#Steel Toed Sam

[ri-afan]

*video starts and the mood is somber. There’s a black-haired guy sitting at a desk facing the camera with his hands folded together on the desk and his eyes trained in the lens*

“Hello. If this video has reached you, then that can only mean one thing: I have died.”

*there’s a tense moment of silence before someone snorts offscreen, then everyone’s laughing*

“God, Danny, what the hell??” A tired feminine voice exclaims.

A male voice pipes up offscreen. “Come on, Jazz, that was hilarious!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have let him write the script!” A purple stuffed animal flies quickly into the shot where the first guy is laughing with his head on the desk and it bounces off his head and out of the shot again.

“Aw, but that wouldn’t be fair, Sam, would it? It’s my reveal video.”

“How many puns did you fit in it?” The second voice asks, sounding distinctly gleeful.

“At least twelve, depending on how you count puns that can go both ways,” the guy on screen says as he wiggles an eyebrow to the camera lens, which sets off the second guy’s laughter again.

There’s a couple sighs heard and the first gal’s voice is heard closer as the camera moves. In the background you can hear the guy laughing on the floor about a blooper reel before complaining about steel toed boots. “Okay, we’ll try this again, little brother. Next time don’t—” the video cuts out

[magicalqueennightmare]

Echo-Part 2

John Walker x Reader (nicknamed Echo)

The team manages to track you down

Warnings: Mention of violence, injuries, scars

“Tell us what you know about her Walker” Bucky was trying to tackle this logically. You had somehow managed to get around the security protocols, hide away within the tower, take on three of them and walk away. You were angry and certain that John had set up your unit on a silver platter. You were dangerous and needed to be found.

John sat there, staring at his hands. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. The look in your eyes. That woman he once knew, the one who cracked jokes in the midst of a firefight, the one who gritted her teeth when she was getting stitched up only to complain for three days when she got an MRE she didn’t like… she was gone.

The scars that littered your face and what he could see of your neck. What the hell had you gone through? Why had he been told you were dead? He would’ve gone after you, figured out a way…hell he would have begged Sam and Bucky on his hands and knees if need be to get you out.

“JOHN!” Bucky spoke and he startled, looking up “Sorry. What?” Yelena sighed “This Echo. What do you know about her?” “She has all the training I do. Exceeds in hand to hand combat, can handle any weapon that she gets her hand on, damn good at covert ops”

“Anything else?” Bucky asked and he shook his head “I don’t know. I was told she was dead. I thought she was dead” “Why does she think you leaked intel on her team?” Ava asked and he shrugged “I don’t know. I’m guessing probably the same reason I was told she was dead. Look you all can believe me or not but that woman…I never would’ve put her unit’s life in danger like that”

“So, she was cornered by two super soldiers and an enhanced human and her reaction was to throw a knife then a flash bomb?” Alexei asked and Ava nodded. He started laughing “I like this woman. She’s full of such fire. Reminds me of my girls. Does it not Yelena?”

Yelena shrugged “I mean, I have to admit I am impressed” Bucky sighed “Can we all reel in the damn adoration for a woman that managed to break into the tower, hide right under our noses and nearly killed one of us” “Yeah but she had good reason!” Yelena argued and John stood “I didn’t leak any fucking intel!”

“Everyone calm down” Bucky ordered and everyone took a step back. “Easy for you to say, she didn’t want to fight you. Has respect for you” Ava laughed. Bucky shook his head “I’m calling Sam. I’ll get him a photo of her, see if we can track her somehow. Maybe find her safehouse. For now, we double up on the security protocol and John, try not to get killed until we figure this out”

Your one chance and you blew it. “DAMMIT” you kicked the table across the safehouse. One good thing about your boots, they were steel toed. You sank down in the chair, holding your head in your hands. The look in John’s eyes. The bastard had the nerve to look shocked when he saw you. Guess he didn’t think you’d manage to walk out of that ambush alive. Hell you barely did. You winced when your side pulled.

You tugged your tact shirt up and over your head and saw the line of blood on your side. Fuck, you must have caught it when you slipped out of the building. You weren’t able to be as careful on the exit as you were on the entrance. You threw your shirt down on the chair as you stood up and went in search of your first aid kit. Looked like you were gonna have to throw a stitch or two into it but what were a few more scars to your body?

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You clenched your teeth as you worked the needle through the flesh. Memories flashed through your head of John and Lemar “Only female this go round and the toughest bastard out of us all” Lemar teased as the medic sewed you up. You winked at him “Gotta be” John shook his head at you both “A soldier is a soldier. Doesn’t matter if they’re a man or a woman” you raised an eyebrow “Then why do you not make direct eye contact when my shirt has to come off? They’re just tits John. I know you’ve seen some before” and that caused Lemar to crack up laughing.

You shook your head. That was the past. Years ago. Lemar was dead and the John you knew? He was dead too. Your job was to put down the thing that had grown in his place. You snipped the thread then tied it off. You reached for the gauze and taped it up too. Couldn’t be bleeding out before the job was done.

“Ok, she entered back into the states under a different identity. Amelia O’Rourke is the name she used” Sam told Bucky as he read off the file in his hand. “This woman has an impressive service record man. No wonder she said she has respect for you. I did some digging, her unit was ambushed. Some were killed on spot, some were taken. She was the only one still living when the pentagon got off their asses to send a team weeks later”

“Why does she think John leaked intel?” Bucky asked and Sam shrugged “I don’t know. I can find records of her when she was in a hospital in Germany, in Prague then back to the base in London. After that? She went dark and the next occurrence was her coming through under Amelia. I’ll keep digging” “Thanks Sam” Bucky told him then Sam hung up the video call.

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John was going through every place nearby that could be used as a safehouse. Every place he would have used, every place he thought you would use. He needed to be doing something. He needed to find you.

Sam and Torres knew enough people to find out some of what went down with your unit. There was an ambush while you were on patrol. No one should have known what route you were taking. The ones that weren’t killed on the spot were taken prisoner and when a team was finally sent you were the only one still alive.

