#just gotta get around to submitting my name and device

[oodlenoodleroodle]

Hiii I'm a pretty new SCA-er too! :D :D

Y’all I’m doing it. I’m finally joining the SCA. I emailed the new person greeter who answered all my questions and will go to my first meeting this week.

Why now, you ask? Well. Because I was making a wicked cool historical costume for the Ren Faire and decided I wanted more opportunities to wear it

[stealingyourbones]

I know nothing about Darkseif except what you've explained, but didn't you mention he has a son? I submit: Enemies-to-Lovers redemption arc between that guy and Danny.

Bonus, Danny is penpals with someone in the Teen Titans and they've been giving him advice without actually knowing Danny's true power or who the other party is.

HE DOES HAVE A SON!!

Ok so I myself don’t know tOO much about him but the entire thing with his son is a whole fuckin tHing.

In short summary: The rulers of Apokolips and New Genesis were gonna swap sons as a means of a truce (spoiler alert: Darkseid didn’t keep the truce.)

Darkseid took All Father’s son and tortured the fucker and trapped him in so many various torture devices that he eventually became a master at escape. He became Mister Miracle, otherwise known as Scott Free. I know a LOT about mister miracle but he isn’t the person in question here.

The person in question’s name is Orion the War God. It truly depends on what story you read. Either he is able to quell his rage and goes on adventures with a bunch of New Gods and helps with issues that normally center around earth, or he cannot quell his anger and rage and embraces his heritage. He overthrows Darkseid as the Ruler of Apokolips and goes to harness the Anti-Life equation to destroy Earth.

I really haven’t read much that focuses on Orion besides a few New Gods comics by Jack Kirby. They are truly a work of art.

(Orions helmet is sometimes steel, sometimes purple, sometimes blue. Gotta love color inconsistency. Oh and for those who have only watched the Young Justice tv show, that red fucker is what Forager’s original design looks like.)

I love love love the interpretation of Orion in the Young Justice cartoon. His primary debut is in Rocket’s character Arc in the 4th season. The dude is autistic and is used as a vessel to help Rocket grow as a person and help her stop her neurotypical biases. In the show he tries his best to be a good person even though his entire bloodline and race fully goes against that morality. It’s really hard but he grows as a person as well and learns to accept himself as he is and use his rage to help others. (Oh also he’s literally one of the best autistic characters I’ve ever seen in animated media. Like genuinely it made me really happy to see that they went above and beyond and let this man kick some ass and show he’s powerful as hell.)

I love YJ Orion with my heart and soul. That version of Danny I could absolutely see have an enemies to lovers arc with Danny. The comic version is really a pure villain and even worse than Darkseid.

Also everyone say thank you to Jack Kirby for his wild ass designs because look at this fuckers outfit:

He looks so funky. Imagine a man with that outfit meeting Danny. First thing Danny would comment on would be his wild ass clothing choices.

———

Oh I love the idea that Danny is a pen pal with a titan. Big question is who? It would be neat for Beast Boy or Raven to be his penpal and slowly get some clues that something is off with this kid. Not off enough to say “wow this kid is a superhero.” But in the sense that they might think something is off in his living situation. They’re both glad that they have a friend they can talk to about just mundane stuff and not have to worry about superheroism for the few minutes a day they read and respond to each others letters/emails.

[jisungscaramel]

vexation | hyunjin

❀ genre; smut, college au, enemies au  ❀ pairing; hyunjin x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 2.7k 

[warning] strong language, explicit sexual content, dry humping, (mild) begging, hate sex

There it was: Hwang Hyunjin, name beautifully printed right above yours. You shuddered in complete disgust, not believing that you were paired with him of all people for your history presentation. There were 34 students in the class; that meant you had a whopping 97% chance of being paired with literally anyone else, but no. Your professor, Dr. Zhang, just had to pair you with him. 

Overachiever: that was an understatement. He was the type to want all of the glory for the taking, the type to enjoy making others feel like they were dumb, the type who had no issue in forsaking common morals for his own gain. 

You couldn’t fucking stand him. 

Begrudgingly, you stood up from your original seat, trudging your feet to sit next to him - at your professor’s instruction, of course. You planned on at least being polite, and you thought for a second that he might do the same, but he didn’t even bother looking at you, staring through to the front of the room, eyes stoic. If he was trying to provoke you, it was definitely working. 

You dropped your backpack to the ground, unceremoniously, sound drowning in the increasing levels of chatter in the small lecture hall, but clearly loud enough to make his composure teeter; his head jerked back a millimeter, a minuscule gesture but it was painfully obvious to you. And you let out an equally obvious slew of snickers before sitting back in the seat, neck meeting the old frayed fabric as you tilted your head back, arms stacking on one another as you folded them, woman spreading to occupy more real estate than you actually required.

You had to at least try to keep yourself amused. 

Hyunjin began scribbling mindlessly on a blank piece of paper - still acting as if you were not even there. 

He slammed the white sheet down on your knee, sending vibrations straight up your leg rather rudely. 

Asshole. 

Oh, baby, he hadn’t even started yet. 

“Okay. We’re doing our paper on I-Hotel and… I’m gonna write it. All you have to do is find these books for me at the library.” He turned to look at you with a very aggravating smirk… maybe you’d notice the tiniest hint of flirtation if the feeling of overwhelming irritation didn’t encompass you. 

But the chance passed when his countenance morphed into counterfeit concern, tapping his chin in contemplation for added effect, “although, I think the library’s computer system is down… I guess you gotta find them the old-fashioned way.” God, you just wanted to smack that smug grin right off his face. “I’d love to help you with that... but I’m just too busy…” It should’ve been illegal for intolerable people to be that gorgeous.

You blinked in complete confusion. “Ummm… excuse me?” 

“I’m… sorry… do… I… need… to … talk… slower…?”

You gingerly picked up the piece of paper, promptly getting up from your chair, glaring at him. You made sure your backpack was secure on your shoulder before dramatically lifting the note in front of his face to tear what he wrote to shreds, scattering the bits over his laptop’s keyboard. “Stick a motherfucking cactus up your ass.” 

You stormed out of that hall with your head high, not daring to look back despite your innate desire to see his response - you were sure it was priceless. 

‘I’ll just have to do this damn thing on my own.’

Oh, if it could only be that simple. 

The first thing that popped up on your laptop when you opened it from the safety of the library was an unexpected email. 

Since you ripped up my list - rather rudely I might add - I’ve attached the list of the books I require. I will be at the library at four PM sharp. Please plan accordingly. Hyunjin 

“Fuck.” 

‘Plan accordingly,’ your ass, according to you, your plan was to minimize the amount of time you had to spend dealing with Hyunjin, and you had been 100% sure he had the same sentiment… so much for that. 

Speaking of the devil, as soon as you decided to dismiss his outlandish request and settle in to get some of your research started, Hyunjin yanked your attention away from your laptop with merely his presence, almost as if your nerves were hypersensitive to his saccharine dipped aura, and most definitely not to the signature sway of his frame as he walked. 

You didn’t dare grant him the luxury of your direct gaze. Instead, you kept a close eye on him in your peripheral, hoping you’d blend in with the people around you… but there was still at least a 92% chance he’d see you.

“Did you get my sources?” and now he was right in front of you, nothing but a measly table in between. 

Your nostrils flared in an effort to not retort back at Hyunjin, eyes still fixed on your screen in a successful attempt to ignore him. 

Then he pushed your laptop closed, hand planted firmly on the device rather invasively. “Excuse me, I’m talking to you.”

You gritted your teeth, tilting your head up in a menacing stare, eyes narrowing, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you want?” 

God, you didn’t know his smile could get more fake than it already was. “I told you to get my sources for me,” his tone was exaggeratedly slow, “did you get my sources?” 

You shoved his hand away from your laptop. “Get your own sources.” 

Immediately his fake smile turned into a sincere snicker, rolling his eyes off to the side. “Uptight bitch.” 

His words sank in for a moment. “You wanna say that again?” 

He leaned over the table, face a mere six inches from yours. “Uptight,” you could feel your fists involuntarily clenching, digging into your palms what would soon be prominent crescents in a matter of seconds, “bitch.” 

You almost raised your palm to gratuitously slap him across the face but the simmering mellowness in you kept a tight grasp of your boiling anger. You leaned back in your seat in an effort to widen the physical gap (or the lack thereof) between you. “Fuck off.”

<><><><><><> 

“Hyunjin, y/n, can you both come down to the podium,” Dr. Zhang added at the end of his lecture, halting your plans to b-line straight to the library. 

As the aisles began to empty, you made your way down the steps to the front of the room, purposefully standing at the side opposite of Hyunjin, frankly paying no mind to him for all intents and purposes. 

Your professor glanced between you two, clearly noticing the oddity of the image but purposefully choosing to ignore it. 

“I noticed that both of you submitted first drafts for your paper, and at first I thought it was an accident, until I opened both files and realized you’re writing completely separate papers. Care to explain?” 

“Yeah y/n, care to explain?” What a fucking dicktard. 

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you wracked your brain for some feasible excuse. “Well,” but nothing came to mind… oh fuck it, “we’ve had issues working with each other.” 

Dr. Zhang raised an eyebrow cautiously. “Elaborate.”

“We really don’t get along.”

He sighed, crossing his arms. “Well you’re gonna have to try to find some middle ground. I’ll give you two a second chance to put a first draft together. If you can submit a collaborative piece by midnight, I’ll still give you full credit for that part. If not, it stays as a zero. Subsequently, you will keep getting zeroes for the following checkpoints if you submit them separately. Any questions?” 

“No, sir,” much to your surprise, that was the first moment thus far wherein both you and Hyunjin were on the same wavelength. 

“Good, that is all.” 

You felt like two negatively charged magnets as you walked side by side up the aisle to the exit. “I’m not getting a zero for this,” Hyunjin spoke up. 

You rolled your eyes. “At least we can agree on that.”

As the cold, crisp air of the outside refreshed your nerves, he lightly gripped your shoulder, swerving you to face him. “Look, I know we’re like oil and water, but I’m willing to at least try to get along for the grade.” His fingers trembled on your shoulder; his teeth lightly grazed his bottom lip, eyes searching yours for a sign of truce. 

Needless to say, the sentiment from him was unexpected. You exhaled deeply, brushing his hand from you. “Fine.”

<><><><><><><> 

But two hours spent alone in a library study room proved to be more difficult than originally anticipated. Trying to work together felt like pulling teeth - a true collaboration of absolute vexation.  

“What about this passage?” You pointed to some text in a book you were sifting through. 

He swiveled his chair around, only looking at your find for a solid half a second before, turning back around. “Nah, that’s not good enough to use as evidence.” 

“What the fuck, Hyunjin? You didn’t even read it.”

“I didn’t have to. I assumed whatever you found was as subpar as everything else you’ve ‘found.’”

You dropped the book on the table with a loud plonk, partially in shock at what he said and partially due to a natural tendency to want to irritate him. “Well let’s see what you ‘found,’” leaning over the table in a relaxed manner, carrying a dash of nonchalance as you scrolled through his writing. “You call this good evidence?”

“What on earth are you talking about?” You wanted to laugh at his defensive tone. 

“It’s obvious that you’re framing your own narrative by taking shit outta context. Not to mention all the ellipses and brackets are terrifically horrendous, visually. You’re taking literally all the credibility out.” 

“What do you know? I doubt you even read that article,” he dismissed your legitimate critique in a manner you unfortunately predicted. 

“As a matter of fact, I did… two. hours. ago. And you told me the article didn’t seem ‘reliable’ enough for you, but here you are… you must think I’m fucking stupid.” 

The side of his lips curved up in the slightest smirk. “Not true, I think you’re annoyingly absentminded.” 

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past minute, whispering, “fucking cockmaggot,” under your breath, diverting your attention back to your screen. 

“What did you just say?” His tone suggested he wasn’t being rhetorical - he really didn’t hear you. There was something cute and innocent about his ignorance, the way his lips formed a subtle pout unintentionally, nose wrinkling in distaste. You mentally shook the image from your head, cursing yourself for thinking he was… ‘cute’ to begin with. 

“Nothing, My Liege, nothing at all,” mocking sarcasm spilled from your lips as you parted them to give them a disapproving smack. “This is complete shit; we can’t submit this.”

Hyunjin slammed his laptop closed, standing up abruptly. The action took you by surprise, making your neck shudder in a startle. “I can’t fucking do this anymore. Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” Pent up rage was slathered all over his face, eyes twitching, eyebrows tightly knitting together, jaw unhinging from an excess of epinephrine. 

His anger diffused to you, violently charging your nerves. There was no way you were just gonna take his shit sitting down. “Why do you,” you stood up, chair rocking back from the velocity of your limbs, “have to be,” you turned around and gripped his collar with both hands, “such an insufferable asshole?” 

He was dumbfounded, wordless much to your satisfaction, but his eyes were unwavering, devoid of reaction. The time you spent stabbing each other with your unfaltering gazes felt like a goddamn eternity, tension coarse, sinfully tangible on your skin. 

It was fucking stifling. 

Before you even realized what was happening, your lips were latched together in a fervent frenzy, tension thickening for an entirely different reason now. 

There was something so breathtaking about the way his lips tightened against yours - literally. It felt like he was siphoning your soul from your body - any thought that dared to grace your mind oddly dissolved into nothingness as Hyunjin molded your lips into submission, tongue colonizing your oral cavity in an authoritative manner that was so in character for him. 

Not that you gave a fuck. 

His hands aggressively tugged at your waist; the impact of your body crashing onto his sent pangs up your spine, and in seconds, your back thudded against the wall, maintaining the momentum. You had to grip his shoulders purely for support, and definitely not because you were immersing in the moment.

You felt his grip loosen as his hands roamed downward, playfully drawing patterns on your skin with his fingers en route. And then they constricted around your thighs, lifting them up to his hips, and you hooked your ankles around his back as if it was the natural thing to do. 

The fabric of his pants became taut around the building frustration underneath, becoming oh so apparent to you when he started steady grinding against the thin fabric of your underwear - why did you have to wear a skirt today of all days?

You passed a reluctant whimper through his lips, wholly unable to deny the way your pulsing desire radiated heat through your core at the increasing friction. 

You broke away from the kiss, gasping. “Hyunjin…” you whispered almost breathlessly, desperation filling you as he continued his tantalizing test of your patience. 

“Hmmm?” There it was: that signature smug grin, but by this point, your senses were too preoccupied to even register it. 

“I can’t take this anymore.”

“Is that so?” He lifted you off the wall, pushing your laptops to either side so he could lay you on the table, spreading your legs to give him clear sight of your dampening sex. He snickered. “You look much better like this…” While ghosting one hand around your inner thighs, conveniently avoiding the place you needed him the most, he undid the button and zipper of his jeans with the other, sliding them down to his knees. 

You found yourself licking your lips at the silhouette of his bulge, now more prominent with less restricting fabric. Of course, he noticed; “so these are you true colors… I never would’ve thought you were such a dirty girl.” He brushed his fingers over the waistband of your underwear. “Where do you need me?” He pressed his thumb on your clit, “here?” 

Your teeth pressed down on your lips in an effort to stifle a moan. “Yes…” and even though you were successful the first time, there was no stopping the sounds from seeping through your lips when Hyunjin slammed his clothed erection on you once more, picking up exactly where he left off just moments ago. 

“Please, Hyunjin…” he pushed your thighs further apart, keeping them in place. 

“‘Please,’ what?” 

“I need you inside me, please.” 

His sinister laugh filled the small room. “I don’t know if you deserve it.” 

“Fucking asswipe.” 

“Now that doesn’t sound very convincing…” 

You groaned in pleasurable displeasure. “Hyunjin… please, I’m begging you. I really can’t take this.” 

“Don’t you care if someone tries to come in?” He raised an eyebrow, partially in curiosity, mostly in amusement. 

You glared right into his eyes. “No.” 

He shook his head, clicking his tongue as he stood back. “Get up.” Any urge you had to defy him before was long gone; you did as he asked and he harshly turned you around by your waist, pushing you toward one of the windows. 

While pushing you down against the glass with one hand, he reached in his front pocket with the other, grabbing a condom. He ripped the packaging with his teeth, skillfully sliding his boxers down to slip the vinyl over him. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, you aided him by pulling your panty down leaving yourself completely exposed for his taking, and you quickly pushed your hands on the glass, bracing yourself for the next few seconds, but nothing could’ve prepared you for that stretch that came. Your wrist slid down on the window pane to bite back a scream. 

“So tight.” 

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A/N I’mma be honest: I had a fucking field day coming up with all those weird insults

[thebladeblaster]

Digimon: Tamer ZERO

Concept Chapter The Digimon Phenomenon part 2

“Shin gave it to him about two weeks ago when he helped him and you know I can’t imagine someone like Aichi just letting a poor defenseless Digimon uncared for.”, Miwa explained.

“Yeah, I can definitely imagine that. Knowing him that Digimon is probably drowning in affection.”, Izaki replied with a chuckle.

“Knowing him he probably has a ultimate already!”, Morikawa said angrily.

“That’s probably true Aichi does tend to learn rather quickly. So, how about it wanna pick one up to battle Aichi, Kai?”, Miwa said.

“Hmph...”, was Kai’s only response.

“That’s probably a yes and you know it would be interesting to see you two have a different kind of battle.”, Miwa replied.

“Okay! I’m gonna find Aichi and crush him!”, Morikawa decided raising his fists.

“Well, you gonna find him first. He’s been pretty aloof lately maybe Kai’s finally rubbing off on him.”, Izaki replied.

