I think it’s part 2 but when Doc is talking about branching and alternate realities and the one Marty came from being the “original”… but it’s not? He’s now coming from the verse where his parents are cool and rich???
Doc you were there? OR did he mean it in a Marty is from the OG OG
Doing research for my Tensura fanfiction and just remembered that the time line is fucked.
Like there's no real way to measure how long between the birth of each true dragon, or when the calendar starts, or how time works in the demon realm!!! Trust me I have LOOKED.
There is nothing but vague rambling and quess work so- I believe that it is our responsibility as fanfiction writers to make up a time line that everyone can use.
I will be making this and then making a post to keep it for future fics.
“I wanted to be alone. I wound up just lonely. Maybe butting heads with a few world crushes would have been more therapeutic. We’ll never know, will we?”
Dick talks to Donna over the phone about how he’s trying to sort his life out. She has to hang up to deal with Gar making a kitchen disaster (Nightwing Vol.2 #103)
Guyser commissions armor & contemplates her future. Isiri & Guyser say possible goodbyes to Sierra. Powder & Isiri share a tender moment. WorldCorps gives an interview over lunch. In the World of Assembly, they meet a mechanical Smog & Blobby Flob. Let's talk about it with Dee.
Hi! If youre taking requests i was thinking about, since Loki and everything,maybe the reader somehow comes from our universe to the MCU and meets Bucky. Maybe they tell them about the world they came from? Apologies im not good at writing descriptions or plots.
Rewritten
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 2,001
Summary: You somehow get zapped into a different timeline and this one has a VERY REAL BUCKY BARNES (this takes place during FatWS)
Author's Note: Hi lovely @kaisficrecs thank you for this fun request!!! So when I read it my mind immediately when to the reader sorta of landing in a timeline where Bucky Barnes is actually real and she’s basically exisiting in a fan fiction story. I hope this is ok and you enjoy it! It seemed liked a fun way to take it! Hope you have a great day! HUGS! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Jobean divider by the lovely @imerdwarf and line divider by the lovely @skylightlantern
Warnings: Fun fluff, flirting, soft and shy Bucky, some fun teasing, smiles and giggles
Gif not mine: Credit to @fishragnarsson for this beautiful one, thanks so much 🥰
“Hey Sam, I think she’s coming to,” Bucky shouts as he holds you protectively against his chest.
“Hiya doll, how do ya feel?” he asks you.
Your eyes are still slightly blurred as you look around, finally focusing on the familiar blue eyes staring down at you. The air is filled with loud noises and voices but it’s the one speaking directly to you that makes your heart start to beat rapidly once again.
“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he says, gently shifting you in his arms.
You hear the shifting plates of metal and a whirring sound you recognize all too well. The blood rushes to your ears and your eyes widen.
“Bucky?” you squeak out, trying to sit up but he doesn’t let you.
“Yea doll, that’s right and don’t move too much yet. You’re probably still a bit dizzy. You went down pretty hard.”
The world starts to get fuzzy and your skin heats. Your vision becomes dark and blurry and you can feel yourself slipping into the unconscious.
“Did you just call me…” you start to mutter, unable to finish your sentence before fainting right in Bucky’s arms.
“Shit, she fainted again,” Bucky yells, lifting you up bridal style. “Let’s get her into the jet.”
“Still not awake huh?” Sam asks Bucky as they stand near your bed.
“Not yet. But every once in while she makes these cute little sounds. Maybe she’s dreaming,” Bucky says, smiling.
“Great, you’re already smitten,” Sam teases, nudging Bucky in the arm.
Bucky blows a raspberry and ignores him, his eyes still trained on you.
“I can stay a bit if you want so you can grab some food or something,” Sam tells Bucky.
“Nah, thanks. I want to be here when she wakes up. She seemed to recognize me so I’m hoping that will help ease some of the initial shock.” Bucky explains.
Sam nods in understanding and squeezes Bucky’s shoulder before walking out of the room.
You wake up to bright lights and the steady beep of a heart monitor. With slow movements you wiggle your fingers and toes and do a little stretch. It isn’t until you realize you’re not in your bedroom in your house that you start to panic.
“Where am I?” you whisper, trying to sit up.
