#Hanging out with a New Light and oops my hand slipped! The gun was already there I just got spooked :((

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I spent like the bare minimum time and effort on this I just wanted to draw the Sillies.

On the left is my friend @wormeythingz exo warlock Martyr-6 with my awoken hunter Vera. Martyr apparently has a god complex. This....will not end well. Bro better get that growth arc Soon or Vera gonna beat their ass.

[marvelslut16]

I trust you

Prompt number: 31 “I trust you”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Part two to Trust me for once.

Rating: T

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions blood, violence, and death. A lil angst. 

A/N: I just want to write for Bucky for the rest of fictober, someone stop me please. I don’t know why I love this fic so much, but I do. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep messing with me lmao. I passed 500 followers and I can’t possibly begin to explain how much that means to me and how much I love each and every one of you! When I started my Tumblr last year to write some shitty self indulgent fanfics I never thought anyone would ever read them. I never imagined having 500 people following my shitty blog. 

In the week and a half since Hydra had captured you, Bucky has been spiraling. When he got to the quinjet and turned to look for you, his heart fell into the pit of his stomach when he couldn’t find you. Everything you had said to him in the warehouse started to make more sense, you phrashed things a specific way; ‘so long as it gets you out of here safely.’ He knew you weren’t coming, but he still made Steve keep the quinjet there and wait until it was almost too late and the team was under attack again.

Back at the compound Bucky spends all of his time in his room or down in the gym punching- and breaking- one of the many punching bags, throwing his knives at targets, and working on his shooting. He isn’t sleeping and he isn’t eating, he won’t even talk to Steve when the super soldier tries to get him to talk- whether it be about what happened in the warehouse or anything in general. 

Steve, Sam, and Tony are exhausting every resource they have to find you, Hydra had moved you to another location as soon as the quinjet was out of sight of the base. On the rare occasion Bucky isn’t in the gym or his room, he's hovering over the shoulders of the three men hoping he’ll see something they missed. He doesn’t, and only succeeds in annoying aforementioned men with his brooding stares and silence. 

Bucky has nightmares on a daily basis again, something that his time in Wakanda with Shuri and T’Challa had gotten rid of. The only difference this time is he doesn’t see himself. He sees everything he went through, all the tourture he endured and the innocent bloodshed, but instead of him you’re in his shoes. He watches you get your brain turned into mush in the damn chair. He watches you forgetting everyone- forgetting him- and then going after the Avengers because you don’t know any better. He can never wake up from the nightmares, he’s stuck in them until he watches you die or you kill him. 

Twelve days after you’re taken, Bucky's down in the gym, sitting on a chair because the memories of you in the warehouse are consuming him. You saying that he hates you and to just trust you for once are playing on repeat. How could you think he doesn't trust you?

“I trust you!” he screams into the empty gym, wishing he’d told you so in the warehouse, hurling the knife that was resting in his hand into the wall across from him. He goes to run his hands through his long strands of hair, forgetting he had cut most of it off, something you would refer to as pulling a Britney. He has no idea what that even means, but you say it everytime you or Nat impulsively cut your hair super short. Instead he pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to push the memories away. “I could never hate you.”

Steve enters the gym quietly, observing his best friend for a few minutes. He’s never seen him this bad before, not even when he was consumed by guilt when he realized all of the innocent lives that were lost by his hands. Steve was aware that Bucky has had feelings for you since he saw you, immediately becoming infatuated with your beauty. His feelings continued to grow when he learned your humor, sarcasm, intelligence, and saw your skill in battle. Steve knew Bucky was intimidated and nervous, not as skilled with the women like he was seventy years ago and that’s why he didn’t talk to you, but Steve never realized that Bucky cared this much. 

“Hey Buck,” Steve finally speaks, causing Bucky to stand up and pretend he wasn’t just having a breakdown. “We’ve got something.”

Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead he brushes past Steve and walks out of the gym. Steve quickly leads the way to the lab, filling Bucky in on the new development. Hydra is streaming a live feed of you chained to a chair right to every computer and television screen in the compound. When the two get to the lab, packed with the rest of the Avengers huddling around the same screen, Bucky see’s you for the first time in twelve days. The first time you aren’t a figment of his imagination. You’re bruised and bloody: split lip with dried blood on your chin; dried blood on your forehead from where you must have wiped the blood from the cut on your eyebrow so it didn’t drip into your eyes before you were chained to the chair; you’re left eye black, blue, and bruised; your skin has a yellow hue and your cheeks are hollow from malnutrition. 

Bucky wants to scream, he wants to put a fist through a wall, and he wants to kill whoever laid a hand on you. The Avengers watch quietly as he squeezes through the gaps in the group's huddle so he can be by the screen. By you. You aren’t staring at the camera, instead staring straight in front of you, where he imagines Hydra agents are standing. 

“You don’t want another Winter Soldier,” your voice is the exact opposite of your appearance, it’s still so strong and determined. “You want the Winter Soldier. You wanted us to intercept the messages and show up at the base, it was an ambush.” 

“Very good, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a man speaks off screen, he has a thick Russian accent, but Bucky doesn’t recognize it. “The only problem was that you seemed to figure it out that day, and ruined our plans.”

“Oops?” your sarcasm garners another slap, the ring on the man's hand causing a gash on your cheekbone. “It’s been what, over a week? How long are you gonna keep me?”

“Until Soldat switches places with you,” you let out a loud bark of a laugh that echoes off the walls in the small room. 

“Bucky, your Soldat, he won’t sacrifice himself for me,” you laugh at the man interrogating you.

“We learned of his affections for you-” you cut him off with another laugh. 

“You need to fire whoever told you that,” you can’t stop laughing at the absurdity that came out of the Hydra agents mouth. And you don’t care if he becomes angry and annoyed with you, you’re gonna get killed no matter what. Your eyes quickly flick to the camera set up on your left, the one the Hydra agents thought you hadn’t seen, before continuing knowing the Avengers had to be seeing all of this. “The only affection Bucky has for me is hatred. He hates me, there’s no way he’d switch places for little old me. You should have captured literally anyone else if you wanted him to be upset. He can’t stand me! We can’t even hold a simple conversation, and he always leaves the room when I’m in it. We were only paired up on this mission because of a fluke accident. Face it, you fucked up. I’m worthless to your Soldat.”

“That’s not true!” Bucky feels like he’s yelling it at the screen, but his protest is only a whisper. The rest of the team watches him with sad eyes, he’s looking at you so longingly. Trying to will you to understand how he feels about you through the screen. As if on cue, you glance at the camera again, giving it a sd smile, accepting your fate. A loud ping comes from one of the computers in the lab, but Bucky keeps eye contact with you, even though he knows you can’t see. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until his flesh hand is pressed against the television.

“We’ve got a location!” Tony yells, already calling for his suit. 

“Then you’re worthless to me!” the hydra agent growls, stopping the team in their tracks who were on their way to change. 

“No,” Bucky pleads, when he hears the safety of a gun clicking off.  

“Any last words for your precious Avengers?” the man asks you, gesturing to the camera, he hadn’t noticed you’d already seen it. 

“I’d say tell my family I love them,” you’re openly talking to the camera now. “But I don’t have any. So thank you for being the family I never had, and the family I always wanted. I love every single one of you.”

A tear slips from your non swollen eye, a matching one rolling down Bucky’s cheek. The screen goes black, a gun goes off, and then the feed cuts completely. “No!” he screams, going to punch a hole in the television, but his fist goes right through due to it being Stark technology. 

“Where are you going?” Steve calls as Bucky heads to exit to the lab, no one else moving, too shocked to register everything that just happened. 

“Let’s go kill those bastards,” is his gruff response, heading towards the hanger with the Quinjet since he’s already dressed in his tactical gear from his time in the gym. 

Steve and Tony are the first ones dressed and ready to go, but the latter hangs back so Steve can talk to his best friend privately. Steve doesn’t say anything when he sits beside the brunette, he doesn’t know where to begin. 

“(Y/N) died thinking I hated her Stevie,” Bucky’s voice breaks. “I kept my distance cause I didn’t want to hurt her. And then I saw her with Sam and I was jealous so I started to ignore her more. I pushed her away because I was scared and jealous. And now she’ll never know that I love her.”

--

A shot rings through the small room you’re stuck in, the bullet lodging into the wall beside your head. You glance at the camera, finding the red light off. Your team, your family thinks you're dead. That was his damn plan, he knows they’ll come to avenge you. 

“Sit tight,” he smirks, the barrel of his gun coming into contact with your skull, effectively knocking you out. 

