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marksbear · 2 years ago

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Hello Mark! May I request shameless male yn x hangman? Yn would ask hangman to have sex all the time in public, private, or literally anywhere you can imagine. He's also very flirty and like to grab Jake's ass as a joke. One day yn want to try something new so he decided to put a vibrator up his ass and go visit jake but he accidently broke the remote controller which results in the vibrator vibrating uncontrollably. In the end hangman have to come to the scene and rescue naughty yn.

-B

Hey B! Of course you can request this I love Hangman! I hope you enjoy it! And sorry for taking so long😭@belosstuff

Warnings! public sex, walking in, Y/n and jake are just total sluts, teasing, dirty talk, blowjob, vibrator

C/s- call sign

HANGMAN X MALE READER

"Hey who's that?" Bob asks and points at the man who is currently just grabbing and slapping Jake's ass. "Y/n L/n Jake's boyfriend." Coyote answers eyeing the couple.

"They have been dating for a while I think" Coyote adds watching Y/n try to pull Hangman's pants down. "Jesus they're all over each other." Phoenix says turning her chair away from the dirty couple.

"It's everyday with them two. Y/n is one shameless motherfucker. Let me tell y'all. One time I invited both of them to my house over the holidays right? I leave them for twenty minutes in the living room by themselves. I came back to Y/n and Jake banging on the floor." Coyote tells the story and seems kinda normal about it.

"They never changed. Last week Maverick saw Y/n grinding his crotch on Hangman ass and Y/n got in trouble, but he kept on doing it."

The team was warming up in the skies just doing y'know basic removers and dog fighting.

Y/n and Hangman were paired up and currently hunting down Maverick while the others listen to their conversations.

"Hangman do you hear over?" The group circle around the intercom to hear better.

"Loud and proud babe. Over" Hangman answers turning his around looking at Y/n jet besides his own.

"After we take the old man down, lets fuck for a job well done alright?"

"Couldn't think of a better way to celebrate Y/n." Y/n turns his head around to face Hangman. Y/n takes off his air mask and blows a kiss to Jake. Jake acts like he catches it and puts it on his chest.

"The two of you will be doing three hundred push ups after this exercise." Maverick says breaking the two conversations with an irritated tone.

"Oh oh old man is jealous." Jake says with a smirk.

"Don't worry Mave. You can watch we don't mind. Since I know it's probably been a while since you had some action. But you can watch me and my boyfriend so you can learn. We will even invite the whole team so they won't get jealous."

Y/n offers flying above Maverick while Hangman goes under Maverick.

"Might as well start prepping yourself Hangman cause i'm about to get him." Y/n says smugly.

"God just fuck me already Y/n." Hangman lets out a fake moan which makes Y/n let out a loud laugh.

"Bring it on you two!" Maverick says flying faster trying to get away from the two.

"What the hell are those two doing?" Maverick says looking at the couple who was supposed to be doing push ups, but instead Hangman has his legs around Y/n waist holding onto his shoulders as they kiss. And for Y/n hes pinning Jake to a Jet grinding his hard clothed cock onto Jake's ass.

"If you think you can tame them two. You're wrong. Hangman is already rude and cocky by himself but when Y/n is with him hes arrogant and more of an asshole than he is. And hes a bit of a trophy boyfriend with him but in the nice way." Phoenix walks up to Maverick already knowing about his confusion.

"Are they always like that?" Maverick asks turning around to Phoenix. "Always. I think the universe made them for each other. Both of their egos and personality boost the others. So in short words no them two wouldn't change for the world." Phoenix answers.

"I knew you would wanted to watch old man!" Y/n shots with a smirk on his face.

It was a quiet day in the classrooms and Maverick is going on and on about safety and loyalty also about trusting your teammates. Y/n is clenching on his shirt for dear life and his mouth is shut tight.

Y/n is sitting in the very back so the vibrator couldn't be heard from the others only he can hear it.

"C/s. Answer the question." Maverick picks Y/n since Y/n is looking out the window not even making an effort to make it seem like he was paying attention. "C/s?" Maverick asks again crossing his arms looking at the young lieutenant. "C/s are you with us?" Maverick asked sounding a bit worried causing everyone to turn their heads facing Y/n.

Y/n turns his head back around facing Maverick. "f-fuck uhm... It's about s-shit!" Y/n covers his face feeling his body heat up and he feels the vibrator stuck on the highest setting making him almost non-verbal.

"Its about the speed you or your partner goes and the--- oh fuck~ t-the outcome of the whole mission..." Y/n throws his head back and covers his mouth hiding his moans and curses.

"Y/n are you not feeling well? Do I need to send you to the medbay." Maverick says walking closer to Y/n. Y/n panics and stops Maverick by saying. "Yeah! All good just having a little headache you know." Everyone but Hangman buys the excuse.

Hangman knows his boyfriend is lying and knows he isn't okay so he asks Maverick could he sit next to him. "Fine but no funny business I mean it C/s." Hangman moves to his seat and walks and sits to his boyfriend.

Jake immediately hears the buzzing once he sat next to him and gave him "What did you do?" Look on his face. Y/n puts his hand in his pocket and takes the vibrator remote and hands it to Jake. "It broke and now it's ten." Y/n answers the question turning his head slightly.

Jake sits back getting comfortable in his chair thinking about ways he can help his boyfriend. Jake smirks once he gets an idea. "Well we got to go to the bathroom but you can't go now because of your problem." Y/n picks up what Jake is saying and pulls up his chair for hes closer to the table.

Jake moves his chair closer as well making sure Y/n would be covered and as well his hands. Jake sneaks his hand to Y/n crotch and pulls down the fly. Y/n helps him out by pulling his pants and underwear down slightly giving Jake easy access.

Hangman runs his fingers around the tip of Y/n cock play around with the head. Y/n glares at Jake for teasing him and Jake smirks and mumbles a fake "Sorry." Before wrapping his hands around his cock giving him lazy pumps. Even though Jake is being lazy it is still satisfying him.

Y/n bucks his hips a little making sure to cause no attention. Jake feels Y/n thrusting up into his hand so he decided to help his boyfriend by jerking him off at a faster pace feeling Y/n cock twitches.

"Oh didn't know you can cum this early." Hangman teases feeling precum slides down his hand. "Don't get cocky. It---it's just~ the vibrator. g-gah fuck im close." Y/n moans are quiet but some huffs and tiny groans can be heard if someone really tries hard to listen.

Y/n's whole body almost gives out from his intense orgasm. He had to bite his hand to old back his noises as he painted Hangman's white. Y/n covers his face as he bolts his hips back and forth as he rides out his orgasm. Once Y/n is out of his high he puts himself back in his pants and fixes his clothes.

"Look at my hand. This is probably the biggest load you ever shot. All because of me." Jake says smugly looking at his cum covered hand. "It's all hot and sticky." Jake adds trying to show Y/n, but Y/n pushes his hand away. "Go ask to go to the medbay and go to the nearest bathroom. I'll be out soon after you." Hangman tells his boyfriend the plan.

"Sir! May I go to the medbay?" Y/n asks with a shot standing up from his seat. Maverick gives Y/n his permission. Y/n bolts out feeling his cock begin to get hard again from the vibrations.

TIMESKIP

Y/n is laying on the bathroom sink waiting for his boyfriend. Shortly enough Hangman arrives locking the door behind him. "Okay. Care to explain why the hell you have a vibrator in your ass?" Hangman asks watching his boyfriend take off his clothes and folding them on the sink.

"Well I forgot we had classes today and I wanted to surprise you with a visit since remember I told you yesterday I wouldn't be coming. But turns out I turned it on to the highest setting by accident and broke it..." Hangman laughs at his boyfriend story uncontrollably.

"Shut up Jake! Cause remember that one time you got turned on from the jet vibrations and I snuck inside your jet to help you-----" "OKAY! Moving on!" Jake cuts his boyfriend off. Y/n sighs and leans on the wall covering his face. "Just help me out Jake. Get this stupid toy out of me." Y/n asks with a groan.

Hangman turns his boyfriend around on the wall so his chest is on the wall. Jake moves Y/n hips out to make it easier to get the toy out. "God your wet. Maybe I should be the to----" "Jake don't even finish that thought." Y/n shoots down the idea.

After a while Jake finally takes the toy out of his boyfriend and Y/n sighs in relief. Jake throws the toy in the trash since it's useless now. "How about I get an award?" Jake says cockily pointing at Y/n hard cock. "You still have your clothes on and we can't make a mess." Y/n answers rubbing Jake's head giving Jake an idea.

"Fuck my throat. And i'll swallow every drop. Please sir!~ I've been such a good boy for you!" Jake sinks down to his knees opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out.

Y/n gives in to his boyfriend laying his cock on Jake's tongue. Jake immediately wraps his lips around the tip giving it lazy kitten licks. Hangman wraps his hands around the other half of Y/n cock as he suck the other he can fit. Jake bobs his head back and forth looking up at Y/n making eye-contact. Hangman lets go of the part he can't fit and puts his hands on Y/n thighs giving Y/n access to his throat. Y/n takes the invitation and uses both of his hands to pull Jake's hair yanking him up and down on his cock.

Y/n moves his hands to the back of Jake's head pushing him all the way on his cock out of nowhere causing Jake to moan and gag on his cock. Jake tries to push his head back but always gets pushed back to the base by Y/n. Jake gags and chokes on Y/n cock causing tears to run down his face. Y/n keeps Jake head down as he skull fucks him. Jake cries around Y/n cock as Y/n fucks him merciless.

Y/n feels the knot in his stomach tighten so he bucks his hips up and down throwing his head back. Y/n hears all of the gagging and whimpering from Jake and lets his head go. Jake pulls away as quickly as he can gasping for air. Jake looks up at Y/n and eyes his twitching cock. "Again. Again again! Make me pass out I don't care do just it again until you cum!" Jake begs eagerly clawing Y/n thighs. Y/n looks down at Jake a bit surprised but does the request.

Jake moans and screams around the cock but is muffled by his gagging. Jake never breaks eye-contact with Y/n as he destroys his throat. Hangman begins to feel lightheaded and stops trying to pull himself off of Y/n cock dropping his hands and letting his head lean into Y/n hand going where it's going. "F-fuck! Jake im cumming fuck! You're such a good boy~ for taking me all in such a good boy you are! Im cumming fuck take it nice and deep be a good boy and swallow everything!" Y/n praises with a few more thrust before shooting his load down Jake's throat.

Jake chokes and gags trying to swallow the load and his body trying to make him let some fall out or spit some out. but he ignores his body by putting a hand on his mouth to stop himself. Jake swallows everything and gasps for air "what the hell Y/n! How much cum you have today Jesus almost died trying to swallow all of that." Jake scolds slapping Y/n thighs.

"You been having blue balls huh?" Jake suggests and earns a harsh slap on the back. "No. we have sex like almost everyday. I don't know why I shot so much today." Y/n gets his clothes back on and fixes himself and Jake.

"You better fuck me with a load like that once we get home, so we can fuck for hours." Jake opens the door and turns around to Y/n with a smirk. "Bye C/s hope you had a good time in the clinic. Aren't I just the best doctor.~ Jake pokes fun at Y/n before shutting the door going back to class.

"Hangman where the hell have you been?" Maverick asks the young man. Who has the biggest smirk on his face and sits down beside the knowing Coyote. "Sorry the bathroom was kinda packed." Hangman answers with a dry voice. "You dogs..." Coyote whispers to Jake.

"What? We can't help it."

THE END

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weirdcat1213 · 1 year ago

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another day another week ANOTHER FUCKING VOLUME-

okok lets relax

vol 11 thoughts

chap 1:

you know i barely remember this so it should be fun :D

-CHAPEL IDC IF THIS A FLASHBACK BUT THE TF OUT OF MY HOUSE

-"all he did was to shoot you in the spine" lmao elendira calling legato a baby is my favorite thing

-you know what girlie youre so right- oh a joke? damn it

-ily zazie, youre so cool

-VASH SLEEPING IN THE CAR :D

-oh hey brad is here

-ah NO NOT THE AFTERMATH MOMENTS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-brad, brad, honey....he knows

-why is my poor baby apologizing :c

-i mean brad's fears are valid and all but HE DOESNT KNOW AND WE KNOW AND VASH KNOWS AND ITS ALL JUST REALLY SAD

-GIVE MY MAN A BREAK LMAO XD

-also i can relate to livio here cuz rn my environment is too trusting and im so paranoid about security like yeah vash, i would never sleep in the back of a car of someone whom i just met you dumbass-

-shut up literally shut up

-fair

-Ion Blaster TM time :3

-final phase you say-

-oh....oh no. vash, this is gonna be one of those moments where you sigh and curse knives for being kinda right

-oh he angy xd

-OHH RIGHT YEAH

-yeap...they are fucked atm

-OMG ITS THEM THEYRE COMING YIPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D

chap 2

-THEYRE ALMOST HEREEEEE

-catch me being that guy when the end comes (just a dude in a coat with a hat playing music, thats gonna be me)

-oh god no, the worst and most boring thing you could do is to label knives as a terrorist. the guy is so much more and that word just doesnt fit him

-yes thank you! no time for nonsense

-THERE SHE IS HEY GIRLLLLL ITS BEEN SO LONG, TOO LONG, YOU LOOK SO PRETTY :3

-MILLY MY BELOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

-when was the last time we saw them? 2 volumes ago?