“I think he’s still a bit moody after everything. That’s probably why Shin gave him the Digimon. Misaki is the others are giving him some space for a bit.”, Miwa said as Kai looked over to him again.

“Yeah, he was pretty sad about Kourin...”, Izaki replied.

“Oh my dear Kourin! If only I knew where she was then I could reignite her memories!”, Morikawa shouted.

“Maybe, we can try holding a big surprise party cheer him up?”, Miwa suggested.

“With cake!”, Morikawa said.

“All parties have cakes.”, Izaki replied sweat dropping.

In the digital world...

“Not this again!!!Ah!!!”, two Digimon screamed as the ran from fire being shot at them.

They were both small. The shorter one was white and wore a pink strap. The taller one was yellow it had two rabbit-like ears and closed eyes. It wore red pants.

They were running from a red dragon-like Digimon. It had a metal helmet and claws along with a serpent like tail with no legs. It had two massive purple wings and purple hair on its head and along its back.

They panicked more as the Digimon also shot missiles at them.

Eventually the two Digimon were cornered as the dragon Digimon breathed fire enveloping the two.

“That’s what happens to those who don’t submit to the demon lords!”, the dragon Digimon said.

It’s golden eyes widened as in the flames it saw a silhouette of a bigger humanoid Digimon with horns, wings, and glowing red eyes. It stumbled back as the fire dissipated revealing a Digimon clad in white dragon-like armor. It had light purple skin and demonic wings. It had bits on gold on its armor and red orbs on the palm of its claw-like hands. It’s red eyes were on the dragon Digimon striking fear into it. The two Digimon from before were behind it cowering.

“I-Is that Dynasmon!? I thought he was dead!”, the white Digimon questioned frightened.

“Well, the didn’t Seraphimon, Ophanimon, and Cherubimon reboot the digital world?”, the yellow Digimon questioned.

“Ah! That’s right!”, the white Digimon replied.

“D-Dynasmon!? W-wait I serve the demon lords we’re on the same side!”, the dragon said shakily.

“Me on the same side as a quivering weakling like you? Don’t make me laugh! Dragon‘s Roar!”, Dynasmon replied as if raised its hand and shot a beam of energy at the dragon Digimon killing it instantly causing it to dissolve into data.

“We’ve gotta hide or he’s gonna kill us.”, the white Digimon whispered.

“I’m not interested in weak Digimon like you two. Maybe if you guys had the kid who could transform into Emperor Greymon. He’s not here is he?”, Dynasmon said as he looked at the quivering Digimon.

“N-No! He’s been gone for years!”, the white Digimon replied.

“Then, I have no interest in you two.”, Dynasmon said as he flew off.

The two Digimon sighed in relief as the mega level Digimon flew off.

In the human world...

The teens from before were now sitting inside Card Capital. They looked over to see countless kids battling in various games the ones that seemed the most prevalent were Cardfight Vanguard and Digimon. Misaki was behind the counter reading a book as usual. When the teens first walked in she peered up for a moment expectantly before going back to reading her book.

Kai looked down at the red V pet on the table intensely.

“Good thing it can’t see you or that poor Digimon would be petrified.”, Izaki said with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you finally came around to playing Digimon, Kai. And all it took was mentioning your rival.”, Miwa said coyly.

“Hmph...it’s a new challenge.”, Kai replied.

“I’m not surprised Kai is going for a dragon especially one of the hardest ones to get.”, Izaki said.

“Well, you know Kai loves his dragons. He probably chose that one because it reminded him of Dragonic Overlord.”, Miwa replied.

“Speaking of what kind of Digimon does Aichi have?”, Izaki asked as Kai turned his attention to Miwa as well.

“Well, I know which Digimon he’s going for. I don’t know if he has it yet or anything or even what stage it’s at.”, Miwa replied.

“What did he choose?”, Izaki asked.

“Well, let’s just say much like Kai over there he chose one that reminded him of his avatar.”, Miwa answered coyly.

“Something like Blaster Blade huh? It’s probably some knight digimon though there’s a lot of those...”, Izaki replied.

“Well, that at least narrows things down.”, Miwa replied.

“Wait! You don’t think he’s The Blaster is he? Now, that I think about it The Blaster sounds a lot like Blaster Blade. Not to mention their partner is apparently Knightmon.”, Izaki questioned.

“Maybe? Who knows.”, Miwa said cryptically.

“It’s The Blaster!”, Morikawa shouted as he pointed to his V pet and they saw a battle was about to start.

The other three looked at the V pet it said Great Ninja Master vs The Blaster.

“You called yourself Great Ninja Master?”, Izaki questioned sweat dropping.

The device then showed the players Digimon. Morikawa’s Sukamon and The Blaster’s...Dynasmon.

“Oh, crap The Blaster’s Digimon has become a mega!?”, Izaki gasped.

“This is gonna be a murder stomp...”, Miwa commented sweat dropping.

In the digital world...

“Really, a Sukamon the other tamers besides my master are really pathetic.”, Dynasmon said snickering.

Sukamon was a Digimon that was yellow poop. It had cartoonish teen and skinny arms. It had red eyes and a big tongue.

“Who the heck are you shiny dude?”, Sukamon questioned as Dynasmon growled in disgust at it.

In the human world...

“It’s party time! Get that jerk Sukamon!”, Morikawa ordered as he pushed the buttons quickly.

Sukamon threw its poop at Dynasmon who effortlessly dodged.

“I think your a bit outmatched here dude.”, Izaki said sweating nervously.

In the digital world...

“How unfortunate these online battles as they are called don’t allow me to kill the other Digimon.”, Dynasmon complained as he simply raised up his hand and shot a beam of energy not even bothering to call out the attack name.

In the real world...

Sukamon hit the ground defeated as its hp bar hit zero and it fainted.

“One hit kill oof...You wanna take a crack at him next Izaki?”, Miwa said chuckling.

“No way, he’d obliterate me.”, Izaki refused as he raised his hands and shook his head.

“He’s still on let’s see how strong a mega Digimon is.”, Miwa said as he challenged The Blaster.

Kai looked over Miwa’s shoulder as the battle started.

In the digital world...

“This is a bit better...Hopefully you’ll be a bit more fun.”, Dynasmon said as he turned to Groundramon.

Groundramon was a green dragon Digimon with four legs and two arms where it’s wings would normally be. It’s tail was tipped with a spiked ball and it had a row of red spikes along its back. Groundramon tensed as it eyed the mega level Digimon.

“I don’t care if your mega! I’m gotta demolish you!”, Groundramon growled entering a fighting stance before charging at Dynasmon.

Dynasmon raised its fists as Groundramon swung its spiked tail.

“Megaton Hammer Crush!”, Groundramon called out.

It’s attack caused a dust cloud as it grinned cockily. It suddenly flinched as it felt it’s tail be grabbed. The dust dispersed to reveal Dynasmon holding its tail. It sweated nervously as Dynasmon swung it around by its tail as if it was weightless. It ended up crashing into some trees as it was swung before it was was thrown at a mountain.

In the human world...

“Oh, crap this guy means business!”, Miwa gasped as he hastily clicked the buttons.

Groundramon’s massive back hands outstretched out grabbing onto some trees, cushioning and stopping itself right before hitting the mountain.

“Woah! That was awesome Miwa!”, Izaki said as they noticed some kids crowding around.

“Your the guy fighting The Blaster?!”, one questioned.

“Yeah, this guy’s tough if I wasn’t careful he would instantly knocked out my Digimon. Though he has made it disoriented which isn’t good.”, Miwa replied.

“Avenge Sukamon, Miwa!”, Morikawa called out.

In the digital world...

Groundramon stumbled a bit as it tried to regain its bearings.

“Oh, so you will make this fun?”, Dynasmon questioned.

Groundramon growled angrily as it dug it’s way into the dirt. Dynasmon looked around for where Groundramon would strike. It stumbled a bit as fissures started forming in the ground.

“So, that’s your plan...”, Dynasmon said as it flew up.

In the human world...

“Dang it! Giga Crack missed! Though he is distracted!”, Miwa said as Morikawa, Izaki, and the kids cheered him on.

In the digital world...

Groundramon came up from behind Dynasmon and pinned it in its claws on its back trying to crush him.

“Scrap Claw! Get it because you’ll soon be scrap!”, Groundramon said.

Groundramon suddenly heard laughter as it noticed that Dynasmon’s health had barely dropped.

“Now way that impossible no Digimon could possibly survive my Scrap Claw?!”, Groundramon gasped as it squeezed tighter.

“Nice trick.”, Dynasmon said as it grabbed Groundramon arms and pried itself free.

Groundramon paled as Dynasmon looked back at him.

“However your tricks won’t work on me.”, Dynasmon said as it threw off Groundramon’s arms punched it hard sending it crashing down.

In the human world...

“Woah, it dealt that much damage from just a normal blow!? It took out over half Groundramon’s health!”, Izaki gasped.

“Mega Digimon really are strong! I can’t wait till Groundramon becomes a mega!”, Miwa said as he sweated nervously.

“How can he deal that much damage with a normal attack he must be cheating!”, Morikawa growled.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch it off guard again. Which along with its flight makes Giga Crack useless. Scrap Claw barley did anything and he caught Megaton Hammer Cush.”, Miwa thought.

In the digital world...

Dynasmon hovered over where Groundramon crashed.

“Aren’t you going to get up? I held back so that attack didn’t instantly wipe you out.”, Dynasmon asked.

Groundramon struggled up glaring at Dynasmon.

“What the heck is with that freak?! He’s a data type I should have the advantage even if he is mega!”, Groundramon thought.

“Do you intend to continue fighting?”, Dynasmon asked as Groundramon growled.

“I’ll get you!”, Groundramon roared as it charged Dynasmon swinging its tail and claws at him.

“Hmm...my new master really is such a softy they want me to end this already. Though, I will admit your struggle does look quite pathetic so I understand putting you out of your misery. My master desires it so it shall be so!”, Dynasmon said as it then held out its hand in front of Groundramon.

“What the heck are you blabbing about your stupid shiny jerk!”, Groundramon yelled.

“You should be honored to receive this mercy from my master! Dragon’s Roar!”, Dynasmon called out as a beam of light hit Groundramon.

In the human world...

“Looks like I lost.”, Miwa slumped seeing Groundramon’s hp hit zero.

The kids walked off afterwards.

“Seriously, to think The Blaster has a mega maybe he will become number 1.”, Izaki said.

“Looks like that match has Kai fired up.”, Miwa said as he looked at Kai clicking his V pet with a a intense look which was kinda menacing.

Izaki sweat dropped as he looked towards Kai imagining a fiery aura around the brunette.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be left in the dust. It’s time to train Tyrannomon!”, Izaki said.

“That Dynasmon really had quite the attitude...”, Morikawa grumbled.

“To be fair you can give your Digimon commands in battle but you can’t control what they say.”, Miwa replied.

Misaki lowered her book for a second as she heard their conversation.

[rose-sunlight]

‘Till Death Do Us Part

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Major Character Death (Uncertain Ending)

Summary: Spencer has three minutes to say everything he wants to to his fiancé, Y/n.

A/n: I’ve been doing way to much fluffiness at the moment, so here’s a huge load of angst, including an uncertain ending.

(GIF not mine, credit to original owner)

How much can change in three minutes? That’s what you have to ask yourself. In three minutes, you can learn anything that could change the course of your life. You could be fired, learn you’re going to become a parent, or that you’ve lost a parent. Three minutes, that’s all you have, to say everything you want to say.

Spencer knew that he only had three minutes left to live.

He had ran possibilities such as this through his heads when he was bored; what would he do, would he have a well thought out and emotional goodbye?

He had been attacked so many times, the possibility of being immortal sometimes sarcastically slipped into his train of thought, often when he was being checked over in the emergency room a day after the injury. His fiancé, Y/n, often said that she knew the emergency room staff by name at this point.

He had proposed a few weeks back, and on that day, he promised whole-heartedly to always be by her side, to support her in everything she did, and to make sure that they never went to bed angry at each other. She had cried so much that Spencer was actually worried he’d said something wrong, and sent him into an apologetic panic.

He thought back to Y/n, and how he only had three minutes left with her; all she was doing was pressing down on his wound and not making eye contact.

The team had located the house that this man, George Winters, was keeping his victims. He says team, but what he really meant was himself and Y/n, who had spent days pouring over the facts. She was the one to make the connection between the different types of soil and cross-reference it to the soil in the area. It wasn’t bad for the youngest member of the BAU, and they were off as soon as the information was relayed to Garcia.

Their team, led by Rossi, had come up with a solid plan for getting into the derelict house, where the unsub, George Winters, was supposedly holding the final victim, taken only a few hours ago.

George Winter wasn’t supposed to have any guns; he’d never used a gun before, and hadn’t even bought one before, according to Garcia. His killing style was to murder the men with blunt kitchen knives, something that made their deaths long and drawn out. It wasn’t as quick and painless as, say, a gun shooting through an artery.

Everyone trailed into the unsub’s rub-down hideout, guns raised across their flashlights. Spencer went in first, followed by Y/n, who had lowered her gun as the corridor narrowed. There were noises coming from the room directly ahead, and Spencer had looked back for reassurance.

Their victim was through there, and he was screaming through a gag. Spencer had seen people like this before, their cries for help often haunted him in the night.

“Reid, kick the door down.” Morgan instructed, but Spencer raised a hand, touching the doorknob, jiggling it slightly. The door was open.

He relayed this information to everyone else, looking back at the team, all equipped in their bulletproof vests. “It’s open.” He told them, and JJ waved for him to continue, opening the door, and raising his gun.

The victim was bound and gagged against a chair, behind them sat a sniper set on some kind of timer. His eyes widened as Reid stepped through the door, thrashing violently as someone from behind him screamed in shock. Reid didn’t process it for a second; the sniper had gone off, he knew that—and when he touched his clothes, he noted the copious amount of vermillion blood pouring from just above his FBI vest. It had missed the vest by an inch, and the bullet had ripped somewhere near his brachial plexus.

He had three minutes before he closed his eyes and never woke up.

The victim was freed and led out of the house quickly, JJ called for an ambulance while Y/n stood there, paralysed, as Reid gave a helpless look before collapsing. She suddenly rushed forward, bringing him into her lap swiftly as he gasped in deep breaths through the pain.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Y/n kept mumbling, before looking up to Prentiss, who had fallen down next to spencer as well “Emily, I need…uh, something to stop the bleeding,”

Emily nodded, fumbling around in her pockets “Uh, I-I don’t know.”

“Anything! Your shirt sleeve, rip it off,” Y/n instructed, and Prentiss did as she was instructed, handing her shirt sleeve over to Y/n, who had rubbed her face to stop from crying, and had found her hand soaked red. She pressed down on Spencer’s wound, and Spencer placed his hand over hers.

“Okay, what can we do?” JJ asked, wiping a few stray tears from her face.

Y/n paused, truthfully, she didn’t know what to do, so when Morgan came back into the room after leading the Unsub out in handcuffs, she was glad that he took action “You gotta keep the casualty talking, y’know, ask him questions.” Y/n couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes and speak to him.

Spencer knew he only had less than three minutes to speak his last words to her, and he wanted them to be good. He didn’t want her to spend their last moments together fighting to keep him alive.

Spencer fought himself to speak, “Hey, hey, Y/n…” She kept working on applying pressure “Y/n, look at me,” He ordered, and she begrudgingly obliged, pursing her lips together while her eyes shimmered with tears. Spencer gave a weak smile, moving his hand to clasp her face, “It’s ok. Garcia,” He spoke into his comm “do you…ugh, do you still have that message…for my mom?”

Garcia’s voice came through clear on their comm devices “Y-yeah, yeah, I do. But you won’t need it, you hear me?”

Spencer gave a short laboured laugh “I have two minutes before I go unconscious, the average ambulance time in Oregon is 7.33 minutes. That will be one minute too late. They may be able to resuscitate me, but I may not make it to the hospital, so…I want to…to let you all know…”

Y/n squeezed his hand harshly, tears spilling from her face “Don’t do that!” She cried “We promised each other, right? On that day, that day where you told me you wanted to get married one day, you said you’d always be here with me, well, this isn’t being here with me, Spence, this is the opposite!” She was giving off ugly sobs now.

“Hey, it’s alright. Look, I’ve got to say something, and I have to say it quick, because otherwise…otherwise I’ll never say it.” He gagged on blood, coughing before loudly wheezing.

“Spencer…Spence, wait until you’re better, okay? This…this is fixable.”

“No, no, listen to me, Y/n. I, Spencer Reid, take you, Y/n L/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold this day…this day, ugh, forward,” He clutched onto her hand as he struggled to continue. This must’ve been devastating to watch; two lovers about to be ripped away from each other. There was a silence, where for a second, everyone thought the worse had happened, and he was gone. Y/n let out another loud sob, shaking him slightly.

“No…ok, for better or for worse, for richer….for, for poorer” Y/n continued for him, but he let out another loud and drawn out gasp. He knew he couldn’t go yet, and so he fought to keep his eyes open.

“In sickness and…in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward…’till,” Spencer was crying now too. He didn’t want to leave this “’till death do us part.”

Y/n nodded, pushing a few of his unruly curls out of his eyes “’til death do us part. But that’s not today, you hear me?” She said, pressing a kiss to his lips, as if that would entice him to stay. It didn’t, he used his last part of energy to kiss her back.

He stayed silent “Reid?” She cried out, his eyes remaining open as the EMT’s made their way through, “Spencer?” She couldn’t help but weep, watching as the EMT’s took over and began to start the process of taking him away to the hospital. She tried to intervene, to keep holding onto him, but Morgan tore her away.