Your head is heavy and pounding in pain when you finally come to. Outside the door you can hear screams and guns going off at rapid speed. You cringe away from the sound when someone uses their body to break open the door to your room. The sound of familiar footsteps clomping towards you causes you to perk up, it’s Bucky. You can’t open your eyes or even move your head towards the sound to alert him that you’re okay, but you hear a whispered “thank god,” when he hears your steady heartbeat. From the crunching sound you can tell Bucky used his vibranium hand to crush the handcuffs keeping you attached to the chair. 

He picks you up bridal style, holding you close to his warm chest. You involuntarily cuddle into the warmth, causing Bucky to smile lovingly down at you. “I’ve got you now,” he whispers, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to put pressure on your many cuts. 

When you wake up again, you're in the familiar sterile medbay at the compound. A heavy weight is on your hand, looking over you notice it’s Bucky's hands clutching yours, his head tipped back on the seat he’s in.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Sam smirks at the scene from the doorway, holding a falcon stuffed animal. You playfully roll your eyes at the gift, but reach for it with your free hand. Bucky starts to stir, so Sam gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads for the door again. “Tinman’s whipped.”

The first thing you notice when you glance at Bucky again is his hair. He cut it all off when you were gone. As much as you loved his luscious locks and thought he was hot with them, he’s undeniably sexy with the short hairstyle. “You cut your hair,” Bucky immediately wakes up the rest of the way at your voice, ocean blue eyes staring into yours. “It looks good on you.”

“You could have died,” his voice exasperated. “And the first thing you mention is my hair. I’ve been worried sick, (Y/N)!”

“I was fine,” you roll your eyes, trying not to think of just how close to death you came. “I’m fine now.” 

“Next mission I get to call the shots,” he grumbles. “I’m not having the woman I love almost die for me again.”

“I love you too Buck,” you ignore the fact that he didn’t mean for you to hear his confession. “Why else would I be willing to die for you?”

He shoots out of his seat, eyes wide as he stares down at you. You push up to a sitting position, moving to the side of the bed, motioning for Bucky to lay beside you. He seems to debate with himself about whether he should or not, before finally laying down and gently pulling you into his arms. You crane your neck up to look into his eyes, he leans down and your lips meet timidly at first. It quickly turns into a slow loving kiss, the two of you wanting to prolong for as long as you can. You reach a hand up, caressing his face before slipping it through his now short locks.

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[lyssismagical]

in my need, you have always been there

Parkner Week Day Ten: “We’re going to frame you for murder” / canon-compliant / villain au

okay i know I’m like eleven days late but I got busy oops but here we are! the last installment of parkner week !! 

 Keeping his family safe was his number one priority as soon as Beck had appeared all over the news, so he made sure Happy was with May, and that MJ was going home with plans to talk to Ned, and then he started running.

He didn’t have time to pack a bag, not with the citizens of New York turning against him. They knew his face, they were staring and jeering and throwing things, there was nowhere for him to hide so close to everything. So he boarded a bus, hood pulled low over his face and eyes downcast, empty-handed aside from his phone and his wallet.

And then he was on the run.

It sounded so dramatic, even in his head, to be on the run. Despite having particularly bad periods with money in the past, Peter had only ever technically been homeless once and it was only for three nights, living out of May’s old car.

Peter doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have a passport, he’d lost it somewhere in Europe a few weeks prior. He only has a few dollars on him. His wounds from Beck in Europe still haven’t entirely healed, he’s still limping and his shoulder twinges.

Most people he knows lives in New York, and he definitely can’t stay anywhere near the whole state. He’s only ever even left New York three times. DC for Academic Decathlon, Germany with the Avengers, and the Europe trip for school.

Now, he’s apparently moving out of New York, on his own, with no money.

“Last stop!” the bus driver calls out, looking over at Peter, the last one on the bus. He doesn’t know where he is, where he’s going,  anything. But he gets off the bus, onto a dark, empty street, and watches as the bus peels away from the sidewalk, leaving him.

He made it to New Jersey. Not far enough, not yet. He needs somewhere to hide away for a few weeks, at the very least, until Pepper can figure this whole thing out.

As if on cue, his phone rings.

He’s about to decline it, he doesn’t want to talk to anybody he just left behind. He definitely doesn’t want to talk to May or Ned who will try to change his mind about running away. But it’s not them, it’s an unknown number.

“Hello?” Peter says, voice trembling already. He’s cold and tired and the fear of spending the night somewhere on the streets makes him desperately want to call May, get her to come save him.

“Peter Parker, right?” the voice asks, no tell of who it is beyond the southern lilt to his voice. “We met a couple months ago. At the… At the funeral?”

The hero flinches harder than he’d like to admit at the reminder of who’s not here. If Tony were here, Peter wouldn’t have had to fight Beck on his own, his identity wouldn’t have been leaked, and most of all, he wouldn’t be on his own right now.

Peter doesn’t remember much from the funeral, most of it having blurred away through his grief. He thinks he can remember a pair of bright blue eyes and a hand on his shoulder from who must’ve been the guy on the phone, but he can’t place a name of fill in the missing gaps.

“Sorry, I-”

“Harley Keener,” the boy says, not even phased at being forgotten. “I was the kid who talked about a potato gun? It’s not important. What matters is I just saw you on the news.”

Peter would’ve thought the potato gun idea would’ve sparked some memory, but he really can’t remember anything from that day. He can barely even remember what he said, himself, so it’s a lost cause to remember one Harley Keener.

“Why does it matter?”

Harley lets out a little laugh, the sounds of traffic washing over it. “You’re running away, aren’t you? You have a place to go?”

“No,” Peter admits half-heartedly. He doesn’t have any kind of plan.

“Alright, well, if you need a place to stay, Rose Hill is full of people who don’t care enough to watch the news, and I’ve got a couch with your name on it,” Harley says, voice light and breezy.

Peter frowns, moving closer to the nearest alley to get away from the prying eyes of the last few people wandering the streets. He tucks his arms close to his body, ankle aching with the pressure on it. “Rose Hill?”

“Tennessee, my friend.” Harley laughs again, bright and easy. “You wanna come stay with me while this whole thing blows over?”

“In Tennessee?” Peter’s not exactly sure why he feels like he’s stuck in molasses, unable to comprehend the offer. “With you?”

“Wow, harsh much. Listen, I’m on my way to come pick you up and get you somewhere safe, but it’ll take me a good ten hours to make up the distance, even speeding down backroads. Is there anywhere near where you are you could stay for one night?”

Peter frowns, looking up and down the street at the empty darkness, nobody here would be willing to let a poor kid sleep on their couch, and he certainly doesn’t know anybody living in New Jersey aside from one of May’s old coworkers, Janet, who used to babysit for Peter before she moved. Even then, he has no idea where Janet is, nor does he have anyway to contact her.

“I’ll, uh, yeah, I can figure it out,” he says, though he doesn’t think there’s any options. If he has to, he can spend the night in the alley if it means having somewhere warm and safe when he wakes up. “Thank you, Harley, I don’t know how-”

“Don’t sweat it.” Harley swears a few times under his breath. “I’ve gotta stop for gas in a second. Text me where you are, I’ll be there as soon as I can, yeah? And call me if you need anything.”

Peter nods a few times, looking down his alleyway into the darkness and shivers. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Good.”

Harley doesn’t bother with pleasantries or goodbyes, just hangs up the phone.

Peter slips down the alley, phone tight in his hand, and finds a nice spot between two big dumpsters, wedging himself in and trying to mentally prepare himself for calling it a night. Ten hours. He can do ten hours here.

* He doesn’t manage to do more than drift off, not really sleeping, arms tucked around himself like he’s trying to be his own blanket.

He keeps half his attention on his watch, keeping count of how much time he has left, and leaving his phone off, not wanting to drain the battery.

There’s only three hours left when his phone rings again.

“I’m getting gas and snacks, I’m in Virginia. Just a few more hours until I’m there. Anything you want me to pick you up?”

Peter’s teeth are chattering so hard he can barely get out a few words. “Something warm?”

Harley curses a few times and then there’s the sound of coins hitting a counter. “Are you- Fucking hell, I thought you were going to stay with somebody? Are you outside?”

“Alley,” Peter says, shivers wracking his body. At least that’s a good thing. Through his hazy memory, he thinks shivering’s a good thing. It’ll be bad if he stops shivering.

“Shit, okay, you know it’s fucking freezing out, don’t you? What kind of- Okay, I’ll make it two hours, okay? Can you do two hours? I’ve got a few blankets in the back of my car and I’ll make sure to pick you up a nice hot coffee or something. Is that okay?”

Peter nearly drops his phone, fingers going numb. “Mm, ‘kay. Two hours.”

“Two hours, Peter. Gotta hang on until then, yeah?”

“Yeah… Also,” Peter almost forgets where he’s going with his train of thought. “Also, gummy bears.”

“Gummy bears?” Harley echoes and then he laughs, a touch hysterical. “I can get you gummy bears, Peter. Anything else?”