“Hey doll face, take it easy there.”
You turn your head at the sound of his voice, that voice you would recognize almost anywhere. His blue eyes are soft and the skin around the edges is crinkled in a sweet smile. The lights of the room bounce off his left arm, the gray and gold metal shining brightly.
“You said it again,” you breathe out.
“What?” Bucky asks looking confused.
“Doll. You keep calling me doll.”
He chuckles and dips his head shyly. “Yea. I guess old habits die hard huh?”
“I didn’t get a chance to catch your name the first time you fainted and then it happened again so…” he trails off looking sheepish.
You smile for the first time. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. Really,” you assure him.
After introducing yourself you push yourself up and bring your knees up to your chin.
“I still don’t understand what’s going on or how I got here or if you’re even real. This could very well be a dream,” you say quietly, letting your eyes finally settle on him.
He takes a step forward and folds his hand around yours.
“We’ll figure it out one way or another,” he says softly.
After talking with Bucky and some of the hospital staff you’re released with a clean bill of health and it’s almost dinner time. Your stomach grumbles as you step into the warm air and look around.
“Everything looks the same. It’s still Brooklyn,” you declare.
“Do you want me to take you home? Or…?” Bucky asks, shuffling his feet.
“I’m not sure my home is even mine anymore. Bucky Barnes definitely isn’t real where I come from,” you state with a small laugh.
“You can come stay with me until we figure out more stuff… that is, only if you want to.”
You stare at him, a million thoughts rushing through your mind at his offer and the whole craziness of the day so far.
“I’d like that. As long as you don’t mind,” you answer.
“Not at all,” he says, walking to his motorcycle. “Come on. We’ll be there in no time”
You stand still, now staring at his bike.
“You’re going to take me on your motorcycle?” you ask in awe. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
You start to feel a little lightheaded again and sway in your spot. Bucky rushes over and grabs your waist.
“It’s ok doll, we can walk or take a cab if you’re more comfortable.”
Grabbing his leather jacket, you steady yourself and take a deep breath.
“No, it’s not that at all. I really want to go for a ride…it’s just…well never mind. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking worried.
“Definitely,” you tell him, now smiling. “I’m ready.”
He helps you onto the bike and hops on in front of you, revving the engine before looking over his shoulder and telling you to wrap your arms around his waist.
You do what he says and can’t stop yourself from giggling, squeezing him tighter when the bike takes off. The ride isn’t too long and before you know it you’re reluctantly letting go of him as he helps you off.
“Not too bad, right?” he asks.
“It was perfect,” you tell him.
When you get inside his apartment it’s just as you always imagined it would be. Neat and clean with the just the bare minimum of necessities.
“You must be starving. How about pizza?” he asks, grabbing his phone.
“I love pizza!” you exclaim, giggling to yourself again.
“Me too,” he replies, giving you an assessing look.
“What?” you ask
“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” he says with a smile.
You shake your head, covering your mouth to hide another giggle before plopping down on the couch.
“If you want to shower or anything go right ahead. I can give you some of my clothes for now.”
Once again your mind floods with thoughts and you decide that a shower might be the perfect way to center yourself.
“I think I’ll do that, thank you.”
Bucky gets you set up and says he’ll leave some clothes hanging on the door. You take a hot shower and try to wash some of the insanity of the day away and clear your head. It helps and by the time you get out you’re feeling a little more like yourself.
You open the door of the bathroom and grab the clothes. He left you a black tee shirt, a pair of shorts and his blue Henley. The sight of his Henley makes the world shift again and you grab the sink to keep yourself upright.
“I can’t believe it,” you mutter to yourself.
You lift the soft fabric to your nose and inhale, smiling when you smell his lingering scent. It’s better than you ever even imagined.
When you’re dressed you hang your towel to dry and walk into the small kitchen area, finding Bucky standing at the counter in a tee shirt and jeans, his dog tags hanging loosely around his neck.
“Hey doll face. How was your shower?”
You giggle for the hundredth time.
“Great thanks, just what I needed and thank you for the clothes,” you say, motioning to yourself.
“They are a little big,” he laughs, “but you look really cute.”
