joe units that had just turned the corner. What good her blade would be against those shields, he wasn’t quite sure; they here capable of taking no damage from his own plasma fire. Still, he had to hope. 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

I’m Not Playing

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is your friend and you have a big feelings on him. He feels the same but whenever he asks you out or compliments you, you laugh. You think it's just a joke, a game, but you don't know that Bucky is doing anything but playing a game with you.

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"Soo...I was wondering if you wanna go on a double date?" Bucky asks hopefully as he sits beside you on your couch in your apartment.

You immediately shook your head, taking your gaze away from him and back to your laptop, "No, thanks, Buck, I don't like the idea of being set up with someone after hearing you talk about me."

"What's wrong with that?"

You shrug, "'Cause you make me sound all great."

His brows furrowed in confusion, "But you ARE great, Y/N. You're-"

You chuckle, "Whatever you say, Buck. But anyway, get outta here. I have a lot to do and with you around, I won't get them done."

He leans forward with a smirk, "Am I distracting?"

You push him back with a smile, "Yes! Now get out and say hi to Steve for me."

Bucky nods and sheepishly grins at you, "Alright. I'll see you 'round, doll." He gives you a wave before stepping out of your apartment and across the hall to his. When he enters, he lets out a sigh.

Catching his attention, his friend and roommate, Steve, speaks up, "You ask her out again?" He doesn't look up from his textbook as he hears Bucky's footsteps approach the couch and it sinks under his weight.

"Yeah. Sorta."

That makes Steve look up, "Whaddaya mean 'sorta'?"

Bucky scratches the back of his head, "Well, I asked her on a double date and she turned me down."

"Did you say that you were gonna be HER date?"

"No. I didn't even get to that part. I guess she assumed I'd set her up with someone'cause she says she doesn't like the idea of someone wanting to date her just because of how great I make her sound."

"But Y/N IS great."

Bucky's hands flew in the air, "That's what I said! She doesn't believe me!" He slumps back against the couch, "She thinks I'm a joke Steve. Whenever I ask her out or compliment her, she just laughs."

Steve bookmarks his place and sets the textbook onto the coffee table, "Have you ever thought it's because she doesn't think you're serious? That you're kidding?"

Bucky gave a look of confusion, "Why would she think I'm kidding?"

Steve snorted, "Buck, you're a flirt and a big one at that."

"No, I'm not!" Steve gave him a look as if saying 'Bitch, please,' and Bucky humphed, "I'm not! At least...not as much since Y/N."

"But she doesn't see that. What she sees is you constantly flirting with all these girls and guys and she thinks she's just another notch in your belt, that she's some conquest."

"But she's not! Y/N is so much more than some conquest!"

Steve shakes his head, "But she doesn't know that. You need to show her that your feelings for her are real, that you're not messing around, that you truly do like her."

Bucky nodded in agreement, "Okay...how do you know so much, Stevie?"

"He learns from me," a familiar British accent echoes through the room as Peggy, Steve's girlfriend, comes in and settles on the other side of Steve, "He's a good boy that listens and learns from what I have to say."

Bucky smirks, "You callin' me a bad boy, Peg?"

She rolls her eyes, "You know you are, James, and that's why Y/N doesn't take you seriously." Bucky's smirk immediately falls into a frown as Peggy continues, "Like Steve said, you need to show her how genuine you are, the real you. No flirty remarks or sexual innuendos. Show her the Bucky that Steve and I know."

"You think she'll like that Bucky?"

Peggy nods, "No, she'll LOVE that Bucky."

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The next morning Bucky knocked on your door as soon as you got finished getting ready for school. You both had class together in the morning, but Bucky was usually late because he cherished sleep.

"Um, hey, surprised to see you awake, to be honest," you say with at teasing smile.

Bucky chuckled, "Yeah, uh just figured I'd really stop being late to class is all. But, uh, since we're both ready, you wanna get some coffee before class?"

You nod, "Sure! Lemme just go grab my bag and we'll go." You rush back into the kitchen, grabbing your backpack off the counter and head out the door, locking it, then falling in step with Bucky.

"So were you productive last night after kicking me out?" He asks nudging your shoulder.

You laughed, "Yes, I did. Finished up homework, did the dishes, folded some laundry, organized my backpack, and threw out old stuff in the fridge."

"How adult of you."

You snorted, "I know right?! What about you? You go on some hot date or something?"

The thought of being with anyone but you brought a sick feeling to Bucky's stomach, "No, actually. I was watching a space documentary with Steve and Peggy."

"You like space?"

He nods, "Yeah. Anything that has to do with space and technology I'm really interested in. It's fascinating."

You looked surprised and impressed, "I didn't know that about you and I've know you for two years."