Peter thinks for a long moment, eyes slipping shut. “A hug?”

There’s a beat of silence followed by more cursing and then a door opening and closing. Harley’s voice is soft, though, when he speaks. “I’ll give you the warmest hug in the world when I get to you, okay?”

“’kay.”

“Good. Two hours, you hear me, Parker?”

“Two hours.”

* Despite already promising two hours for a nearly three hour trip, Harley makes it in an hour and a half.

Peter hears the truck engine and he knows he should get up, meet Harley on the sidewalk, at the very least, pry himself out for between the dumpsters, but his legs are numb, thoughts escaping him, so he stays put, listening for the telltale footsteps.

“Peter?” Harley spots him a second later, face drawing up in worry and fear. “Oh shit, Peter, come on. Let’s get you out of there. Come here.”

Harley seems to understand that Peter’s incapable of getting up on his own, so he does most of the work of pulling Peter up and onto his feet, and then letting Peter lean most of his weight against the southerner’s side.

“T’ank you,” Peter stutters still, shaking from head to toe but feet too numb to do more than drag on the pavement as Harley drags him over to his running truck.

The older boy lifts him into the passenger seat, barely blinking an eye as he tugs off his hoodie and yanks it over Peter’s head. He grabs a thick blanket from the backseat and wraps it around Peter’s shoulders and puts a second one over his legs.

“That good?” Harley asks nervously. He looks over at the steaming coffees waiting for them, but he doesn’t seem to trust Peter’s hands to carry one.

Peter shakes his head, carefully extracting his arms to reach out for the other boy. He’s too tired to feel embarrassed by the silent request, mouth pouting and eyes undoubtedly sad and pleading.

“Oh, come here,” Harley says, voice dripping with sympathy. He wraps Peter up in his arms, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. Just as promised, it’s the warmest hug in the world. “I would’ve left sooner if I’d known. Pepper only called me after you’d left and then I had to convince Mom to let you crash with us and to let me skip school tomorrow… Anyways, you’re safe now. Nobody’s going to find you in Rose Hill.”

The warmth of Harley’s arms around him, the gentle smell of coffee and gasoline, the promise of safety, it makes Peter feel safe and makes the shivers dissipate.

“Thank you,” he repeats, tucking his head against the crook of Harley’s neck, taking a slow breath.

Harley smiles gently, only pulling back when Peter loosens his grip, as though he’d hold Peter as long as he wanted to.

“I’ll take care of driving, you sleep and eat your gummy bears and drink your coffee. It’s another twelve hours till we get home.”

Peter frowns, enough of a mind to worry about Harley. “You don’t want to take a break? You’ll be driving like twenty-four hours total.”

“It’s cool, don’t you worry about me. I’ll stop if I have to.”

Harley finally slips away from him, closing the door and then climbing into the driver’s seat, gunning the engine and starting off on their journey back to Tennessee.

“I still can’t believe this happened,” Peter admits. His shoulder throbs where the seatbelt digs into his old wound. “I was framed for murder. I was painted as a villain. After everything he did to me, everything he pretended to be… I thought it’d be enough for him to try to kill me and all my friends, to hit me with a fucking train, to betray me like he did, but no. He had to make it public, out my identity, call me a fraud. I just- I don’t know how I’ll ever bounce back from this.”

“You haven’t been on social media, have you?” Peter was expecting it to be a bad thing, but Harley’s smiling. He shakes his head. “It’s trending everywhere. Things like Spider-Man’s-A-Hero or hashtag I-Stand-With-Spidey. People telling stories of everything you did for them, how much you’ve meant to them. There’s always going to be people who don’t like you, but there’s also people who know what you’ve done for New York and the world.”

Peter frowns, looking over at Harley. The angle makes his jaw look strong and sharp, but Peter chides himself for focusing on it. “People are standing with me?”

“Course they are,” Harley says like it’s obvious. He throws a smile in Peter’s direction. “You’ve spent, what? Three years? Working tirelessly to reduce crime, save people’s lives, even last year, you saved the world. Of course they’re standing with you.”

It’s the last piece of reassurance Peter needs to get comfortable in his seat, curling up tightly and pulling his hood up over his head, and finally letting himself fall asleep in the comfort of Harley’s truck.

* By the time they finally reach Rose Hill, it’s night again.

Harley’s yawning, fingers tapping against the wheel as they pull up onto a gravel driveway, engine cutting off.

“Home sweet home,” Harley murmurs, helping Peter unbuckle his seatbelt. “Come on, I’ll show you around real quick, you can get a shower, and then you can sleep, okay?”

Peter nods, hopping out of the car and checking, almost obsessively to make sure his phone and wallet are still tucked in his pockets. He lets Harley wrap his arm around his waist, letting himself fall lax in his grip, following Harley up to the house.

It’s warm in the house too, smelling of laundry and baking. There’s a girl curled up on the couch, watching what looks like an old sitcom on the TV. She looks up when they walk in, face falling into a frown.

“You were gone for over twenty-four hours, Harley,” she says, turning her nose up petulantly. “Mom was worried.”

“She’s been stress-baking?” Harley questions, but he shakes his head before the girl can answer. “Peter, this is my little sister, Abbie. Abbie, this is Peter. He’s staying here for a couple weeks.”

Abbie’s eyes narrow as she looks him over and he’s immediately self-conscious. He probably looks awful, he probably smells like garbage, he’s probably dirty.

But she shrugs and offers a smile. “Welcome to Rose Hill, Peter. Home of douchebags and failures. Good luck ever getting out.”

Harley rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue with her. He tightens his grip on Peter’s waist, leading him out of the living room, up the stairs, and into a bathroom.

Peter showers quickly, not sure how much he trusts his own legs to hold him up. And when he gets out, there’s a pile of Harley’s clothes waiting for him. The hoodie is much too big, falling over his shoulders and down to his thighs, covering his hands, and the pants aren’t much better, barely staying up on his hips, but they’re warm and they smell like Harley, and they make him feel safe.

Harley’s waiting for him in the bedroom across the hall, sprawled out on a bed, looking seconds away from passing out.

“Do you have a pillow?” Peter blurts before he can stop himself. “You said, uh, that I’d be staying on the couch, sorry. Was wondering if-”

“Honestly, I really don’t care if you’d wanna crash here with me,” Harley says, voice slurring with exhaustion. He kicks at a blanket near his foot. “There’s enough space for you. Plus, it gets cold downstairs at night, wouldn’t want you freezing to death again.”

Peter can feel the blush creeping up his neck, but he holds himself together as he silently accepts the invitation, slipping into the space left on the bed. He tugs the blanket up and over his shoulders, letting himself sink into the mattress.

The older boy is like a heater at his side, radiating warmth, eyes already closed, hair like a halo around his tan, freckled face. He peeks open one of his eyes. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

Harley laughs, unashamedly tossing his arm around Peter’s waist, who immediately relaxes in his hold. “Just teasin’. Go to sleep. Mom will no doubt have me up and ready for school in less than five hours.”

Peter’s not exactly sure how living in Tennessee is going to work out, he doesn’t know how long it’ll take until everything blows over, he doesn’t know how long it’ll be until he can say May and Ned and MJ again.

But he knows one thing.

He really likes staying here with Harley and he knows Harley will keep him safe and happy until he can return to New York.

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Pygmalion

Word Count: 2,258 (oops) Character: Sam Adams A/N: I don’t even know what to say aside from that this made me laugh at myself the entire time. Happy Birthday to everyone’s favorite rebel, and a huge shout out to everyone’s favorite custom pop artist. 

(ARTIST APPRECIATION SUBMISSION) 

Happy Sunday friends! And a very happy 298th birthday to the one and only dirty rotten rebel bastard, Sam Adams! This submission made me so happy because it’s SO creative and the artist is incredibly talented and absolutely deserves this spotlight. I have to admit that I was far too terrified to write a longer, period appropriate piece for Sam, but this idea pop-ed (see what i did there??) into my head and I ran with it. 

So thank you to the anon who sent this submission in for @its-my-little-dumpster-fire​ ‘s custom Sam Adams Funkopop! And thank YOU Mrs. Dumpster-Adams, for sharing your incredible artwork with us all! The submission also mentioned the amazing illustrations that you added to your masterlist and the animated art you shared for a few of the characters- Neil in all his sparkly glory was my favorite! You astound me with your ceaseless list of talents, woman. There’s literally nothing you cannot do if you try your hand at it. So from this anon and I to you: THANK YOU FOR GIFTING US ALL WITH THIS FANTASTIC, FUN FANART. YOU ARE TALENTED. YOU ARE APPRECIATED. YOU ARE A WEALTH OF HISTORICAL INFORMATION AND OBSESSIONS, AND YOU WOULD MAKE AN EXCELLENT COLONIAL. Too bad it’s 2020...