He knew you, he knew what that guilt was doing to you. He wasn’t sure why you were so damn certain he’d leaked the intel. Hell he had no access to the intel. He hadn’t even known you were redeploying until Lemar let it slip that day. Even if he knew, even if he would’ve had the intel…no one would have gotten it out of him. He wouldn’t have risked your unit, wouldn’t have risked you.

“You care for her” Yelena was watching him as he poured over the tablet and screens. “That was a statement, not a question” “That was actually an observation. You’re angry” she replied and he finally looked up, dropping the tablet to the table as he slammed both hands palm down “You’re damn right I’m angry! How would you feel? I’ve lost everyone who meant something to me and turns out she’s alive. She went through hell and I was told she was dead. She was suffering while I could’ve done something about it!”

“She wants to kill you” Yelena reminded him and he shrugged “If all of you need to use me as bait to lure her out? So be it. I want answers. I want to know why she is certain I did this” “And when you find those answers? What if you were in some way responsible?” Yelena pushed and he shook his head “I know I wasn’t”

Your burner rang and you picked it up to look at the screen. You didn’t recognize the number but if you kept the call under the time allotted for a trace it would be fine. “Hello?” “Echo, you want John Walker?” you recognized the voice Yelena Belova. You’d heard her the other night in the tower “Belova or should I call you Yelena?” “Yelena please. If he did what you say. I don’t want to be on the team with him”

“And you must think I’m a fucking idiot Yelena” you laughed and hung up. Did they really think you were going to walk into a trap that damn easily? You dropped your phone to the floor and crushed it under the heel of your boot. Guess it was time to change safehouses and form a new plan.

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“So, what was the point of the phone call if we knew it wasn’t going to work?” John asked, pacing the floor behind Yelena and Bucky. “To get her on the move. We narrowed down possible locations but we have to get her moving” he nodded but couldn’t focus. Being stuck in this damn tower was grating his nerves.

Mere minutes passed before a loud ting went off and an image pulled up to the center of the screen. It was you, getting into a rather beat down looking car. “Follow her with any cameras available. Once we see where she lands we’ll form an extraction plan”

You knew they were coming. Whether they realized it or not. You walked into the safe house to get ready. You weren’t sure who they were sending. The only one you couldn’t prepare for was Starr. She had abilities you couldn’t combat. You had half an hour tops. Part of you hoped John would put in to come. If you could kill him when they tried to pull an extraction it would make things so much easier.

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“You shouldn’t have come” Bucky argued John and he shook his head “And just send you and Belova?” Yelena rolled her eyes “I am the best option out of all of us. She’s more likely to trust me than either of you. I am not a man”

John cut his eyes at her “What is that supposed to mean?” Yelena held his gaze “Who do you think was her captives genius?” and he felt his stomach churn. He hadn’t thought about that. “You don’t think a lot do you?” she asked and shook her head as the car slowed and parked. “Move fast, stay low. We don’t want to hurt her. We just want to get her back to the tower” Bucky reminded them.

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“Here comes the party” you muttered to yourself as the door creaked open. Bucky was the first in, followed by John then Yelena.

You let them spread out, clearing the house before slipping up from the area in the floor. John had his back to you but spun around. He froze when he saw you “Echo, I didn’t do this” “Like hell” you swung on him and he blocked it so you dropped low, sweeping his legs out from under him.

He got to his feet and the two of you went blow for blow or rather you swung, he blocked. He wasn’t actively trying to hit you. He was trying to keep you from hitting him. “Fight back” you ordered, swinging again. He caught your fist and spun you around so your back was to his chest “No, I’m not going to fucking hurt you” you laughed “Good thing I don’t mind hurting you” and brought your head back, hearing a crunch when it connected solidly with his nose. He let you go and you turned to see the blood and tilted your head to look at him “Look at that, super soldiers can bleed”

The asshole wiped the blood away and shook his head “Come on Echo, you got more than that” and waved a hand at you. He actively tried to swing a time or two but while he was a hell of a lot stronger his fighting style hadn’t changed. You knew each other too damn well.

For every punch there was a block. “Enough” you reached for the gun on your side and felt two taser darts embed themselves in your neck right before the world went dark.

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“She drew blood” Bucky seemed almost impressed as he picked your limp body up and tossed it over his shoulder. John wiped the rest of the blood away from his nose and shrugged “Not for the first time. Let's grab her gear and get back to the tower. Belova grab everything. I want to know why she’s certain I’m guilty when she wakes up”

They quickly cleared the safehouse, grabbing all your belongings and doing a once over under the floorboards before securing your hands and taking all weapons Yelena could find on your person away. “She’s going to be fun” Yelena laughed, climbing in the backseat next to you and John shook his head “If only you knew the half of it”

Part 3

@desimarie12

[deergirldean]

sam worshiping deans feet after a long day of hunting and wearing his steel toed combat boots… licking the grime off the boots before untying the laces with his teeth and pulling the boots off, then taking his socks off and immediately rubbing his face against deans sole. let me know

sam is a gross little boot obsessed slut! he's like a puppy, whining and growling at dean's feet as soon as they both come through the door. dean shoves his brother's head down, a hand gripping his hair tight to steady sam as he goes feral.

sam's mouth grows dirty, and it's a rather 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 affair, but the shame of it all makes sam's jeans tighten around his growing cock. even before dean's shoes come off, he humps them with a fervor, mud coating the underside of his pants.

he clumsily paws at the boots, using teeth and hands to tear them off dean's feet. he almost 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 the socks as he tries removing them, whining against dean's feet like a bitch in heat.

dean lets sammy grind against his feet, watches as his baby brother degrades and humiliates himself, all the while staring up at his big brother with wide eyes.

[missvelvetsstuff]

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing, angst

Notes: I'm sorry this update took so long. I had a big dramatic scene in the meeting with Nick Fury planned but I wrote and rewrote it for three days and it just never hit right so, hopefully this works.

Lemme know what you think, I live for likes, shares and notes.

Nick Fury landed at the compound late Monday afternoon and went straight into Maria Hill's office to meet for over two hours. He left to go back to his quarters for food and sleep.

Maria immediately logged on to her computer to send a meeting invite to the Avengers for the next morning.