Just like that, her heart was pulled in two, one with her, and the other, possibly gone forever.

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[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause-Ch 19

A/N: The NSFW document has been updated to include this chapter.

After the events in Delaware, Maggie went back to work at the newspaper. Jo was still miffed that Maggie was now dating Dean and had practically cut all ties with her co-worker and former friend. 

The rest of the staff were still as warm and welcoming as before though, and so life went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be when you are exclusively dating an up and coming rockstar. 

Maggie had to get used to media speculations on who the mystery woman was that had tamed the lead singer, seeing as there were no more obnoxious stories coming from the band's late-night shenanigans. TMZ had snapped a picture of her and Dean at the airport but thankfully, her face had been obstructed so it was still a bit of a puzzle for those who didn't know.  

Monday morning came and Maggie arrived at her work cubicle to find a note to report to Mr. Singer's office immediately. She put her bag and personal items in her desk and made her way to the oak door with his name splashed across it. As soon as she knocked, she heard a gruff "Come in" and anxiously turned the knob.

Taking a deep breath, Maggie walked into the editor's office. She knew she had been lax on her last couple of stories, not going into many details about the performance or the production of the shows. She had mostly just written her personal opinion for each piece and went on her way, in favor of submitting something just to get back to Dean. She feared that her lack of effort was going to ultimately cost her the job. 

Mr. Singer's office was what Maggie would call collective chaos. Papers littered every surface of the room, scattered among empty takeout boxes and bottles of water. She didn't know how the man kept any semblance of order, let alone publish the weekly editions of Ft. Garrison News. 

She cleared her throat and spoke to the man behind the equally cluttered desk. "You wanted to see me?"

"Huh?" Mr. Singer grunted then looked up from his computer. "Oh yes. Ms. Fitzgerald. Yes,  we need to discuss a few things.

"I'm sorry, babe. I can't," Maggie expresses through the phone. "I can't afford to lose this job, you know that."

"I know,' Dean responds with a defeated sigh. "Not going to be the same without you,  though. You’re what I look forward to now. My performances are going to suck!" Dean knew he was sounding like a whining kid but it was true, he always seemed to execute better shows knowing she was in the back waiting for him- she was his muse, his dream. But he also knew that her career was just as important so he sucked it up and relented. "Can I at least call you after the shows?"

"I'd be upset if you didn't," Maggie tells him. "No matter how late it is, I expect you to call me and tell me all about it."

"What if I'm in need?" Dean asks playfully, already resigned to the fact that for at least his next two gigs Maggie wouldn't be there. "Can we have phone sex?"

Laughing at the request, Maggie replies. "I'll do one even better. We can Skype sex."

"Woman, you’re going to kill me," Dean wails through the earpiece.

Without looking at the ringing device, Maggie grabs her phone as she logs out for the day and grabs her bag from her desk.

"Maggie Fitzgerald speaking."

"So, Dean says you're stuck with work for the next two shows?" Maggie smiles as she recognizes Rayne voice. 

After the events of that night in Milton, Rayne and Maggie had become best friends, calling and texting each other constantly. The fact that they had become more intimate than usual best friends wasn't even an afterthought. It was as if it were totally normal for friends to eat each other out and fuck their respective boyfriends’ side by side. 

"Yea, well, when the bossman practically tells you to shape up or ship out, you kinda gotta shape up if you want to keep your job."

"That sucks," Rayne says and Maggie can visualize the pout on her friend's face. "I'm not going to have anyone to talk to."

"Oh, I'm sure you can find someone to talk to. Backstage is usually full of eager people," Maggie chuckled. Her amusement died out as a thought came to mind but she shook it off. "You could always chat up Crowley." The smile on her face returned as she heard her friend scoff through the device.

"Yeah right. That man is as entertaining as a hermit crab," Rayne said. "I'm sure we can find plenty of stuff in common."

Maggie and Rayne continued to discuss the reason Maggie was missing the next two shows as Maggie drove home.

That night, Maggie laid in bed. She knew Dean was up on that stage, rocking and singing, dancing, and making all the ladies in the place swoon. Her earlier conversation with Rayne came back to mind; specifically about the eager people who would be backstage to party and celebrate with the band. All the women that would be willing to praise and applaud them, especially Dean. He was the frontman, the one everyone seemed to swoon about. 

Maggie hated to admit it but she was fearful that without her presence, Dean would resume his old persona. The persona where he would pick a woman out of the crowd and enjoy her company, with or without the others. Would he overlook the fact that they were in a relationship in lieu of some random pussy? Would he realize that he was actually missing out on the indulgence of a random fuck? Is he buried deep inside someone who wasn't her at this very moment? Maggie fell asleep waiting for a phone call that may or may not come. 

Maggie's heart broke as she walked into the room to see Dean laying on his back with a blonde bouncing on his cock. His hands were gripping her hips so tight, Maggie was sure the girl would be sporting bruises in the shape of his fingers for days. He had his head thrown back,  eyes closed and his mouth hung open, grunts and groan passing through his pink lips.

"Fuck, Suze! You ride my dick so good," Dean pants out and Maggie can feel the tears swell and overflow her eyes, running down her face. How could he do this to her? How could he just shrug what they had off so easily? Maggie watched as Dean began thrusting up into 'Susie' and her head started ringing. And continued to ring. Squeezing her eyes shut to get the image of her boyfriend screwing some stranger out of her head and to try to stop the ringing, Maggie opened her eyes slowly when there was only the ringing left in her head. No moans and mewls in a feminine voice,  no grunts and groans from Dean; just a constant ringing. 

She was dazed for a moment as she took in the sight of the ceiling tiles above her, her bedroom ceiling tiles. She was in bed crying into her pillow over Dean sleeping with someone else. The ringing stopped only to start again and Maggie realized it was her phone making the sound. It had all been a dream!

Wiping away the tears and clearing her throat, she hoped her voice didn't give away the fact that she'd been crying. "Hey, babe," she answers after seeing Dean's name on the screen.

"Hello, gorgeous," Dean's voice croons through the phone, the smile evident. "Did I wake you?"

"No," Maggie lies. "No, I was just uh, editing my story for the high school theater program I had to cover. How was the concert?"

"Eh, it was okay. I missed seeing you in the crowd. I miss you, baby," Dean says with a sigh of longing. "Can I see you? You up for a Skype call?"

Maggie chewed on her lip at his request. She knew as soon as he saw her face, he'd know she had lied about being awake. He would see that she'd been crying and then she would have to voice her doubts and fears. 

"Um, just let me go to the bathroom real quick and then I'll Skype you, okay?"

"Make it quick, sweetheart," Dean laughs. "There is someone here that's really missing you."

Maggie hangs up and rushes to the bathroom to wash the evidence of her tears off her face, wondering who he could be talking about. Was he with Sam and Rayne? 

Opening her laptop, Maggie sat with her legs crisscrossed on the bed. She opened the Skype app and scrolled down to click on Dean's handle. She watches as the call connects and Dean's handsome face fills the window, a wide smile making itself known. "There's my beautiful girlfriend!"

Maggie blushes, she will never get used to being called beautiful by the sexiest man on the planet. 

"Hi," she answers with an equally wide smile. "So are you alone?" she asks as she takes in his bare shoulders and chest. Why was he shirtless if he was hanging out with his brother and her best friend?

"Yep. All alone," he confirms. "Came straight back to the room after the concert."

"If you're alone, who were you talking about missing me?"

Dean gets a wicked gleam in his eyes and answers, "Little Dean misses you." 

Maggie laughs as she watches him change the viewfinder on the phone to the camera on the back. His arousal is evident under the blanket. His hand comes into view and she gazes at her screen while he palms his erection and wraps a hand around his covered length. "There isn't anything little about him," she states.

Dean comes back on the screen and he has a smirk on his face. He knows he’s well-endowed and he knows what it does to her.

"Baby, I'm so fucking horny," he whines through the computer speakers. "I need a release. Will you help me?"

Maggie pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it. "And just how do you suppose I do that?" she teases.

"Show me that pretty little pussy, baby. Let me rub one out while watching you do the same."

Quickly undressing and positioning the computer between her legs, Maggie gets comfortable. "How's that?" she asks, making sure not to glance at the smaller window on her screen; concentrating on the view of Dean's hand rubbing up and down his cock.  

"Fuck, baby. That pussy looks so delicious. Touch your clit.  Rub circles on it, make it throb for me." Maggie grants his request, touching her sensitive button and shivering at the sensation. She could feel her wetness increasing and her walls flutter around nothing. Dean's groans through the speakers bring her attention back to him.

She can tell he lubed up his hand with saliva before beginning to thrust his hips into his hold. Watching him jerk off causes Maggie to need more, to need to be filled so she withdraws from her clit and reaches lower, teasing her entrance with her fingertips. "Goddamn. That is sexy as fuck. Finger yourself, baby. Slide those fingers into that hot pussy, Mags. Get yourself off with your hand."

Maggie pushes her fingers into her body and immediately feels the coil in her abdomen tightening. She begins fucking herself with her fingers at the same pace Dean's hand moves along his hardened dick. 

"Fuck I miss feeling that tight cunt squeezing me," Dean pants out. "Tell me, baby, are you gonna cum? Is that pussy clamping down on your fingers yet?" 

"Uh-huh," is all Maggie can utter. She is so close to an orgasm. It's been a while since she's done this but the sound of Dean's voice and what he is saying brings her to her end quickly.

"Cum with me, Mags," Dean says and she obeys, soaking her fingers and palms as she sees him shoot his load, a gob of his release hitting the screen. "Oops." Dean chuckles. "Will definitely need to clean that off before I use my phone again."

Maggie laughs with him, removing her hand from between her legs and wiping her juices off with a towel.

"Well that was fun, but my god Mags, I miss you so fucking much!" Dean says after they have both cleaned up and are dressed again, enjoying the afterglow of a good orgasm.

"I miss you too, Dean," Maggie admits, feeling the ache deep in her chest. She knew now that she loves and is in love with Dean but prior experiences have her frightened to admit it out loud. Love hadn't worked out for her in the past.

When they both begin to yawn, they decide to hang up and get some rest. As they say their goodbyes,  Dean utters something that sends Maggie reeling. 

"I love you, baby," Dean sleepily declares as he ends the call, leaving Maggie to stare at the now darkened screen. 'Did he?' she thinks. 'Did he just say he loves me?'

Maggie is in the audience of the local community theatre observing the cast as they act out a scene from Shakespeare’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’ when her phone vibrates in her pocket, notifying her that someone had sent her a message. She quickly checks the device to see that Rayne has sent her a video. Knowing she can’t watch it at that time, Maggie slips the phone back into her pocket and continues watching as Tranio and Lucentio discuss how Lucentio can win Elena’s heart before Grumio returns with detailed stories of what happened at the wedding of Kate and Petruchio.

By the time the curtain drops at the end of the 5th and final act, Maggie is anxious to get out of the theatre so that she can see what Rayne had sent her. As soon as she gets into her car and is settled, she pulls her phone out and opens the message. The video begins playing and Maggie sees it is the backstage room that she and Rayne usually hang out in while the guys are on stage. It’s obvious by the lack of people in the room that Rayne is alone. Maggie watches as the camera pans around the room, She sees Meg and Cas in a discussion with a group of people, Benny standing to the side talking to the stage crew. She briefly speculates where Dean is but before that thought can get out of control, Maggie sees Rayne’s pretty face fills the screen. She turns the volume up to hear what her friend is saying.

“...the concert was good. Everyone enjoyed themselves but the after-party is a little quiet.” Rayne laughs and smiles up at who Maggie suspects is Sam. “I’m getting there, honey,” she says and then directs her attention back to the camera. “So I just wanted to let you know. Everything is good and you don’t have to worry about your man because well…” she turns the camera once again and Maggie sees Dean sitting by himself, looking down at his phone. “Let’s just say he’s occupied. And lonely.” Rayne sneaks up behind Dean and Maggie can see what he is looking at. There is a picture of her that he had snapped one day while they were out filling the screen. In the picture, Dean had said something goofy, causing Maggie to laugh and he had taken that opportunity to snap a picture. 

Rayne once again directs the camera toward herself and smiles brightly. “Girl, we all miss you. When are you coming back? Love you!” Rayne blows a kiss at the screen before ending the video.

Maggie feels the tears well up in her eyes, knowing that Dean has apparently changed his philandering ways and instead was staring at her picture is just, so sincere. And after what he had said the last time they talked, it made Maggie’s heart beat faster. He did love her! Maggie decided then and there that she wasn’t missing any more concerts, even if she did have to look for another job. She wanted-needed-to be with her man.

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[yourstreetserenade]

So as I mentioned I do have a holiday fic which I’ll be posting in December, until then though I thought I’d share the details on another holiday fic idea I had. I had two ideas and I debated on which story to write and in the end, I decided that the following idea would be more time consuming and I just didn’t have it in me. So the following is my nixed holiday fic idea.

It was a future fic in which Brittana were celebrating their first holiday season as a married couple. The gist of it was this...as a newly married pair Santana would introduce Brittany to a long standing tradition in the Lopez household: Black Friday shopping. 

Santana would explain that she and her mother, Maribel, take their Black Friday shopping very seriously. Every year, no matter what, Santana and Maribel would meticulously map out their plans weeks in advance, scouting ads for the best deals at the best stores. Even though Santana lives in NY with Brittany and there are better shops in the city, it’s a very important mother-daughter tradition that they do their shopping in Lima at the one huge outlet mall. It’s their turf. So Brittana fly back home to enjoy Thanksgiving with both of their families and it’s over dinner that Whitney learns that Brittany is going to join Santana and Maribel for Black Friday shopping. Feeling as if they should include her as well, the Lopez ladies extend an invitation to Whitney. Later that evening, after filling their bellies with food they prepare for retail war.

Whitney and Brittany are a little taken back by how serious Santana and Maribel are about this. They have laminated maps of the mall, food rations in their bags, mace (in case they encounter any unruly shoppers), perhaps Santana even has a set of brass knuckles (which Maribel confiscates from her daughter). Santana and Maribel approach Black Friday with as much intensity and detail as a military maneuver. Whitney and Brittany side eye how ridiculous they are but they overlook it, Brittany loves Santana and Whitney is just jazzed to be included.

So at midnight, Thanksgiving night, the four women set out on their mission and head to the Lima mall. There’s a few very specific deals they have their eyes on but Maribel has her eyes on a very expensive, very rare handbag. I don’t know handbags, it can be whatever. Hermes, Gucci, whatever. The ladies all agree, the fancy handbag is the priority. 

Our characters walk into Lima Mall to utter chaos. Their friends and neighbors have turned savage, Santana and Maribel are nonchalant about this, after all, they’ve done this all their lives. Brittany and Whitney are a little out of their element however, perhaps a little bit overwhelmed and maybe even slightly amused to see the usually calm, professional and articulate Maribel Lopez go absolutely apeshit on someone over an air-fryer. The four ladies navigate the mall without incident and manage to bag some sweet swag. Eventually they take a break, refueling with protein bars between stores, it’s then that Santana and Maribel break it down for the Pierce women. Santana explains that everyone in town - everyone in the mall - knows the Lopez women run that mall each and every Black Friday. The name Lopez strikes fear in most people so for the most part all soccer moms and dads know not to mess with them when they’re after a deal but there’s a couple of families in town that like to play and butt against them in a bid to win more power.

‘’The Cohen-Changs and the Fabrays,’’ Santana identifies the two other mother-daughter pairs she and Maribel have been warring with for decades.

‘’You mean our friends?’’ Brittany would ask. 

To which Santana would reply, ‘’They’re not our friends, at least not on Black Friday.’’

Because what happens in the Lima Mall stays in the Lima Mall and it turns out that outside of Mckinely and outside of the Glee club the Lopez’s, Cohen-Changs and the Fabrays have been in competition to be the best, most badass Black Friday deal shoppers. Years of sabotaging each other, one-upping each other and so on. Brittany laughs, but Santana is straight-faced.

‘’Babe, this isn’t a joke,’’ Santana declares. ‘’Our three families have had bad blood for years, okay? You’re an official Lopez now which means you’re a part of this. This is important information that you need to know. Now I haven’t seen the Fabrays or the Cohen Changs today but that doesn’t mean they’re not here. This handbag is the holy grail - the it item of the season. My moms wants it but word is the department store has a very limited stock. We gotta make sure we get our hands on one before either of those bitch ass families do!’’

Meanwhile! Interspersed with all of the action scenes in the mall there will be a handful of cutaway scenes that take place in the parking lot as Brittany’s dad and Santana’s dad wait for the women in the Pierce family’s old minivan. Lots of silly banter, with Santana’s dad being the serious straight laced one and Pierce being...Pierce. 

The four ladies gear up at the mall, arming themselves with walkies and essentials before storming the department store in question. They wade through the mass of people, elbowing and kicking and screaming and through team work they manage to get their hand on the very last handbag - the handbag of Maribel’s dreams. There’s a moment of celebration between them all until they realize - where’s Brittany?

It seems in the kerfuffle to get their hands on the bag Brittany has vanished, swallowed up into the crowds.

The three women are confused but don’t panic until they hear a message over their walkies. It seems someone has ‘’intercepted’’ Brittany. 

‘’You hand over the bag, we hand over your wife,’’ says the person who has taken Brittany and is using Britt’s walkie to make demands on the Lopez-Pierce women.

Santana doesn’t need to be told who it is, she already knows. ‘’Fabray,’’ Santana seethes.