(Would you just lookit the detail!!! My goodness.)

Pygmalion

This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening. You kept your hands at ten and two as the city lights faded, giving way to the darker country roads, your grip on the wheel so iron fisted that the bones of your knuckles were straining at your skin. It can’t be happening, because if it is then I’m crazy and I’m not crazy, so… You nodded to yourself. So it’s not happening. I’m going to look to my right and he’s not going to be there because this is not happening. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you exhaled slowly and turned your head towards the passenger seat, expecting - hoping- to be met with nothing but the pattern of your material interior. But instead your eyes landed first upon a pair of legs in linen trousers before scanning upwards and taking in a thigh length overcoat atop a dark waistcoat, the color of which you couldn’t be sure was from dye or dirt, accessorized with a mustard cravat. It was strange attire to see sitting in your passenger seat, but even stranger was the man wearing it. A tricorn hat that he’d been wearing was now sitting on his lap, his long hair corralled in a small tail at the base of his skull. Shit. It is happening. I am crazy. Okay. You let out a little puff of air that was part laughter, part disbelief and part surprise as you flicked your eyes back to the road. 

Samuel Adams- or at least that’s who he claims to be- was sitting in your passenger seat. Either that or you were having the most vivid dream that your brain had ever conjured. You cast another sidelong glance at the man, who was gripping the handle above the window with his right hand, his left clutching the chest strap of his seatbelt. You’d had to reach across him to pull the belt down and into the lock, his earthy scent filling your nostrils as you did. Leather. Tea leaves. Gunpowder. Dirt. He smelled exactly as you always thought that he might, which briefly made you question why you’d spent so much time thinking about that, but you were distracted by his startled jump as you clicked the seatbelt into its lock. After convincing him that it was a safety measure and that you would be wearing one, too, he watched in awe as you drew your own seat belt down and pressed it into the locking device, the word ‘remarkable’ slipping from his whiskered lips in an astonished gasp. If this is a dream, I can wake myself up. Keeping one hand on the wheel, you took the other off to pinch yourself, hard, using your fingernail to bite into the fleshy part of your bicep. 

“Ow.” You muttered to yourself. Okay, so it isn’t a dream. I have a founding father in my car… completely normal. 

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Your day had started out just like any other; just a humdrum Sunday, which meant taking the dogs out before heading into work for the morning, and running to the grocery store since you’d been putting it off all week and all that was left at home were a few packets of Ramen that were older than the framed degree hanging above your desk. The only exception was that today happened to be Sam Adams’ 298th birthday, and since you were new to the Boston area, and since you were quite possibly the biggest American History buff in the state if not the country, you decided to head downtown to see what kind of festivities that the city had planned. The brewery was more packed than usual, as was Griffin’s Wharf, both locations offering special tours and discounts in honor of Boston’s favorite son. But you weren’t looking for a drink, and you’d already visited the wharf when you had come out to Boston looking for a place, so instead you spent the day at the State House, walking the FreedomTrail, and eventually ending up at Faneuil Hall, where the man of the hour’s likeness stood tall in bronze, surveying his city. “Happy Birthday Sam,” you said to the statue, “wish you were here so you could see all the hullabaloo the city kicked up for you today.” But you hadn’t been expecting a star to shoot across the sky at the very second that those words left your lips, and having had your fill of the city for one day, you turned to head back towards where you’d parked your car. That was when a searing flash of light came from right behind you, making you spin back around to see what had caused it.

What the he- the thought died mid word as your mouth dropped and your eyes grew to the size of the silver coins you’d seen displayed in one of the exhibits earlier that day. Blinking furiously as though the rapid opening and closing of your eyelids would change what you were seeing, you told yourself that what you were seeing couldn’t be real. And yet, the pedestal holding Mr. Adams’ statue was empty, and there was a man standing beside it that looked as though he had just stepped from the pages of one of the many  history texts you kept on shelves and tables and in piles on the floor of your home. What...the...hell? 

The stranger before you seemed just as stunned as you were, the overwhelmed look on his face turning to one of horrified shock as he took in the sites and sounds of the city. Oh my god. This is...this can’t be… Oh. My. God. Just as the bell from a pizza delivery man’s bicycle chimed, the colonial time traveler jumped back, one hand going to the holster on his waist, dirty fingers seeking out the pistol that hung there. Oh, that’s not good. You had no clue what was going on, where the man came from or what kind of trick this was, but you knew for certain that a colonial era gun going off in the city’s center would only make things worse. 

Stepping forward, you held up your hands and approached the man like you might approach a frightened horse. “Hey there, it’s- No! No, I’m not going to hurt you, just…” You pumped your hands, heart racing as he lowered his pistol shakily. Releasing a relieved breath, you wondered how on Earth this was happening, and why on Earth it was happening to you. “There you go, easy. It’s okay.” 

“Who are you, miss, and..and where...what’s…” he worriedly looked around, taking in the tall buildings, streets paved and crowded with vehicles, and bright lights. “What’s happened to Boston?” 

Oh boy. I swear, the crazies really sniff me out, don’t they? But you couldn’t ignore the fact that where just moments ago there was a huge, heavy, solid bronze sculpture of your favorite founding father, there now stood an empty plinth. And a man who looked like he had never taken a shower in his existence. You told him your name, which he repeated immediately in his serious tone as though to commit it to memory. “Um...nothing’s happened to Boston per say, it’s…” you struggled to find the right words. “Do you...do you know what year it is, sir?” 

“What year it is? Why of course I...it’s 1778, but I…” he looked back at the empty structure and then again at you, confusion only growing in his warm brown eyes. “Something isn’t right, something’s…something isn’t right.” 

“Alright, it’s alright, d’you…” you cleared your throat. “What’s your name?” 

“Samuel. Adams.” He reached up to remove the hat from his head, touching it to his chest. Beneath the hat his unkempt hair was flattened aside from the strands that hung free around his forehead. “My friends call me Sam.” 

I was afraid that’s what you would say. You sighed. “Alright, Sam.” I can’t believe I’m… You suddenly realized that while the two of you had yet to garnish any attention, the fact that the Sam Adams statue had gone missing from its pedestal would not go unnoticed for much longer, and you did not want to be anywhere near it when people did notice. But I can’t just leave him here, I have to… “I can...yes, I can help you, but we can’t stay here, alright?”  

He nodded eagerly, thanking you, and against your better judgement, you took his elbow in your hand and led him towards your car, planning to bring him home, let him clean up and get a good night’s rest- but that was the extent of your plans, as you decided that the rest would depend on the next few hours. This should be interesting… 

..  ..  ..  ..  ..  ..

“Are you hurt?” 

He hadn’t said much since climbing into your car, seemingly as shocked to be there as you were to have him there, but his question came without the skittish nervousness that had been present in his voice at first, only genuine concern in his words now. Maybe my brain is hurt, but… Another little burst of incredulous laughter burst from you as you turned your car onto your street. “Uh, no I’m,” clearing your throat you threw him what you hoped was a reassuring smile but what felt more like a hysterical grin. “I’m fine just...this is...I’m fine.”  

“I thought I heard...it sounded as though you were in pain, are you certain you’re alright?” 

Pulling into your driveway you fought the urge to laugh, swoon and scream all at once. “Yep, I’m...not hurt. Don’t worry.” You put the car in park and took the keys from the ignition, the sudden quiet startling him just as much as the instant roar when the engine had come to life. “Here we are, home sweet home.” You undid your seat belt, feeling his eyes on you as you did, and then reached over to open his as well. 

“Oh,” he put up a hand and you froze. “May I?” There was an intrigued twinkle in his eyes behind the uncertainty and confusion that made you smile. He wants to… 

“Be my guest, Sam.” You watched as he extended his pointer finger and pressed down on the red button to release the metal clasp of the restraint. 

“Fascinating.” The seat belt snapped back into place and though you could tell that he was still distressed and disoriented, he chuckled in surprise as the harness retracted. 

“If you think that’s fascinating, wait until you try a shower.” You winked at him and got out of the car, helping him open the handle on his side. This is insane. 

“A shower?” He paused in the middle of your walkway and looked up to the night sky. “There aren’t any clouds, it isn't going to rain.” 

“No that’s…” you sighed, turning your key in the lock. “Not what I meant. Just...come inside, okay?” The last thing I need is my neighbor peeking out the window to see this. He agreed, following you inside where you instructed him to wait in your living room as you searched your room for spare sweatpants and an over-sized tee that would fit his tall frame and broad shoulders, depositing the items in the bathroom before getting the water started. There’s no way he would be able to figure out modern plumbing. You chastised yourself for believing even for a second that he was the real Samuel Adams, and not some crazed costumed performer who took the man’s birthday too far. Once the water had reached a decent temperature and you’d set out towels, soap and the clothes you’d gathered, you left the bathroom and headed back out to find him hovering near your desk. 