-"i would never would have imagined this. that the world could change so fast" and that goes on the list of "timeless trigun things" or TTT for short

-:c

-wait so...transphobe guy? get yeeted

-oh...oh i didnt remember...oh i will cry

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the reunioooooooooon

-look at their fucking faces, they missed each other so much

-tbh if i met the most jesus-allegory guy ever, then lost trail of where or how he was for 2 volumes of a manga ,to find him later in the middle of a silly fight i would also cry

-that scene with the pieces of earth announcement makes me kinda sad, no one will come for us

-geesus christ

-ohhh kinda pretty tho, looks like a phoenix

chap 3:

-"its all happening so fast" yeah sorry dude, its a trigun tradition

-HE LOOKS SO HAPPY, HIS DUTY (according to him) OF PROTECTING THE PEOPLE IS ALMOST DONE

-"do you want me to come along?" he would be the best person to go to public places when you are too anxious to talk to strangers

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DONT ASK PLS NO

-livio honey what was the idea here "oh you guys seem like you liked him. i actually killed him. well not me but also me. im sorry"

-milly my girl is cursed to be the 1st and og wolfwood stan in any version. we feel your pain girl

-LMAO THE NOTE ABOUT ZAZIE XD

-AWWWWWWWWWWWWW :3 A BAG OF LITTLE THINGSSS

-NOT VASH CARRYING FIGURINES AROUND, HES LIKE ME FR FR WITH MY KEYCHAINS

-also ofc he has rare figurines, the man has had enough time to look for it lmao

-ok but imagine if vash actually had lost the coins xd

-the pressure and guilt livio must feel rn. his brother died trying to protect him and he has the official Vash Thinks Youre Cool stamp. he has to change cuz if he doesnt he would throw all of that away and really stop being human

-you did good brad

-"must be lonely" im eating my own arm

-oh im really crying over this, ok, fun

-i also dont know what to do vash the stampede but im begging you to ASK FOR HELP YOU MFFFFFFFFFF

-AH SHIT ZAZIE NO

-AH FUCK ITS HIM

chap 4:

-july 20th? ah great, july 20th-21st is cursed here too

-rad as hell as always

-huh, i expected knives to just yeet them on sight

-i would say him and humans are pretty much alike but ok, sure,hm

-i love her being suspicious of legato 1st xd

-i wonder how can this go wrong, seems like a solid plan

-oh right...him

-YEAH GO GET HIM >:3

-oh...oh thats so cool. like his body doesnt work...but he controls it...but not in the same way a human would...wow

-OH BEAUTIFUL EYE HOLY SHIT THATS BEAUTIFUL

-GATE CONSUMING STUFF YOU SAY.....HMMMMM I WONDER WHERE I SAW THE SAME TRIGUN CONCEPT-

(side note: "you still dont know how to control your gate" SO THATS HOW IT LOOKS WHEN YOU CONTROL IT? IT ONLY CONSUMES/CREATE WHAT YOU WANT?? ORANGEEE)

-MAGIC BULLETSSSSSS

-LMAO THE HOLE XD

-vash you cant say shit about silly haircuts im sorry

-also "new hair new outlook"...........i will curl myself into the moon

-they forgor

-who are you

-also ngl i never got the idea of what the coins did so lets find out

chap 5:

-SHES FUCKING HERE REJOICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-wait wdym neural blocking programs

-LMAO XD

-LIVIO IS SO SCARED AND WITH REASON

-just the two of us :3

-i love his game face and then its just "ugh i cant do this" xd

-"fight vash the stampede fight" me cheering vash on in stampede

-vash i love you but you cant call my wife a bitch, thats not polite

-oh livio, oh i didnt get to appreciate you too much on my 1st read but come here man, come here. youre doing great

-they have officially trauma bonded :3 (ik thats a terrible oversimplification but leave me alone)

-"is it possible for something created by humans to completely break away from their creators?" yes next question

-OH NO IS THIS THE VOLUME WITH *THAT SCENE*?

-"you really have become a crybaby" and im glad cuz she was always so serious with her job and all, now she can express her feelings more

-STOPPPP THIS ALWAYS GETS ME CUZ AHHHHHH STOP

-AH NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :C

-...........and thats story is technically stampede but anyway jajajajaja :D

-the prettiest eyes

-FUNNY ENOUGH HE DOES LOOK LIKE A BUG

-OH ITS TIME ITS FUCKING TIME HOLY SHIT

chap 6:

-the title :c

-liviooooooo :c

-HEY! my boi can still kick your ass >:[

-DONT YOU EVEN *DARE*

-just leave him out of this pls

-i love that he still considers himself human <3 i want to think wolfwood taught him that indirectly

-FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

-I MEAN YES YOURE RIGHT BUT CAN YOU NOT???

-huh, the silhouette kinda looks like wolfwo- *gunshot*

-i love knowing exacty what livio is thinking rn

-aww :3

-liviooooooooooo :c

-his cowboy era is about to start im so proud of him :')

#im having fun #ive cried sm but im actually having fun #no i dont have a problem #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #livioooooooooooooooooooooo

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couldntbedamned · 1 year ago

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The Phoenix Protocol - 3

Summary: No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Extremis, Extremis Tony Stark, Extremis Sharon Carter, Skrull Species, A Skrull Impersonates Sharon Carter, Canon-Typical Violence, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Childhood Memories, Team Cap Critical, SHIELD Critical, BAMF Sharon Carter, Sharon Carter Deserves the World, Tony Stark Has a Heart, more or less canon compliant up until civil war

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Chapter 3

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The next week was filled with more testing, more binge-watching television (They'd moved on to Criminal Minds after finishing The X-Files - it wasn't like either needed more than a few hours' sleep.), more time down in Tony's labs, and best of all, blowing off any overtures Steve, Natasha, and the others tried to make.

("Tell them they can just stay upstate at the Compound," Tony said to FRIDAY after they'd shown up yet again. "They're neither needed nor wanted here.")

Slowly, but surely, Sharon was adjusting. One of her biggest accomplishments was when she was finally able to catch the uncooked eggs Tony tossed her without crushing them. She was also feeling pretty proud when she managed to dress in non-reinforced clothing without ripping it. She didn't mind the special fabrics Tony used to have clothing made, but sometimes a gal just wanted a super-soft hoodie and flannel pants.

It was a Tuesday when they were in the lab. Tony was bound and determined to make her a tactical suit.

"I'm not an Avenger, Tony."

"Not at the moment, no, but you will be," he said confidently. "We're kinda skewed on the number of members we can trust at the moment and you've got the skills and then some."

"What makes you think I'd even want to? The hero life is a joke."

He scoffed. "Please. You'll go out of your mind with boredom, doing nothing. And it'll be a really great way to give the DoD and certain other people the middle finger. Win-win."

Sharon scowled but really couldn't argue with that. "It better look really cool."

"The coolest," Tony promised.

Boss, there appears to be an unregistered guest in the Penthouse.

"Oh, does there?" Tony asked with a frown. "How the hell did Romanoff break in? She's biometrically locked out!" He sighed and glanced at Sharon. "Ready to face the music?"

"Might as well," she said. "It's not as if I can just stay shut away in here forever."

They went up to the Penthouse, Tony forming a gauntlet and Sharon pulling a knife to have at the ready. (Where the hell did she keep a knife? Tony wondered. Her workout clothes were skin-tight!)

When they arrived, it wasn't Natasha - or any of the others - waiting for them at all.

"So, Share-Bear, how's life treating you as someone formerly accused of committing treason? And I have to say, Stark, that was a brilliant defense you argued. I almost shed a tear."

Bartholomew "Barty" Dugan was lounging on one of Tony's sofas, one long leg crossed over the other as if he were the one who owned the Tower. He wore his usual smirk and oh, she wanted to smack it off of his face. In her defense, he had a smack-able face; he himself owned up to that fact.

Sharon rolled her eyes but Tony immediately switched from looking angry at the intrusion to looking delighted.

"Listen, Break-and-Enter, I'm going to ignore for a minute that you somehow found a way to bypass all of my security for the time being, because I have something much more pressing to ask." He retracted the gauntlet and turned to Sharon. "Share-Bear? That's your nickname?"

"No," she said firmly just as Barty said "Yes! Yes, it is and she loves it."

"Dugan, I hate you," she said to him with a glare.

"She doesn't," Barty assured Tony, standing up and wrapping an arm around Sharon's shoulders. "I'm one of her favorite people and she adores me, I promise you."

"Stark, listen to me. Do not call me that. Ever." She shrugged Dugan's arm off. "What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be skulking around the Louvre or Tate Modern?"

"What? I can't visit one of my oldest friends after learning she'd been held captive by aliens?" Barty asked. His expression softened. "The others are worried sick and I'm currently the closest one here without a traditional 9-5ish type job. It's not like Kai can leave the students or Bailey leave the number-crunching to her colleagues."

"And just what is it you do, Mr. Dugan, it it?" Tony asked.

"Oh, this and that," he said airily.

"And how exactly did you crack my security when the Black Widow herself can't?" Tony asked. "I'm impressed."

Sharon snorted out a laugh. "Tony, meet Barty Dugan. When comes to bypassing security, he can run circles around Natasha Romanoff."

"It's a gift," Barty said modestly. "But seriously, Sharon, how are you?"

"Physically, never better," she answered. "All the rest? To be determined."

"And do you have anything to do with that?" Dugan asked Stark.

"Which part?" Tony asked back with all the maturity of a toddler.

"Barty, he saved my life. Stand down, Iisus Hristos."

"Ah, now that was Share-Bear here swearing in another language, which is a great way to tell how annoyed she is," Dugan explained to Tony, eyes glittering with mischief. "Latvian?" he asked Sharon.

"Romanian," she ground out.

"You should hear her go off in French; it's beautiful."

Tony wasn't sure what to make of this man. Even through his teasing it was obvious that he cared about Sharon deeply and given that Sharon hadn't stabbed him, she felt the same. He'd have to have FRIDAY run a check on him. And see if she could figure out who "the others" were, given that he had two other names: Kai and Bailey, along with a general idea of their professions.

"I need to get back down to my labs before Dum-E decides to clean the prototype we were working on with acetone. Are you good up here?" he asked Sharon.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Barty won't hurt me; he knows I'll kick his ass up and down this room."

"And I know that from painful experience," Barty added with a sheepish grin.

"You had it coming," Sharon said, unrepentant.

"I did," he admitted. "Then again, so did Martin and Kai, though I think Kai grew out of it. Bailey and Tripp always seemed to know better."

"Go on, Tony," Sharon encouraged. "If I feel like I'm about to explode I'll let you know."

Down in the lab, Tony had FRIDAY pull up the camera feed from the penthouse.

"Get me everything you can on our new friend Barty. And try to figure out who the others are."

He pulled up the specs for Sharon's new tactical suit and finished kitting them out. At the same time, he kept an eye on the feed.

Before long FRIDAY had a basic dossier put together on Dugan.

He was the grandson of Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, one of his father's old friends and one of Cap's original sycophants. Barty was pushing forty and had a masters degree in art history and a bachelors in security management. He freelanced as a security consultant for various companies and museums. Also of note was that he'd turned down recruitment attempts by SHIELD four different times.

"Dig deeper."

Already on it, Boss.

Another dossier popped up, this one on Falsworth, Bailey, who was the granddaughter of another of his old man's crowd, James Falsworth. She was an accountant for Alchemax and apparently spoke no less than five languages. She, too, had given SHIELD the cold shoulder.

"So the Commandos' grand kids all know each other," he mused aloud. "Hey, FRI, any of them other than Sharon join SHIELD?"