Insert a FaceTime call. Santana and Quinn glare at each other down via their devices. ‘’What do you want, Quinn?’’

‘’I think I’ve made my demands fairly clear, Santana. I want the bag. The choice is yours, you can either trade the bag for your wife or you can keep the bag and suffer the consequences. Who knows what horrible things will be inflicted upon Brittany in the meantime.’’

‘’Hey, babe,’’ Brittany would greet Santana, pushing up against Quinn in order to be in the video frame. ‘’Quinn just bought me a bunch of churros!’’ 

‘’Brittany, go sit down!’’ Quinn shoves a perfectly safe, perfectly intact Brittany away because obviously this is more of a mind game than a lethal game, but Quinn and Santana are both playing up the intensity for all it’s worth, cause comedy. ‘’As I was saying, Lopez, if you want to see your wife again, you’ll hand over the bag. She’s being held captive at an undisclosed location. You have two hours to make your decision. I’ll contact you again with the location of the trade off, if you dare contact mall security, well...I can’t promise Brittany’s safe return.’’

‘’Quinn, can we go get some Panda Express?’’

‘’Yes, Brittany, we can go get some Panda Express.’’

End call. 

Insert some crazed primal scream from Santana. Because of course! 

Of course Fabray would play it like this. Of course Quinn would be after this hot bag and of course she would play dirty. This was Quinn’s plan all along, Santana concludes, Quinn would let Santana, Maribel, Whitney and Brittany do the dirty work of actually going through the great unwashed crowds, only to ‘kidnap’ Brittany for the trade off. Quinn would get the bag without having to do any of the work. Evil genius! Santana is mildly impressed but she isn’t about to submit. Maribel is worried and Whitney is on edge so Santana takes the lead in this.

‘’Here’s what we’re going to do - we’re going to play along,’’ she tells her mother and mother in law. ‘’We’re going to make Quinn think we’re going to meet for a trade off but it’ll be trap. We’re going to walk away with Brittany and the bag. They’re somewhere in the mall and we just have to find them.’’

Then insert lots of little scenes as the ladies make their way through the mall, perhaps even bumping into other Glee characters (because everyone is home for Thanksgiving and there’s literally nothing else to do in town). Maybe there’s a short montage as they travel from level to level, occasionally stopping to buy and eat a hot cookie as they search for Quinn’s makeshift lair in the mall. 

Eventually all of their running around and clue collecting leads them to believe that Quinn is keeping Brittany in the back stockroom of a Claire’s (which is really sort of a nod to the fact that Claire’s used to sell a lot of silly Glee merch back in the day, like there were Rachel and Quinn themed makeup ‘’palettes’’ lol - also does anyone wish they could go back in time and actually buy all of the dumb Glee merch just to have for shits and giggles and nostaglia, sometimes I do, I remember once going into a Barnes and Noble and seeing a backpack with Finn’s face on it, god, 2009 was a simpler, stupider time and I miss it). Anyway! They make their way to the Claire’s in the mall, bust into the back stock room to find Brittany - again perfectly safe and totally nonchalant. And because they outnumber Quinn they’re able to take back Brittany...briefly.

Once they defeat Quinn (who is left beneath a huge pile of headbands or something) they make their way out back into the main walkway of the mall only to find some giant dance mob demonstration happening with carollers and all kinds of nonsense. It’s there that Brittany gets ‘intercepted’ once again!

They may have just defeated Quinn but they forgot about their other bitter rival: one Tina Cohen Chang. 

‘’I’m gonna kick your sneaky ninja ass when I see you Tina,’’ Santana declares over FaceTime.

Tina isn’t amused. ‘’First of all, racist, second of all, how does it feel to lose your wife not once, but twice, Santana?’’ 

‘’You should know by how I handled Fabray that I don’t negotiate with terrorists, Chang.’’

Thus begins another mission through the mall to find Brittany and again Santana, Whitney and Maribel have to navigate through several stores which have turned into complete war zones. Soccer moms fighting over big screen tvs and people punching each other out over shoes, etc. As they move through stores, kiosks and the food court Santana is in a rage. This wasn’t how their first joint Black Friday as a married couple was supposed to go, she should’ve known once she brought Brittany into the fold others would use her as pawn to gain more power and knock the Lopez family down. Revenge for all those years of the Lopez family tricking, manipulating and fighting dirty on every Black Friday for the past ten years.

Maribel honestly doesn’t care at this point. ‘’Look if they want the bag we can just give them the bag, I’m tired, I just want to get Brittany so we can all go home.’’

But Santana isn’t having it. ‘’No, we’re getting Brittany but we’re not handing over that bag, mom. This mall is our turf - we run it. Retaliation must be swift and brutal. Gangland rules. We figured out where Quinn’s hideout was, we can find Tina’s too and then I’m going to bust a metaphorical cap in her metaphorical ass!’’

After some brief brainstorming Santana decides to make some calls. Insert Face Time with Mercedes, who’s bleary eyed because unlike her idiot friends, she’s at her family home in Lima in bed where all the normal people are Thanksgiving night at 2am.

‘’If Tina were to set up a secret ninja liar in any store at a mall, what store would it be?’’ Santana would ask in greeting.

‘’What the hell are you talking about?’’ Mercedes would scramble to look at the time. ‘’What, it’s 2am, what’s going on - oh wait. Black Friday. Let me guess.’’

‘’Tina has Brittany and she’s holding her hostage somewhere in the mall unless I hand over a Hermes bag!’’

‘’It’s too damn early for any of this nonsense, I’m hanging up.’’

‘’Wait, no, Mercedes, I need your help.’’

‘’Well, junior year whenever Tina and I would hang out at the mall, her favorite store was always Hot Topic.’’

‘’Of course, goth phase era Tina. Why didn’t I think of that?’’

And this of course would be a nod to the Hot Topic tour the cast did when the show first started. They surround the corner Hot Topic to find Tina holding Brittany captive among a bunch of emo shit. Then begins a brief but hilarious tussle between Santana and Tina who is eventually restrained and tied up using like, tattered emo black lace tights.

The gang of ladies walks out of the Hot Topic, again to madness going on all around them within the mall. There’s fist fights, there’s screaming, maybe even a small fire, the residents of Lima have mad this Black Friday and the mall is a warzone. People have gone straight up gorilla and now the mission is to escape the front doors but before they can there’s another interception!

Except this time it’s Maribel and Whitney who are whisked away, vanished into the crazy crowds. Brittany and Santana are confused but once Quinn and Tina join them in their spot, our pair realizes neither Quinn nor Tina are responsible for their moms going MIA. One, they’re standing right in front of them so they couldn’t have and two, they’re not that organized or powerful.

Who could it be this time? And why take their mothers?

The answer comes when they get a FaceTime call from someone from their past. The only person who could and would hire henchmen and go to crazy lengths to get her way. Sue. On screen Sue is sitting in a chair, petting a cat, full villian mode.

‘’Let me guess, you want the handbag?’’ Santana huffs. ‘’Why, it isn’t even your style, what the hell would you want with it?’’

Sue shrugs. ‘’When I travel by plane I tend to get sick in the air and I’d like to use it as my primary vomit bag. If I’m flying first class I’d prefer to vomit in style. I’ve been watching you, your friends and family run around the mall all night, sandbags. Quinn and Tina are amateurs but you know that unlike those two boobs, I can do serious damage if I so chose. So hand over the bag and I’ll hand over your mothers.’’

End call. Brittany and Santana, as well as Tina and Quinn converge to discuss. Yes, Tina and Quinn kidnapped Brittany earlier but those were harmless power plays, but Sue? Who the hell knows what she’s capable of, Quinn reminds them, after all, she almost shot Brittany out a cannon junior year. Sue could ship their moms off to some deserted island or frame them for tax fraud or waterboard them or all kinds of crazy shit.

‘’I’m not handing over this Hermes bag so Sue can puke in it during plane rides,’’ Santana declares.

‘’She has our moms, Santana,’’ Brittany urges.

‘’Look, I got you back twice, didn’t I? I’ll get our moms back.’’

‘’Yeah but what were you up against? Tina? Quinn? No offense, ladies, but you never stood a chance. But Sue? She’s like a legit Disney villian, Santana.’’

Thus begins ANOTHER trek through the mall, this one takes them through employees only section, security camera rooms and air vents. Like all of the action movie tropes, but in this instance played for laughs and all taking place in a shopping mall. Eventually it all leads to a big showdown on the mall rooftop where Sue is leaning into the villian role, even going so far as to tie up Maribel and Whitney to chairs and putting bags over their heads.

‘’Tweedledee, Tweedle fakeboobs, you’ve arrived,’’ Sue greets them.

‘’Here’s the damn bag now let our moms go.’’ Santana tosses the bag in Sue’s direction like this is some kind of mob pay off or drug deal.

Sue inspects the bag and then nudges the moms up and our of their chairs, the moms blindly walk towards their daughters. Lots of hugging and embracing as they work to release Maribel and Whitney of their blindfolds and hand restraints. All the while Sue stands tall, observing the tiny dots of people exiting the building with shopping bags in tow. She has a long and ridiculous spiel about consumerism, american greed, materialism and such. ‘’Look at those unwashed idiots, screaming and trampling and stabbing each other and for what? Big screen TVs and seventy five percent off of mom jeans at Old Navy. Have they no sanctity for the holiday? Then again this holiday is based on a false narrative to erase the very real pillaging and destruction of a native culture so perhaps this…’’ she makes a wave to the barbiac acts and people below them. ‘’...is very much in line with what the holiday represents. Either way, I’m off to spend the next two weeks on my private island so I have a plane to catch and a bag to vomit into. Always a pleasure, Lopez, Pierce.’’

And with that Sue zooms off - taken away by some helicopter that swoops in and scoops her up and all of them are like ‘what the hell’ cause where the hell did the helicopter come from. It’s no matter because they start their way back down off the roof and into the mall. Their all a little worse for wear, some have limps or bruises or small injuries from the evening’s events but they all survived Black Friday at least. Wearily they go down and collect their belongings from where they had hidden/stored them earlier before all the action went down and slowly they FINALLY make their way out of the mall after several hours inside.

The four women enter the Pierce minivan, injured and disheveled. Santana’s father and Brittany’s father jointly turn in their seats.

‘’You girls have fun with your shopping? You get any good deals?’’ Pierce Pierce asks.

‘’I think my ear is broken. Can ears be broken? I got punched in the ear earlier and it feels broken to me,’’ Santana states dryly and to no one in particular.

‘’Honey,’’ Maribel sighs to her husband in the driver’s seat. ‘’Just get us home.’’

Cut to later that night (or technically it’d be the wee hours of the morning, since they start Black Friday shopping at midnight, so when they arrive home it’d be 3 or 4am). Whitney and Pierce have retired to their home. Maribel and Santana’s father have gone to bed as well. Santana and Brittany are in Santana’s old bedroom. Brittany has stitched Santana’s little scraps and bruises up as they prepare for bed.

‘’I’m sorry we all got kidnapped so much tonight,’’ Brittany says.

‘’Babe, it’s not your fault.’’

‘’I know but I feel like me being there got in the way of you and your mom doing your thing, you know?’’

‘’I mean, Black Friday shopping has been a mother-daughter tradition for us since forever, but you’re my family, Britt, that means you’re a part of all the traditions now too, if you want to take part. Although I’m guessing after tonight you’ll never want to go Black Friday shopping with us again.’’

‘’What, are you kidding? If you ask me tonight was a blast! I mean yeah I was a little worried when Sue took our moms for a second but it was also kind of cool, the four of us being a family and doing family things. Like battling the crowds and all of the insanity was a lot but it was also kind of fun. Plus, it was super hot how you got all take chargey and came to rescue me.’’

‘’Hot huh?’’

‘’Totally hot. All that smoldering and chest-heaving…’’ Brittany makes a show of fanning her face.

Santana does her bashful thing but relishes the attention and the kisses and affection Brittany lays on her.

‘’But it also meant a lot to see that you would go to the end of the earth for each of us, all of us and that’s really what this season is all about,’’ Brittany continues, hugging and smooching on Santana. ‘’Family.’’

Cut to a month later. Thanksgiving and Black Friday have passed. Brittany and Santana are once again back in Lima with their families to celebrate Christmas. Everyone is happy and enjoying themselves but Santana’s a little sad she couldn’t give her mother the beautiful rare handbag she had wanted. Maribel waves her daughter off, yes they lost the bag but it doesn’t matter. They still have their tradition and their bond, and now they get to share the experience every single year with Brittany and Whitney now too.

‘’As wild as it was that night, it’s also felt like an adventure with those two along for the ride. I may not have a purse or any material thing to show for the experience but that doesn’t matter. The experience was a gift in itself. Now I have another daughter, now you have another mother, that makes this mother-daughter tradition we have even more wonderful. Plus it means we have an extra two pairs of hands so it’s easier to loot stores.’’

Insert some sweet brief exchanges between Brittany, Santana, Whitney and Maribel who have bonded over the hell that was the first annual Lopez-Pierce Black Friday Shopping Extravaganza.

...

There would be lots of little details and kinks to work out, not to mention a ton of interaction between Santana-Whitney, Whitney-Maribel, Maribel-Brittany in between all of the running around. The characters would have to be moving through the mall constantly and, it would be a lot. Also I don’t know if anyone has noticed but I tend to write things that are very contained. Bachelorette takes place in the span of one night, so does You Instead, IWLTM takes place over the course of one summer. I have this habit of containing the characters either within a space of time or in a specific physical area or both and making that work is always a tricky thing. I just didn’t feel like creating another sprawling fic like that so, I opted for something a little more simple.

I doubt I’ll ever use this Black Friday fic idea but I feel like if I ever had the time to devote to it, it would be a fun and hilarious ride. I wish I could take you readers on it, but, I hope you got a chuckle out of this maybe?

Anyways, if you go Black Friday shopping, be safe and don’t get kidnapped! :)

[artificialqueens]

To Build A Family (Adore-centric) 1/? - passion—victim

AN: This is the prologue for the story, more action to come! Also more chapters of Strange Love are coming (meanwhile enjoy a fluffy fic).

AU set in a period where Adore isn’t getting booked much. Female pronouns for Danny/Adore. Pronouns shift for Roy/Bianca depending on the level of drag.

PS I apologize for any formatting issues this was written & submitted on mobile

—

“YANX!” Adore’s face lit up as she opened the FaceTime call.

“Hey pussyface, enjoying my house?”

“I ran out of cheetos last night.”

“And you thought I’d have them because….?”

“I left like 8 bags in your pantry a few months ago but I guess we’ve had them all.”

“WE?”

“I miss you. Your bed was extra lonely last night.”

“Only a few more months.”

“Too long. I’m bored,” Adore whined. “All by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself, anymore…” she sang.

“You could do something you know, meet up with someone?”

“Everyone’s on tour,” she said quietly.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“Lies” she quipped.

“Why don’t you find a baby queen to mentor? Find a mini you, or if you’re really desperate join one of those big brother programs,” Roy teased more gently than his audiences could imagine.

“Fuck all the way off,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What city are you in anyways?”

“Uh, somewhere in Spain. Jamie will tell me before I step on stage.”

Adore was quiet for a moment. “B?”

Roy wordlessly raised an eyebrow.

She chewed her lip for a moment and looked up at him, “s’ok,” she paused. “I should let you go, I’ll be fine,” she said with a small smile.

“I’ll call later?”

“Have a good show Willow.”

—

Now Roy had been joking when he suggested that Adore find someone to mentor and Adore understood that but a few days later she found that idea bobbing around in the back of her mind.

She was performing at a local festival. Instead of being sponsored by big corporations and liquor companies, small community organizations and charities, catering to people of all walks of life, lined the rest of the park. To say she was excited was an overstatement, sure it felt good that someone wanted to book her but this fucking festival? It was a joke. Rumour had it one of Nina’s drag daughters was set to perform but cancelled last minute due to sickness. She had given the organizer a list of names, and apparently Adore was the only one desperate enough to agree. Her manager had warned her that she needed to tone down her set and reminded her not to swear but god damn this was not her crowd. Gone were the bars and crowds chanting her name, arms reaching for a chance to feel her presence and boys throwing themselves at her. Today her audience consisted of a group of old ladies, some adults and many families.

“John?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get a beer?”

“Did you see your audience?”

“Exactly.”

-

“YANX!” she yelled when her FaceTime call was picked up.

“Hey baby.”

“Guess what.”

“You miss me?”

“No, I mean yeah but that’s not it. I had a gig. I know it’s dumb and it was a joke but…”

“Proud of you, really. The calls are just gonna start rolling in soon.”

“They better. Anyways that’s not it.”

“Oh?”

“I bought a kid!”

“Excuse me bitch?”

“Not bought. Rent? I’m gonna rent one but I don’t pay.”

Roy just stared at her. “You’re going to need to back 5 steps up and explain.”

“At the festival there was this tent and you can get a kid to hang out with. Like you suggested Yanx.”

“Oh like a Big Brother program?”

“That’s what the tent said!”

Roy laughed to himself imaging Adore in full drag, not even day drag, singing up at a festival tent. When he had suggested that Adore find someone to mentor or teach he was mostly joking and the part that wasn’t was thinking a young queen, not someone under the age of 18. But hell this could be good for Adore, get her out of the slump she was in and do a little good for her community.

They talked for a little while longer. Roy, desperate to not make Adore more jealous, shared only bits of his tour life (what he had for dinner, how his flight was delayed 3 hours and one particularly cool fan gift).