He pointed at the framed diploma as you entered the room. “I’ve never heard of this University before. Did you attend it?” Of course you hadn’t, it wasn’t founded until almost a hundred years after you… You nodded and he looked impressed. “I had my schooling at-” 

“Harvard,” you said the word with him. “I know.” 

He regarded you curiously, one cheek growing slightly rounded as he gave a sideways smile. “Hmm.” Hmm? What’s he… But before you could wonder what was going through his head, his long fingers closed around a small item on your desktop that made you gasp. Oh, I didn’t even think about… “What is…” He picked up the small figurine which was wearing an outfit stunningly similar to the one that he had on. “Is this...me? What is this?” 

“Uh...yeah that’s um… it’s called a Pop?” You shrugged. This is so stupid. “And I uh...made it. Well I didn’t make it, I…” what am I saying? “I bought it, it looked different when I bought it, but then I customized it, you know, with paint and… um...to make it look like, yes. To make it look like you.” 

He smiled again, still looking just as confused as he was when he appeared out of nowhere, but entertained and interested in seeing where that confusion would take him when it finally lifted. “Fascinating, truly.”  

He set the figurine back down where he found it and crossed the room to where you stood, finally giving him a smile of your own. “If you think that’s fascinating…” You trailed off into laughter. “Come on, bathroom’s this way.” 

You led him down the hallway, trying not to laugh as you heard him exclaim “An entire room just for that bath? Fascinating!” 

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I had a blast writing for this amazing artist and her wonderful work! If you are an artist in the Ben Barnes fandom, or if you would like to surprise an artist with a quick little drabble, send me a message or link me to the piece that you would like me to write about. Let’s show these talented folks how much we appreciate them and the beautiful things that they create! 

[nightglider124]

Maybe... perhaps... AH, SCREW IT. 100 prompts, 28, StarX. If only to see how you would handle them.

Hehe… my sin ship. I lurve it.  >:)

idk if it’s the best but it’s what came to mind.

‘It’s just you and me tonight. We can do whatever we want.’

The stars were so vibrant tonight; illuminating the night like they were born to. Light bounced around from the giant full moon in the sky too.

It was late and the world had gotten quiet since it brushed past midnight. The sky was beautiful, the city was sound; civillians safe and sound in their beds. 

Tonight was a perfect night to gaze above at the wonders beyond the little blue planet.

Starfire sighed.

She would have enjoyed flying and soaring among the star, getting a closer look at them and admiring more of the universe but, she wasn’t trusting her flight abilities all that well right now.

Feeling heart sore, Starfire stared up at the stars, for a fleeting moment, wishing she could simply be back on Tamaran. 

Whenever she felt sad, she thought of Tamaran and how much she missed it; wondering if Tamaran also missed her. She considered leaving when she was upset as well. 

However, she knew, once she had gone and was back on Tamaran, she would in turn begin to miss Earth.

It was a conflicting conundrum that she wished she could solve.

Her heart lay with both planets for different reasons. Tamaran was her birthplace; somewhere she knew all the customs and rules, a place she never felt out of place and somewhere that felt familiar.

Earth, on the other hand, had so many fascinating things, it had new and exciting traditions for her to learn, it had her friends…

It had Robin.

Her heart clenched in her chest.

Even thinking about him hurt. But, she was starting to get used to this. It was the same cycle, over and over again.

Whilst he was wonderfully sweet, caring and kind, the majority of the time she spent around him; there was the small percentage of when he could be a complete and utter clorbag.

She wanted to scream at him and lose her temper like he so easily could but she resisted. In her mind, whilst he was her friend and someone she held deep affection for… he was her leader.

Subordinates were never to disagree with their leaders. It was unbecoming of a warrior to go against thgeir superiors. 

Whatever Robin said, went.

She frowned and her eyes shifted focus from the stars to the ocean, calm and tranquil as it continued a steady flow of in and out, dragging sand and shells back into its depth with every new wave; big and small.

After tonight’s episode… she just felt so disheartened. Every time they got closer and when she finally dabbled with the idea that Robin might care for her in more than a friendly way, he shut down any hope she may have had.

He’d taken her aside today after a battle with Mumbo and completely tore her apart over her techniques, saying how she could have gotten hurt or could have gotten others hurt. She couldn’t understand what she had done wrong nor could she understand why she was the only one who he seemed to notice.

Every time she did something ‘wrong’, he managed to notice but when she actually wanted his attention, he didn’t bat an eyelid.

She wrapped her arms around herself.

Her friends had just stared in surprise, not doing anything to jump to her defense or help her out. 

Mumbo had a gun pointed at a child.

Starfire hadn’t had any hesitation to dive in front of the child to protect them. The bang had sounded and it had been one of the ‘joke’ guns as she thought it probably would have been but still unwilling to take such a chance.

Why had Robin been so angry about that?

Personally, she thought that was the very definition of heroism.

Starfire sniffled as she sat on the roof of one of the tall skyscrapers dotted around Jump City. 

She just felt… very alone right now.

Little spats like this tended to make her overthink and it made her think a lot about her place on Earth and whether or not she truly did belong on Earth.

Suddenly, something dropped down behind her.

Starfire’s ear perked. 

She may have been upset with her situation with her leader and friends but she was always on alert, ready to take out any foe who dared to challenge her.

Bringing a hand to her lap, she curled it into a fist and it faintly glowed green, her starbolt charging stronger, the closer the enemy came.

The soft thud they had made sound very similar to Robin but not quite; this person, as they walked, seemed to have a lot more swagger in their step. She could sense it.

“Well… isn’t this a treat.” His voice echoed, cool and collected,

Starfire’s shoulders slumped a small fraction and the starbolt winked out. She wasn’t in the mood for this criminal, of all that roamed the city.

She exhaled and looked back towards the skyline.

Bold as he was, the thief planted himself right next to her, legs hanging over the edge of the roof, just as hers were.

“Evening, cutie.” Red X crooned,

Her brows furrowed a little, “Go. Away.”

Chuckling was what she heard, followed by a bewildered breath, 

“What? I haven’t even done anything yet.” He pointed out, his electronic voice grating on her due to it’s similarity to what her heart wanted most in this world,

She closed her eyes, “No, but you are here which can only mean bad things. Now, leave me alone.”

“Eesh, someone has really pissed you off today.” 

Starfire turned to glare at him for his use of language. The eyes of his mask widened and he held up his hands in defense,

“Oops. Sorry.” He told her, not sounding sorry at all,

“What are you doing here, Red X?” Starfire interrogated,

“Mm, not a lot to steal tonight and my friends just call me X, cutie.” He replied, leaning back on the palms of his gloved hands. 

She huffed, turned her nose up and straightened her spine, “I am not your friend.”

He thumped his hand to his chest, just above his heart, “Oh. I’m wounded.”

“Will you just leave already?” She said, through gritted teeth,

“Why do-“

Her head spun in his direction, her eyes glowing a furious green so bright that it reflected off of his mask. 

“Leave me alone.” She growled,

Red X leaned back slightly. He dropped into silence but didn’t leave. 

Starfire turned back to face the city, her heart beating rapidly. She just wanted time alone with her thoughts; something she so rarely let herself do, considering what a social butterfly she normally  was. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Her eyes widened and she turned to him again, “What?” 

Red X sat there, his elbows draped over his knees as he leaned forward, also staring out at the quiet streets below. 

“Well… you’re clearly upset about something. Why else would you be out here on your own?”

“I am not-”

“Starfire… please. I’m not stupid.” He told her, Starfire smothering her surprise; he never called her by her name, it was always Cutie, “And… whilst I know I’m not your top choice… I can be a good listener, y’know.”

She blinked, inwardly debating whether or not he could be trusted. He had shown kindness in the past, to her specifically as well. 

“I-I… it is nothing…” She murmured,

Red X snorted, “Pft… right. I’m convinced.”

Rolling her shoulders, Starfire glanced at him, a blush creeping onto her face.

“I… had an altercation with my friend.”

“Robin.”

She stayed quiet for a moment, “Mm… Robin.”

Red X laughed suddenly, “Y’know, cutie… your boyfriend really sucks-”

“He is not my boyfriend!” She snapped, glaring at him,

He sighed and tilted his head at her, eyes narrowed, “But, you want him to be.”

She stared at the mysterious, masked man for a long moment before she turned away, brushing some hair behind her ear. 

“It does not matter what I want… Robin has made it abundantly clear that he would never be interested in me in a romantic way…” Starfire whispered, her heart hurting and tears pricking her eyes,

“Oh, please-”

“You do not know anything about it-“

A hand on his shoulder. She froze, wondering if she should grab it and tear it off but his words caught her off guard,

“I do know one thing…” He waited until she looked at him, “Any guy who wouldn’t be interested in you, is either insane or gay.”