Only one, Boss.

The obituary for Triplett, Agent Antoine displayed. His grandfather had been Gabe Jones.

Tony read through the hacked classified files Tripp had had a good record with SHIELD up to and after it's roots in HYDRA were uncovered. He'd died while on a mission with the formerly-assumed dead Agent Coulson's team.

There were two others: Jim Morita's grandson, Kai Morita, who was actually the principle of Peter's school, and Jacques Dernier's great nephew, Martin Dernier, who worked as a paramedic. The two of them had also said no when SHIELD had called.

"They talking about anything interesting?" he asked, watching the feed.

Audio started.

"So what, you're a super soldier now?" Dugan asked.

"Please, that's the last thing I am," Sharon said with a scoff.

"I mean, if you can regrow a limb that kind of makes you super, you know?"

"I'm not a soldier," she said tightly.

"Then what are you, because given that you were on the run for treason and the Merchant of Death himself had to argue your way out of a one-way ticket to the Raft - which I know nothing about - you're sure as hell not a CIA agent and we both know it'll be a cold day in hell before you go back to the evil empire."

"Honestly, I don't have a damn clue, Barty. I was maybe an hour away from death and then Stark showed up to save me and now I'm just... something more."

"At least the security here is good," Dugan said.

"Not good enough to keep you out."

Dugan smiled smugly. "Nothing ever is." He brightened. "Think he'll hire me for a consult?"

"You're not conning Tony Stark, Dugan," she said sternly. "Not when you're an anomaly."

"I'm just using the gift SHIELD's Project Legacy gave me," he said.

"Dugan!" Sharon hissed. "Shut up!"

"FRIDAY, get me everything on Project Legacy," Tony said. "And look into Dugan's consulting rates."

"Look, if Stark used something like Extremis - which again, I know nothing about - then I highly doubt he's going to come at me for my little... quirk."

"How are the others?"

"Martin's still burying himself in his work with as many shifts as he's legally able to take, Kai is too busy molding young minds to even consider having a social life, and Bailey is one request to turn an email into a PDF away from burning the entire place to the ground."

"In other words, they're doing great," Sharon said.

"They are. They'll be doing even better once I let them know you're okay and not on death's door."

"You should go report to them," Sharon said. "I'm fine. Right now this is the safest place for me to be while I get used to all of the changes."

Tony watched Sharon hugged Dugan tightly before he nodded and then disappeared.

"That would explain it," he said.

Sharon looked directly at the camera. How she knew where it was, he didn't know.

"Okay, you know now. Are we watching more Criminal Minds, or what?"

He pressed a button to answer, "Coming, Share-Bear."

Giving instructions to FRIDAY to keep compiling information on Sharon's friends, he went up so he could join her watch the BAU track down their latest unsub.

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#couldntbedamned fic #tony stark x sharon carter #sharon carter x tony stark #iron 13 #tony stark #sharon carter #marvel fanfic #iron thirteen

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shadow-pixelle · 1 year ago

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9 People You Would Like to Get to Know Better.

Was tagged by @shootingstarpilot, ta very much.

Three ships: I'll go with one for each of my current main fandoms, so Jocasta Nu/Plo Koon for Star Wars (I am still here thriving on my pool floaty for that one), Dick Grayson/Wally West for DC, and Danny Fenton/Jason Todd for DCxDanny Phantom (yes that is still DC, no I do not care, there's enough crossover fics that it practically counts as it's own fandom ok.)

First ever ship: Uuuuh. Uuuuh. Y'know. I cannot remember for the life of me? Genuinely it might've been NaruMitsu, aka Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, from my original re-dive into fandom hell outside of just playing games.

Everything about that is a weird thought. I consider myself to have been in fandom stuff since like 2015, I didn't get into Ace Attorney until like 2018 or so because a friend was streaming their playthrough of it? And it was like another year or two later before I found that first fic (Saturation by TiedyedTrickster on AO3, lovely fic, genuinely wonderful). But I really can't remember anything else I actually actively shipped earlier than that? Like maybe there were a few things but I seem to remember that a lot of that kinda stuff was very much me glancing at a fic and going 'oh hey that chemistry's neat' but not really caring about it outside of that fic. Huh. Anyway.

Last song: Immortalized, Hidden Citizens.

Last movie: soft error sounds so I don't watch movies because my attention span is dogshit. I think the last thing that I actually full-force sat down and watched all the way through without my brain wandering off entirely was Moana, and that was over a year ago?

Man I need to watch more movies. I'm pretty sure I've got a watchlist somewhere.

Currently reading: I'm kinda sorta on a book break at the moment in that there are a lot of books I could be reading, my shelf is super full, but my brain is not currently capable of reading new things and so they're all sitting there glaring at me from a distance. If we're willing to talk fics though I'm rereading Commander by Drich with is a Planetary Annihilation Self Insert and also fucking incredible like everything else they write.

Currently consuming: I have my big jug of water (it's a 1L mason jar that I repurposed for drinking from because it means I actually remember to drink things) and am contemplating having a mooch through my snack box for chocolate.

Currently craving: the inari nigiri and little mochi balls that they have at the Yo! sushi bar thing in my local Tesco. I had to go shopping earlier for some bits and thought about getting some for lunch but didn't cause I have food at home. Jokes on me, I guess, now I really want it but it's currently tipping it down with rain and I'm not going out in that to go get food when I've already eaten.

No pressure tags for @kalicofox, @greentrickster since I mentioned your fic, and @clockwayswrites, and also anyone else who spots this out in the wild and decides they'd like to!

#my life be like #personal #this was really fun to do #mostly because the only thing that was easy for me to answer was the song question lol #like the ships were fairly easy in that they don't have a small goddamn essay to go with them #but the hard part of that was picking the ships #everything else on this list though? lmao guess you got what you wanted in getting to know me better #cause i just infodumped half my life story here

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autumn-foxfire · 1 year ago

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The heck kind of leaks did I wake up to 😭 Catch me at 3am going nope nope do not- as I read about quirks evolving, also whats up with the world going to hell and Compress and Geten having a casual chat in prison saying they have plenty of time?? Geez, comedic duo I did not see coming. But bless: no phoenix quirk. But also: I dislike the dunking on Touya's narrative that makes him the masterpiece Endy always wanted. I pray fandom doesn't clown Endy for that because it would just be annoying. That's not the reason I wanted Touya's worth and life to be respected. And then the GETEN HIMURA, dammit. I was hoping the obvious fire/ice quirk wouldn't always lead to a family connection but here we are. These Todoroki's and their issues smh. I hope the memes and jokes about Japan being talked about as "entirely other" like one would consider the worldbuilding of a fantasy manga when considering culture isn't too bad out there. It's a real place, with real people living even in your country, and so many concepts are actually spread all over every asian country not just that. Hell, I've had hispanic friends tell me so as well. I say this because apparently some people are treating the concept of Touya being "first-born" and the weight it holds as "yeah just a thing Japan does" I get in this interconnected global world we like peering into other countries and cultures we don't understand and shrug it off like a strange other society far-removed from us, but I don't think people in the west realize how universal this is + the cousin marriage thing regardless of how squicky it is. I understand, but maybe tone down blowing up at other asians and shaming the entire concept in front of their faces? Some of those people might have their parents wanting them to get engaged to their cousin, or might know friends and family who are, and that kind of behavior when Geten is a DISTANT cousin, not even 2nd or 3rd or 4th with different lineages beyond the main family line is, kinda insane. You're absolutely free to find it problematic or even disturbing, I as an asian had that concern as well, just PSA to not over-react in a way that makes people familiar with those cultural practices feel bad. (also again....distant, Geten is so freaking distant. It's so trivial, if you find that disturbing, think of how someone marrying their 3rd or 4th cousin might feel? thinking "that" was far-removed enough that they would be okay with it and here's the internet flipping tables over Geten whose even further removed from the main family.)

Sorry for the really late response, nonnie.

Honestly, I can't say that I'm all that surprised that Hori took the route he did now that it's been awhile and the knowledge of the chapter has sunken in.

I still think giving Dabi an ice quirk undermines his story and I don't really know what the point of it was other than to shame Endeavor (while also spreading the message that only if he had abused his son more he would have realised he was "perfect" which is very icky even though it was unintentional).

As you said, Touya being the "perfect" son shouldn't have been why his life was respected by his father.

As for Geten being a Himura... Oof to all the people who shipped him with Dabi firstly (not that they still can't but fandom can be quick to attack other ships with problematic elements like these).

Personally I'm not really sure why Hori made that so because it does little to offer commentary on the story anymore, especially as he's done a terrible time at effective worldbuilding.

But I do agree that fandom needs to be careful when approaching topics like this. It's very easy to look at the story through a western lense and be rude to other cultures because of that. Yes, there is real reasons why incest is frowned upon such as the biological issues it has however you can discuss it in a way that's respectful and not insulting (sadly a nuance that fandom has not mastered).

God, what is it with Hori putting complicated themes in his story but not handling them satisfyingly.

#bnha critical #thanks for the ask!!#and I apologise for such a late reply

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doublejango · 2 months ago

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This was horrible. Sure, they lived in Hell, and Blitz coped by making endless jokes about it, but right now? Right now, life actually felt like Hell. He could hear the hollowness in Moxxie's voice, he could practically feel the agony radiating off of him, and there was nothing Blitz could do to make it better. He wanted to. Fuck, he wanted to help him, to do anything, anything to make it hurt just a little bit less--but there was nothing he could do. Only time was going to help either of them, and time was passing so damned slowly, leaving every minute a torture.

Neither of them was handling this. They were getting by, they were surviving the passing minutes, but they weren't handling this. Not really.

How the fuck could they?

Blitz looked over at Loona, but her ears were back; she didn't want to talk. So, he nodded, grabbed a few extra weapons, then opened the portal and gestured Moxxie through first.

When Blitz stepped through, something broke. He didn't know what, but he felt like, a distinct and almost painful snapping sensation in his head, like someone had shot him between the horns with a massive rubber-band. He hissed quietly in surprised pain, glanced down at his hand--

The crystal was dark. Whatever light it had once held, the light was gone.

Eyes widening, Blitz choked down the wave of fear, then let himself look around at....

Not the place they were supposed to be.

Everything here was ice. Dark blue, nearly black, smooth, shining. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. The corridor ran straight before them, or branched off to the sides behind them--and although he couldn't prove it, Blitz knew, knew fucking immediately, that they were trapped in some kind of maze. Trapped. Together. In a place that felt like it fucking epitomized loneliness and emptiness.

Loss.

It wasn't silent. Air whispered. Water dripped. The ice creaked and groaned, crackled subtly. No, it wasn't silent--but the sounds weren't reassuring. They weren't the sounds of a living world.

These, Blitz thought, were the sounds of a tomb.

Unwilling to risk a shot, he deliberately drew a knife rather than risk reaching for a firearm if something happened.

"So, I guess you uh, kinda already figured this out... but I don't think this is Phoenix fucking Arizona. Mox, are you..." Blitz had to swallow back a wave of grief, sudden and keen. He closed his eyes, his head spinning. "I guess we... we.... walk. You pick what way we go. I'll follow you." And all my choices are shit anyway. They all turn wrong. Better, much better, if I just follow you.

His voice echoed, the words bouncing away down the halls, distorting eerily as they came back to them.

Moxxie stiffened as Blitz’s hand came down on his shoulder. The touch sent an icy jolt through his spine, and for a split second, he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t blame Blitz. He couldn’t blame him. Blitz was his friend…and Millie’s death wasn’t Blitz’s fault, no matter how many ways his mind tried to twist the story in the dead of night, no matter how easy it would be to place all that hurt on someone else. What he did blame Blitz for was giving him some stupid babysitting assignment watching over Stolas because he was too afraid to talk to him. When he could have been with them. When he could have been with her. Maybe it would have made a difference.

But seeing Blitz, standing there like nothing had changed—like the world wasn’t still crumbling under Moxxie’s feet—was…hard. Too hard.

A dozen angry thoughts flitted around in his mind as Blitz rambled on, trying to sound upbeat, talking about contracts and killing, about “living the sweet life.” The words barely registered. It was all a blur of empty noise, like someone turning up the volume on static. But Moxxie nodded anyway, out of habit, or maybe because he didn’t know what else to do. If he didn’t focus on something, he’d fall apart right there in front of everyone.

His fingers tightened around the mug he was holding. He could still hear her laugh—Millie’s laugh, echoing in his head, blending with Blitz’s words. How many times had they come back from jobs like this, covered in blood, but still alive? Still together?