“I wanna see it” Adore whined.

“Fine. One sec,” Roy said grabbing a drink out of the mini fridge. “Threw it in a bag here, let’s see, knew you’d want to see it.” He rummaged in his boy suitcase, “Anyways when do you meet the kid?”

“Umm I don’t know they said they’d contact me soon I think.”

“Ah here it is.” Roy said producing a perfectly done cross stitch of the ABC group, featuring Bianca in the centre with the slogan “Not Today Satan” on the top and “CAUSE I WON” below.

“Ohmggod B I love it. I look fucking hot there.”

He chuckled and turned to see his assistant walk through.

“Car will be here in 10,” Jamie said off-camera.

“I gotta go baby girl. Miss you,” he said, puckering his lips. “Keep me updated on all this,” he said.

“Love ya B. Go kill the show,” she said pressing her face to the screen.

—

Fuck. Where’s the fucking phone. Why is it so fucking loud. She stumbled out of bed, head throbbing, shirt missing but wearing a chain bra? Fuck.

“Shut up!” she yelled at her empty apartment. There it is. Going to silence the device she accidentally picked up. “Fuck.”

“Daniel Noreiga?”

“Yeah?”

“This is John from Big Brother calling. We’re so excited to let you know that we’ve found a match for you.”

“Yeah what?”

“We hope you’re able to join us and your new little sibling at our welcome event next Wednesday at 5pm. Haha that’s a little joke there but we’re so excited to have you part of our program,” the man on the phone paused.

“Oh yeah I signed up for this?”

“Yes Mr. Noreiga, we have you listed and we’re very excited. We can’t tell you much about your new sibling but I know she’s great and very excited to meet you.”

“Party.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll be there.”

[until-theend-oftheline]

Sebastian Stan Writing Challenge

I’m still taking a break from the quickies so I decided that April should be Sebastian Stan months cause why not? This challenge center around Seb and a handful of his characters. I listed the one you can write below. All the prompts are something either Seb or one of his characters have said at some point.

Due Date: April 30th (don’t worry about timezone. As long as it’s the 30th somewhere it counts.)

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.

Fandom: Sebastian Stan

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything, please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs!

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Sebastian Stan Challenge. And use the #Kari’s Sebastian Stan Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc.  If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O0jY0nRXEOfcNggtmM124Ex54N1xgJCnQeaap9sg7WM/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a quote (all are something either Tom or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).

All pairings must be x reader (romantic or friendship) general fics - no selfcest!:

Sebastian Stan (rpf)

Bucky Barnes

Jefferson

Chris Beck

TJ Hammond (if you write him be respectful of and true to his sexuality please)

Hal Carter

Chris (from Destroyer can’t for the life of me remember his last name!)

Ben (The Apparition)

 Prompts:

1 If we do this, we accept the consequences

2 Do you love me? @docharleythegeekqueen (Jefferson x Reader)

3 Who the hell is Bucky?

4 You’re my mission @steebrogurz (Tj Hammond x platonic!reader)

5 Hey! Pick on someone your own size!

6 You don’t have one of those, do you?

7 I’m invisible. I’m turning into you. It’s a horrible dream.

8 It always ends in a fight

9 What was her name again?

10 They only love us when they aren’t busy hating us @blacktithe7 (Sebastian x Reader)

11 You always manage to abandon me when I need you the most

12 I didn’t get all the gay genes, but I did get the style ones @peterman-parker (Bucky Barnes x reader)

13 How did I even become this person? @writing-mermaid (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

14 Breasts are awesome @shreddedparchment (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

15 What is she thinking?

16 My friend just died. I don’t want my commander to die too.

17 So why all the cloak and dagger?  @becs-bunker (Chris Beck x Reader)

18 You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution for their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic @docharleythegeekqueen (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

19 You have to open your mind. @jewelofwinter (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

20 You don’t abandon family @peterman-parker (Sebastian x Reader)

21 Two lives forever at odds. Double the pain; double the suffering.

22 What’s crazier than seeing and not believing?

23 Do you think you can rescue me again? @jewels2876 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

24 What do we need that for? We use it once and it’s gonna end up in the garage

25 Did you burn something? @averyrogers83 (Sebastian x Reader)

26 I’m gonna fog up your glasses next time @jewels2876 (Sebastian x Reader)

27 I definitely don’t think I’m well @dracris33 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

28 I keep talking to you and every time I look at you, you just keep looking forward! @queen-of-the-avengers (Sebastian x Reader)

29 I don’t know. I’m Romanian. @queen-of-the-avengers (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

30 Well I gotta get in there, right? @shreddedparchment (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

MCU WRITING CHALLENGES

@ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off @captain-rogers-beard @dolphinpink310 @grace-for-sale @docharleythegeekqueen @rebelslicious @thorne93 @hillywooddestiel @peterman-parker @queen-of-deans-booty @acreativelydifferentlove @avengerscompound @blacktithe7 @becs-bunker @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @cassiefanfic @readitandweepfics @kayla-of-shield @fangirlextraordinaire @thatfanficstuff @danijimenezv @hopes-archer @marvel_madam08 @averyrogers83 @thelookingglassalice @slowlywithfreedom @awkwardfangirl2014 @dottirose

[wannawrite]

not my type

who?: Wanna One’s Ong Seongwoo genre: 🌸 type: bullet point

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University! AU 

you don’t date younger guys

but you just might ;)

thanks for requesting! this was quite difficult to write since I am a child still lol. Do note that Seongwoo is 20 in this work of fiction. ⁃ admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

~

so,,,your love life 

not that exciting 

in fact, it is facing a drought at the moment 

reality is harsh huh? 

or maybe it is because of your high standards 

1. No younger guys 

2. Must be a nice person 

3. Someone I could foresee marrying 

but none of your blind dates left you impressed

and then there’s this kid from the music block called Ong Seongwoo 

he’s just one of the guys trying to worm his way into your ‘possible boyfriend’ list 

scarily enough, his tactics were working

~

we gon throw this waayyy back when y’all met 

frat parties were never your thing

in fact, f*ck linda and this stupid party, I just want to go home and sleep 

you love your roommate and all but you couldn’t help but curse her out 

after all, she had dragged you to this party thrown by one of the music department frat guys 

and left you stranded 

in a hallway with at least 3 couples passionately making out 

tonight was not your night at all 

you hated the loud, shitty music and the smell of sweat and liquor 

appalling 

but linda was your ride here and there was a slim chance of hailing a cab right now 

you had no choice but to suck it up and rough it out 

Another issue

you needed to finish that essay on sustainable fashion before the 6am deadline 

shit 

gr8 job prof 

all-nighter? 

borrow a laptop from someone and do it now? 

what the hell 

which person would bring a laptop to a frat party? 

unless you can break into one of their rooms and take one??1?1?11

you almost slap yourself at the idea

dumb worried bitch energy 

sis is out of ideas and just wants to graduate be a little empathetic, folks 

you want to sit down on the floor and sink into a puddle of goo 

oh no 

there’s no way you are going to maintain this 3.9 GPA lmaoo

you move to wrestle Linda away from one of the frat guys 

but hollers and cheers stop you

a group of guys block your path as they welcome yet another friend 

but get this! the newcomer has a laptop case in his hands!! 

he appears to have just come from a lecture or meeting 

bUT HE HAS A LAPTOP YAYAYAYAYA

now, all you had to do was to stalk him, suck up to him and steal borrow the device 

sucking up to one of these frat boys was easy 

their brains had been bruised with bud lights so they weren’t the brightest of the bunch 

before you know it, he’s whisked away by his friends and dissolved into the crowd 

crap 

you really, genuinely, wholly, need this laptop 

They would help a fellow college student in need, right?

left with no choice, you elbow your way through  

I suppose your efforts pay off 

bc you catch him as he’s headed upstairs 

barely 

“hey!” you yell over the noise. “I-I...” 

the mystery guy only stares, quizzically 

suddenly, you’ve lost all ability to form coherent sentences 

this is embarrassing!

hE JUST LOOKING 

sis gotta calm down 

remember the real reason: laptop

“c-can i borrow your laptop real quick? I have a d-deadline tonight” 

mystery boy says nothing 

...

“What’s it in for me? If i lend you my laptop?”

he tries to remain serious but the corners of his mouth are tugging up

sneaky

desperation is pretty much flooding your body 

you wld say f*ck it but you can’t 

“I’ll owe you a favour!” you blurt out thoughtlessly. 

*crickets chirping* 

hope is slowly beginning to fade and your brain is coming up with extension excuses 

just crumbs,,,anything

Orbits gg thru with the drought

when he goes 

“okay”

JESUS THANK YOU 

he beckons for you to follow him 

oh?😏😉

“I know a better work environment than here.” 

oh. 

“What’s your name? I’m y/n, it’s my third year.” 

“Woah, third year? my name’s ong seongwoo. I just got here.” 

huh, freshman 

seongwoo doesn’t say much after

he leads you to a common study area in the enormous fraternity house 

you turn away as he sets up the laptop and everything bc privacy!!!

but the number of brain cells you have left won’t allow you to remember his login details anyway 

“thanks,” you murmur bashfully 

well, this is an expected and rather awkward situation 

seongwoo plants himself in the chair a few seats away from yours 

he pulls out study materials from his backpack 

??? hello? sis, u shld be enjoying the party downstairs ???

you try to shift your fullest attention on your project 

but!! his presence alone is so loud prominent, it’s giving you a hard time keeping your eyes off😔🤧

anyway u manage to suck it up and finish paper and submit it just in time! 

a miracle 

maybe he is your angel ;)

you turn to face him and,,,seongwoo has fallen asleep!! on his books!! 

his hair is slightly tousled and his glasses rest askew on his face 

papers flap in his face but he’s too gone to care 

the poor child is tired 

💓💖💕soft hours💕💖💓: open

gently, you tap his shoulder 

“seongwoo? hey, um, your laptop,” 

he only stirs the 2nd time you call him

Cute

groggily, he covers his face and speaks into his hands 

he mumbles something about ‘dealing with it later’

you figure it would be best if you left him alone to nap 

suddenly, seongwoo grabs your arm 

at least, he reaches for it

“I need your number to claim that favour.” 

my number ????

for half a second, your heart does pitter patters 

he’s only being objective though...

and it was you who suggested it in the first place 

sighing, you punch your number into his phone 

“okay, but use it wisely and...try not to...call or text so much...”

that sounds rlly mean >:( 

“yeah i’ll keep that in mind.” 

there’s an underlying layer of...cheekiness? in seongwoo’s tone 

your brain jumps to the first conclusion it can think of 

“I don’t date younger guys, Seongwoo,” 

rEGRET FILLS YOUR ENTIRE BEING IMMEDIATELY AFTER 

now, Seongwoo looks up and beams broadly 

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” he taunts playfully 

red sinks into your face and you defend yourself in splutters 

“I’m not interested in general! I’m prioritising my studies and everything else! It was just to make sure you know where we stand-“ 

futile, really 

“relax,” he replies. “Just saying, I could change your mind.” 

Cocky 

but true lol

an amused scoff leave your lips and your arms go akimbo

“I’d like to see you try, freshman.” 

~

*back to the present* 

You: really, Seongwoo. I don’t see why you can’t drop by the printing station yourself 

Seongwoo: you are seated RIGHT NEXT to it. Just fold the papers into aeroplanes and fly them over 

You: a 15-page research paper ?? That clearly says ‘do not bend’ 

Seongwoo: ignore it. Throw it over 

you never predicted this was where life would take you 

here you were, sat in the library, the table by the printing room 

and Seongwoo was seated a few tables away, texting you to collect his freshly printed document

just because 

You: Oh my god shut up you’ll get points deducted if your paper is the least bit crumpled 

You: i’ll just bring it over 

so,,,you did 

you brought seongwoo’s papers over to his table 

he had been watching from afar, lips pulled into a dumb smile

“thank you, senior.” 

boy had the audacity to say that in front of your salad 

just to tease him, you reply: 

“yeah, senior, just how I like my future boyfriend.” 

with that remark, the smile slips off seongwoo’s face and his jaw clenches

but he tries to play it off all cool😎🤧

you shoot the sweetest smile you can muster before skipping back to your table 

*beep beep*

I nearly put vibrate -

Seongwoo: that doesn’t count as using my favour card! 

your head shakes, but your mouth smiles 

it was no secret that seongwoo had a small! crush on you 

even if it was, everyone knew 

his whole frat and most of his seniors 

your friends and roommates 

the whole bloody campus 

this relationship started out with seongwoo following you on ig

then occasionally dropping a text and wishing you well 

he also hyped up all your pics 

and said hi whenever you bumped into each other 

it escalated to meeting up for brunch or a movie 

just...as friends, casually 

but you enjoyed his company and goofing around much more than some blind dates 

now, texting him was a regular 

going out was common 

and you haven’t even counted the number of times you guys met at social events 

sometimes, he made you feel so✨ special, precious, wanted by doing the smallest things 

like a tea on your table 

or going the extra mile to cheer you up 

most of the time at the expense of his handsome face 

he was always,,,there

you did find out about his feelings, though he never addressed them fully

it was fun!! to press his buttons as a friend 

“yeah idk abt dating someone younger. Wbu?” 

“Hmm. Senior year makes everyone 10x hotter.” 

thOSE WERE JOKES 

BANTER, PEOPLE, BANTER 

but...you weren’t certain if that would turn into something more 

you know, you hadn’t given dating someone younger a thought 

it never crossed your mind 

maybe it was a subconscious deal breaker 

you were always quick to bring age into making deals 

old broken deals could be made new 

the concept was incredibly foreign 

my boyfriend? younger? 

Personally, you could never see that happen 

b-but seongwoo made you sO DAMN HAPPY ALL THE TIME 

there was sunshine in his smiles

and starlight in his eyes 

ᵕ꒳ᵕ

uGh fEELINGS 

but is this attraction? 

Eventually, after many sleepless nights, up thinking about this, you made up your mind

If he made a move first, 

bc ur scared 

you would be hella open to dating him 

f*ck that ‘older people only’ rule 

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄ ˘⁄)♡

[3.06am] seongwoo leaves a voicemail. He says, “hey, will you go on a date with me? I like you.”

[3.14am] seongwoo leaves another voicemail. “I’ll use my favour card if I have to. Just give me a chance.” 

anD HOLY F*CK YOU DON’T knOW HOW TO ACT AFTER HEARING THOSE 

RIGHT WHEN YOU WAKE UP 

yOur heaRT IS FLUTTERING AND YOU CAN FEEL THE BLUSH COMING 

UGH SWEETHEART YOU GOT IT BAD 

so u jump on this bandwagon and call him asap 

it goes straight to voicemail but you don’t leave one 

hehe

you know,,,to build suspense 

all day long, that’s all you can think about 

SeoNGWOO LIKES ME?

~

[8.17am] seongwoo wakes up to a silent voicemail from you 

he doesn’t know what to think of it 

he dials your number with shaking hands and before you can utter a word, he rushes, “meet me at xxx cafe at 11am” 

then hangs up 

Tumblr: 101 cafe date outfit ideas

Seongwoo arrives early and orders a drink while waiting 

he also picks out a window booth to sit at 

his nerves could eat him alive if they teamed up 

what would you say to him? 

how badly did you react to his 3am confession 

getting mildly intoxicated on Daniel’s stash was a horrible idea

he spilt all his secret uwus

the bell chimes 

and all his attention is focused on you 

your eyes land on him 

a smile graces your face as you walk over 

“I like you too.” 

“Damn, you better not be messing with me right now,” seongwoo nervously chuckles. “I know I sent you th-“ 

“Oh my god! I like you!” 

For a moment, his smart mouth runs dry, surprised 

“Oh wow, what happened to your older guys only rule?”

You smack his chest in mock annoyance

“Rules are made to be broken! Let’s not talk about that.” You turn various shades of red 

Grinning like the Chesire cat, Seongwoo teases, “And that’s the beauty of it.” 

[babygirlgeralt]

I was tagged by: grace @astronomypartners and kit @loveonmanes thank you uwu

Rules: Simply answer the following 21 questions and tag 21 people (or more!) you’d like to get to know more!

Name / Nickname: Rory! [birth name redacted]

Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5’1". Yes I do struggle to reach the top shelf. No it is not funny >:(

Hogwarts House: ravenclaw I guess? I'm willingly submitting myself to an 18th straight year of full time education so I feel like that's gotta be true

Last thing I Googled: “businessballs icebreakers” I was planning a mixer/event on self care and that website (which is legit useful) was recommended for icebreaker activities

Favourite musician/s: I'm big on soul music, particularly Etta James atm, and I love Hozier

Last song I listened to: do I love you (indeed I do) by frank wilson

Song stuck in my head: I've been watching true blood with a friend recently so the theme from that, bad things by jace everett

Following: uhhh, the friendly guys from the rnm crowd (crashdown people you are lovely uwu), a few people from the black sails fandom who don't have me blocked (thanks guys), and then a lot of old star trek mutuals from back in the day. I follow a lot of random fandom blogs but I like it that way

Followers: pretty much as above, I have a nice niche lil set of followers who are mainly mutuals 💕💖💕

Do you get asks: nope! I have very few followers and don't mind, but I'd be happy to get more if people have anything nice to say uwu

Amount of Sleep: not much between the drunken screaming outside my house and early construction work of our neighbours, but much better quality than during finals thank goodness

Lucky Number: 13, good things have come to me on Friday 13ths and my dad too. we're a lil superstitious

What I’m Wearing: jeans and a t shirt (boring) but I did wear the gay sandals (birkenstock type I mean) out to house viewings today

Dream Trip: I really want to visit NZ to do some hiking/mountaineering (and maybe skiing) if I can ever afford it! the mountains are so pretty there!!!!!