The team discussed the email over dinner in hushed and worried voices. Even Tony and Steve seemed concerned. Sharon was done with her treatment and appeared to be back to her normal self, even if she did act like the ankle monitor she was wearing weighed a ton. There was an ongoing investigation into when Antonia first gave her the serum, before or after Sharon became the Power Broker, so the ankle monitor helped Friday keep track of her and prevented her from going outside of the residence floor, common room and medbay.

Sharon grabbed the seat next to Bucky and was flirting with him, although more subtly than previously. Bucky moved his chair over as far as he could to get away from her until Sam elbowed him in his ribs. Sharon didn't get the hint and tried playing footsies with Bucky until he 'accidentally' kicked her in the shin while still wearing the steel toed boots he had on when he was playing keep away with Sam's shield earlier.

Sharon yelped "What the fuck Barnes? Are you wearing steel toes? You nailed me right in the shin. It's not bad enough that my other leg has that stupid monitor which makes my leg ache, if anyone cares."

Bucky shrugged "Shouldn't have been trying to play footsies." He smirked at her "and, No, no one cares. Maybe deciding to become a crime lord wasn't your best call, huh?"

Sharon shook her head as she felt her face heat up and stammered out "B-b-but I, I w-was just uh st-stretching mmmy legs."

Sam choked on his drink as he tried not to laugh "Fuck! Sorry, went down the wrong way."

Bucky smirked as Sharon glared at Sam then looked down swearing under her breath. "I helped you assholes and ended up an enemy of the state, I should have let Ross deal with all three of you."

Steve cleared his throat and looked at them like a disappointed father whose kids are acting up during dinner, which made Sam laugh out loud.

Tony sighed "Alright children. A little play to ease the tension is fine but this shit is serious. Fury is going to come down on all of us and I don't feel like taking his abuse for something that I wasn't involved with. You!" He pointed at Bucky and Sharon "And Romanoff, are the reason Cookie left so I vote for you taking the brunt of his anger."

Bucky looked down at his plate as he moved the food around. "I know and I plan on accepting responsibility for my part in it. I've been trying to figure out how to convince her to come back but I'm stuck. I'm open to any ideas."

Tony nodded, unconvinced "Riiight, good luck with that.

Well if anyone's interested, Romanoff is still in a holding cell while medical takes care of her. She's reportedly a difficult patient but seems to be improving."

There was a collective groan before Bucky shook his head "Pffft, not interested."

Sam snickered while Steve gave Bucky that dad look again to which Bucky just shrugged. "Well, I don't care. She's caused me too much trouble."

Steve sighed "She was being controlled, Buck. You can't hold her completely responsible."

"Maybe not but that doesn't mean I'm interested in her condition. I'm sure that the medical team will take care of her and it's not my problem. She was being weird even before all this drama. She tried to restart the whatever we had in the Red Room and I don't want her." His face dropped and he muttered sadly "I just want Cookie."

"Right, jerk." Steve looked around "It's getting late, we should all get some rest so we're up to dealing with this meeting tomorrow."

The others nodded and mumbled agreement before getting up to clean and heading to their rooms. Sharon tried again to talk to Bucky but he strode away too quickly for her to catch him.

Bucky tried to sleep but couldn't, like most nights since he pushed Cookie away he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. Looking at the 'glow in the dark' galaxy and blue twinkle lights that Cookie decorated his room with. She said it was too impersonal and decorated with posters, soft pillows with matching blankets and such. All space related, galaxy patterns. Usually it was calming but not right now.

Now he spent most of his time either in therapy, writing to Cookie or wallowing. Feeling angry at being controlled again, feeling sorry for himself, feeling empty because she wasn't here.

He got up to sit at his desk and write another letter to her. The letters started as declarations of his love and apologies for his actions, whether he was in control of himself or not. Now they were a running commentary of each days events and activities, plus whatever topics branched off from that, like they used to have in the evenings after dinner. They would lay on his bed with his music playing softly, holding hands and staring at the galaxy overhead, talking about their day and whatever else came to mind. Sometimes they had stayed awake talking until the sun came up.

Bucky fell asleep at his desk as he was writing, only to be jolted awake by Friday. An alarm and reminder of the meeting in 1 hour. A hot shower didn't help wake him up so he headed to the kitchen for coffee. He grumbled the entire way, Fury scheduling a meeting at 5am was just cruel and unusual, Bucky knew it was just the beginning of the punishments they would endure until things were set right.

Just to ensure that this day was shit from the gate, the first face Bucky saw was Nat, in the kitchen. He sighed and cursed his luck.

Nat smirked "Morning Barnes, you look like you haven't slept. I can come by later and help tire you out." She practically purred.

Bucky scoffed "Hard pass." Proud of himself for remembering some of the current slang that Cookie had been trying to teach him. As he looked down he noticed Nats ankle monitor and chuckled "Nice jewelry you've got there."

Nat scowled at him "Fuck you, Barnes."

Bucky smirked "In your dreams" as Nat stomped off.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed towards the conference room where Steve was already waiting. He grunted a greeting to Steve and took a seat. The rest of the team trickled in until a few minutes before 5 when Nick Fury strode in, Maria Hill following right behind. Tony ambled in shortly after and sat down.

Three hours later, everyones ears were ringing from the yelling. As they walked out of the conference room, Bucky and Sam were arguing over how many times Fury hollered "mother fucker/s" over the course of the meeting.

Sam just shook his head "I've never met a man who could yell for that long without losing his voice." He looked at Bucky then towards Sharon and Nat

"All y'all better get your acts together because if I ever have to sit through 3 hours of being yelled at by Nick Fury for something I didn't do again, someone's gonna pay."

Fury had cancelled all leave, every extra perk the team had and assigned additional training and chore duty. None of them would be having much fun anytime soon.

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Every day Cookie came home from work there was another letter from Bucky. She ate dinner alone, staring at the stack of letters, afraid to find out what they said.

Every time she thought about it she started thinking he was ending their friendship for good, then argued with herself that he wouldn't keep writing if that were the case.

On Friday night she sat on the couch eating takeout with the news on in the background. It almost felt like the letters themselves were calling out to her. Once she finished eating she cleaned up her mess and poured a second glass of wine. She sat back on the couch, turned the news off and turned some soft jazz music on before looking at the stack and sighing.