Not this time.

He forced a breath out, trying to swallow the knot in his throat. “Yeah, I’m ready,” Moxxie lied, his voice quieter than he intended. His eyes flicked up to Blitz’s face for just a second, catching that forced smile, the look in his eyes Blitz was trying to hide. Moxxie knew it too well—guilt. That same crushing, consuming guilt that had been eating him alive.

But there was no going back. No undoing it. They both had to live with the wreckage.

[@doublejango

#when joy is lost

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callsign-squints · 2 years ago

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Since when? ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: Mickey introduces his wife to his friends after a successful mission

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warnings: fluffy, nothing else other than the guys poking fun at each other, oh and Hangman. He’s a warning all on his own

Notes: there isn’t enough Fanboy content so I’m just gonna make something myself. This is also a long one, I got carried away. It’s not my best so don’t judge too harshly :’)

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Fanboy doesn’t understand how the topic of love lives were brought up. He’ll admit that he zoned out on a good portion of Hangman’s rant on the last girl he had been with. He may have also started mindlessly scrolling through his camera roll and landed on a picture of you in his phone that he particularly liked. It was a picture of the two of you on a recent date night. He took the picture as you were looking at the ocean and he couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful. You weren’t even doing anything in particular and you didn’t have to. He always thought you were beautiful and that would never change.

“Fanboy! Are you even listening to me?”

Startled, Fanboy looks up and sees that everyone’s attention was on him now. Payback was biting his lip to keep himself from laughing while Phoenix clasps a hand down on his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, I was listening to you talk about your date with Marsha.”

“Maria.”

“Yeah.. wait what did I say?”

The group around him laughs as Hangman throws his hands up, in frustration. Fanboy shrugs it off and goes back to looking at a couple pictures of you he has in a specific folder in his phone.

“What are ya lookin’ at there Fanboy?” Payback says from over his shoulder. Fanboy attempts to lock his phone to prevent Payback from seeing all the photos he has of you but it was to no avail.

“Ohhhhh do you have yourself a little girlfriend??”

“What? No!”

“Ohh come onnnnn! How’re you gonna lie to me like that? I thought we were best friends!”

Fanboy knows that Payback is joking with him but he also knew that he was right. They were best friends and they did tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you. Hell no, not in the slightest. He was just a private person. He’d rather keep his home and work life separate. He knew at some point, he was going to end up telling Payback about you and now seemed better than nothing. Especially since he had already gotten a peek at you from his phone.

Sighing, Fanboy looks up at Payback from his seat, around the pool table, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“So she’s your side hoe? Damn Fanboy, I didn’t peg you as that kinda guy.”

“What!? No! Are you kidding me?! She’s not my side hoe! She’s my wife!”

Mickey didn’t realize how loud he had said that. Once again, everyone around him had their attention on him. He heaved another sigh and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. Everyone’s expressions varied from either shock to confusion.

“You’re married?! Since when?! You’ve never said anything about dating, let alone being married to someone!” His eyes connected with Hangman as he gave Fanboy an incredulous look.

“It’s not like any of you asked me, specifically. Besides, I try to keep my personal and work life separate. I didn’t even tell Payback if that makes it any better.”

At that he received a smack to the shoulder from Phoenix. He was shocked, as he grabbed at the place she had hit and gave her a questioning look.

“You’re telling me that you’ve been hiding a girl from Halo and I, that we could’ve been talking to this entire time?!” Phoenix glared at him while he rubbed the spot she hit.

“I wasn’t hiding her from you! I was just-“

“When can we meet her?”

Fanboy whips around to stare at Payback, who had a calm look on his face.

“You want to meet her?”

“I think we all kind of want to meet her.” Came from Bob, who was sitting on the other side of Phoenix. The others around them all nodded in agreement as Fanboy debated, silently.

“Yeah man, I wanna see the little lady who has captured the heart of my best friend.” Says Payback who places a hand down on Fanboys shoulder. He knew that his wife would be off of work by now. You had texted him that you were at the store and you would be cooking dinner by the time he left the Hard Deck.

“Let me call her really quick. She’s making dinner soon so..” Mickey walks outside and dials your number. It rings twice before you finally pick up.

“Hey Mick.”

“Hey baby, are you still at the store?” He can’t help the stupid smile that grows on his face, at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah I’m still getting some things. What’s up? Did you need me to pick something up for you?”

“Oh no no, I don’t need anything. That’s not why I called.” He started biting his thumb nail, a nervous habit that Mickey has tried to break but it never usually works. “They found out. About you, about us. Payback was looking over my shoulder and he saw me looking at a picture of us from our last date and then he started asking questions and everyone was looking at me-“

“Hey hey, Mickey, it’s okay! I don’t mind that they know about us. Hell, I figured that it was going to come out sometime, and if anyone was going to figure it out, albeit accidentally, it was going to be be Payback.”

Mickey let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Why did he think she would be mad at him? She was supportive in his decision to keep their relationship quiet. She was always understanding; that’s why he loved her so much.

“Oh and another thing, they want to meet you. Like, today, I think.”

The other line on the phone was quiet for a second. He knew he dropped a bomb on her so he wasn’t surprised by her reaction.

“Well damn, that was quick. If you’re okay with it, then so am I. Are they going to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Hmm okay, well, I’m glad I’m still here then. I’m going to finish getting the things we need for dinner and then I’ll be home. Text me when you leave the bar.”

“Okay baby, I will. Be careful at the store okay? Call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Also, quick question, did you tell them about-“

Sensing where she was going with it, Mickey, interrupted, “No no no, I didn’t get to that part.”

“Oh well, this’ll be fun to see. I’m gonna get back to shopping honey, I love you.”

“I love you too baby. Be safe.”

Mickey went back inside, after pocketing his phone. He was met with Hangman making eye contact with him.

“Well?”

“She was cool with y’all meeting her and having dinner with us. She’s at the store right now so it’s probably best that we give her time to finish up there before we head on over there.”

Payback and Rooster both stand up and put a hand on each of Fanboys shoulders.

“Sounds like a plan to me. We got time for another round of pool.” Rooster grins playfully at Payback and Fanboy, while Bob sets up another game.

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With Payback driving, Fanboy in the passenger seat, along with Hangman and Coyote in the back, they were close to arriving at Fanboy’s house that was close to base.

“So let me get this straight. She’s a nurse, you met her at a bar, dated for 3 years, then you got married and have been married for 2 and a half years? And we’re barely finding out about this now?” Hangman looks at him from the backseat of the car for answers.

“Yes, Hangman, I already told you that at the Hard Deck.”

“Sorry man, it just surprises me that you managed to keep that from us for a while. If anything, I thought Bob was going to be the one with a secret wife.”

That got a laugh out of everyone in the car and Fanboy rubbed his hand on his pant leg as they pull up to his house. He nerves we’re eating at him. This was going to be interesting.

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Upon opening the door, Mickey headed straight for the kitchen, knowing where you were, after putting his bag down by the door. He paused in the door way after looking at your attire: a pair of leggings, white socks, and one of his flannels swallowing your figure. The stupid grin came back on his face and he felt at peace. You turned around the moment you felt someone else in the kitchen.

“Hey honey.”

“Hey baby. Whatcha makin’? It smells good.”

Mickey came over to the stove and placed a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“I decided on making nachos, I hope that’s okay?”

“Yeah baby, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You were leaning into him and the little moment of peace was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You and Mickey turned around and saw his friends all staring at the display of affection. One of them stepped up to introduce themselves.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met yet. I’m-“

“Payback, I know. Mickey talks about you all the time. I’m Y/n, Mickey’s wife.”

“He talks about- You talk about me?” Payback looks behind her to look at Fanboy.

“Well yeah, I tell her everything.”

“And you don’t tell me jack shit when it comes to your love life. I see where your loyalties lie.”

Mickey rolls his eyes as you laugh. Payback and you shook hands before everyone else introduced themselves.

“Bob.”

“Hangman.”

“Phoenix.”

“Rooster.”

“Coyote.”

You smiled as they all gave you a small greeting.

“It’s nice to finally have faces to put to the names I hear constantly, and I hope you all are okay with nachos. I didn’t think we would be having people over so this was the first thing that popped inside of my head.”

Everyone gave you a reassuring smile or nod and you felt more at ease. You wanted to make a good impression, especially since they all meant a lot to Mickey.

“You’re good pretty lady. It smells good already.”

“Hangman, don’t flirt with my wife.”

Hangman smirks and winks at you when he thinks Fanboy isn’t looking. Coyote gives him a swift hit in the back of the head and you roll your eyes as you continue cooking.

“The house is really beautiful. I love the view of the ocean from here.” Rooster says while looking at some of the pictures hanging up on the wall, with Bob and Phoenix. Phoenix gushes at the pictures from y’all’s wedding with Bob. Rooster smiles at the moments captured in time of you and your husband.

“Thank you. The view is one of my favorite things about living here.”, you say from your position in the kitchen, cutting up tomatoes for salsa. Mickey gazes over at you in adoration. “Oh by the way, I didn’t end up getting any beer because I didn’t know what everyone drinks.”, you add on when you make eye contact with him.

“I’ll go get some. What about you little lady, what’s your drink of choice? Beer? Vodka? Tequila?”, Hangman says while asking Payback for his keys and tapping Coyote to come with him.

“Oh I don’t drink.”, Y/n says with a small laugh.

“Now, you’re pulling my leg. Fanboy here said he met you at a bar. You’re telling me you didn’t drink then?”, Hangman says with a smirk on his face.

Y/n looks over at Mickey, then back to Hangman, “Let me rephrase that: I can’t drink.”

Jake looks more confused than ever, along with the rest of them, “I’m not following.”

Upon seeing the others confused faces, Y/n looks over to her husband. Mickey walks over and unbuttons the middle buttons of his wife’s (his) flannel shirt for her since her hands were busy chopping up tomatoes.

She sports a little 5 month baby bump that protrudes from under a white tank top she has on. Mickey rubs his hand up and down your bump, feeling the baby kicking at his palm. Everyone’s faces went from confusion to complete and utter shock. Fanboy definitely didn’t tell them this.

Mickey gives an uneasy smile and rubs his neck, “Surprise?”

“Man, what the hell?! First you don’t tell me that you’re married, now you didn’t tell me that you’re going to be a dad?! I thought we were friends! I better be your kids godfather, you son of a bitch!”

You laugh at Paybacks reaction and wipe your hands on a dish towel.

“I didn’t even notice a baby bump! I knew you were glowing, I just didn’t know it was because of that!”, Phoenix smiled at you as she came over and gave you a surprised (but welcomed) hug.

Mickey received a couple pats on the back from his friends as he looked over at you talking with Phoenix. A happy smile on your face as you cradled your belly, making his heart pound rapidly in his chest at your happiness. She was placing her hands on your belly as she felt the baby press against her hand. Laughter irrupting from the both of you.

“Okay yeah, you’re definitely not drinking tonight little lady. Nope, not on my watch.”, Hangman shakes his head as he rubs Y/n’s shoulder. The rest of the guys, and Phoenix, agreeing along with him. Bob even offering to go to the store to buy lemonade or fruit punch as an alternative.

Mickey laughs at his friends antics and pulls you over to him. He wraps his arms around you from behind and cradles your belly in his hands. Y/n leans back into his chest and let’s out a sigh of relief. This turned out way better than either of them expected. At least now they know that their little boy will have many uncles and an aunt, to look up to and protect him.

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Hopefully y’all enjoyed that! The idea popped into my head and I ran with it :) Feedback is much appreciated and I appreciate you for taking the time to read it!

#top gun x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia #danny ramirez imagine #danny ramirez x reader

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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Imagine being Maverick's daughter and quickly catching the eye of both Rooster and Hangman, unknowingly starting a cutthroat competition. - SECRET ENDING

▷TOPGUN PLAYLIST

[Part 1] [Rooster's Ending] [Hangman's Ending]

Note: credit goes to @vintagecarsandrecordplayers for the idea

Maverick was pretty insistent on you tagging along for a few beers at The Hard Deck that night. Although you came all the way to spend some time with him, he was convicted it wouldn't be good for you to hang out only with your own father. Maybe the trainee pilots could also do with talking to someone their age but outside of the military.

After their vicious competition during dogfighting, Rooster and Hangman wanted that very evening to settle the score. Neither of them was willing to accept anything but the win - 'second place is the first loser', or so they say.