You can feel the heat creep over your skin but the ring of the doorbell pulls you both from the moment.
“Pizza is here!” he chimes.
Before long you two are seated on the couch with a piece of pizza in hand.
“So is pizza still as delicious in this timeline?” he asks. “I can’t believe I just asked that.”
You both laugh.
“Yep, still delicious,” you say before taking another bite.
Bucky watches you intently, slowly lifting his thumb and leaning over to swipe it across the corner of your mouth.
“You had a little sauce right there,” he whispers.
“Thanks,” you answer back, tracing the spot with your tongue.
You quickly take a drink of water but it doesn’t stop the giggle you were trying to stifle and you end up choking on the water.
“Woah, you ok doll?”
You give him a thumbs up and bury your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with more giggles.
“You’ve got to tell me what keeps making you giggle like that. I’m starting to think it’s me,” he says shyly.
That pulls you out of your fit and you look him in the eye. You let out a deep breath and square your shoulders.
“Well. Um…this is going to sound weird. I mean I think it is…no. It definitely is, but uh, hear me out.”
Bucky winks and says, “listen doll, I’ve heard a lot of weird shit and seen some even crazier shit so I wouldn’t worry.”
“Good point,” you say in agreement. “Ok. So, in my timeline Bucky Barnes is a fictional comic book character. He’s in movies and TV shows and comics of course. He looks just like you…which is why I recognized you earlier today.”
“Yea I was wondering about that…” he says, now smirking.
“So anyway, it seems like your story here is the same as what we’ve seen in the movies. I’m not sure if all the details are exact or anything but only time will tell.”
You finish that sentence and take another deep inhale.
“That still doesn’t explain why you keep giggling every time I do or say something,” he says, brows raised.
“Right, that. Yeaaaaa…so have you ever heard of fanfiction?” you ask, inwardly cringing.
“Sam told me about it once. People write stories about fictional characters right?”
Your look of surprise makes him laugh.
“I haven’t read any of it myself though,” he continues.
“Huh,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip.
“Why? Is there fanfiction about me in your timeline?” he asks, his smile growing.
You open your mouth to answer him but with the devious look on his face you quickly shut it again.
“Answer me baby doll,” he warns playfully.
“You really say that too…” you gasp.
“So that must be a yes,” he laughs. “Do I sound like the Bucky in your stories?”
“I never said I wrote stories!” you nearly shout, backing up as he moves closer to you.
“When I had you in my arms earlier after you fainted…I distinctly remember calling you doll and the next thing I know you faint again…coincidence?”
His grin is so full of mischief you can’t help but break into a smile.
“I guess it was just sort of like a celebrity moment,” you say with a shrug.
His knees are now brushing yours as he corners you against the couch cushions.
“I’m not a celebrity though,” he laughs, taking the glass of water from your shaky hands.
“No, but you are a hero,” you tell him.
His face softens at your words and this time you lean forward, reaching out to touch his cheek.
“So, what would usually happen now in one of your stories,” he asks audaciously.
You giggle, this time doing nothing to hide it.
“Oh, so many things…and who ever said I wrote stories,” you smirk.
He laughs. “What kinds of things?” he simpers.
“Well…maybe I could just show you?”
He nods and you let your hand fall to his chest, grabbing hold of his dog tags and wrapping them around your fingers. You give them a gentle tug, pulling him closer until your faces are only inches apart.
“I hope this isn’t a cliffhanger,” he whispers as his eyes drop to your mouth.
“Those are always fun but not this time,” you murmur before pressing your lips to his.
AU Where Danny was unable to return from "Masters of all time". Something happens and Clockwork is nowhere to be found to help him return to his own time line.
So Maddie and Jack, now starting a relationship after Maddie got divorced, help him find a way and start a new research.
Time passes by and they get married and eventually have Jazz, Danny is now the older brother that keeps looking for a way to time travel/switch time lines and go back to help his friends, has to still deal with ghost while also growing up in company of Jack who is also half ghost.
Cue to a point where they manage to help him and Danny now doesn't know if when returning he will remain older or if he will be young again.
Will little Jazz miss her older brother? How did Danny cope with the 180° change of his family dynamics? Will Jack change his outfit?