Cookie took a long drink of her wine before finally picking up the first letter. She looked over it for a few minutes, searching for any hint of what was said inside but it was just a plain envelope with Bucky's writing.

She carefully opened it and pulled the papers out. She took another drink to calm her nerves and unfolded the papers, gasping when something fell out, onto her lap. She looked down and her eyes grew wide as she picked up Bucky's dog tags. He never took them off, being one of the few items left from his past, he was very attached to them.

Cookie looked at the tags only to notice a second pair of tags. They were nicer than the set the Army gave Bucky when he enlisted. They had his full name and nickname, birth date with his birthstone and instead of his serial number it said 'Property of Y/N Y/L/N, bka Cookie, please call or return to the Avengers compound.' She laughed and couldn't hold the sob in.

With tears running down past the smile on her face, she put the dog tags over her head, held them against her heart and started reading.

Dear Cookie,

I'm not sure where to start, I have so much to say and the words keep getting mixed up in my head.

I miss you, more than I ever imagined missing someone. This place feels empty and cold without your warmth, your smile lit up my days and now everything seems dark.

I'm so, so sorry for everything, I never wanted to hurt you. I've only ever wanted to love and worship you like the goddess you are.

You probably already found my dog tags, I want you to have them. The other set were kinda meant as a joke but it's true. You own my heart and I think you always will.

I knew, that first day we met, that you were it for me. I know it might not have seemed like it at first but you scared me. The way my body reacted to your simple handshake scared the Hell outta me. I was a mess and you were so beautiful and smart. And caring, patiently waiting for me to come out of my shell. I know you deserve a better man than me but my time with Doctor Raynor has taught me that I do deserve happiness and good things.

The night we spent together was the best night of my life. I was finally feeling like I could be the man you deserve and even if you hate me and never want to speak to me again, I will Always hold the memory of that night, of being with you, making love to you, that feeling that everything is exactly how it's meant to be. I'll never let that go, even if I live another 107 years.

I'm sorry that our bliss was destroyed so quickly but if you let me, if you want to, we can rebuild it into something stronger.....

The letter went on with an update on life in the compound and Bucky's thoughts about everything. Cookie skimmed through that part, Sam had been keeping her updated on the gossip so she barely paid attention.

The letter finished....

I hope you are happy where you are now and I'm sorry for avoiding you. I didn't think I deserved your forgiveness or grace but now, I'm hoping I can earn both and prove to you that nothing is more important to me than your happiness.

All my love,

JBB

Cookie held the letter and dog tags to her chest as she cried herself to sleep, a deep restful sleep like she hadn't experienced in a long while.

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Chapter 11

[brewstersbru]

Back on the 100 words 100 days bs!! Im exciteddd!!! Have some soft sambucky 🦾🦅

Day 18: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

“What’s it like, flying?” Bucky asks, he’s chewing slowly on some ration jerky while they wait for extraction.

It’s a cold, hellish place they’re in, the kind that wreaks havoc on his arm. Another Hydra cell crushed beneath his fist—and Sam’s steel-toed boots. You’d think, after decades, they’d’ve given up on the mountains. Evidently not.

He’s trying to keep his head on straight, though. Hence, the questions.

Sam shrugs, he keeps glancing at the sky, like looking at it will make the S.H.I.E.L.D. copter show up faster.

“It’s a little like falling. Ground swept up beneath you and suddenly you’re in open air.”

He always looks dynamite in his suit. Like a leading man ripped straight from a comic book, muscles highlighted by the sleek fibre metal, cheekbones framed by the headpiece.

Bucky coughs.

“I know that feeling.”

Words: 138

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Sam Manson in a steampunk costume. She's standing confidently, with one hand on her hip and the other spinning a black noisemaker with 'chag sameach!' written across it in Hebrew. She's wearing silver goggles with purple tinted lenses pushed up on her forehead, a flowing white shirt, a sleeveless dark purple vest with two rows of silver buttons, long dark purple plaid skirt with a few tears along the hem, fishnet tights, dark steel-toed boots done up with buckles, and dark buckled arm bracers. In addition, she has a number of silver earrings, a choker necklace with a silver star of davud charm, and a longer pendant with an ayin hara charm set into a silver gear. ]

Chag Purim Sameach! | Happy Purim!

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

The Stars, The Moon, The Sun, and an Incoming Constellation

A DP x DC x Tfrb fic - also posted on my Ao3 Agentsquirrel

After marrying Danny and getting engaged to Tucker, Sam packs up the trio and heads to Griffin Rock, a place that is rumored to be just as chaotic as Amity Park.

Of course, the Fenton luck follows them, and the three of them find out their family will soon become bigger than they thought.

"Shots fired at the dock! Dad, be careful!" Cody said, his voice shaking with worry.

"I promise, all protocol will be followed to the letter." Chase said, speeding towards the dock, Blades flying overhead.

They parked, and immediately, Charlie knew they were in over their head. A white goth woman no older than Dani was pinned behind a cement parking barrier, her forehead grazed and her forearm shot right through the skin, missing bone but severing muscle. She was oddly calm though, her body language free of shock as she kept pressure on her wound and watched the battle with rapt concentration.

"Danny, love, quit being cocky and wrap this up. The police are here, and Tuck's gotta scram." She said into her flip phone, the thing absolutely ancient compared to the cell phone, this year's model, shoved in her steel toed boot.

"Chase, I can't see anything! Whatever is opening fire is just a green blur!" Blades was bordering on a full on panic, Dani fully in control.

"It looks like a fight between a gang trying to set up shop and whatever that green blur is. Stay back dad, looks like it can fly fast." Dani said, retreating from the fight after scanning for civilians. The situation seemed to be resolving itself without them.

"Miss, do you require medical attention?" Charlie yelled over the sounds of gunfire.

"I'm fine, my partner needs to HURRY THE FUCK UP!"

With one last final blast, a white, blue eyed, black haired boy ran from the scene and behind Chase, his sneakers soaked in blood and a green substance Charlie hoped was paint.