The bar, aside from people, was filled with the sound of Elton John's Saturday Night's Alright. Looking around the venue, Bradley and Jake finally spotted you in the least expected place imaginable - by the bar with Bob. You were practically glued to the timid pilot, staring at him with excitement and fascination. Hangman was ready to drop kick Bob when he saw him shyly touch your fingers, trying to help you with something. Phoenix was sitting in one of the booths, giving her friend a genuine 'thumbs up' whenever he nervously looked away from you. Together with Penny, the women exchanged giddy looks of happiness.

Then your laughter resonated in their lovesick ears and, looking over your and Bob's shoulders, Rooster and Hangman saw the reason for your alluring radiance - origami llama made from a napkin. It wasn't perfect but still an impressive show of your handiwork.

"You're good at it." Bob's voice was tense, clearly showing just how nervous you made him feel. Despite that, he was doing really well.

"I have a great teacher," you answered with a smile and he swore he was about to get light-headed. "This is so cool." Bob was watching you carefully examine the napkin animal. Even a blind person could see the adoration in Bob's eyes, despite being covered with nervous shyness. He took Phoenix's words to heart, 'impress her with something', and hoped he made the right choice.

"I can make an armadillo too," he offered quickly. Bob was ready to make an entire zoo of origami animals if that meant spending more time with you.

"Really? Damn, where'd you learn all of this?"

Your and Bob's conversation continued and Rooster along with Hangman, but only for a moment, were considering whether this was some elaborate, greatly unfunny, practical joke. It's going to take them some time to realize that while they were busy cockfighting, someone made an actual effort to win your affection.

"What the hell?" Jake said under his breath. It had to be his first time seeing a guy trying to flirt with a girl by teaching her to do origami. What he wasn't willing to admit, however, was that this 'lame game', as he thought to himself, seemed to be working amazingly. "Library-dweller is trying to steal my girl."

"Your girl?" Rooster repeated before erupting with laughter. To Bradley, it was truly humorous that Jake even entertained the thought of you finding him attractive. "She probably doesn't even know your name. Lucky her."

They watched in their own private horror as you put your origami llama in the chest pocket of Bob's uniform. Then you leaned in and swiftly placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, making Floyd's face burn an even brighter shade of red. Suddenly, both of them finally understood why Maverick was so adamant about them steering clear from you.

"I'm gonna go throw up," Jake spat out. He was heading out when Rooster decided to rub his loss in.

"I don't know, man," Bradley said feigning ambivalence. In all honesty, he wasn't any less heartbroken than Hangman. "They're kinda cute together."

"Shut the hell up, Bradshaw." Jake's finger was a mere inch away from Rooster's face. Consumed by his anger, Hangman left The Hard Deck and Bradley would have laughed like has never before if the girl of his dreams didn't just kiss a different man. The only thing that made the whole ordeal a little lighter and less heartbreaking for Rooster, was the fact that Jake was absolutely livid. Maybe he didn't win himself but seeing Hangman lose was enjoyable enough.

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nineinchnailpolish · 2 years ago

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Caught Red Handed Pt. 2 | Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x GN Reader

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

• Warnings: Sexual jokes, fluff, age gap, swearing, more inaccurate things

• Pairing: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x GN Reader

• Word count: 1556

The sun shines brightly through the window as you slowly wake up. Your eyes are squinting and you yawn, stretching out your arms. You suddenly feel another arm and turn over to find Maverick. You thought he looked so handsome sleeping, wishing it could be like this all the time. His hair was messy in his face, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful he looked.

Maverick starts to wake up as he feels your eyes staring at him. “Mornin beautiful”, he stretches. He turns back towards you, nibbling and kissing at your neck. “Did you sleep well? Or was I distracting you too much last night?,” he grins, while you playfully hit his chest and roll your eyes.

“Oh my god Mav,” you sigh, grabbing your phone. He continues to kiss your neck, putting his hands on your body. “Better hurry up Mav, we only have- Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Get up, get up! We only have 20 minutes to get ready and head to breakfast with everyone” You rush out of bed, putting on your clothes.

He pouts, getting his clothes on as well. “Cockblocked by my students…” Mav chuckles as you get flustered.

Once you two are all ready, you quickly sneak out. Don’t want to get caught and have people know you slept in the same building.

You safely get out and run to the restaurant y'all were meeting at as quickly as you can. “Ok, Maverick, you go in first and I’ll just pretend to be late. Complain about me to make it believable,” you explain to him. He nods his head as he goes inside to his students.

“Good Morning everyone, sorry I’m kinda pushing the time…for some reason my alarm didn’t go off,” Maverick sounded pretty convincing. Your friends were giving each other looks, knowing Captain Maverick wasn’t fully telling the truth.

—

You run in, panting loudly. “Ha! Sorry I’m late, I didn’t even put on an alarm last night,” your friends were giggling as you gave them a glare.

“You should be more responsible Astro, we just finished training.” His voice was firm as he gave you the stink eye. Maverick felt bad, but at the same time found it amusing to tease you. You quickly apologize, sitting down.

—

During breakfast Phoenix kept giving you looks, wanting to know what happened last night. Rooster started making sexual jokes and actions eating his food and Hangman joined in on the both of them. You were extremely flustered and were thankful the instructors had a table for themselves, and the students had their own table. “Guys please stop! At least during breakfast, people could hear…” It was very embarrassing and they just couldn’t stop teasing you.

“We will if you tell us what happened! Come on now, we need details, or at least I do”, Phoenix begged you and you couldn’t say no to her. You could at least tell her some extra details and know it would be a secret than the boys.

“Okay fine…I’ll say some things, but I’m saving details for Phoenix!” The boys pouted for a second, but realized they didn’t wanna hear details about their teacher. “We went back to my room and talked for a while, it was really nice. We got to know each other even more than we did before! As it got later, things got heated and one thing led to another- you know where I’m headed and we…ya know, woke up in the same bed. Okay, end of story!” It felt nice to tell them your special night, even if it was a quick story. You couldn’t look them in the eyes and whispered pretty quietly though.

The boys pat your back and you chuckle. “You get some astro!” “Now, was he good?” “How the hell are you getting laid while I’m still single?!” they all say things and ask questions.

“Woah woah guys, too much all at once. Let’s talk about this some other time? A place more private as well?” you put your face into your hands, shaking your head.

—

Once breakfast is done and you all pay, you wait outside your maverick. He walks out and you jump out from the side, “Hey there Mav!” you startle him.

“H-hey…you scared me, jesus christ,” he puts his hand to his chest, breathing deeply.

“That was the point, anyways I was wondering…w-when could we have that, ya know, date?” you stare towards the floor.

“I thought you’d never ask y/n. You are free now aren’t ya? Let’s have it now sweetheart,” his pet makes your heart pound loudly in your chest. You nod your head and he grabs your hand, walking you two to the jets. You both get in and get all situated. “You ready?” he asks.

“Yes captain,” you give him a wink and a thumbs up.

Then, you two are off. Swerving in the sky and taking a look at the scenery. “The sky sure is beautiful today,” you were in a trance, seeing all the pretty colors.

“Sure is, but not as beautiful as you,” he grins brightly. Like usual, you roll your eyes, turning back to nature.

“Maverick! Let’s go over here, I’ll race ya,” you smirk, getting ready to blast off. He accepts your challenge and you’re both off. It’s basically neck and neck the whole way, a few times one of you is in the lead. As you get to the end it was hard to say who won, you both were right there. “Ha! I won,” you tease him, but he doesn’t buy it.

“Listen, as much as I like you, I can’t lie. You are wrong y/n, I beat you. No one can beat me, that’s just how it works,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“You just can’t admit you lost, poor sport,” you giggle at him. The playful bickering goes on a few more minutes, both of you not admitting either are wrong.

This was the best date you’ve had, hours felt like minutes. Maverick was such a charmer, but you wanted that to be a part of your life. you wanted to know him more and fall in love. Your face started becoming warm and you smiled.

“You’ve become awfully quiet y/n…thinking about how great I am?” Maverick raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shut up…let’s just head back now, shall we?” You guys flew back to Mavericks base. “I seriously had a great time today…it was so much fun,” he saw how big your smile was and he thought it was the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. He wouldn’t admit that though, he’d rather make jokes.

“We could have more fun…at my place? Definitely in the bed,” he shot you a wink. You slapped his arm as he chuckled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Unless you want it. Just say the word and-,” You gave him a look laughing and it said it all. “Okay I’ll stop with the jokes…let’s just chill.”

You two went outside feeling the breeze and watching the sun set. It all felt like a dream. You never thought someone as great as Mav would like you. You were so scared he would reject you last night, but look at you now! You are on a date with freaking Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell! It made you wonder though..

“Mav? What are we?” He was confused by your question.

“What do you mean by that love?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Last night was incredible…but what exactly is our relationship? I don’t wanna be one of your hookups or-“ he stopped you with a deep kiss. You kissed him back as his tongue explored your mouth.

He pulled away, looking at you with doe eyes. “Darling. Astro. Y/n. Trust me, you are not a hookup and you never will be. You make me feel things I didn’t think I would ever feel again. I know only yesterday was when we ever had any romantic interaction, but I’ve known you for a while. I’ve liked you for a while, I just ignored things to keep it professional. Now that wall is broken and I want to be with you,” He meant it all, there was no acting. He was crazy about you.

You smiled at him, feeling teary eyed. “Oh Pete…I want to be with you too!” You jumped on top of him, bringing him into another kiss. He chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You started kissing all over his face and neck. Not trying to bring the heat in, to show your love.

You then stopped, laying your head on his chest. It was like this for a while, so relaxing. He kissed your head, rubbing your back.

“I can’t wait for this relationship to grow, I’m ready for it all. Your bad days your good days, I want to be a part of it y/n,” he gave you his cheesy smile you loved.

“Slow it down cowboy, that sounds too much like marriage. Let’s wait a bit for your proposal,” you both laughed and started getting up.

“Let's go to my place? I’ll take you on a ride. Maybe one at the house too,” he smirked. You gave him another look, but still walked to his motorcycle. You both got on and rode away as the sun finally set. You could surely get used to Pete Mitchell and you did in the end.

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Dummy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow

Masterlist

Now you weren’t exactly dumb.

You were just a little slow.

When you joined the Avengers last year, the team learned pretty quickly that your mind moved at a different pace than everyone else. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and it didn’t keep you from doing your job, it just meant you were the butt of most of the jokes. Every time one of your blunders happened, your intelligence would be mocked in some way. You knew it was all in good fun, but it hurt to it feelings every now and then. The only person who never poked fun at you was Peter. And for that reason, he was your favorite on the team.

“How are there 23 minutes left in this movie and I still don’t know any of the characters names?” Steve wondered as you all sat in the couch in Stark Towers, watching a movie on a particularly rainy afternoon.

“I think the main kids name is Phoenix. That’s all I got though.” Sam shook his head, just as confused as Steve.

“The dogs name is Benson.” Bucky mumbled quietly.

“Who names their kid Phoenix?” Peter wondered out loud as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. The two of you were tucked into the corner of the couch, sharing a blanket and bowl of popcorn. You looked at him like he was crazy when you heard his question.

“Ummm, Joaquin Phoenix’s parents.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to the movie as a silence settled in the room. You felt everyone’s eyes on you after a minute and looked around to see everyone staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“What?” You asked shyly, shrinking down a little in your seat in discomfort.

“That’s his last name.” Sam stated, chuckling a little under his breath. You realized your mistake and felt your face heat up.

“Oh.” You mumbled, your voice getting drowned out as the rest of the Avengers laughed at your expense.

“Did she really just say that?” Nat looked at the group with a playful smile. Everyone, excluding Peter, nodded as their laughter died down.

“Oh my God.” Steve chuckled. “That’s so stupid.”

There was that word again.

He didn’t mean it maliciously. Steve was the kinda of guy who ushered spiders into a magazine so he could let them outside. And yet, it still stung when he said that word.

Stupid.

You smiled sheepishly and tried to focus on the movie, snuggling closer to Peters side until it ended. You were fully aware that he was the only one who didn’t laugh, and you loved him that.

And maybe you loved him for a few other reasons too.

“Alright. Who has money for the subway?” Sam asked the group as he patted his empty pockets. You were on another late night trip to get cookies from a specific shop in Times Square, leaving without Tony’s knowledge. Everyones hands went to their pockets and collectively made a face.

“Not me.” Rhodey shrugged.

“I don’t have any.” Bruce added.

“I don’t even have pockets.” Nat realized.