Favourite Food: balti!!! I actually have a very fancy balti dish my friend got me from Birmingham curry mile, I love cooking curry!!!!! legit eat it for 7 meals a week if left to my own devices

Instruments: I don't play any instruments but I do have a grade 8 ballet which I feel like. is a pretty cool achievement

Languages: just english I am. hilariously bad at languages

Favourite Song/s: uhhh whenever I'm stressed out I listen to otis redding's (sittin' on) the dock of the bay and that makes me: 😊🌺

Random Fact: not to be overly self care promoting on main I learnt about this well being technique called active constructive responding, which is where you're positive about and build on good news you receive (about yourself and others) and it seems really cool and overall helps you and those around you feel happier, I highly recommend looking it up!!!!

Aesthetic: I love plants and bright colours and natural light, my current place I have a tiny box room but 6 plants and 70 bright postcards up makes me smile 🥰

the people i’m tagging: @alexmanes @alcxmanes (I think most people I wanted to tag already did this!) also if we’re mutuals and u fancy it feel free to tag me

[lancetuckershairgel]

The Family Secret: A Superfamily AU 

Steve leaves for a mission and Eleanor discovers something amiss about her birth certificate when she goes to take her drivers test. Tony tries to manage things at home while Steve’s away.

The weekend came and went, and still no call from my dad. Tony and Peter could tell that I was upset so they both tried to cheer me up on Sunday. Tony tried to talk me into going out and doing something, but I didn’t want to. Peter convinced me to play video games with him, but that got old fast. I spent the rest of the day moping around our building until dinner time.

Pepper had made sirloin steak tips, mushrooms, and rice and I sat at the dinner table poking at the food with my fork. Tony and Pepper exchanged worried glances as Peter shoveled the food in his mouth. A few minutes later I excused myself and Tony nodded, letting me leave the table, but he followed me out of the dining room.

“El, Steve’s okay.” Tony said as he followed me into the living room

“How do you know?”

I flopped down onto the couch and pulled one of the pillows to my chest, hugging it tightly. I could feel myself getting choked up. Tony sat down next to me on the edge of the sofa and put a hand on my knee.

“If he wasn’t okay we would have heard something from Rhodey.”

“True” I sniffed

“You know when he’s working he’s focused one hundred and ten percent,” Tony said

“I know, but he knows how much I worry about him. He can’t take five minutes to call me and tell me he’s okay?”

“I don’t know, kiddo.”

Tony sighed and pulled me close to him and I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks as I rested my head against his shoulder. Tony rubbed my back and then pulled away.

“Happy is taking you to get your license tomorrow,” he said in hopes to cheer me up

“Ok” I pouted

“Do you have everything you need?” he asked

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Are you nervous?”

“A little bit. I studied the book all weekend”

“You’ll do great, Ellie.” Tony patted my shoulder “Just think with a license, you can drive the Bugatti”

“Really?” I brightened up

“No” Tony laughed and I smiled at him

Tony had a lot of cars, but the Bugatti Veyron was his most prized. He wouldn’t even let Peter and I ride in it in fear we’d make it sticky or dirty.

“I think I’m going to go read” I said before I gave him a hug “Thanks”

“Anytime. I’ll be downstairs if you need me”

I went upstairs but didn’t go to my room. I needed to get my birth certificate to take for the driver’s test tomorrow so I went into my dad’s office. I rummaged through his file cabinet until I found what I was looking for, took the paper and went to my room and tossed it on my desk. I grabbed my book and settled down in my chair and opened it up to the last page I had read.

Several pages in, my phone buzzed. I jumped at the sudden vibration against my rear and sat up to pull the device from my back pocket.

“Daddy?” I squealed into the phone as soon as I answered it

“Hey, sweetheart” my dad’s voice said on the other line

“Are you ok? Where are you? When are you coming home? Why haven't you called? I’ve been so worried” I talked a mile a minute

“I’m sorry Ellie” Dad apologized “Things are kind of crazy over here”

“Where are you?” I asked

“Vienna” he replied

“Why?”

“I can’t tell you right now. Government rules” Dad said “Everything is okay, I promise. I’m fine”

“I miss you” my voice cracked

“I miss you too, honey. I’m sorry you were so worried, I called you the second I could.” Dad said “How was your weekend?”

“Fine.” I said quietly

“El, I know you’re upset but what I’m doing over here is very important.”

“I know…” I sighed

“How are Tony and Peter?” he asked

“They’re ok. Tony’s working”

“Of course.” Dad chuckled “Are you ready for your driver’s test? Is Tony taking you?”

“Happy is”

“Good. You’re going to do great. I can’t believe my little girl is going to be on the road soon”

I laughed

“I gotta go, El. I love you.” Dad said “Rhodey says hi to you and Peter”

“Tell him hi. I love you too Daddy”

“Goodnight”

“Night”

I hung up the phone and stared at the screen for a moment. My background was a selfie Peter, Dad and I had taken on our last vacation. We were all making silly faces and Peter had up a peace sign. I tried to tell myself that Dad calling me was a good thing and that he was ok, so I should feel better, but it didn’t work. Him being with Rhodey, my dads’ close Colonel friend, made me feel worse, because Rhodey only went on the dangerous or intense missions.

I tossed and turned all night until my alarm finally went off. I drug myself out of bed and got ready for school, shoving my books into my bookbag, almost forgetting the papers I needed for my drivers test. I grabbed them and shoved them into my handbag and headed out.

The day drug by slowly and I found it difficult to focus on my schoolwork. I barely spoke to MJ at lunch as she rambled on about the two new kids at school. She had been low-key stalking them that morning, but I didn’t care to know anything about them, I had too many other things on my mind. The last bell finally rang and I walked to the front of the school, where Happy was standing outside of the Rolls Royce talking to Peter.

“Hello, Eleanor” Happy said as he opened the back door

“Thank you.” I mustered a polite smile to him “See you at home, Pete?”

“Yep, good luck” Peter waved as he left to walk home

I got in the car and put my seat belt on. During the drive I stared out the window, silently. Happy asked how my day was and I responded quietly and he left it at that, aware that I wasn’t at myself. Twenty minutes later we pulled up to the Department of Motor Vehicles and we both went inside. I needed a guardian, and since Dad was gone and Tony wasn’t going to adult today, Happy had to sign the paperwork after I filled it out. We sat down to wait for my name to be called and I pulled out my book while Happy put in his headphones to listen to a podcast.

“Stephens” a voice called out over the intercom

I watched a middle aged man walk to the counter. More waiting.

“Phillips”

A woman in her twenties stood up. I sighed and turned the page.

“Cohen”

Another man, another page.

“Barnes”

I didn’t even notice who stood up for that one, I kept reading.

“Barnes?”

The voice called out again and I looked up and saw no one move.

“Eleanor Barnes”

I looked at Happy, who still had his headphones in with his head back, eyes closed. I stood and walked to the counter.

“Excuse me?” I asked the woman at the desk

“Eleanor Barnes?”

“No, I’m Eleanor Rogers.” I said

“Not according to this” the lady said, annoyance dripping through her words as she pushed a piece of paper across the countertop

I looked down and saw my birth certificate. I glanced over it. There was my date of birth: May 10th, 2000. My place of birth: Brooklyn, New York. My mother’s name: Margaret Carter. My father’s name: James Barnes. My name: Eleanor Rose Barnes

I blinked, looking closer. James Barnes. Eleanor Barnes. That wasn’t right.

“Miss? Are you ready for your test?”

“Uhm...there’s been a mistake. This isn’t my birth certificate.” I said slowly, still staring at the paper in front of me

“Miss, that is the paper you submitted at sign in. Any mistakes will need to be taken up with the Health Department. Your driving instructor is waiting for you.”

I shook my head and grabbed the paper. I turned around and ran straight past Happy and out of the office. The blur of someone running by caused Happy to look up and see me running out so he followed.

“Eleanor? I know you’re nervous but..” Happy said as he caught up to me

“I can’t do this. Not today. I want to go home” I said, tugging at the car door handle

“Sure.” Happy sighed before using a button on his key fob to unlock the car

I climbed in and stared down at the paper in my hands, which were shaking.

“Seat belt.” Happy reminded me

Numbly, I pulled the strap across my chest and buckled it. We drove home in silence and upon arriving I didn’t wait for Happy to open my door. I climbed out of the car and ran into the building, through the front room and up the stairs to my bedroom.

A few moments later there was a knock at my door and Tony stuck his head in.

“El? You alright?” he asked

I quickly hid the birth certificate in my desk drawer.

“I’m fine”

“Happy told me you ran out. Got scared?” Tony came in and sat on the edge of my bed

“Yeah.” I mumbled

“Do you want to try again when your dad gets back and he can go with you?” Tony asked

“Your dad”

Tony’s words echoed in my head and I looked at the desk drawer, where inside held a piece of paper that led me to have so many questions. My dad was Steve Rogers. Why did the birth certificate not say that? It had said Margaret Carter, which was my mother’s name, I knew that because Dad had told me about her. They were high school sweethearts and she passed away very shortly after giving birth to me. So who was this James Barnes guy? Why was his name on my birth certificate? Do I tell Tony about it? Does he know?

“Ellie?” Tony’s voice tore me from my thoughts

“Yeah..” I stammered

Tony sighed, not knowing what else to say. He got up and knelt down, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Dinner will be ready around six.” he said as he left my room

I ended up skipping dinner. I told Peter I was tired and wanted to go to bed early. He believed it and no one bothered me until bedtime, when Tony came up to check on me. I lied to him and told him I was fine and he told me goodnight.

I laid in bed, curled up on my side. A picture of me, Peter, Tony and Dad stood in a frame on my nightstand. I stared at it wondering if my entire life had been a lie. I didn’t even know what emotions I had at the moment. The buzzing of my phone made me blink, returning my thoughts to the present, and I sat up.

“Daddy” the screen said as it continued to buzz

I let it go to voicemail and turned the ringer on silent.

[theres-no-paradise]

Sorry not Sorry

Chapter 3

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F your friends name

Word Count:  1980

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 4

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: Screenshots of the Conversations will follow shortly. Tom still keeps texting but its getting more personal with each chapter. I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am on how this story will develop. I have planned some nice shit lol 

Spending the evening in Pajamas in front of your TV, watching some Series and eating unhealthy food was something that kept you sane after a hard week of work. It became a habit, you didn't want to miss out on during friday nights when some of your friends went out, clubbing, drinking and having their time of their life. As you were stuffing the cheesy pizza into your mouth, a little ‘bling’ signalled an incoming message. You looked at your phone and grabbed it with your free hand, with the other you kept on biting into the Pizza slice. +44 98 7654 3210: Where do you live?

Sighing, you dropped your phone onto your lap. Would this Tom - guy ever stop texting you? It happened more frequently the past few days and you had no idea why.

You: Hopefully far away from you

Something in your gut told you, that he wasn’t living far away from you. He definitely lived somewhere in england, for sure because his phone number showed the british area code but how big was the possibility that he lived in the same town as you?

Massive, you thought. Its London after all.  

+44 98 7654 3210:   You’re so bitter

Oh somebody isn’t happy with my answer, you guessed, and smiled a little as you typed back a response.

You: I’m not bitter. Only careful who Im texting with since you’re still a stranger to me.

It didn’t take Tom long to answer and his message made you smile again. Stop that, Y/N! Rolling your eyes, you thought about a cheeky answer.

+44 98 7654 3210: I’m not a stranger anymore! You know my name and I know yours!

You: Do you have any friends? It seems that you don’t have any since you’re texting me so often.

+44 98 7654 3210: Well, I could say the same about you since you don’t bother answering.

Good answer, you thought and felt kind of defeated. But you just didn’t want to give in yet so you thought about a smart thing you could answer.

You: Maybe it’s true. Would that mean you’d leave me alone since I’m socially awkward and a loner?

+44 98 7654 3210: Nope. I’d even annoy you even more.

You: Bloody hell

+44 98 7654 3210: We’re getting along so well!

You: I don’t think so

+44 98 7654 3210: :(

This guy was really persistent and at some point you accepted the fact that you were talking to someone you had no idea who it was. The chances of meeting each other were slim, as you didn’t intend in making friends with this person(at least for now). You didn’t care if he lived around the corner or not (Except if he were a serial killer, but you threw the thought over board. Stop being so overdramatic Y/N), as long as he didn’t become someone creepy.

After the exchange of Text messages, you put away the rest of your pizza and headed into bed, since it was getting late. You were hoping for a nice long sleep this night and hopefully no one would wake you up again. You glanced one more time to your phone and made sure, that the sound for text messages was silent, before you hopped into your bed and buried yourself under the thick and soft blankets. Soon, sleep took over and you drifted off into a  deep, calm slumber.

A loud ringing noise woke you up way too early in the morning. Even though the curtains in front of your windows were closed, you could tell that it was still dark outside since there was no sign of light, it must’ve been somewhere around five in the morning,

“I’m gonna kill you” you murmured into your pillow as you lunged at your phone, only to see that the ringing has stopped. It didn’t show the number nor Caller ID so you wanted to throw your phone back to the little nightstand but as it light up, a new message was shown.

+44 98 7654 3210: I lost haz again

“You gotta be kidding me”, you murmured and opened Whatsapp afterwards to send a reply.

You: Are you SHITTING me? And that’s why you Text me early in the morning…

ON A SATURDAY?

A reply came soon after you’ve pressed the green send button on your messenger.

+44 98 7654 3210: Shit I’m sorry! I didn’t think about the time difference. Sorry sorry sorry

You: You texted a british Number, dude. You should know the time here!

+44 98 7654 3210: Sorry! Really! I swear I didn’t mean to wake you up.

You: Now go look for haz, bloody hell

+44 98 7654 3210: Yes Ma’am

Wait, you’re in the UK? That means we live in the same country

You saw him still typing but you tried to cut him off, in hope he would just shut up already and let you sleep.

You: What did I just tell you?

+44 98 7654 3210: Sorry!

You lie awake in your bed for a little while, seeing if a new message were on the way but there was no sign after fifteen minutes so you decided to check if Tom found his friend again. It’s something, you used to do with your own friends as well. You were mostly the person, checking on them and being the babysitter on night outs so you felt like asking Tom if he found his friend. You didn’t want to worry and being lost in a city you don’t even know could be really dangerous. So better be safe than sorry.

You: Found him?

+44 98 7654 3210: Yes, we’re in the Uber back to the Hotel!

You: Ok. Good night

+44 98 7654 3210: Wait. Did you stay awake to be sure we found each other?

You: Good. night.

+44 98 7654 3210:   :)

You care!

You sighed annoyingly and turned around in your bed. How did this guy even manage to wake you up every weekend? Well, that was only the second in a row but if he kept on doing that, you’d turn the game around and get on his nerves, you swore that to yourself.

You drifted back into a deep slumber, your last thought being about Tom, and how he must’ve been in a different country since he seemed to be in a different time zone. You wondered where he was and put it on your imaginary list to ask him some time soon.

You were out with Y/F for some afternoon lunch. As you guys ordered something, she realized that you were much more on your phone than usual.

“Are you waiting for an important call?”, she asked, giving you a questioning look.

“Oh, no sorry. I’m gonna put it away.”

She eyed you for a moment longer, since she knew you hated to be on your mobile when you met friends. So it must’ve been something important, that you were waiting for to check on the little device every so often, Y/F thought.

At some point, you heard your phone buzz in your pocket, but you didn’t want to disturb your friend while eating, so you tried to ignore it but she didn’t miss your eyes light up at the little sound.

“I heard it. If its important, check it out”, she said, taking a big bite of her Turkey sandwich.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Y/N!!!

You: What is it?

If it’s not important, leave me alone

I’m busy

You pressed the send button and put your phone back on the table, taking a sip of your drink. You felt the stares, Y/F was giving you but you didn’t know how to tell her about the stranger. Just as your phone vibrated again, you sighed and took a hold of it.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Hi

You: omg

+44 98 7654 3210:   I was wondering

Did you safe my number?

You: no, why should I?

You’re a stranger after all

You didn’t wait for an answer from Tom, instead you shoved your phone bloody-minded into your bag and took a bite from your food. “Is it the stranger?” Y/F suddenly asked and you nearly choked on your lunch. While you tried to swallow, you nodded with an annoyed look. “What does he want? I thought you stopped texting?”

“He just keeps messaging me every day” you said, and explained everything to your friend. She seemed to enjoy this and laughed at some messages, as you showed them to her. Once your phone buzzed again, she couldn’t hold it in and laughed out loud. “So you guys know your names already? No Strangers anymore?” she giggled and you checked the recent message.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Stop it with the stranger already. We are on a first name base!

“The Problem is, he keeps texting me. You saw my answers and he doesn’t care. Its as if he didn’t get the hints in the beginning, even though I’ve been straightforward. So I think I got used to this at some point…”, you ranted, as you typed in a reply. Your best friend smiled throughout your whole exclamation. “Maybe he has fun writing with you. Who knows what kind of guy he is. Maybe he’s really nice?”

“Or maybe still an old ass pedo that’ll try to kidnap me if I don’t stay alert.” Y/F laughed heartily at your words and you couldn’t help but smile.

You: I don’t care.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Well, I did.