Starfire rolled her eyes, his flirtatious ways just rolling off of her at this point.

Red X gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, “I mean it… you’re gorgeous and if he can’t see it… he’s a dumbass.”

She blinked her big green eyes at him before she giggled.

Deep down, she knew she didn’t like the way he was talking about Robin but right now, she was hurting and it… helped for Red X to share his thoughts.

“I’m serious… if I ever had a chance with you…” He trailed off, not finishing that thought,

But, Starfire was curious and turned her body towards him slightly.

“Yes?”

He let his hand slip from her shoulder and shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Please… if you ever had the chance with me…” She prompted, truly wanting to know,

Red X lifted his eyes to hers and swallowed so his throat wasn’t so dry,

“If I had a chance with you… I’d make you mine, immediately… not be indecisive like chuckles seems to be. He should know how quickly a girl like you would get snapped up.”

Starfire felt herself blush, “Thank you.”

He nodded, “You’re worth more than he makes you feel… that’s all.”

“I-I do not think he does it with the intention to hurt me-”

“It’s not an excuse.” 

She smiled quietly to herself, surprised but also intrigued by what he’d been saying.

“Perhaps… we should not be talking about this.”

Red X leaned back on his elbows and lightly patted the space beside him, inviting her to relax with him,

“It’s just you and me, tonight. We can do anything we want.” He told her, in a matter of fact sort of tone,

“I…”

“I’ve got all the time in the world… if you have.” Red X explained,

Whilst she knew it was wrong and she certainly shouldn’t be hanging out with let alone confiding in a criminal, something inside told her it was okay.

Robin would extremely disapprove but… he was not here and he did not make her decisions for her.

She copied his actions, leaning back and gave him a small smirk,

“Okay, X… what do you have in mind to talk about?” She wondered,

Red X grinned beneath the mask, honing in on the fact that she’d used the nickname.

It was going to be a fun night, after all.

[fatesinthenight]

What about darks and wilfrods kids about as like teens 15/16 ? Maybe so trouble making?

Aurora puts her notebook into her bag when the bell rings. It was final period and she had to head off home soon after. If she gets just a bit late home her father starts to worry. As much as you other parent tells Dark she is fine he still gets antsy. When she stands up someone bounces right in front of her very enthusiastically.

“Aurora!! Want to help me today. I need to make a banner for the next football game and I need you my lady.” Bliss’s eyes sparkle.

“I can’t today I should be going home sorry.” Aurora smiles softly.

“Awwwww please!!! I need you. You know my handwriting sucks and your’s is so pretty.” Bliss holds Aurora’s hands pleading. “Please!!!”

“My father wouldn’t want me out so late.” Aurora tells her.

“Just ask him. Tell him I’m here with you and we will be fast.” Bliss pouts showing her big brown eyes. It almost looks like the pink in her hair is glowing from how bright it is.

“Ummmm ok. I can try.” Aurora takes out her phone and speed dials her father. He answers at the first ring. “Father I was just calling to ask if I can stay after school for a while.”

“What for?” He asks sternly.

“To help make a banner for a football game.” Aurora said shyly.

“Hi Uncle Dark!!” Bliss yells into the phone. “She is helping me out. It’s all good. I’m totally going to be with her the whole time, don’t worry.”

“Your the spawn of Wilford of course I’m concerned. Is it just you or…” Dark is already not liking this.

“HELLO UNCLE DARKY!!!” Asher bursts in draping his arms around the girls. “ I will very much look after them.”

“Fantastic… Both spawns are there…” Dark knows the twins are a handful, just like their father. “Will it be quick.”

“Ummm yes father. I will go home straight after.” Aurora said.

“Dark let her go have fun. You are such a overbearing dad I swear.” Darling comes in. “Cutie take your time. Your father is just a worry wart. Have fun!” They hang up the phone cutting off Dark starting to protest.

“See your good now. Yay for the fun parent stepping in!” Bliss claps happily.

“Ok let’s go before Uncle Dark decides to take us all.” Asher pushes the girls out the door.

The three of them have a large paper rolled out at the gym floor. Other students are around making the other banners for the game as well. The other girls giggle and look at Asher as he does a hair flip and winks at them. His pink floof shining in the light as much as his twin sister’s. Bliss skips about humming brining in the paint they are going to use, a good amount of it is pink. The three notice how much the colors they brought were very opposite. Aurora had black and grey while the twins had pink and yellow.

“Hmmm so then…. Writing in black and decorations in pink and yellow. The grey can be hmmmmm…” Bliss thinks.

“We don’t have to use it.” Aurora said. “Sorry for picking dull colors.”

“O no don’t be. I think you can make one letter black and the next one grey.” Asher insists.

“Ok plan in action. Ready team go!” Bliss plops to the floor.

Aurora moves her brush so carefully and swiftly. It takes no effort at all as she writes. Bliss is painting on some yellow and pink confetti humming a tune. Asher paints some swirls at the edge of the banner making a border, he plops a big dot at the corners. Things were peaceful…for now.

“Wow Aurora being social that’s new.” A cheerleader snickers. “Of course she paints in black. For someone who wears white she is such a goth sometimes.”

“Hey watch it.” Bliss stands up.

“O Bliss why do you keep such losers around you. For a cheerleader like you you could spend your time with such better people.” Another cheerleader giggles.

“Then again she had no choice. No one wants to be near her. She is a freak.” The first cheerleader laughs. “No one wanted to help her with her banner. I fee bad your cute brother has to deal with your excessive bubbly attitude. So annoying.”

Bliss huffs. “Like he would want to be near such snobs.”

“Ummm everyone lets be nice. We are all just making some banners ok.” Aurora stands between them.

“This has nothing to you with you.” Cheerleader two bumps Aurora.

A splat of black paint gets on the cheerleader’s clothes. She looks at herself and gasps. Aurora does a small gasp and Bliss holds in laughter. The first cheerleader looks up at the girls but they have no brushes. It was then Asher walks out with a big paintbrush full of black paint.

“Oops… My hand slipped.” He shrugs.

“Are you kidding me!” The second cheerleader looks at him appalled. “Be that way!” She picks up a heavily coated brush with pink paint and throws it at him. It gets on his pink button up shirt and yellow shirt underneath it. He smudges the paint on his cheek.

“Girlie if you haven’t noticed.” He motions to himself. “Pink is my color.”

“And this.” The other cheerleader splats black on him.

Asher just takes it. Bliss however is different. She takes a tube of paint and squirts it onto the cheerleader’s faces. They squeal and wipe it off as much as they can. They drop and grab more paint splattering it on Bliss. She retaliates and flings more paint. Other students see this and come over to watch. They get to close and get some paint on them. It’s now and all out paint fight. Everything throwing paint at each other from left to right. Aurora tries to stay out of it but one cheerleader slaps some red on her back. Asher jumps in and flings some yellow in defense. He tries to shield her knowing she did not want to participate. Bliss is on full attack laughing and twirling around tossing paint. The gym is a complete mess. Everyone stops when some teachers burst in the door.

“WHAT IS GOING ON!!!” They shout.

“It was their fault! They started it.” The cheerleaders point to Asher, Bliss, and Aurora.

“Why am I not surprised…” One teacher shakes his head.

The three still covered in paint stand in the principle’s office. Bliss and Ashe are very used to being here, Aurora is not. She looks so scared and nervous looking down at the floor ashamed. The principle gets off the phone.

“Your fathers said they will be on their way. I can see you two being the cause of this.” The principle eyes the twins. “However Aurora I am very disappointed in you.”

“She didn’t do anything.” Asher speaks up.

“My cutie never participates in such shenanigans.” Bliss said. “She only has paint before of everyone else throwing it. And look she has a handprint on her back! Someone did that to her.”

“Can I really trust you two on that.” The principle looks back and forth between them all.

“Look I started it. I take full blame on this.” Asher steps up.

“Ash…” Bliss looks at her brother.

“Very noble of you but from others statements they say it was the three of you.” The principle adds.

“Well they are stupid and lying.” Bliss huffs.

“Watch your tone Miss Warfstache.” The principle scolds her. “It’s already defiant enough I allow you and your brother to have your hair pink. It’s against code.”

“It’s natural…” Bliss twirls her pink bangs.

“And for the thousand time I don’t believe you. Now you three are going to be suspended for a week and have to clean the whole gym.” The principle would say more but the door opens to the office.

“Mr. Principle we meet again.” Wilford strolls in happily. He looks at the teens. “This is a new look. Very artsy and such. You look great.” He gives a thumbs up.