“I have gum.” Peter proudly produced a silver wrapper from his pocket. “Oh wait, it’s just a wrapper.”

“You’re telling me we’re earth’s mightiest heroes and we’re broke?” Sam shook his head is disdain.

“I gave my last dollar to a guy in the subway for playing music.” Peter defended himself.

“What was he playing?” You asked him as you tiredly leaned against his arm.

“A mandolin.” Peter answered, making your face scrunch up.

“That’s a language.” You laughed at him slightly, feeling empowered by having the upper hand. Everyone looked at you and a few of them snorted.

“Mandarin is a language.” Bruce said gently, not wanting to embarrass you further. “Not mandolin.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion and looked to Peter for answers.

“A mandolin is an instrument, dummy.” Sam chortled. You smiled tightly as the group laughed at your mistake, looking down to hide your blush.

“Oh. Sorry. My bad.” You laughed shyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear and pretending to read a nearby sign.

“That’s okay.” Peter spoke up in your defense. “They sound really similar. Plus like, French, French Horn. Who knows what’s going on?”

“Yeah.” Bucky said softly. “Or like, bra’s aren’t pointy anymore.”

Bruce nodded like it made perfect sense and Sam just shook his head as he texted.

“What?” You whispered to Peter, not knowing what he meant.

“He’s from the 1920s. He’s still adjusting.” Peter whispered to you out of the corner of his mouth before looking at Bucky. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

“FRIDAY is sending a car.” Sam informed the group. “This is never happening again. The cookies aren’t that good.”

“They’re pretty good.” Rhodey shrugged, but wanting the late Nate tradition to end. Sam looked at him for a moment before breaking into a smile.

“Hell yeah they are. Let’s do this again tomorrow.”

Bruce found you in the lab the next day with a pin between your teeth and a pencil behind your ear. Papers with drawings of suits were scattered around the table as you measured a piece of black fabric.

“What are you doing?” Bruce wondered as he took a seat across from you. You glanced up at him before marking a dot on the fabric.

“Mr. Stark asked me to help him with the new suits. I’m trying to make a fabric template for Nat’s gloves.” You told him as you smoothed the fabric out.

“Is it hard?” He asked, watching you intently as you worked.

“Not really.” You shrugged and took a step back to examine your work. “Okay. How many holes do we need? 1,2,3,4,5.” You counted your fingers. “Okay. Five holes.”

You sat back down and put five dots where her fingers would be to mark where you had to cut. You heard a slight chuckle from Bruce and looked up at him curiously.

“Did you just count your fingers?” He asked slowly, wanting to make sure he saw what he thought he had. “To know how many fingers Nat has?”

Your face burned when you realized how dumb you looked, in front of a scientific genius no less.

“Oh, Uh, yeah.” You stammered, feeling very insecure with him watching you now. You moved slower than before and second guessed moves you’d already made a hundred times. Bruce sensed your discomfort and got out of his seat, tapping the table twice as he thought.

“Have you ever heard the expression “the lights are on but nobody’s home’?” He asked you and you were grateful he changed the subject.

“Yeah, I think I have.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing something.

“It reminds me of you.” Bruce said so politely that you didn’t realize it was an insult at first. He left the lab to find Tony, leaving you feeling embarrassed and a little hurt. Everyone knew Bruce could hurt you ten times worse with his words than the Hulk could with his fists, you’d just never been his target before. You slumped down in your seat and continued making the gloves, your mood significantly dampened from before he came in the room.

You walked into the kitchen the next morning, sleepily rubbing your eyes. You pressed a chaste kiss on Peters shoulder as you passed him, also more affectionate to your best friend when you were half asleep. You smiled at Rhodey, who was seated at the bar and skimming through a newspaper.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked him through a yawn as you got out yogurt and fruit for yourself.

“No. I needed my coffee first.” He smiled sleepily at you and held up his mug.

“Oh, you mean your sugar with a spoonful of coffee?” You teased him. “Yeah, it’s good you got that out of the way.”

“I prefer it this way. The sugar wakes me up.” Peter defended his drink as he took a sip.

“That’s what the caffeine is supposed to do, mi amor.” You laughed as you ruffled his bed head ridden hair. He was about to make a comeback when his stomach rumbles loudly.

“Someone’s hungry.” You remarked. “Do you want eggs?”

“No thanks.” Peter shook his head. “I can’t eat eggs alone.”

“Well I’m here. And Rhodey’s right there, so you’re not alone.” You told him. “And I can grab Steve and Bucky. They’re just in the other room.”

Rhodey looked up from his newspaper with raised eyebrows and looked at Peter. Peter set his mug down and made a face at Rhodey that told him not to say anything. You looked between the two of them in confusion as you wondered what was going on.

“I meant alone as in without toast, sweetness.” Peter said gently, not wanting you to feel dumb for misunderstanding. “But I am glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” You faked a smile and shrugged like it was no big deal. Peter had handled the situation with ease and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you normally would. That is until…

“You know, Y/n, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” Rhodey nodded before going back to his newspaper. You froze with your spoonful of yogurt midway to your mouth and looked at him. He didn’t actually call you dumb, but it was implied. You looked at Peter to see if he was thinking the same thing, but his face had nothing but kindness on it.

“You are pretty.” He agreed with Rhodey. “But you’re a lot of other things too.”

You cracked a smile and rubbed his back for a moment in appreciation.

“Thanks Peter.” You said softly and went back to your breakfast. Not wanting to worry him, you ignored the way Rhodey’s comment made you feel and tried to push it from your mind. But no hard you tried to focus on other things, you had one thought prodding at the back of your head.

You were dumb.

A week went by without anyone poking fun at your intelligence. You had a sneaking suspicion Peter had something to do with the lack of comments, but you said nothing. It was nice to have a break from all the teasing and it made hanging out with the team more enjoyable. You all lingered around the kitchen one day, eating all different kinds of lunch when Tony came in the room.

“Eat up, funky bunch.” He clapped his hands. “We have a mission in Alaska to train for and I need all hands on deck. Cap, do you think you can teach Peter that spinny thingy you do?”

“I can try.” Steve looked at Peter and nodded.

“Great. I’m getting a manicure. I’ll be back around noon.” Tony informed you all.

“Wait, I thought you said all hands on deck.” You tilted your head at him.

“I did. Which I why I have to make sure my hands look the best.” Tony waved flirtatiously, wiggling his fingers around like a teenage girl. He smirked as his action was met with some eye rolls and a few chuckles before leaving the room.

“I can’t believe we’re going to Alaska.” Peter nudged you excitedly and you smiled with glee.

“Is Alaska the same as the North Pole? Or am I thinking of Antarctica?” Sam wondered out loud.

“No. The North Pole is all the way at the top. Alaska is below California. Like by Texas.” You said confidently, proud that you knew information that someone else didn’t. Your pride quickly dissipated when you saw the teams faces twist in amusement.

“Wait a minute.” Steve looked at you like you were joking. You shrugged, letting him know you weren’t. Sam burst out laughing and clapped his hands as the rest of the team began to laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Sam grinned as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yes it is.” You insisted. “Look at any US map. It’s on the bottom by Hawaii.”

You were getting angry now. You knew you were right this time and they were still teasing you.

“No.” Bucky shook his head is dismissal. “No.”

“Alaska is below California on every map I’ve ever seen. You’re telling me I’m wrong?” You our your hand on your hip and stared at them.

“100%. I am 100% telling you you’re wrong.” Sam said between his laughter. Peter came to your side and showed you a picture of a map on his phone.

“Alaska is US territory but it’s not connected to the rest of the states. They just put it below California on maps to show it’s a part of the US. Thats not actually where it’s located.” He said quietly. You looked at the map for a few seconds before you realized he was right. And if he was right…

You were wrong.

“Oh.” You smiled apologetically and averted your eyes. “Oops.”

You turned around and pretending to clean up the kitchen to hide your searing blush. Your fingers clenched around your sponge when you heard the teasing laughter from behind you.

“Sometimes I wonder how you made it out of high school.” Steve joked as he threw out the crusts of his sandwich. The comment stung you and you began to scrub the counter faster so you could leave the room sooner. Peter could see your shoulders tense and put a reassuring hand on your back. You gave him a tight lipped smiled before putting your dish in the sink.

“I’m still wondering how she made it out of first grade.” Nat teased you and she poked your side.

“I can’t believe she made it out of the womb in the first place with nobody telling her where to go.” Sam said, making everyone laugh loudly. You abruptly threw a dish in the sink, making everyone go silent. You tuned around slowly and faked a smile.

“Haha. Yeah.” You forced a laugh. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

You swiftly left the room before anyone could catch your tears. You felt stupid for even getting upset over it, but their words hurt. Feeling like you were always the dumbest person in the room was taking a toll on you, especially when you weren’t the only one who felt that way. Peter watched you leave with sympathetic eyes, feeling his own frustration bubble at the sound of the team laughing at you. He thought they had listened the first time he told them to stop making fun of you, but they clearly hadn’t. After seeing the pained look on your face, Peter made a decision.

It was never going to happen again.

“Ugh. I’m never gonna get this right.” Peter groaned as he messed up the move Steve was trying to teach him once again.

“You’re getting too much inside your head. Just let it happen naturally.” Steve instructed as he resumed his stance. Peter tried the move again, wiping out and landing on his side with a thud. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you spared with Nat.

“I can’t.” Peter got up and rubbed his arm. “I can’t do it.”

Steve nodded, like he was accepting Peters defeat. You stopped sparing and looked at Peter.

“Yes you can. Come on, Peter.” You encouraged him. “Everyone told Van Gogh that he couldn’t be an artist because he only had one ear but he did it anyway.”

The room feel silent, as it often did when you spoke, and everyone looked down.

“Oh dear Lord.” Rhodey sighed and hung his head and he snickered. You could see everyone else fighting back laughter or cracking a smile, yet saying nothing.

“What?” You crossed your arms in annoyance, looming to Peter for help.

“He chopped his ear off after becoming an artist.” Peter said kindly. “He wasn’t born without one.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it.

“Speaking of ears, do you think of you shone a light in one of Y/n’s ears, it would come out the other ear?” Tony quipped, making everyone laugh. The tips of your ears burned as that feeling of stupidity sunk in again. You undid the Velcro on your boxing gloves and pretended to wipe sweat from your face as you rushed to the bin where the gloves went. You kept your back to the group and pretending to be putting your gloves away when you were really concealing your pained expression.

“Yes.” Nat jeered. “Yes I do.”

Your shoulders slumped with exhaustion as you turned around, making every effort to keep your face neutral. Your face didn’t give away any signs of sadness, but your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the bin gave your true feelings away. Peter noticed this and felt his jaw clench. If you weren’t gonna tell them to stop, he was.

“Leave her alone, guys.” He commanded the crowd before looking at you. “Thanks for the encouragement, Y/n. I’m gonna keep trying.”

“It’s fine.” You nodded curtly. “I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

You walked out of the gym, pausing in place when you heard Sams voice.

“Hit the showers?” He laughed. “We just started.”

“Shhh. Don’t confuse the poor girl any further.” Bruce joked back. You looked back at the gym with your eyebrows knit together, taking a quiet step closer to hear what they were saying about you without you there.

“She’s probably like, ‘whats this magic closet that makes rain?’” Rhodey imitated your voice, making you sound as dense as possible.

“Knock it off guys. It’s not funny.” Peter snapped, but the teasing continued.

“Or like, ‘this shampoo says it adds volume, but I used it and I can’t hear any louder than before’.” Tony mocked you, skipping around a little like a child. Your face contorted in misery as they made fun of you. You knew who they really were, and they were good people. They didn’t intend to hurt your feelings, they were only joking around like they did with everyone. Steve was teased all the time for his old fashioned dialect and no one lets Tony live down the kimono incident. Still, all their insults and mockery cut you like a knife.

“Ahh, I love that girl.” Nat shook her head with a smile. “She’s so dumb.”

“She may be slow, but she’s entertaining as hell.” Sam nodded in agreement.

“I said knock it off.” Peter repeated, getting a reaction this time.

“Aw. Peters mad because we’re teasing his girlfriend.” Nat pouted and pinched Peters cheek. She quickly realized how wholesome she was being and punched Bucky in the face to maintain her lethal assassin persona.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter grumbled. Now that you were out of the room, he was the next target.

“He’s right. Hey, maybe that’s why you guys haven’t gotten together yet.” Rhodey shrugged. “She’s too stupid to realize you’re in love with her.”