And I saved it as ‘Smol Sarcastic Bean’

I think it suits you

You: omg

You actually smiled at the nickname and decided, to save his number as well. You laughed lightly, as you typed in his name. ‘Not Tom Hardy :(’

Y/F was looking at you curiously and you showed her the screen once again. “Oh my God. Just imagine texting with Tom Hardy. That’d be something I’d wish for”, Y/F said with a dreamy voice. “I bet he wouldn’t text the way this Tom does”, you smirked and took another sip of your drink.  “What if this Tom was another Celeb? There are quite a few with that name. Tom Cruise. Tom Hiddleston. Tom Felton.”

“Tom Hanks or Thomas Brodie Sangster!” You both laughed and giggled and started to chat about the idea of ‘Tom’ being someone Famous. If you only knew.

You: Okay, saved it. Now leave me alone I have stuff to do

+44 98 7654 3210:   but I’m bored

You: Seriously Tom. I’m gonna block your number if you don’t stop.

+44 98 7654 3210:   you wouldn’t!

You: watch me

+44 98 7654 3210:   If you wanted to, you’d have done it already!

You: Choke on air, Tom

+44 98 7654 3210:   I knew it hahaha

There was one thing you finally realized after saving up Tom’s number. You were able to see his profile picture he used on Whatsapp. You quickly checked your own one, just to make sure there was no face to be seen. You sighed in relief. You still had the picture of your neighbours cat, laying on top of your body on the bed as an Icon.

You checked out Tom’s profile. His status didn’t say anything except ‘Available’. And his Photo seemed to be from a photo shooting. Black and white and him wearing no shirt. He seemed to be fit and you felt your cheeks heat up a little at the sight of his torso. But you couldn’t see his face which annoyed you. How were you able to imagine his facial expressions,if you didn’t know his face in the first place. Asking for a selfie would’ve been to forthright so you hoped for him to post something in his status or leak his face on his icon someday. Who knew.

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[thebladeblaster]

Digimon Tamer ZERO (ver.2) Chapter 1 The Digimon Phenomenon (part 2)

“Oh, really I didn’t think he’d be that interested.”, Izaki said.

“Shin gave it to him about two weeks ago when he helped him and you know I can’t imagine someone like Aichi just letting a poor defenseless Digimon uncared for.”, Miwa explained.

“Yeah, I can definitely imagine that. Knowing him that Digimon is probably drowning in affection.”, Izaki replied with a chuckle.

“Knowing him he probably has a ultimate already!”, Morikawa said angrily.

“That’s probably true Aichi does tend to learn rather quickly. So, how about it wanna pick one up to battle Aichi, Kai?”, Miwa said.

“Hmph...”, was Kai’s only response.

“That’s probably a yes and you know it would be interesting to see you two have a different kind of battle.”, Miwa replied.

“Okay! I’m gonna find Aichi and crush him!”, Morikawa decided raising his fists.

“Well, you gonna find him first. He’s been pretty aloof lately maybe Kai’s finally rubbing off on him.”, Izaki replied.

“I think he’s still a bit moody after everything. That’s probably why Shin gave him the Digimon. Misaki is the others are giving him some space for a bit.”, Miwa said as Kai looked over to him again.

“Yeah, he was pretty sad about Kourin...”, Izaki replied.

“Oh my dear Kourin! If only I knew where she was then I could reignite her memories!”, Morikawa shouted.

“Maybe, we can try holding a big surprise party cheer him up?”, Miwa suggested.

“With cake!”, Morikawa said.

“All parties have cakes.”, Izaki replied sweat dropping.

In the digital world...

“Not this again!!!Ah!!!”, two Digimon screamed as the ran from fire being shot at them.

They were both small. The shorter one was white and wore a pink strap. The taller one was yellow it had two rabbit-like ears and closed eyes. It wore red pants.

They were running from a red dragon-like Digimon. It had a metal helmet and claws along with a serpent like tail with no legs. It had two massive purple wings and purple hair on its head and along its back.

They panicked more as the Digimon also shot missiles at them.

Eventually the two Digimon were cornered as the dragon Digimon breathed fire enveloping the two.

“That’s what happens to those who don’t submit to the demon lords!”, the dragon Digimon said.

It’s golden eyes widened as in the flames it saw a silhouette of a bigger humanoid Digimon with horns, wings, and glowing red eyes. It stumbled back as the fire dissipated revealing a Digimon clad in white dragon-like armor. It had light purple skin and demonic wings. It had bits on gold on its armor and red orbs on the palm of its claw-like hands. It’s red eyes were on the dragon Digimon striking fear into it. The two Digimon from before were behind it cowering.

“I-Is that Dynasmon!? I thought he was dead!”, the white Digimon questioned frightened.

“Well, the didn’t Seraphimon, Ophanimon, and Cherubimon reboot the digital world?”, the yellow Digimon questioned.

“Ah! That’s right!”, the white Digimon replied.

“D-Dynasmon!? W-wait I serve the demon lords we’re on the same side!”, the dragon said shakily.

“Me on the same side as a quivering weakling like you? Don’t make me laugh! Dragon‘s Roar!”, Dynasmon replied as if raised its hand and shot a beam of energy at the dragon Digimon killing it instantly causing it to dissolve into data.

“We’ve gotta hide or he’s gonna kill us.”, the white Digimon whispered.

“I’m not interested in weak Digimon like you two. Maybe if you guys had the kid who could transform into Emperor Greymon. He’s not here is he?”, Dynasmon said as he looked at the quivering Digimon.

“N-No! He’s been gone for years!”, the white Digimon replied.

“Then, I have no interest in you two.”, Dynasmon said as he flew off.

The two Digimon sighed in relief as the mega level Digimon flew off.

In the human world...

The teens from before were now sitting inside Card Capital. They looked over to see countless kids battling in various games the ones that seemed the most prevalent were Cardfight Vanguard and Digimon. Misaki was behind the counter reading a book as usual. When the teens first walked in she peered up for a moment expectantly before going back to reading her book.

Kai looked down at the red V pet on the table intensely.

“Good thing it can’t see you or that poor Digimon would be petrified.”, Izaki said with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you finally came around to playing Digimon, Kai. And all it took was mentioning your rival.”, Miwa said coyly.

“Hmph...it’s a new challenge.”, Kai replied.

“I’m not surprised Kai is going for a dragon especially one of the hardest ones to get.”, Izaki said.

“Well, you know Kai loves his dragons. He probably chose that one because it reminded him of Dragonic Overlord.”, Miwa replied.

“Speaking of what kind of Digimon does Aichi have?”, Izaki asked as Kai turned his attention to Miwa as well.

“Well, I know which Digimon he’s going for. I don’t know if he has it yet or anything or even what stage it’s at.”, Miwa replied.

“What did he choose?”, Izaki asked.

“Well, let’s just say much like Kai over there he chose one that reminded him of his avatar.”, Miwa answered coyly.

“Something like Blaster Blade huh? It’s probably some knight digimon though there’s a lot of those...”, Izaki replied.

“Well, that at least narrows things down.”, Miwa replied.

“Wait! You don’t think he’s The Blaster is he? Now, that I think about it The Blaster sounds a lot like Blaster Blade. Not to mention their partner is apparently Knightmon.”, Izaki questioned.

“Maybe? Who knows.”, Miwa said cryptically.

“It’s The Blaster!”, Morikawa shouted as he pointed to his V pet and they saw a battle was about to start.

The other three looked at the V pet it said Great Ninja Master vs The Blaster.

“You called yourself Great Ninja Master?”, Izaki questioned sweat dropping.

The device then showed the players Digimon. Morikawa’s Sukamon and The Blaster’s...Dynasmon.

“Oh, crap The Blaster’s Digimon has become a mega!?”, Izaki gasped.

“This is gonna be a murder stomp...”, Miwa commented sweat dropping.

In the digital world...

“Really, a Sukamon the other tamers besides my master are really pathetic.”, Dynasmon said snickering.

Sukamon was a Digimon that was yellow poop. It had cartoonish teen and skinny arms. It had red eyes and a big tongue.

“Who the heck are you shiny dude?”, Sukamon questioned as Dynasmon growled in disgust at it.

In the human world...

“It’s party time! Get that jerk Sukamon!”, Morikawa ordered as he pushed the buttons quickly.

Sukamon threw its poop at Dynasmon who effortlessly dodged.

“I think your a bit outmatched here dude.”, Izaki said sweating nervously.

In the digital world...

“How unfortunate these online battles as they are called don’t allow me to kill the other Digimon.”, Dynasmon complained as he simply raised up his hand and shot a beam of energy not even bothering to call out the attack name.

In the real world...

Sukamon hit the ground defeated as its hp bar hit zero and it fainted.

“One hit kill oof...You wanna take a crack at him next Izaki?”, Miwa said chuckling.

“No way, he’d obliterate me.”, Izaki refused as he raised his hands and shook his head.

“He’s still on let’s see how strong a mega Digimon is.”, Miwa said as he challenged The Blaster.

Kai looked over Miwa’s shoulder as the battle started.

In the digital world...

“This is a bit better...Hopefully you’ll be a bit more fun.”, Dynasmon said as he turned to Groundramon.

Groundramon was a green dragon Digimon with four legs and two arms where it’s wings would normally be. It’s tail was tipped with a spiked ball and it had a row of red spikes along its back. Groundramon tensed as it eyed the mega level Digimon.

“I don’t care if your mega! I’m gotta demolish you!”, Groundramon growled entering a fighting stance before charging at Dynasmon.

Dynasmon raised its fists as Groundramon swung its spiked tail.

“Megaton Hammer Crush!”, Groundramon called out.

It’s attack caused a dust cloud as it grinned cockily. It suddenly flinched as it felt it’s tail be grabbed. The dust dispersed to reveal Dynasmon holding its tail. It sweated nervously as Dynasmon swung it around by its tail as if it was weightless. It ended up crashing into some trees as it was swung before it was was thrown at a mountain.

In the human world...

“Oh, crap this guy means business!”, Miwa gasped as he hastily clicked the buttons.

Groundramon’s massive back hands outstretched out grabbing onto some trees, cushioning and stopping itself right before hitting the mountain.

“Woah! That was awesome Miwa!”, Izaki said as they noticed some kids crowding around.

“Your the guy fighting The Blaster?!”, one questioned.

“Yeah, this guy’s tough if I wasn’t careful he would instantly knocked out my Digimon. Though he has made it disoriented which isn’t good.”, Miwa replied.

“Avenge Sukamon, Miwa!”, Morikawa called out.

In the digital world...

Groundramon stumbled a bit as it tried to regain its bearings.

“Oh, so you will make this fun?”, Dynasmon questioned.

Groundramon growled angrily as it dug it’s way into the dirt. Dynasmon looked around for where Groundramon would strike. It stumbled a bit as fissures started forming in the ground.

“So, that’s your plan...”, Dynasmon said as it flew up.

In the human world...

“Dang it! Giga Crack missed! Though he is distracted!”, Miwa said as Morikawa, Izaki, and the kids cheered him on.

In the digital world...

Groundramon came up from behind Dynasmon and pinned it in its claws on its back trying to crush him.

“Scrap Claw! Get it because you’ll soon be scrap!”, Groundramon said.

Groundramon suddenly heard laughter as it noticed that Dynasmon’s health had barely dropped.

“Now way that impossible no Digimon could possibly survive my Scrap Claw?!”, Groundramon gasped as it squeezed tighter.

“Nice trick.”, Dynasmon said as it grabbed Groundramon arms and pried itself free.

Groundramon paled as Dynasmon looked back at him.

“However your tricks won’t work on me.”, Dynasmon said as it threw off Groundramon’s arms punched it hard sending it crashing down.

In the human world...

“Woah, it dealt that much damage from just a normal blow!? It took out over half Groundramon’s health!”, Izaki gasped.

“Mega Digimon really are strong! I can’t wait till Groundramon becomes a mega!”, Miwa said as he sweated nervously.

“How can he deal that much damage with a normal attack he must be cheating!”, Morikawa growled.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch it off guard again. Which along with its flight makes Giga Crack useless. Scrap Claw barley did anything and he caught Megaton Hammer Cush.”, Miwa thought.

In the digital world...

Dynasmon hovered over where Groundramon crashed.

“Aren’t you going to get up? I held back so that attack didn’t instantly wipe you out.”, Dynasmon asked.

Groundramon struggled up glaring at Dynasmon.

“What the heck is with that freak?! He’s a data type I should have the advantage even if he is mega!”, Groundramon thought.

“Do you intend to continue fighting?”, Dynasmon asked as Groundramon growled.

“I’ll get you!”, Groundramon roared as it charged Dynasmon swinging its tail and claws at him.

“Hmm...my new master really is such a softy they want me to end this already. Though, I will admit your struggle does look quite pathetic so I understand putting you out of your misery. My master desires it so it shall be so!”, Dynasmon said as it then held out its hand in front of Groundramon.

“What the heck are you blabbing about your stupid shiny jerk!”, Groundramon yelled.

“You should be honored to receive this mercy from my master! Dragon’s Roar!”, Dynasmon called out as a beam of light hit Groundramon.

In the human world...

“Looks like I lost.”, Miwa slumped seeing Groundramon’s hp hit zero.

The kids walked off afterwards.

“Seriously, to think The Blaster has a mega maybe he will become number 1.”, Izaki said.

“Looks like that match has Kai fired up.”, Miwa said as he looked at Kai clicking his V pet with a a intense look which was kinda menacing.

Izaki sweat dropped as he looked towards Kai imagining a fiery aura around the brunette.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be left in the dust. It’s time to train Tyrannomon!”, Izaki said.

“That Dynasmon really had quite the attitude...”, Morikawa grumbled.

“To be fair you can give your Digimon commands in battle but you can’t control what they say.”, Miwa replied.

[motherlifesucher-archives]

Story of Another Us l Shawn Mendes Imagine

a/n: Part 2 of Hogwarts!Shawn is coming soon, I just really wanted to post something and this came out, aaaand I decided to write it on third person, hope it’s not weird, I'm sorry if it’s confusing. I wanted to add that “Submit your name” thingy but I'm useless with technology and that stuff so anyway, hope you like It! <3 x

prompt: I got a long-term plan with short-term fixes and a wasted heart that just eclipses. (based on the song “Story of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer).

i) inside my head, I don't recall a single word, you hit me faster than I heard.

Shattered glass was scattered around the hotel room.

Shawn didn’t take notice of that for good ten minutes until someone was frantically knocking on his door.

Did he even have glasses on the room?

That’s when he saw the spilled white wine on the carpet and the broken glasses, creating an almost perfect puzzle.

He noticed something was missing, the room looked empty compared to how it was just three hours ago.

That’s when he noticed a large purple suitcase was missing.

Her suitcase.

He panicked; he remembered why the glass was scattered all over the floor and the reason behind the missing suitcase. 

He rushed to the door, hoping to see her tear-stained face with regret written all over her face, but instead he found his manager who was there to inform that it was time to head to the venue.

Shawn’s eyes widened and said he needed to go for her, only to find Andrew with a conflicted face.

“She left right after the fight.” Andrew informed Shawn.

“Which is exactly why I need to go find her!” Shawn tried to push Andrew out of his way.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You both said some pretty rough stuff.”

“I can’t wait to open this bottle of champagne.” she said happily.

“Me neither, babe.” Shawn kissed her lips while smiling.

“Give me two seconds, gotta check something on my laptop.”

“Sure thing,” Shawn smiled, “I just hope you’re okay with me filling your camera roll with selfies.” he said as he posed.

“You’re so silly.” she giggled.

Shawn’s voice softly singing Happier by Ed Sheeran was the only thing that could be heard on the room as (Y/N) scanned over the paper a professor had sent, until the iPhone on Shawn’s hand buzzed, indicating a message from someone called Liam.

He frowned, not knowing who he was or why he was asking his girlfriend to “please send him help because he couldn’t finish by himself”

“Who’s Liam?” Shawn asked out of the blue.

A frown formed on her face, “Liam? How do you know about him?”

“He just texted you.” Shawn showed the device on his hand.

“Oh, he’s just a friend.” she shrugged it off.

“Really? Doesn’t sound like it.”

She sighed, “What do you mean?”

“I mean you became nervous all of a sudden.”

“I didn’t, please don’t make assumptions.” She rolled your eyes before returning her attention to the laptop.

“I’m not making any assumptions, this looks pretty clear to me.”

“I’m sorry, but are you implying that I'm cheating on you?” she placed the laptop on the bed and crossed her arms over her  chest.

“No, but...”

“But that’s exactly how it sounds like.”

Shawn shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“You always are.”

“(y/n), i apologized. Can we please open this champagne and forget this?” Shawn sighed.

“I’m really not in the mood for champagne anymore.”

“There’s no way to keep you happy.” Shawn said throwing the phone on the bed.

“I’m sorry, am I the one jumping to conclusions because of text?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“You are getting worked up over nothing, dammit (y/n)!” Shawn threw the bottle to the carpeted floor, making her eyes widen.

“Are you crazy?! Why would you do that?!” she shouted, not noticing the tears falling down her face.

“We are not supposed to be fighting, we are supposed to be celebrating!” Shawn fired back.

“We were going to celebrate until you decided to be a jerk, dammit Shawn!” she imitated Shawn’s actions and threw the glass against the wall.

Shawn chuckled bitterly, “And I’m the crazy one? would you look at yourself, please?”

“I’m out of here.” she rushed to the other side of the room to gather her things.

ii) memories are pay-per-view, it costs too much to think of you.

It had been two weeks since the fight and he hadn’t heard from her.

Was he supposed to just give up and understand it was just over? Without even a phone call to make it official?

How was she doing? Was she as miserable as he was?