“Mr. Warfstache your children started a paint war in my gym and caused a mess.” The principle gives Wilford a look.

“Hmmm acrylic or oil paint? O was it a paintball gun.” Wilford asks.

“What? Why does that matter?” The principle looks confused.

“It does trust me.” Wilford insists.

“Acrylic.” The principle is still confused.

“O then it’s not my kids. They would have used a paintball gun.” One Wilford should have gladly given to them.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that your children have no discipline and I can see their father doesn’t care.” The principle judges Wilford.

“I care about my children. I raise them well with my Star. They are teenagers. You know those rebellion stages. Better let it all out now right?” Wilford shrugs.

“Mr.Warfstache they have able to get into clubs to get their so called energy out but it seems they still have a lot to learn. You convinced me to allow Bliss into cheerleading and Asher to football. Yes they have made up their grades but this only proves that they are immature and can’t grow up. You need to be a parent do something about it. I feel like your S/O have their hands full raising three children instead of two.” The principle hit a nerve.

“You don’t think I can-” Wilford has that look in his eye.

“Daddy.” Bliss holds Wilford’s hand that he didn’t realize was a fist. He looks down at her and relaxed his hand.

“Don’t think of questioning how he raises his own children.” Dark now comes in. “You have your own to deal with properly.”

“Father… I…” Aurora looks up at her father slowly.

“We will discuss this later.” He doesn’t look at her. She shrinks.

“What are you implying Mr. Dark?” The principle sits up.

“I mean your girls have been misbehaving and you have been ignoring their behavior.” Dark has his hands behind his back.

“Excuse me?” The principle gets angry.

“What? Did you think it would go unnoticed?” Dark tilts his head. “It’s so perfect that they get perfect scores on all of their tests when it’s obvious they don’t study at all. Their homework is well done when in class they can’t seem to answer any question right. Or if we look back to the security footage it clearly shows them both paying another student for their essays. You let them do this and have them keep their place in the cheerleading team. You want the good image of perfect little girls. So if I bring one of your girls in here not and put her hand by the handprint on my daughters back it won’t me a match will it?”

“Ooooooo.” Wilford looks so entertained.

“Shall we discuss this further then. In private.” Dark looms over the principle.

“You three stand out in front. We so got this.” Wilford nudges the teens outside.

They stand out the door almost feeling bad for their principle. After a while Dark and Wilford come out. Wilford winks at the teens but Dark just walks pass. The kids follow their parents outside the school. Once outside the gate they prepare themselves.

“Dad… I really did start it.” Asher holds his arm. “I just didn’t like those cheerleaders talking crap about my sister and Aurora. I lost my cool… Sorry.”

Wilford signs and puts his hands on Asher’s shoulders. “Asher Damien Warfstache. You are so much like a friend of mine. Always wanting to take care of the people you care about.” He ruffles his son’s hair. “Just skip the paint next time ok? Even thought that must have been really hilarious.” He looks at his girl. “Bliss Candy Rose Warfstache. You are by far a force to be reckoned with. You step up for those around you.” He shakes his head and his pink hair comes back with his pink mustache. “You two scamps are the best. Even if others think your different I love it. I love everything about you two and if other can’t see how great you two are then they are stupid. Besides… Your too cool for them anyway.”

“Dad…” The twins smile at their dad.

“Also you two are grounded for two weeks.” Wilford pats their backs. “And your (mom/dad) is going to kill you so… Your own your own there.”

“Throwing your children to fend for themselves… Traitor.” Asher shakes his head.

“Can’t blame your old man for not wanting to be banished to the couch again.” Wilford holds his hands up.

Wilford smiles at his twins and walk away with them. He waves at Aurora and Dark and makes a portal for himself and the twins. When they are gone Aurora gets nervous. She looks up at her father and doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t look at her and just puts and arm around her shoulders and leads her into a dark portal. They walk into their house and he walks off to his office and closes the door. Aurora just starts sniffling and heads off to take a shower to clean up. Now in new clothes she stands in front of her dad’s office. She turns to see her (mom/dad) tell her it’s ok and to go in.

Aurora knocks first and hears her dad say enter. She walks in and feels Dark Chica beside her following her in, comforting her. She stands away from her fathers desk watching him fill out some documents. Aurora fiddles with her curls and looks up at her father. “Father… I… I’m sorry.”

He looks up at her. “I made a deal with your principle. He decided that you and the twins will not be suspended. You will however still clean the gym but not alone. Those two girls of his who antagonized you will be doing a good amount of the work. They also have been taken off the cheerleading team. You will not have this on your record. Now tell me what is there to be sorry for when you did nothing wrong?”

“I… I tried to… Not have them fight. It’s my fault they started bad mouthing Bliss. If I want not there it could have been better. I mean I’m the nice one… The one people think they can walk over. And I let them because… I don’t want to get mad… I don’t want to… Loose it again…” Aurora remembers being in elementary school and having a moment where she lost it, she didn’t want that again.

Dark stands and goes to his daughter. He brushes her hair from her face and sees she has tears forming. He wipes them away. She sniffles and he pulls her into his arms. She thought he was going to tell her off be more upset with her but instead he just holds her and runs a hand through her hair, soothing her. He looks at her in the eye.

“You are not weak. The best part about you is they you have such a big heart. Yes it is a dangerous thing to have but you protect it. I try to keep you for ever getting it broken and I know you are scared of losing control. I worry about you, too much as your (mom/dad) saids. Aurora you are a gift. You and Darling. Don’t ever let anyone walk over you. You are strong. Understand.” He wipes your cheeks.

“Ok…” Aurora smiles at him. “Thank you father.” She hugs him, snuggling him. “I love you.

"I love you too Aurora.” He kisses her head. “Go do your homework. Your still going to be a straight A student. No child of mine is going to let a stupid thing get on her record.”

“I will.” Aurora smiles and kisses her fathers cheek. She leaves his office with Dark Chica following her.

As she is halfway done with her work her phone goes off. She sees who it is and answers it. “Spark?”

“Aurora are you ok! Asher told me what happened. You didn’t get hurt did you?” Spark worries over the phone.

“I’m ok Spark.” She giggles. “It’s all ok.”

[noneya-business-me]