"I got trapped between that… thing and the shootout. I don't know what I stepped in, but I think it's all blood." He said, panting hard, his face and arms cut up from debris. "My name is Danny Mason. That's my wife Sam. I'm a medic, got a first aid kit on you?" Charlie handed it over, and on a whispered count of three, he dashed over to his wife, quickly applying a tourniquet and dragging her towards the squad car. "Tuck's fine, is at the hotel. After we give a statement, I am taking you to the hospital."

"Wait." Graham said over comms Daniel and Sam Mason-Foley, with their fiance Tucker? Like, Mason industries, and Foley computer systems? Dad, half the island buys their tech, its the most repairable, environmentally sustainable, and secure software and computer companies on the market, and a flagship brand against planned obsolescence. Please, play nice. This could legitimately be huge for the island."

"Noted. Kade, you too."

Kade sighed. "Got it. Be nice to the Luskey Jrs."

"Do you need a ride? I can follow up on a statement later. I can have you flown to the mainland for a checkup or let you call for a ride."

"It's not-" Sam started, wincing as Danny cleaned her head wound.

"We will take that flight. I don't like the look of her head wound, and I am no good at stitches."

"First, call Tucker, so he can rub it in our faces." Sam said, hissing as Dani caught up to them and started redressing her wounds, Chase and Charlie clearing the area, Charlie trying not to vomit at the sight of the finely pureed gangster decorating multiple shipping containers and an overturned forklift.

"Well, this is… unpleasant." Chase said, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

In the background, Blades flew towards the mainland, very glad he wasn't on clean-up duty.

"Hey, there's my moon and stars!" Tucker said, dropping his duffel bag on a spare chair before resting a hand on Danny's shoulder and kissing Sam's cheek.

"Only if you are the sun." Sam said, a little loopy from the pain medication, the hospital keeping her under observation for a few more hours.

The nurse came in, oddly nervous, holding a box. "So, I have some news. Sirs, could I ask Mrs. Mason a question in private? Hospital policy, it will only take a minute."

"Oh." Danny said, suddenly concerned. "Sure. Be back soon, Sam. Love you."

"Love you too." Sam replied as Tucker and Danny awkwardly shuffled out of the hospital room.

The nurse watched them leave, then took a deep breath. "It's hospital policy to for this to be private. There's a few questions I have to ask first, but…" She opened the box. Inside, there was a positive pregnancy test, in a sanitary box, and some paperwork.

Sam looked shocked, covering her mouth and choking back a squeal. "I'm pregnant." She whispered. "I thought that. Could you bring my partners in?"

"Of course, but I have to ask a couple of questions before it, standard stuff."

"Oh. OK."

"First I have to give you this." The nurse gave Sam a couple of business cards with referrals to maternity resources, domestic violence hotlines, and reproductive care information. "Nothing personal, we give them to all patients with positive tests. In the same vein, have you experienced any threats of violence, acts of violence, coercion, or felt that your right to consent has been violated by chosen partners, friends, ex partners, or family members?"

"No."

"Would you like or have the need for confidential referrals to counseling on your pregnancy, either by our support counselors or religious clergy?"

"No."

"Would you like to keep the test?"

Sam smiled. "Yes. Could you bring my partners in?"

The nurse nodded, and closed up the box with the test inside. "In the box is the same forms and resources in writing, and some other paperwork. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Sam said, wiping away a few tears.

Tucker and Danny rushed back into the room, their voices overlapping with worry.

"Guys, enough. Open the box." Sam said, offering it to Danny.

Danny ripped it open, throwing the top aside. He dropped it in shock. "I'm…I'm…"

Tucker gasped, a huge grin on his face. "We are gonna be dads!" He yelled, rushing to hug Sam while shaking with excitement.

"I didn't know I could…" Danny said, obviously in shock.

"Danny, DANNY!" Sam yelled, snapping him out of his trance. "I demand attention for my sacrifice."

"Oh!" Danny squeaked, jumping into action. He gave Sam a peck on the cheek before grabbing her hand and flopping into one of the chairs. "We gotta call Jazzy."

"No, duh, but first, I want you two." Sam grumped, returning Danny's kiss. "I already have names for 'em." She said, resting her head on Danny's shoulder while Tucker was already looking up all the latest baby gear and thinking up his own.

"If it's Danny's bio kid, then it's gonna be Cassiopeia or Orion. If it's Tucker's bio kid, it's either Sadie or Orion. My selections are final and not up for debate."

"Yes, ma'am." Danny and Tucker intoned, only half joking. Sam's word was law, after all.

Danny counted backward in his head and gasped. "Uh, Sam. Who's gonna tell your parents that this one's probably mine?"

"Not it!" Danny and Tucker yelled, Sam catching on too late.

"Fuck." Sam hissed.

Danny chuckled. "Apparently, we are quite good at that." He earned a tug on the ear for that comment. "Ow. I deserved that."

Tucker did the math too. "Yep. First one is likely gonna be… no, wait, Danny failed math, we have got a fifty-fifty shot here."

"Meh. Doesn't mean much to me. I am bad at doing hair anyway." Sam said, only half joking.

[itwasthisorthemilitary]

May 11, 2024

Just shy of 3 months since I left Boston.

All of the volunteers in Panama Oeste have to start taking preventative malaria pills because it's getting more and more prolific in this region. This morning I got the 5 AM chiva into Chorrera to pick up my new pills. But today was with a surprise! Liv and I had been planning a super sneaky suprrise for Samuel. Sam's birthday is next week so Liv came up with a lovely little lie on why she HAD to come to Panama Oeste this weekend from Chiriqui. She boarded the midnight bus and met me at 6:15 this morning. We had a breakfast date as we waited for Sam to meet me in Chorrera. Sam and I had a routine day in Chorrera planned, new medications, wifi, cafe, ice, electricity. It was adorable seeing his face when he saw Liv was here. So I got to see two of my favorite people, I am very happy. They are currently on a little date while I do some work on my laptop in the cafe. Rumors that I might get to see Caitlin today are in the air as well, not getting my hopes up, and it's hard to communicate with her because of signal, but hopefully she's also making her way in for the new medication.