That was all you had to hear. You ran towards your with tears running down your face. Thanks to Peters advanced heating, he heard every heavy footstep.

“Okay. Maybe she is a little slow.” Peter shook his head in disdain at the team. “But you guys are idiots.”

You were quiet the entire way to Alaska, keeping to yourself and silently looking out the window. Peter attempted to talk to you once or twice, but he could tell you wanted to be alone. The Avengers completed the mission within a few hours with minor damage to the area. Peter focused on his job but found himself looking for you every now and then, being as you usually stayed together during missions. He didn’t see you anywhere and assumed you were doing your own thing on the other side of the field. He heart rest assured when he saw you boarding the jet, still looking reserved and aloof from the rest of the team. You took a seat by the window and rested your chin on your hand, looking out at the bleak landscape in front of you as the jet took off. Peter didn’t engage in small talk with the rest of the team and wistfully stared at you instead, silently willing you to cheer up.

“I think that went pretty well.” Rhodey nodded and the team agreed. “But where were you the whole time, Y/n? Picking daisies?”

Peter held his breath as you slowly turned around. You gave Rhodey a frigid smile and shook your head.

“We came during a blizzard so I used my powers to create a heated force field around the area we were in to prevent frostbite and give you guys and easier time seeing in the snow. We were also at a higher altitude than any of us are used to so I kept the air pressure to sea level standard.” You said simply. “And I assumed there would be smoke from the battle so I rounded up the nearby animals and made a separate for field around them to protect their lungs.”

The room went silent, something you were used to at this point. But instead of everyone falling silent because they were laughing at you, they were impressed.

“Oh.” Rhodey blinked in surprise, not expecting the answer he was given.

“I also picked this flower.” You smiled proudly as you produced a Forget Me Not from your lap. Peter couldn’t keep the grin from breaking through on his face. You were the center of attention once again, but in a good way this time. Everyone was pleasantly surprised with what you had done and it showed.

“I didn’t think about the altitude.” Nat realized.

“I had no idea there was a blizzard.” Steve added, looking dumbfounded.

“Because I kept you from knowing.” You shrugged. “I wanted you guys to focus on the mission.”

“I mean, I knew. I just didn’t tell you guys because I was so distracted by my buffed and polished nails.” Tony twiddled his fingers again, showing off his freshly manicured nails. You all laughed, breaking the tension in the jet.

“Well look at that.” Sam looked impressed. “Y/n knew something we didn’t.”

It was almost a compliment, but it still made you feel insecure. You didn’t want it to be this mind boggling every time you did something useful.

“Thanks, Y/n. That was really smart.” Peter said softly as he patted your knee. You put your hand over his and squeezed it. It was the first time someone called your smart, and it made you feel good.

“It was really smart.” Sam said skeptically. He stared at you for a moment before poking your side.

“What are you doing?” You swatted his hand away.

“Just making sure you’re still in there.” He eyed you suspiciously. Peter could sense the attention was making you uncomfortable and changed the subject.

“Are we almost home?” He asked Tony before peering out the window. The flight was a little over 7 hours on a normal plane, but the Stark jet was much quicker. The flight would only take a few hours, but Peter was not known for being patient.

“Yes, Peter. We are almost back at the tower. You can get your diaper changed and your bottle as soon as we get back.” Tony sassed him, making him shrink in his seat. Your body language had completely changed and your were now sitting straight, facing the group. Peter was glad you were feeling better and didn’t even mind Tony’s comment.

“Guys, let’s be civil. We’re all tired. We all want to get home.” You said calmly. “Let’s just focus on how pretty the sky looks tonight. Isn’t is pretty, Peter?”

He gazed at your profile as you looked out the window at the stars, admiring how pretty you looked from the side.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” He conceded without ever taking his eyes off you. You shot him a smile before looking straight ahead at the dashboard.

“Wow, the moon is huge!” You pointed time a large yellow crescent that could be seen through the window.

“That’s literally the reflection of my banana on the windshield.” Tony deadpanned. He may have been right, but it still looked pretty.

“Should we make a wish?” You asked Peter, ignoring Tony’s comment.

“On the banana?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “On the banana.”

“Why?” Rhodey asked. “It’s not like people wish on the moon.”

“It feels like we should.” You said with confidence.

“Yep. She’s still in there.” Sam chuckled. And just like that, your confidence receded.

“I hate it here.” Bucky sighed heavily and tuned out of the conversation.

“It must be so peaceful being you, Y/n.” Tony remarked.

“Why do you say that?” You wondered.

“Because instead of thinking about your problems and mistrials, you simply don’t think at all.” Tony said suavely. In only a better for minutes, you’d gone from being the hero to the laughing stock of the group. The sly comments and taunting laughter made you feel like you should stop opening your mouth entirely. You faked a smile and turned back towards the window, tuning out the rest of the way home. Peter chewed his lip as he stared at you, feeling useless to helping you out. The team just wouldn’t let up, no matter how many times he told them to stop. Knowing you weren’t in the mood to talk, he scooted closer to you and put a comforting hand on your back. You smiled warmly at him and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him point out the constellations the whole way home.

The next day, you and Peter were sitting in the balcony, working on some new gadgets for Mr. Stark when Peter made a startling discovery.

“Where’s my right web shooter?” Peter stood up in a panic when he realized it was missing. “I left it right here.”

“Maybe a bird carried it off.” You shrugged as you twisted a tiny screw into Peters left web shooter.

“I’m being serious, Y/n.” Peter stated. “Mr. Stark is going to kill me and turn me into a decorative rug if I lost it.”

“I’m being serious too. We live in New York and I see birds around here all the time.” You told him as you continued your work. “And you know the pigeons here are feral. A bird probably stole it to pay for his child support.”

Peter usually entertained your antics and joined in with his own batch of sarcasm, but he wasn’t in the mood. His web shooter was missing and their were actual stakes involved. Without his web shooter, he couldn’t be Spiderman. And without Spider-Man, he couldn’t be an Avenger.

“Can you be serious for once?“ Peter whined, picking up everything on the table to look under it.

“I’m just saying it’s possible, Peter. You never know.” You insisted as you put your screw driver down to help him look. You began looking in the flower pots on the windowsill that you and Peter had planted. Peter stopped his search for a moment, growing angry with you for wasting time. He didn’t know if you were joking around or genuine believed his web shooter was in the flower pots, but it made him frustrated nonetheless. A combination of his lack of sleep and stress over losing the webshooter manifested into a moment of unchecked rage.

“No, it’s not possible.” He snapped. “A bird didn’t steal my web shooter. God, do you have to be so stupid?”

The word hung in the air for a moment, settling in to the both of you. Peters eyes immediately softened, feeling instant regret for what he had said. You stopped trifling through the plants and slowly turned around.

“What?” You asked quietly. Peter tightened his lips into a line and tried to justify what he had said.

“I try to defend you but you make it so hard. Can you help me out a little here and not be so…” He trailed off when he realized he had only made it worse. Your face hardened and you looked disappointed in Peter, which killed him. He would have preferred anger or even sadness, but the disappointment killed him.

“So what?” You shrugged. “Finish your sentence Peter.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“No, really, go ahead.” You stated coldly. “You got this far. So what, Peter?”

He looked at you for a moment, getting that feeling of wishing you could turn back time just a few seconds to fix a mistake.

“So dumb all the time.” He finished his sentence with an unsteady voice. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you sucked in and let out a shaky breath.

“You were the only one who never called me that.” You whimpered before moving past him and going inside. Peter watched you through the open balcony doors as you disappeared into the hallway with a heavy heart. His mouth was open to apologize, but you were long gone. He’d seen you being ridiculed so many times already, and now he was the one doing it. All that talk about it never happening again, only for him to be the reason it happened. Peter couldn’t live with himself for another minute without you knowing how sorry he was. He took a step towards the doorway until he heard a pigeon land on the table. He watched it curiously for a moment as it pecked at the screwdriver you had been using before picking it up with its beak. It flew over to the edge and began to walk along the railing, still keeping the screwdriver in his mouth. Peter followed the pigeon, walking all the way down the balcony to find a large nest in the corner. He watched as it dropped the screwdriver into its nest, right next to his web shooter.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter.” Peter said in disbelief. Peter watched as baby pigeons poked out from inside the web shooter to greet the other pigeon.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter for his kids.” Peters eyes widened even more than they already were. Realized struck him and his shoulders slumped.

“She was right.” He mumbled, angry at himself more than ever. “I yelled at her and she was right.”

Peter wasted no time in rescuing his web shooter from the birds, offering them a nice biodegradable coffee cup in its place, and ran to the kitchen to make you a peace offering. He knocked softly on your door and didn’t wait for an answer before going in.

“I made you this cup of tea as an apology.” Peter stiffly held out a mug with an awkward smile on his face. You looked at Peter from your bed, eyes puffy like you had been crying. You stared at each other for a long time, you with a death glare and Peter with his awkward smile. Neither of you said a word as Peter continued to hold out the mug. After two full minute of silence, a bead of sweat ran down Peters face as he looked around nervously, never breaking his smile. You let out an angry sigh and decided to throw him a bone, crossing the room to accept his mug. You looked into the cup for a moment before looking back at Peter.

“This is empty.” You deadpanned.

“I don’t know how to make tea.” Peter whispered, never breaking eye contact.

“I’ve seen you make it.” You snapped.

“I forgot how to do it.” Peters eyes shifted nervously to the side.

“Bucky was in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”

“I know he hates me.” Peter talked over you as you groaned. “I know he does.”

“Just go away.” You tried to close the door but he kept it open.

“No.” Peter said firmly. “I came in here to apologize.”

“You see this?” You held up the mug for a Peter to see. “It’s my cup of care. And look at that” ,you dumped the cup over, “it’s empty.”

Peter stared at your demonstration with raised eyebrows, surprised that you were still able to be sarcastic when he hurt you. Peter took the mug from your hands and set it on the ground before slowly looking up at your face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said softly with all the sincerity his heart could give. You scoffed and folded your arms, looking to the side when you felt tears sting your eyes.

“Yes I am.” You said like you fully believed it, which was Peters worse fear. “Everyone says so. Even you.”

It hit Peter like a sheet of glass when you looked at him like that.

Like he was someone you didn’t want around.

“I didn’t mean to say that.” Peter apologized. “That is not how I feel. At all.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never thought about saying that before.” You laughed sadly. “Everyone on the team calls me dumb. It was only a matter of time before you did it too.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Peter repeated. “I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Bullshit.” You snapped. “You’re so full of bullshit.”

“I’m not full of bullshit.” He whined like a child and gave you puppy dog eyes. “I’m full of regret.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as he gave you his best pout, willing you to forgive him. Finally, you caved and cracked a smile.

“I hate you.” You stamped your foot and hung your head, frustrated with yourself for not being able to stay mad at him. Peter opened his arms and you walked into them, arms still folded angrily. You bumped your forehead against his shoulder before moving to rest your chin on it as he wrapped his arms around you. Peter nestled against your hair and sighed, happy that you had forgiven him but still saddened that he had hurt you in the first place. He could see the pile of used tissues on your bed and it killed him to know he made you cry.

“I didn’t mean to call you that. I really didn’t.” He said softly. “I’m the one who’s been trying to stop people from saying that.”

“But they still do it.” You sniffled. “Everyday I get called dumb or stupid or scalene.”

“I think it’s obtuse, not scalene.” Peter reluctantly corrected you. You pulled away and little and let Peter wipe the tears from your face.

“Maybe they’re right.” You shrugged and looked Peter in the eyes. “Maybe I am dumb.”

Peter kept your face between his hands, staring at you for a moment before sighing.

“I once sneezed so many times in a row that I peed my pants.” Peter deadpanned. “I was 17.”

“What?” You chuckled as you wiped your nose.

“I saw Bucky try to take a piece of toast out of the toaster with his metal arm and electrocute himself.” He continued. “And I constantly see Tony bumping into glass doors.”

“I don’t understand.” You squinted your eyes, but sure what point he was trying to make.

“Steve still picks up the phone and asks for the operator. Nat leaves her curling iron plugged in all the time. I do not think Sam knows the address of where we live and I’m pretty sure Rhodey can’t do laundry. He gets all his stuff dry cleaned, even his socks.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You asked.

“Because were all dumb.” Peter concluded. “We all do and say dumb things. You don’t know where Alaska is and no one in this tower can read analog clocks. If we’re all dumb, then maybe none of us are dumb. Or we all are. Who cares?” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “And you were right. A bird did carry off my web shooter. So no, you’re no dumb. Or stupid. Or obtuse. You’re, uh, you- you…” Peter looked down at he fumbled over his words.