"Well, uh, most don't know that about me. Only Steve and Peggy."

"And now me," you added.

"And now you."

"So is there anything else I don't know about you yet?"

"I like art. A lot. I'm pretty good at it too, just don't let people know that."

Curiosity sparked, "Why?" You asked.

Bucky cleared his throat as he continued to look ahead, walking towards the bus station, "My dad didn't want me to be an artist. He wanted me to be a hardworking man that could fix machines and all that crap. Said I wouldn't get anywhere with my art. So I hid that part of me away."

As Bucky continued to stare ahead, you looked at him, "Do you still do art?"

He nods, "Yeah. Drawing mostly. Occasionally paint, but I don't like dealing with the mess." He looked at you with a smile, which was returned.

"I'd like to see your work sometime."

Bucky's smile grew wide, "Yeah! Okay!" A giddy feeling coursing through his body.

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Bucky's classes were over but you still had another to go, so he decided to go back to his apartment where he found Steve.

"You and Peggy are geniuses!"

"What happened?" Steve asked with a smile.

"I told her about how I like space and technology and art and, Steve, she wants to see my art! And the way she looked so interested in what I had to say, I think it's working!"

Steve laughed at his excited friend, "Good to hear, pal. I hope the success keeps on coming."

Bucky rushes into his room, coming out minutes later with several sketchbooks in hand, “Okay, so I wanna show Y/N my really good stuff, to impress her, ya know? But I don’t know which ones.” he dumped them onto Steve’s lap.

“Jesus, you’ve had all these this whole time?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied with a shrug.

For nearly half an hour, they were going through Bucky’s sketches, determining which book had his best work. It was a really close call. 

“So this is all you have?” Steve asked.

Bucky bit his lip, “Well...I have one more.” he stood up to go retrieve it from his room, coming back seconds later and handing it to Steve, “Just..don’t think I’m a creep.”

Steve takes the sketchbook that is a lot more tattered than the others. He opens it up and the first thing he sees is a sketch of you laughing. He softly smiles and turns the pages. They were all of you. He chuckled to himself and looked back to his friend, “You’re really smitten, aren’t ya?”

Bucky grabs the book back, “Maybe this isn’t the best choice. Not yet anyway...”

Steve nodded and picked up his book of choice, “Show her these. I think she’d like some of nature sketches.”

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The next day, Bucky was at your door again ready to walk with you to the bus station. As you walked, he held out one of his sketchbooks, “Here’s some of my work, as promised.”

You couldn’t help but snort, “I thought you were kidding.” You took it and opened it up. Your eyes widened in astonishment as you looked up sketches of different scenery, people, things. They were all so beautiful. You looked up to see Bucky watching you anxiously, “There’s beautiful, Bucky.”

“Not as beautiful as you, doll.”

Your nose crinkled in response, “Doubt it.”

Bucky immediately frowned, “Why do you do that?”

“What?”

“Not take my compliments seriously.”

You shrugged, “You don’t mean them.”

“Yes, I do.” He insisted.

You snorted, “Bucky, we both know you’re only doing this to get into my pants. I know your game.”

“I’m not playing some game, Y/N,” he said seriously.

You rolled your eyes, “Sure you are. You flirt with girls, compliment them, make them feel all special, when really you’re just trying to sleep with them. Then you hit it and quit it and move on.”

Bucky stopped walking to stand in front of you, “Is that seriously what you think this is?” he gestures between you and him, “You really think I’m playing a game with you?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No! I never was! Your feelings aren’t a joke to me, Y/N. My feelings for you aren’t a joke!”

You were taken back by the sudden confessions, “Feelings for me?”

“Yes!” Bucky sighs and runs his hands through his hair, “I thought you’d know! By the way I act and what I say around you?”

“You’re like that with everyone!” you pointed out.

“But they don’t mean anything!”

“Well how am I supposed to know that?! You go for anything with legs and a heartbeat, Bucky. How the Hell am I supposed to know that I mean anything to you?”

“I don-I don’t know. I just-I really like you, Y/N.” He steps forward and grabs your hand, “I really want you to gimme a chance. A chance to see that I’m not playing a game. A chance to see me, the real me, not this facade I put up to impress everyone.”

You took a moment to look at Bucky, really look at Bucky. His forehead wrinkled with worry, his bright blue eyes filled with hope and genuineness, “You really like me?”

“Yes. So much and I would really love to take you on a date to show you.”

You softly smiled at him and nodded, “Okay.”

His eyes brightened, “Really?”

You chuckled, “Do you want me to say no?”

“No! It’s fine!” he leans in and pecks your cheek, “Thank you for giving me a chance.”