Skin has fully cleared up. Things at site are...simply what they are. As before, its less day to day and more an hour to hour frame of reference. Sometimes I feel optimistic, sometimes I feel miserable, almost always I feel exhausted. I typically do alright with the bugs, but scorpions are a different story. After my shower on Thursday night I saw about a 4" scorpion on my wall. I panicked and then smacked it with a frying pan. It wasn't enought to kill him so he fell to the floor and scurried under my shelf. Ain't no way I was about to look under that shelf. So then I kinda panicked. Why am I putting myself through this? I could be living somewhere where the odds of scoprions being in my pillow case is much closer to 0%. Also, I don't have electricity so all of this was unfolding with me holding a small, solar paneled lamp. I proceeded to completely strip my bed; sheets, pillowcases, taking the mattress off the frame, re-tucking in the bug net. The bed was safe. After I had reassembled my bed, the fucker crawled out from under the shelf. I proceeded to crunch him into a pulp with my $12 steel toed boots. He is still sitting there on the floor, I can't bear to move it, and I hope it serves as a warning to any other scoprions that find themselves in my room.

I found out that the director/teacher of the school wants me to paint a mural on one of the walls of the school. Probably either a painting of the world or the country, not sure yet. But I am headed to school on Monday to discuss more.

I also got a traditional pair of cutarras from a man in my town who makes them. I visited him on like my second day at site and he took measurements of my feet. Yesterday, he texted and said they were ready. I really love them and they fit perfectly. Not realllllly sure when I will wear them because with all the rain they're not the most practical.

Hola to everyone who is still reading this, love you <3

[burnsopale]

Cut scene from PtCtB: swamp dragons

It was said that cats and dogs could sense changes in their owner’s mood, and would comfort you if you were having a bad day.

Swamp dragons were a lot less intelligent than other pets, but they were capable, in lucid moments, of a great deal of love, especially towards the people who gave them treats.

The only problem with being cuddled by a swamp dragon was that their drool was corrosive, their claws could rend wood, and they might explode at any time.

Sam and Sybil just sort of lived with that. Vimes was used to wearing steel-toed slippers around the house to make sure no one ate his toes when he stuck them under the dinner table. He had resigned himself to going through an endless parade of new trousers, as the old ones were slashed, chewed and dribbled on. And he dutifully let the little ones ride around on his shoulder while he re-rigged and adjusted the traps on the roof, to get them used to shoulder-sitting before they were given to new owners.

That day, he came home to find his wife buried in fish-eyed, scaly critters. They were in her lap, on her shoulders, on the back of the chair, and climbing her legs. A purple dam put her head back and gave a mournful wail, a sound somewhere between a banshee and a goose. A round, green baby-dragon rolled backwards off the armrest and lay on the carpet looking at Vimes upside down.

Upon noticing daddy’s arrival, a few of them waddled over to circle and sniff him, peer blearily up to see if he was dangerous, and, regardless of whether or not he was, if he had brought treats. In a sense, since anything can kill a swamp dragon, it is also true that nothing can kill a swamp dragon; if a knight had brandished a sword against this lot, they would have eaten it. And then his armour. And then his horse.

Sybil was sitting with her arms around Dribble, her face against his. He was tucked into the crook of her neck and appeared to be asleep despite the chorus of fluting and the occasional wail from the dam.

Vimes waited, but Sybil did not look up.

He drew a deep breath and let it out again.

“Alright, you lot, time for bed,” he said, picking up Scalebard Jumpforjoy XVII under one arm and hoisting Measle Moonbeam up onto his shoulder, where she dug her claws in and trembled in her perpetual anxiety.

The purple dam wailed again.

“All of you,” Vimes said.

[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ruinedmyself || bruises and bruising || accepting!

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

karaoke night poker. dollar whiskey. bad idea.

doing the walk of shame from the bar down the road to the hotel you're holed up in with your brother shouldn't feel as god damn dreadful as this one does. but damn it! this one? this one is for the books. why? cause not only is dean bloodied up something pretty damn furious. knuckles. busted lip. a good sized knot forming on his forehead just above a cracked open brow. and a sure to be shiner on that same eye. but he lost what winnings he had from his card game (which might've been the start of the whole brawl to begin with) and he's about five sheets to the wind on cheap booze.

got some really cheap lipstick smeared over his collar and up into his hair that he doesn't even remember getting there and he can only hope it was from the lady left over that looked like roadkill dressed up for halloween and not the guy dressed up on the stage singing blondie's heart of glass complete with her 70's get up straight from the goodwill dumpster...

.............HOLY SHIT he has bottomed out before but whatever town this is? it drug him under the dumpster and then threw it right the hell on top of him. why? cause goodwill bin debbie hairy was the one who started slinging fists so hard that dean couldn't keep dodging cause three of debbie's buddies (two had steel toed boots, party foul!) were doing the same and even though she was a guy (literally..just a guy with a beard dressed up like debbie harry or as he put DEBBIE HAIRY--it was a schtick) until dean and his drunk ass was a.) broke and b.) broken.

sober? might not've been a problem. back up? definitely coulda handled four on two. but pulling a god damn knife on people swinging fists? he wasn't gonna do that even if he was losing cause.. he spit blood on the ground and wrapped a bloody knuckled palm around the hilt of his knife and rolled his eyes as he shouldered the door open. they were using fists. he used fists. stupid. whatever. so he tossed the knife on the table soon as he walked in the room, threw sam a look and walked to the little sink to spit a mouthful of blood in it. a groan leaves his mouth as he palms some mess off. "guys. and one ugly lady. turns out. bearded debbie hairy's back up singers don't mess around. this town takes karaoke pretty damn serious. shoulda gone for stairway."

[safetypinned]

@murderdeals (crowley) || big, long gore / horror prompt meme || accepting!