“I’m what?” You raised an eyebrow. You could finish his sentence last time, but this time you were lost.

“You’re…” Peter tampered off again, staring at your confused expression for a moment before pulling you into a kiss. Your hands clenched into a fist and slowly uncurled as you relaxed into the kiss. Peter pulled away too soon and let his eyes flutter open. They met yours and you shared a moment of hesitation, not knowing what happened rest next.

“I’m gonna be honest lovey, I didn’t really have an ending to that sentence.” Peter chris joes softly, his breath fanning your face. “That was mainly improv.”

“You’re pretty good at improv, Parker.” You cracked a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I did a little bit of theater in high school.” He shrugged smugly, making you giggle.

“Mmm. I severely don’t want to hear about that.” You teased before kissing him again.

“Oh, I think you do.” Peter remarked. “Because I once went to the bathroom during intermission with my mic still on and the entire audience heard me peeing.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

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WWX decides to kill two birds with one stone and with the help of WQ reforges the Stygian Tiger Seal into a artificial golden core replacement which she implants into WWX.

WWXs eyes are now permanently red and he has the full power of the seal at his fingertips at all times because its part of him now.

Another side effect of this Stygian Core is discovered when WWX misses JZXs ambush and is instead attacked and disembowled in Carp Tower in full view of the cultivation world but then immediately regenerates without a scratch and blood ruined robes.

Watching WWX be more annoyed at the bloody robes than being disembowled because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation has apparently cultivated to immortality USING RESENTMENT shakes a lot of people.

“Huh.” Wen Qing says as she observes yet another failure of Wei Wuxian’s inventions quite literally blow up in his face. “So this Seal of yours protects you?”

Wei Wuxian coughs from the smoke of his busted invention, “Well, yeah. What about it?”

“It’s sentient, correct?”

“Yeah....?”

“Hmm.” Wen Qing observed the Seal slowly bobbing up and down. “Can you circulate resentful energy through the Seal for a moment? Don’t make it do anything. Just channel resentful energy through it like you would if you channeled spiritual energy normally.”

“Okayyy??” Wei Wuxian was perplexed but nevertheless obeyed and watched as Wen Qing’s eyes brightened. “What? What is it? Wen Qing, tell meeeeee! Don’t leave me out!!!!!”

“Brat, I’m trying to concentrate.” She scolded him, but her tone was fond.

Wei Wuxian waited a few more moments before it seemed like Wen Qing had seen enough.

“I want you to calm down when I say this, but I think you can reforge the Seal into a core which I can transfer into you.”

Wei Wuxian was silent......for about two seconds. “............What?”

Wen Qing sighed. “Wei Wuxian, when you channeled resentful energy through the Seal, the Seal acted much like how it would if someone were to channel spiritual energy through their core. The Seal can be made into an artificial core is what I’m saying.”

“I.....you are sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. He knew Wen Qing wouldn’t joke about this.

“Yes. I’m about eighty percent sure this will go well. I can even knock you out when I cut you open this time.”

“I.....okay.” Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words.

“So I’ve rendered you speechless.” Wen Qing smiled. “That kinda feels good.”

Wei Wuxian pouted.

...........

It took a few days to reform the Seal into a form that would resemble a core but Wei Wuxian was a genius and having Wen Qing there to bounce ideas off of helped in giving him a clue as to how a core should look and feel like.

“Are you ready?” Wen Qing asked.

Wei Wuxian, who was one hundred percent not ready, said, “Yes.”

Wen Qing saw through this. “It will be alright.” She squeezed his hand. “This time, it will be alright.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was knocked out.

When he awoke, his eyes had burned for a little before the pain dissipated.

Wen Qing had been in the midst of declaring the operation successful when she suddenly paused, “Huh.”

“What is it?” He asked nervously. Did something go wrong?

“Oh.....it’s, hmm. A’ Ning, get me some water, will you?”

Wen Ning returned not long later and locked eyes with Wei Wuxian. He seemed quite startled and that made Wei Wuxian even more curious. Based on Wen Qing’s reaction, it wasn’t anything bad, but still.....

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes?”

“Look at your reflection and you’ll understand why A’ Ning and I looked startled.”

Wei Wuxian did.

And he was shocked to see that his eyes have now become a brilliant shade of red. “What the hell?”

“Mmhm.”

“Why are my eyes red???”

“Well, Wei Wuxian, I’m not sure if anyone’s told you, but you’re aware your eyes turn red everytime you use demonic cultivation, right?”

“Umm, no??”

“Well, they do. And considering what your core is, well. I’m not entirely surprised this happened. It was certainly unexpected though.” She finished cleaning up and left Wei Wuxian to just sit and admire his reflection.

...................

A week and some carefully supervised experiments later, Wei Wuxian had full control over his core. It was really just the same thing as how one would normally use a golden core, so it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. However, considering his core is the Seal, he also had the ability to control thousands of corpses and this time without any of the side effects.

He also spent time trying to get Suibian to respond to him using resentful energy. Considering that the sword was a spiritual sword, he was unsure of the compatibility but Suibian seemed to adapt well enough and Wei Wuxian was so glad he didn’t have to give up ever using his beloved sword again.

The next step on his agenda was to update the wards. Using the power of the Seal to strengthen it was a walk in the park and Wei Wuxian finally felt like despite how the cultivation world was always on the verge of killing him and the Wens, they’d be safe. The wards would hold out.

He then started absorbing all the deep-seated resentment in the soil to make it more fertile as well as trying to clear the Burial Mounds resentment by listening to the stories of the dead and helping them pass on. He also painstakingly dug up all the strewn about corpses, burned them and held proper funeral rites for them.

The crops flourished, the Wens and him were well-fed, and the Burial Mounds started to lighten up. Wei Wuxian no longer looked to be on the verge of death and he was able to cultivate without any problem.

Like this, time passed peacefully.

..........................

He was invited to his nephew’s one month celebration not long later and Wei Wuxian decided that this would be a good time to show the cultivation world that he truly is the grandmaster of demonic cultivation they all claim him to be. (In truth, he never considered himself to be any sort of grandmaster considering how little he knew of demonic cultivation, but it was different now.)

He told Wen Ning and the other corpses - of the resentful spirits that stayed behind saying they wanted to help him - to watch for any Jins since he trusted they’d take this chance to attack the Burial Mounds.

After he put on a concealing talisman for his eyes - since he knew that his different eye color would make a huge uproar -, he took to the skies with Suibian and nearly teared up. He’d missed flying. He’d missed this feeling. Laughing happily, he circulated the resentful energy in his core and sped up, becoming a black blur as he flew straight over Qiongqi Path.

When he landed at the foot of Koi Tower, invitation in hand, the Jin guards seemed surprised to see him there but had to let him in, not wanting to offend him.

Jiang Yanli-- no, it was Jin Yanli saw him and waved excitedly, beckoning him over. Out of his sight, Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan seemed surprised to see him there.

“A’ Xian!”

“Shijie!” The form of address slipped out.

Her face softened. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The whispers of the people around him, wondering why he was there, surrounded him, but he ignored it. “Shijie, here’s my present!”

She looked at the bell with a little bit of wonder. “What does it do?”

“It’ll ensure that high level resentful beings and below won’t be able to move!”

“Oh, A’ Xian! This is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Jin Zixuan said, awkwardly. Wei Wuxian had forgotten he was there.

“No need! If it’s for Shijie’s son, I’d do anything!”

“He’s my son, too.”

Wei Wuxian made a face at that. “Well, yeah.”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called and then stopped. “You have your sword?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged, “Yep!” He twirled around. “I started picking Suibian up again! But let’s not focus on that, Jiang Cheng!”

Jiang Cheng seemed hesitant but dropped it readily enough as they started bickering like they used to.

Suddenly--

“Wei Wuxian!” Someone yelled.

Wei Wuxian groaned. Can one day go on without someone yelling my name with hatred??? Like, please??

“Yeeeeeees?” He drawled tiredly.

And some Jin guy that vaguely looked like Jin Zixuan stomped in, looking murderous. “You, remove the curse that you put on me!!”

Murmurs started up all around them.

“Curse?” Wei Wuxian looked confused. “What curse? And who are you anyway? Am I supposed to know you from somewhere??”

“You know who I am!!”

“No, I don’t actually.” Wei Wuxian scratched his head as he walked forward to get a better look. He really didn’t know!

“That’s Jin Zixun.” His shijie said, coming up to him. “From the Phoenix Mountain hunt?” Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, she continued. “The one that was supposed to apologize to you.”

“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian thought really hard. “Oh! I remember you now!” He said to a rather red-faced Jin Zixun. “Sorry about that buddy, but uhh I didn’t curse you! I didn’t even remember you until now!”

“It must be you! It has to be you!!” He screamed and it was really grating on his nerves. “See! Look at this!” He ripped his robes open and everyone gasped at the evidence of the Hundred Holes curse on his torso.

Wei Wuxian whistled. “Well, that’s quite some curse. But I still didn’t do it.” Jin Zixun looked ready to refute so he continued, “Why would I curse you secretly when I usually make a big production of those I kill?”

People had to admit he had a point.

Jin Zixun continued to scream expletives until he finally rushed forward and in a rather bold move, drew his sword, plunging forward. However, in his anger, he completely missed his target and the direction of the blade pointed towards Jin Yanli.

“A’ Jie!!” Jiang Cheng screamed

Wei Wuxian was the closest to her and pushed her back, stepping in front of her taking the sword to his gut.

“A’ XIAN!!!” “WEI WUXIAN!!” “WEI YING!!” Jin Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Lan Wangji, who was actually there, all screamed.

And Wei Wuxian who had just been disemboweled, grit his teeth and pulled out the sword. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible decision since blood got everywhere. Though not so much when his stomach stitched itself back together. “................Huh.” I knew I regenerated quickly considering how often I got hurt plowing the fields and digging up the corpses to put them to rest, but damn that was quick. Though..... “My robes!” He fake-cried, turning his attention to a stunned Jin Zixun. “You ruined my robes! I just managed to scrounge up enough money to buy this new pair and you ruined them!!!!” He fretted over the large rip over his abdomen. “What am I going to tell Wen Qing? She just told me not to stain them!”

The entire cultivation just stared at him in silent shock, making Wei Wuxian feel a little self-conscious.

“Uhh, what are all of you staring at me for?”

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said with all the patience of an exasperated brother. “Is that the only thing you can ask?!” He glared, signaling for two Jiang disciples to restrain Jin Zixun from anymore stupid ideas he’d like to enact. “When did you cultivate to immortality?”

“I didn’t??? What do you mean??”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, checking him over. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm? I’m a little dizzy considering all the blood I’ve lost, but it’s nothing big!” He grinned. It felt nice to have Lan Zhan care for him rather than fight with him.

“Wei Wuxian, stop flirting with Hanguang-Jun and answer the damn question.”

Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to his brother and pouted at him, missing Lan Wangji’s red ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A’ Xian.” Shijie said and Wei Wuxian abruptly realized her robes had his blood on them.

“Shijie, I’m sorry I got your robes dirty!”

“It’s fine.” She patted him. “But A’ Xian, I know you didn’t pay attention to those lectures, but only immortals can heal from wounds like that that quickly.”

“Really?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan confirmed.

“Huh. So I’m immortal?”

“Yes.” Jiang Cheng deadpanned. “And you didn’t even notice it. In true Wei Wuxian fashion.”

Lan Zhan frowned then. He had still been checking Wei Wuxian’s pulse. “Wei Ying, what happened to your core?”

“Hmm? .........Oh shit.”

“Why is it covered in resentment?”

“Oh. Umm.” Wei Wuxian really was at a loss for words now. “We can discuss that later?”

“Wei Ying.”

“Aiya, how do you make my name sound like reprimand?”

“Don’t try to deflect the conversation.” Jiang Cheng said, now paying attention.

Wei Wuxian groaned. “Okay. Well, everyone would have found out sooner or later but umm. I might have cultivated to immortality accidentally via demonic cultivation? Haha, ha......”

No one laughed with him. They all looked pretty shaken and Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at their reaction. He felt pretty detached from it all, to be honest.

“Can we all just forget about this and continue celebrating Jin Ling’s one month celebration?”

And everyone collectively said, “No.”

“Aww.”

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To this day, I’m still unsure of whether it’s Carp Tower or Koi Tower.

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