Memories were running wild on his head as he tried to grasp onto anything that could give him hope.

He could feel her soft hair on through his fingers, or her warm hands tracing figures along his chest as they watched any random movie playing.

He could picture her running around the hotel room because they were being rushed to the arena but she wasn’t ready, telling Shawn off for laughing at her.

He could hear her laugh through the phone when he told her a story of something that happened to him during a show, or the way her voice softened when she tried to make him feel better.

He wanted to throw the phone on his hand through the window so it wouldn’t count him with memories of the many adventures that had taken place over the years.

He was about to do that when someone knocked on the door.

He wiped the stray tears falling down his eyes with his index fingers before telling the person to come in.

He sighed when he noticed his sister’s figure making its way inside the room.

“You now, it’s kinda rude to fly your family across the world and barely acknowledge them.” Aaliyah took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, it’s been a rough few weeks.” he apologized.

His sister silently stared at him for a couple of seconds, “Have you called her?”

He huffed, “Like a thousand times.”

“Give her time, it’s been rough on her, she’s been having trouble at college, too...” Aaliyah said quietly, observing her brother’s reaction.

Shawn stayed silent, “So... you’ve talked to her?”

“Yeah, please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, it’s just...” he ran his hand through his hair, “What is taking her so long? I miss her, I'm falling apart here and she can’t bring herself to answer a fucking phone call.” Shawn placed his head between his hands as his body started shaking.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t talk about her,” Aaliyah tried to make him feel better, “Give her some time, and if she doesn’t come around then... it’s her loss.”

With those words, Shawn lifted his head.

“Should I stop trying?” he bit his lip nervously.

“You’re the only one who can answer that.”

iii) and now before our hope is lost, my heart is here, it's such a cross, tell me if you wanted it at all.

(Y/N) liked to pride herself saying no one knew Shawn like she did.

She knew everything there was to know about him.

Which was one of the reasons why she felt so miserable, because she knew he was taking the blame on everything, even if the both of them were just as guilty of everything that was going on.

She was childish and selfish, and she knew it.

After almost an hour of walking around her small apartment, she made the choice to dial his number.

Her heart rate picked up as she paced to the sound of the line, waiting for Shawn’s voice to flood her ears.

“Hello?” Shawn answered.

She took in a sharp breath, “Shawn, hey... It’s me.”

“I know.” His voice sounded cold yet nervous.

“A-are you busy? Because I can, I can totally call you later if you prefer.” she stuttered.

Shawn laughed humorlessly, “I’ve been waiting for you to call me, might as well get over with this thing sooner than later.”

“What do you mean get over with this thing?” she felt her heart plummet.

“I mean I’ve been a mess these past weeks and you didn’t bother to even send me a message, (Y/N)!”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to face it, I was being selfish, I know!”

“You weren’t able to talk to me but you talked to my sister! Don’t you see the problem here?!”

“Shawn, please I don’t want to keep fighting.” she said on the verge of tears, again.

“Well, too bad! I’m not in the mood to have a decent conversation with you right now, I was two weeks ago!” he almost screamed on the phone.

“Baby, please...”

“Don’t call me that, (Y/N).”

“Please don’t take this all on me!” she was going to continue but he interrupted.

“Of course I’m not! This is our fault, but I got sick of waiting!”

“It was only a few weeks...”

“A few weeks where I've been miserable! I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.” Shawn’s voice lowered.

“Our hope’s lost, then? If you want this to be the end...”

Shawn groaned, “you’re trying to turn this on me.”

“I am not...”

“Yes, you are! Trying to blame me for not wanting to talk to you right now!”

“We are going in circles.” she clutched the phone, almost hoping it’d break into a million pieces.

“I want this, I want you. I gave you all the time you needed, now you need to give me some time so we can sort this out.”

“Okay.” she said and hung up.

Both of them placed their heads between their hands to let out all their feelings.

iv) draw me beside you, where I'll be to remind you we're still first in line for the front row of last resorts.

The fight had taken place almost two months ago.

Shawn had taken his time before calling again, trying to sort everything out.

But it was hard.

Greetings seemed forced, he hesitated for minutes before sending a text.

It seemed like it didn’t make sense anymore, like there was nothing left that was worth fighting for.

But none of them wanted to let go, at least not yet. 

They were still coming up with new ways to keep their love alive. They knew the sparkle was there, it was just too scary to open up only to go back to a never-ending cycle where they’d both get hurt.

Shawn started calling her to wish her luck for her exams, letting her know he believed in her more than anyone did.

(Y/N) started calling him to wish him good luck before a show, reminding him to take good care of himself and not overthink things too much.

When he didn’t call her for two days she knew he wasn’t feeling well, but she didn’t feel comfortable enough to bluntly ask him what was going on, so instead she tried with things she knew would make a small smile appear on his lips.

I bet you Jo and Alex are getting back together this season. 

She anxiously waited for his reply, biting her lip because he wasn’t answering.

They’re not, I bet you a toblerone.

Her smile couldn’t grow bigger. 

v) this surprise ending I'm depending on could be the story of another us.

Shawn’s tour was over and he had asked her to go to his place so they could... sort things out.

He nervously walked around the place, not knowing what else to do until he saw her black car parked outside.

Her hands were shaking and her legs felt like jelly as she approached the door, ready to knock.

What was she supposed to do?

Hug him? Kiss him? Shake his hand? Curtly nod?

The situation was exhausting.

Except it never seemed so worth it until her eyes took into his messy curls and red cheeks.

“Hey.” he greeted,

“Hey...”

Shawn took into her appearance before shaking his head, “I’m sorry, come in.” he moved to the side so he wouldn’t be blocking the entrance.

“Thanks...”

Shawn asked if she wanted something to drink, only to be found with a pair of glossy eyes.

“I missed you.”

Shawn sighed, almost as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

“I missed you, too...” he wanted to approach her, but she crossed her arms.

“Shawn, our relationship is dead...” she said and he couldn’t believe his ears, “We are not who we used to be. That night changed everything for us.”

Shawn stayed silent, processing the words as he paced around the living room.

“You can’t just tell me that,” he said after a moment, “We’ve been through hell these past months, I thought it was getting better. I though we had a shot to actually making it.”

“It’s not gonna be the same.” she whispered.

“Of course not! We destroyed what we had, but that doesn’t mean we can’t rebuild.” Shawn said with emotion filling his voice.

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean you’re right, our relationship is not the same anymore, we can’t just stay together because it just wouldn’t work, but I love you and I know you love me.”

“You’re not making sense...”

“What I'm trying to say is that... Our relationship was over the moment I threw that bottle of champagne, but we’ve been rebuilding it from the moment I answered your phone call. This is a new beginning.”

“What, like a story of another us?”

He chuckled, “Exactly.”

“Like we never happened before?”

Shawn hesitated for a moment, “Let’s take it slow. I don’t know, let’s go on a second-first date.”

She laughed, “That sounds good to me.”

“Okay then, one step at a time.”

“Am I supposed to introduce myself again?” she asked.

“(Y/N), right?” Shawn played along.

“Yeah, you look very familiar but I can’t put my finger on it...”

“I’m kinda famous, not a big deal.” he shrugged.

“Can I hug you?” she asked out of the blue.

“I think we can work something out.” he smiled and circled his arms around her waist.

They stayed like that for a few seconds before she spoke:

“Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

“You owe me a Toblerone.”

[howtohero]

Today we’re going to cover a subject that I believe, in a perfectly sensible world, wouldn’t need covering. In my opinion this subject is the source of countless instances of unnecessary reckless endangerment and the cause of numerous deaths throughout superhero history. It’s a topic that I’ve voiced my opinion on before yet is still, despite my best efforts, a prevalent enough aspect of superhero culture that it bears covering. Today, for our fiftieth post, HowtoHero presents: 

#050 Child Sidekicks

Children Acquiring Powers You should never submit a child to some sort of experiment with the hopes of having them acquire powers so they can fight crime alongside you, but the fact of the matter is that children are just as likely to stumble across superpowers as any old old person. For this reason, it’s important for adult heroes to keep an eye out for children displaying signs of superpowers. If you do come across a child who can lift busses or turn into a mountain lion you actually should take them under your wing. Super children should be nurtured by an older superhero who has more experience that can help guide them through the often tumultuous and quite frankly, terrifying, road to mastering their powers. If they’re not they could very easily turn to a life of a crime and become full-blown supervillains. Powered children of all kinds including magic wielders (kids who stumbled upon magical artifacts, natural born wizards, reanimated mummies of Egyptian princes, etc.) aliens, sentient androids, mutants, or your run-of-the-mill survivors of freak accidents should be carefully monitored and evaluated by trusted psychologists and experienced superheroes before being allowed out into the field to actually start fighting crimes.

Codenames and Costumes Sidekicks should be given codenames and costumes that are evocative of their older mentors’. This isn’t just a cutesy brand-building thing to do. It’s actually important. Especially when you guys first start working together. This way if you and your child sidekick get separated people will know who they belong to. “Oh your name is Hatboy and you’re wearing a beanie, clearly you must be Hatman’s sidekick, I’ll call him and tell him I’ve found you.” It’s basically the equivalent of putting your name and phone number in your underwear in case you lose it. Or some other analogy that doesn’t conflate children with underwear. You get the vibes. Oftentimes this is as simple as switching out the “Man” or “Woman” in your codename with “Boy” or “Girl” (or “Lad” or “Lass” if you’re Scottish) or even just slapping the word “Kid” in front of your actual codename. As far as costumes go, your sidekick’s costume should at the very least incorporate your emblem in some way. Regarding color schemes, many sidekicks simply use the same deco as their mentor but this is not strictly necessary (none of this is actually necessary tbh). Some sidekicks wear costumes with colors that are inverted from those of their mentor’s or complete different colors that are complimentary. An important thing to be aware of is that for children, having a cool costume is much more important. If their costume is lame or doofy they’ll be made fun of by the other child sidekicks (children sidekick? Kiddiekicks?). Children are mean. Make sure your child sidekick has a cool costume. If they’re made fun of it will mess with their self-confidence and that’s no good when you’re fighting Halloween-themed Australian assassins. That’s when you need your confidence to be high. Outside of all this all of the regular superhero costume rules apply. Note: All child sidekicks should have full pants as part of their costumes if your child sidekick parades around without pants that’s only going to raise questions.

Secret Identities Maintaining your child sidekick’s secret identity is extremely important and this needs to be inculcated within them from a very young age. Children need to be reminded constantly not to blab about the super cool fact that they’re actual bona fide superheroes. Their friends might think it’s cool but do you know who else is gonna think that that’s super neat? Bad guys. Especially bad guys who enjoy murdering superheroes and their sidekicks. They’re just gonna love that. To maintain their secret identities children should continue attending school even after they fall in with a superhero. If they can they should be enrolled in a secret child superhero private school where they can be watched over by the faculty which is made up of retired superheroes and other non-active-superhero-superhumans. Some superheroes officially adopt their child sidekicks in their public personas, especially if they’re orphans or in the foster system. If your sidekick is perfectly happy living with their biological, adoptive or foster parents do not whisk them away against their will. [This is called kidnapping and is, in fact, a crime.] If your child sidekick has some other legal guardian whom they like and trust they should be kept in the loop about their child’s superhumanness and their super-activities. Maybe even have them sign some sort of permission slip. On a separate note, you yourself are also taking a tremendous risk in entrusting some snot nosed child with your secret identity. So make sure you’ve found yourself a trustworthy child. Make them pinky swear that they won’t reveal your secret identity. For children a pinky swear is the strongest form of oath.

Child Care Remember the huge hassle finding a doctor to patch you up on the down low was? Well now you’ve gotta do that all over again, but with a pediatrician. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to convince a pediatrician that taking a child with you to fight sewer-mutants is a good idea? Honestly, any doctor who agrees with your side of things is probably not a doctor you want to entrust this child’s care to anyhow! You’re better off just bringing the kid to a different random doctor every time they get hurt. No doctor is going to turn away an injured child. If you do this though you need to make sure that you’re very aware of the child’s medical history, allergies, and weaknesses since you’re not going to have a regular doctor who can keep all that stuff on file for you. Additionally, child sidekicks are especially appealing to supervillains, they make for easy hostages and bargaining chips and they present a ludicrously easy avenue for psychologically scarring a mentor. Do not let a supervillain kidnap your child sidekick. It won’t end well. Most likely it’ll end with your child sidekick being beaten to death with a crowbar. Nobody wants that. Well the bad guys want that. But I try to never take their opinion into account when I make sweeping general statements. Weave some sort of tracking device into your sidekick’s costume so you can always find them. Well I guess in that case you wouldn’t be able to find them if they took the costume off. Inject them with a tracking beacon. Make sure you can always find them. Another thing you could do to discreetly protect your child sidekick is to team them up with a highly trained pet sidekick. This is good for a number of reasons. Children love having pets so it will do wonders for a child sidekick’s morale. Plus, presumably if you’ve got an animal sidekick its already really good at fighting crime so it can help protect this practical infant from the harm you’re so recklessly putting them in! 

Vehicles Is your super-mobile even equipped to carry two people when one of them isn’t a prisoner? Is it child-friendly? Does it have seatbelts? It should really have seatbelts anyway but I don’t know if you’re invulnerable you might not care about that sort of thing. But if you have a child sidekick you need seatbelts. You also might need to be able to fit a booster or carseat. I don’t know how old this child is. You’re also gonna want to invest in a “child sidekick on board” bumper sticker so that in the event of a car accident, or if a giant robot steps on your car, paramedics will know that you’re a horribly irresponsible person who brings children with you to fight crime.

Training Taking on a sidekick is a full time job. When you’re not out fighting crime you need to be back at base training the kid to deal with anything that might come up while out in the field. For the first couple of months (or years!) you shouldn’t even let your sidekick out into the streets to (side)kick criminal butt. You should do your utmost best to prepare this child for any possible scenario. This way they’re never caught off guard and put in more danger than necessary. They should be given dossiers to study on every supervillain the super-community is presently aware of. You should conduct lessons on monster fighting and ancient-temple infiltrations. They should be taught how to perform exorcisms and given basic first aid training and be taught how to protect themselves from most superpowered attacks. Once you believe they’re ready to go out into the field they should at first be given support roles such as crowd-control or police and press liaison or debris-counter and cataloguer (this is the guy at every crime scene who has to go through the rubble at pick out all the pieces of detritus that resemble celebrities and/or prominent fictional characters). Then as time goes on you should find them a good and easy starter-villain to fight. Go see what Smuggles is doing. I’m sure he’d be happy to fight your sidekick. Nobody ever invites him out to do things anymore. Poor Smuggles. 

Bringing a Child Sidekick to an Active War-Zone Don’t. Just don’t do this. They will not survive the experience. And if they do somehow survive they’ll probably be captured by some shady evil organization and brainwashed into a super soldier assassin that murders people and that is also bad. Just don’t do this.

Comic Relief Child sidekicks can often inject a healthy dose of humor and quippery into regular bad guy bashing proceedings. This is good because it can allow you to focus on the actual important matters at hand such as strangling mad science mud monsters or trying to push a giant eldritch abomination back through a portal to another dimension with your bare hands.

Sidekick Teams Sometimes, if a bunch of sidekicks get together and decide that they aren’t being treated with adequate respect by their mentors they’ll band together and form their own sidekicks-only team. This is so dangerous. For everybody. Children don’t know how to operate and coordinate a superhero team. Somebody’s going to die. Maybe everybody. This is why you need to make sure sidekicks are never in the same room as one another. They can never be allowed to meet and commiserate. Or, as a compromise you can let them form their own team but with guidance from older superheroes. They should have a some kind of live in mentor who can help guide these fledgling superheroes and mold them into a cohesive crime fighting unit.

Growing Up and Moving On Child sidekicks won’t be children forever (in most cases), eventually they’re going to grow up and want to strike out on their own. They’ll most likely take on a new codename and design a new costume for themselves and, depending on how your breakup goes, they’ll move to another town that they feel is in need of a defender. When this happens, and provided that you think that they’re capable of taking this step, you need to be supportive. The more supportive you are of this move the more likely they’ll be to still consult with you and seek your experienced superhero wisdom on matters pertaining to their new careers. If you get offended that they want to leave you and throw a whole hissy fit and change your phone number so they can never call you, you’re only putting them in danger. And I get that if you had a child sidekick in the first place you probably don’t care too much about endangering them but if by some miracle they’ve survived their entire tenure in your care wouldn’t you want to keep that streak going? It’d be such a waste for them to die now. You’ve accomplished an impossible thing, don’t blow it now!

Super-Families Some superheroes are so good at successfully training and mentoring sidekicks into full-grown superherohood that they create a sort of empire or super-family with themselves as the patriarch. These heroes are often a more loyal and cohesive unit than the average superhero team with members viewing each other as family whom they would go to extreme lengths to assist. Former sidekicks can also bond with each other over their shared mentor’s personal brand of training through psychological scarring and perching on rooftops like he’s a gosh danged gargoyle.

Legacies If this young, minimally trained, frail child somehow outlives you they may decide to take on your name and carry on your legacy. That’s pretty neat I think. They’re especially likely to do this if you leave them a cryptic trail of clues that sets them off on a wild goose chase that leads them to a storage facility that contains a recording you left that tells them you think they’re ready, not to step into your shoes, but to take your name and turn it into something greater. And then the back wall of the storage locker magically slides back to reveal a costume that is a blend of your two costumes that looks totally baller. If you do that they’ll definitely carry on your legacy and continue you to perform acts of extreme heroism in your name. Just something to think about.