034   ...   red room

took sam a long time to track down where they were stealing away these women to. vampires. providing a service to the sick and twisted rich few. the entire ring was run out of an old asylum/ tuberculosis hospital about six miles out of the city. creepy place. bars on the windows. broken glass on the ground floor and darkened, shadowy mirrors to the outside world on the uppers. marked on a map was a stormcellar door that appeared to have a modern lock. looked like something a random security guard or maintanence would use. like the place was left but not forgotten. nor willing to be parted with.

what sam saw when he, finally, got into the website? and their cameras filled the screen? made him sick in the stomach to the point he almost threw up. women being fed on. torn apart by hungry fangs and claws. tortured and screaming victims. some where alone and trying to scratch their way through walls made of stone and concrete til their nails were ripped off and their fingers bled. voices hoarse from all the screaming. or the gaping holes in their necks. barely healed. some not even bothering to be shut. before, they too, were shredded into bits all for the prying eye of some sick bastards that were getting off on this shit. he blew up dean's phone the minute he had the hard hit on the location. and his alias had an instant messaging offering to come and watch.

sam's thumbnail was turned into a mess as he sat there, chewing on it and waiting for the call back that was taking too DAMN LONG. made him wonder what the hell was going on with his brother. dean don't make me come find you. the longer he sat? the more he decided, fuck it. took him only a little while to jog there from the busstop the cab dropped him off at. three miles into the woods and down a hill into the clearing where the place sat would've been even faster if it weren't for the bag on his back. he almost finished with the code that appeared in his messenger when, just before he hit pound, he heard something swing through the air. his world flashed brilliantly white for a split second. then BLACK.

that was about two hours ago. before sam woke in one of the rooms he saw on the cameras. a little bundle of red lights beamed his way from the corner. the taste of chemicals and rot in the back of his mouth. blood trickled down his nose. a voice told him to hold on. they'd be right with him. and..they were. two vampires. one entered carrying his bag. and one of the vials of dead man's blood in his hand. inspecting it with bared fangs. his cuffed hands provided no shield to the steel toed boot that swung up and caught him in his ribs. a grunt separated his lips and sam spit out the blood he coughed up with a heaving breath. 'we're gonna send you back to your brother in a jar.. that's all that's going to be left.' reddened teeth were bared behind the winchester's pulled back lips. sam spit another glob of blood towards them. anger. rage. long took over fear. he was lured here. he fucked up. is he pissed off more at himself or them and what the hell they were up to? hard to tell. the smell of sulfur fills his senses. doesn't seem to get the attention of his captors as they advance, sam's trying to work his hands free from his bindings. a familiar little cough. the sound spun all their heads around towards the demon standing directly behind them. crowley??

[arbiterlexultionis]

Sam, Tucker, Ellie and Jazz all wind up in the dimension as well while looking for Danny, and wind up taking up the same hobby.

Cyborg has Tucker following him around and at first try’s to ignore it/make the random civilian stay somewhere safe, and then during a fight a piece of his tech gets blown off, and when he’s in a tuff spot Tucker pops up out of nowhere with the piece of tech jury rigged into a energy weapon. It was a piece of his coms systems??

Jazz follows around Black Canary, who decides to give this kiddo a chance after Jazz goes full therapist on 5 goons. By the time she got there to “save” Jazz 3 of the 5 were crying, the fourth was on the brink of tears while talking about how his fathers emotional neglect drove him down a life of crime so that he could finally be seen for the first time in his life. The fifth wanted all his life to be a therapist and help people, but his families medical bills and his lack of self confidence prevented him from going to college. Jazz already sent tons of resources for scholarships(and yes, the first thing Jazz did when she wound up in an alternate dimension was start investigating its academic environment)

Sam either A) goes for Raven because Hello Goth Boss lady or B) says screw the hero’s and starts hanging out with Ivy and Harley. Maybe a mix of both? Harley and Ivy accept her when she kicks the Joker on the ball with her steel toed boots. Raven is actually kinda happy to finally have a proper fan, but when she accidentally goes full Eldritch during a battle she’s certain that’s gone out the window. Sam’s all like “holy shit, that was awesome. I haven’t seen anyone else able to do that as well as Danny in ages.”

Ellie meets Wonder Woman, and instead of trying to drive off her little fan like everyone else had been trying to do Wonder Woman takes one look at Ellie and goes “Mine”. From then on Ellie is Her Little Warrior.

Vlad eventually follows them through, planning to do all his usual maniacal bullshit. But then he meets Lex Luthor. And is all like. “Oh no, he’s Hot”. Vlad and Lex become a power couple and apparently having a caring partner to come home to and Cuddles does wonders for the whole “heartless evil mastermind” thing, so they mostly just chill now. Vlad still considers himself Danny’s father/uncle, and as such cracks terrible dad jokes and teases him relentlessly. Luthor may be chill now, but he’s still a petty bastard, so when ever he and Vlad have a night to themselves he intentionally leaves the sound proofing turned off. Superman’s ears BLEED. He goes to the watch tower to escape the noise. When he heard them talking about putting on the Superman costume and discussing which one will be “Captured” he screamed like a madman while flying to the moon. Vlad and Lex watch him take off through a telescope/satellite and laughed their asses off. Lex has a close up shot of Superman’s horror framed and hung up on the wall of his office.

Superman has a stalker. He first noticed the kid a few weeks ago on a rooftop close to where he had just defeated some robbers. He hadn't thought much of it initially. Then the kid popped up a few days later once again close to one of his fights. This time, Superman took notice of a camera in the small child's hands. He had his suspicions about what was going on but held off until he saw the kid for a third time.

This time he couldn't help but go over to tell the kid off about how dangerous it was. He would be more than happy to take pictures with him later but being this close to fights was dangerous. When the boy managed a stunned nod, Superman thought he got the message. That is until he spotted this child a couple days later, tiny hands once again wrapped around a camera as he took pictures. It was at this moment that he recalled Bruce telling him about how Tim first got acquainted with the Bats. Oh no.

Surprisingly, Danny doesn't particularly mind his current situation. I mean sure, he's stuck in a ten year old body and stranded in another dimension but he was in a world full of superheroes. Better yet, the superhero of the city he was currently staying in was apparently an alien. How cool is that? Maybe the sneaking close to his fights to get pictures was a little much. But that had led to Superman talking to him. Ok well it was closer to scolding him but same difference.

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: Though the New Mexico weather is distinctly unseasonal, there’s a full stocking for Mutt hanging on the mantle; a candy cane that almost runs the length of the stocking, chocolate, some new sketching pencils and erasers, a pocket watercolor set, two new lighters, and a new pocket knife to add to his collection. Under the tree, there's even more: sketchbooks, a small radio and cassette player complete with cassette tapes, several books (selections include books on art and art history and a small collection of Steinbeck and Kerouac novels just the right size for his backpack), and a new pair of steel-toed boots in just the right size.

When he’s opened everything, Sam and Al pull him into a hug and Sam kisses the top of his head.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

give mutt gifts!

it isn't the first christmas they've spent together. it is, though, the first where sam is sam. that makes it markedly different. mutt recalls watching his eyes mist over whenever he thought about his own family celebrations, when he remembered through the swiss-cheesing, then continuing as if nothing troubled him.

(that had troubled mutt, but if he'd stopped everything necessary because it caused him alarm -- he probably wouldn't be here. and that doesn't stop at what quantum leaping does to somebody's psyche.)

with his spoils gathered together neatly, he's the one who finds tears pushing at his lashlines. he was unsure if he could even still do that, it had been so long since he'd found himself on the verge of crying. when he's warmly pressed against them, a heavy inhale-sniffle through his nose takes care of that.

being known by them isn't so bad.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 10x07 Girls, Girls, Girls

“We saw Rowena’s face, but that was it, right?” “boobies” “Do they make steel-toed stripped boots? They should make more durable work boots” “It really doesn’t that much pressure to break a neck, I don’t know for real though, but your neck has to be super relaxed to turn like that. He’s a demon I guess” “hell yeah brother” “That’s a demon, obviously” “definitely a Canadian trucker” “8 hours is a helluva detour. I’ve driven further to see you, I guess” 

“I don’t understand” “When are we going to find out that it’s a demon?” “There it is” “nice” “Are they in Vegas or some shit?” “Huh” “Just fkn kill his ass” “How does this make it any better? Just trying to get him to fuck off” “I don’t understand the whole point of this scene or whatever” “Doesn’t that just turn him into a crazy person now?” “what a dirty ass bar” “She doesn’t seem like Zinfandel type” “Are we just frying his brain or what?” “Oh, he built a throne? Or is it the same one? Maybe its different lighting” “How would you know that it’s done by only one person if it’s on the internet?” “Oof” “A newb? Really?” “He’s got the ring on the right hand. Oh it’s this fkn guy. Fuck this guy” “Some misplaced sense of masculinity’ “So if your family is big on supernatural, and you wanna run out on them, this is the perfect excuse. The greater mission. See you later bitches” “Hey his hair is better” “Sam’s not so much” “It’s not sunlight” “what a weird fkn scene” What I think - she felt rejected so she left

“Huh” “Dropping your gun man. Jesus” “still going to beat his ass huh?” “Fkn got him again” “Saw that coming. Cool effect though” “you’ve got my gun asshole” “or a doornail” “gotta say the magic words. Thank you” “good speech” “almost like they didn’t do the color grading for the bridge scene. Everything else is color graded” “What with the PPE?” laughter

“That was a good effect. I like that”

[morphitime]

Amazing artwork of my players for our campaign. 

Gragnar our Sorcerer Kobold who just picked a fight with death. 

Steel-Toed Sam our Rouge and hot mom of the group. Also, the only levelheaded/sane person in this madhouse. 

Phraan the Bard/Rouge who betrayed his country and sold his soul for love.

Seraphina the runaway prices who would do anything to find her dead husband.

Art By: https://twitter.com/LustriaVT - @lustriavt

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[tachvintlogic]

[Image Description(/Analysis?): A drawing of Valerie Gray in the first iteration of her red ghost hunter suit holding a anti-ghost gun on a white background.

The outlines of the drawing have a pencil-sketch style to them. The coloring is evocative of marker or even watercolor in the way her suit appears more pink where the light hits it and the way the black parts of the gun have no uniform shade.

She is wearing black steel-toed boots, black gloves, a rectangular backpack, and a full body red jumpsuit complete with helmet.

There is a black button on her chest that appears to be on a panel in her suit. The complete outline of this panel is partially covered by her left arm (her left not our left) going across the torso and grabbing a strap on the weapon. There is a black collar that separates the body of the suit from the helmet, and the helmet has a visor that allows you to see her eyes.

Her eyes have no pupils and her irises are large and green, so large you can barely see the whites of her eyes. The whites of her eyes are so small, in fact, that it's easy to mistake them for pupils and if you do that, it looks like she's looking at her gun. Once you correct that mistake, you realize she's staring at you, the viewer, and an exclamation mark is next to her face indicating surprise. She appears to have been fiddling with the ghost gun when she suddenly noticed the viewer.

She is holding the gun upright so we can clearly see that it's about half as tall as she is. The end of the gun pointing down is emitting green pulse-rings, and that end has a bell-shaped nozzle like the ones found at the bottom of rockets such as the space shuttle.

The gun's height plus the fact that she's less than 5 of her own head's tall give the impression that she's quite short.

She is drawn such that the smallest part of her waist appears a bit larger than the width of her head. However, because we are seeing her at a slight angle and the helmet is presumably adding bulk to her head, the smallest part of her waist would be larger in relation to the head than it appears. The muscles on her arms, thighs, and calves are large enough to suggest that she works out, and their proportions complement the width of her waist and hips extremely well in a way that is very pleasing to the eye.

In the show, Valerie's waist was about the size of her head or slightly smaller, one of the largest of the recurring teenage female characters. In the Red Huntress suit her waist was significantly smaller than the size of her head and about the size of Sam's or Paulina's waist.

In the canon show and other cartoons with their giant heads and almost stick figure bodies, this drawing of Valerie looks "chubby" in comparison. However, the proportions between the width of the waist, the head, the hips, the legs, and the arms are so evocative of the proportions of a real human being, that I actually hesitate to call her chubby because on a real life person the head is supposed to be smaller than the waist. By that standard, she isn't chubby at all, even if she is by cartoon standards.

In summary, this is a drawing of Valerie Gray where it looks like her torso has enough room to fit all of her internal organs.

End Image Description]

we would have shiny chrome future world if valerie's body type stayed the same in her suit