One shot, One kill pt. 2

The hit hadn’t even made it to the major news. Like usual the police nor the people of the city seemed to care for the deaths of the lowlifes. Unknown: Lance? A bright smile crossed his face, as he picked up his phone. Lance: Hunk? Unknown: Yeah, It’s me. You wanted me to text you, remember? He made quick work of changing the contact to Hunks name, followed by many emojis. Lance: Yep, I remember. How do you feel about meeting up for lunch? Hunk: Sure, I can do that :) Where do you want to meet up? Lance: I can just meet you at your bakery. I want the restaurant to be a surprise! Hunk: Got it, see you then. Lance smiled brightly again, slipping his gun case under his bed. “He’s little too trusting for this city.” He sighed, “I wish there were more guys like him coming in.” For the rest of the morning he cleaned up his apartment. Hiding all his ‘work’ gear. He called and chatted with his mother for a little bit, but spotted the clock on the far wall. “Oops, got to go Mama,” He said apologetically, “I’ll talk to you later, I’m meeting a friend.” He hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket from the rack. He headed down the sidewalk towards the bakery and spotted Hunk locking the door, and hanging a sign in the window. “Hey Hunk!” Lance called, waving to him. He turned with a smile, waving back. “I’m all locked up and ready to go.” He said cheerily. “You got it.” Lance replied, putting an arm as best he could around his shoulders, “it’s this way.” They headed down the street already getting into a long conversation. By the time they reached the diner Lance was already loving the guy. “I’m just saying, if people dress their dogs up in clothes why don’t people dress their cats up just as much?” He inquired grabbing a menu from the front stand and heading to one of the back booths. Hunk looked confused but followed him anyways. “Agreed. We should get to the bottom of it.” He replied with a nod of his head. “Thank you!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. “Anyways, welcome to Altea diner. Basically my home away from home,” He said motioning around the retro diner, “you make friends here, you make friends for life.” “Hello Lance.” A voice said walking up to the booth, “I thought I was missing some menus.” “Guilty.” He replied with a smile. “Hunk this is Allura, the owner of the restaurant.” He said motioning between the two of them, “Allura this is Hunk, he’s new to the city.” “Nice to meet you.” Allura greeted with a firm handshake, “Welcome to the city.” She glanced back at Lance, “I’m guessing the usual?” She questioned. “Of course.” He replied with a nod. She looked back over to Hunk with a smile. “Uh, I’ll just have what he’s having.” He said with a smile, handing her the menu. “Great, it’ll be right out.” She replied, heading behind the counter. “So, I didn’t catch the name of your bakery.” Lance said, leaning forward on his elbows. “It’s called Balmera bakery.” He replied, with a smile. “Balmera?” Lance questioned, “what’s that supposed to be?” “It’s what my girlfriend and I called the town where we’re from.” He replied, “I don’t even know where we came up with it but we’ve called it that forever.” “You have a girlfriend??” Lance screeched, “I should have invited her out with us! What’s her name?” “Her name is Shay, and don’t worry about it she’s working right now anyways.” He laughed, “she’s working at the hospital as a nurse.” “Here are your drinks.” Allura said, walking over with coffee. “Thanks Allura.” Lance nodded. She nodded back and disappeared back into the kitchen. “So, what do you do for work?” Hunk asked absentmindedly stirring sugar into his coffee. Lance paused, halfway lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “I do mostly contract jobs, odds and ends that other people don’t want to deal with.” He replied, his smile becoming a little strained. “Oh, interesting.” Hunk replied, “that must suck though sometimes. I wouldn’t want to have to deal with peoples unwanted work.” “Yeah, you have no idea.” Lance laughed, “anyways enough about my crappy job. How’s business so far? You haven’t been open that long.” “Yeah, we’ve only been open for about a month but business is booming so far,” A bright smile lit up his face, “we’re doing just as well back home!” “Has anyone been causing you trouble?” He asked absentmindedly. Hunk paused and thought for a moment. “Nope, not really.” He replied, “I was a little worried when we first got the building, and being new and all but nothing has happened yet.” “That’s good,” Lance breathed a sigh of relief, “it would suck if something happened to good business.” “Thanks.” Hunk offered. “Here you go guys, enjoy.” Allura said setting down two burger platters. They said their thanks and began eating. Once they were finished they said their goodbyes to Allura and headed back to Balmera bakery. “Want to try some of the sweets?” Hunk offered, unlocking the doors. “Would I ever!” Lance replied, stepping inside. He pulled out a tray of cookies from the display case and offered it to Lance. He quickly shoved one in his mouth and grinned. “This is literally the best cookie I’ve ever had the honour of having in my mouth.” He sighed. “Here take some with you.” Hunk offered, filling a box with cookies, squares, and cupcakes. “Oh my god.” Lance stated, “I didn’t know God came to live on Earth.” Hunk laughed loudly and tied the box off with a ribbon. “Come on Buddy.” “You’re a good man.” Lance cried, grabbing him in a hug. “Thanks man.” He replied, wrapping his arms around him. “You’re a hugger too!” He yelled, “you’re the perfect man! Shay is so lucky.” “Get out of here,” Hunk laughed, “I have to keep working.” “Well, I have to get back to my garbage contracts.” Lance said with mock offence. He paused at the door, “but seriously. If anyone give you any trouble, give me a call.” He gave him a wink and headed out into the sidewalk. When he entered his apartment he hung his jacket back up on the rack and pulled out his phone. Blue: You have anything for me? He flopped boredly across the couch waiting for a reply. Boss: Not right now. You’re good for the night. I’m working on something though. Lance sighed heavily. Another night of laying around the apartment doing nothing. Boss: By the way, payment for your last job is outside your window. Lance sighed heavily. Blue: I told you to stop doing that. It’s creepy and too much work. Boss: It leaves no paper trail. You don’t have a choice. Lance groaned dramatically again and lifted himself off the couch, heading towards the window. He lifted it up, removed the screen and pulled the black bag onto the living room floor. He took a seat on the floor and unzipped it. He took each stack of bills out counting them, and setting them in his wall safe. “Guess I could go out tonight?” He muttered, moving a stack to the side. He grabbed his phone from the couch and quickly dialled Allura. “What’s up?” She answered. “Hey Allura. What are you doing tonight?” He asked. “I just put the night shift on and I’m heading home.” She said a long pause following, “yeah jk, I’m heading towards your apartment, and we’re going out.” “I guess I felt that telepathically.” Lance laughed, “I’ll see you when you get here.” There was a knock on the door before Allura walked in. “That was quick.” Lance laughed. “Well, I was already in the building.” She replied, throwing her coat on the couch. “Bruh, at least hang that up.” “What’s up with the bag?” She asked, pointing at the now empty bag sitting in front of his place on the ground. “I found it and remembered when I went to the gym.” He replied quickly. “Hah, loser.” Allura snorted, “come on, lets get ready to go.” “Are we feeling night club or pub?” Lance asked, opening his closet as Allura sat on his bed. “Let’s go with pub, I haven’t eaten yet.” She replied, pulling the ponytail out of her head. “You own a diner, why didn’t you eat there?” He asked. “You get tired of it.” She replied, with a sigh. “I don’t.” He sniffed. “So what should I wear? I’m kind of feeling plaid.” “Plaid is good.” Allura replied, “will you do my hair for me?” He nodded pulling on a black t-shirt and tying red plaid around his waist. “What do you want?” Lance asked. “I’m feeling a braid hawk.” She hummed, pulling out a makeup bag. “You want guys to be cautious of you tonight?” Lance laughed. “I’m in bad bitch mode.” “Got it.” Lance said with a nod. Once they were ready they headed out into the now darkened streets, heading towards the downtown area which was covered in light. “This place looks good,” Allura said grabbing his hand and dragging him towards a busy looking tavern. They found a seat at the bar and quickly asked for the food menu. “So your friend Hunk was nice.” Allura said after ordering some chicken wings. “Yeah, he’s a great guy.” Lance replied, ordering some mozzarella sticks. “Are you into him?” She asked quickly. Lance choked loudly on his beer, and covered his mouth. Allura started laughing loudly, pounding on his back. “No,” He answered hoarsely, “he has a girlfriend, and I didn’t even see him like that.” “Right.” Allura hummed. “Seriously, he helped me out yesterday. So I returned the favour.” He explained, “he opened a bakery out here.” “Ouhh, a new business!” Allura said happily, “I love new businesses.” “Yeah, and he’s already doing great.” “Anyways we need to get you a man.” Allura said, completely forgetting the past conversation. “What about you!?” Lance replied with an offended tone. “Every person in this city knows that I put my career first.” She said. “Why can’t I do that?” Lance questioned. “Because you doing ‘contract work’ and ‘odd jobs’ doesn’t count.” She replied, “once you get a real job, I’ll consider it.” He visibly deflated, “fine,” he groaned, “maybe.” “That’s the spirit!” Allura said clapping her hands together and glancing around the crowded bar. The rest of the night was fuzzy for Lance, waking up with a spiting headache back in his bed. “Oh, no.” He groaned, “no, no, no. Please God, I hope I did nothing stupid.” He sat up slowly and turned on his lamp looking around the room. “Thank God.” He sighed, seeing that there was no one but himself. He threw on his bathrobe and opened the door to the living room, seeing Allura sprawled across the couch snoring loudly. A small smile donned his face until he smelled coffee. “No.” He stated hurrying into the kitchen. He paused cautiously spotting a figure standing at his island reading the paper and sipping from a mug of coffee. “Jesus Keith, you scared the shit out of me.” Lance sighed, sitting at one of the stools. “Well, sorry I didn’t know you were up yet.” He replied handing him a mug also filled with coffee. He smirked widely, leaning towards Lance. “So, how was your night?” He asked. “I have nothing.” Lance replied, “Literally nothing of what happened. Maybe I was drugged!” He gasped dramatically. “Oh, shut up. No one would want to drug you.” Keith laughed. “What happened then?” Lance asked intrigued. “You got mega wasted, and danced with Allura and I in the pub all night long.” He drawled, “Allura texted me before you guys even left the apartment.” “Snake.” Lance hissed. “We were thinking of going to the diner for breakfast. Coran is working the kitchen this morning.” Keith added, folding the newspaper and laying on the table. “Sounds fun.” Lance replied, with a blush. “And about last night Lance-.” Keith started, just as Lance’s phone went off. “Hold that thought.” Lance said quickly looking at his notifications. Boss: You have a meeting. Be there is 20 minutes. “Shit.” Lance scowled, but smiled when Keith looked at him confused. “Can I meet you guys there?” He asked, “A job just came up.” Keith frowned but nodded moving to the living room to get Allura up and out. “Thank you so much.” Lance whispered. Blue: Understood. They closed the door silently and Lance got to work getting everything set up. He changed into his work clothes and brewed fresh coffee. He waited nervously in the kitchen as the pot beeped, signalling that it was finished. He hated face to face meetings. The people the contracted scared him. He preferred to go through his boss on all contracts. There was a harsh bang on the door, startling him. He opened the door behind the two larger men. “This is the guy?!” An older man spat, sitting down on Lance’s couch. “He’s weak looking!” Lance sat down opposite him, grimacing as he yelled louder and louder. “Be quiet!” His boss snapped, “he’s the best shot in this half of the world.” That certainly shut the man up. “Blue. This is Leo Banetti.” He said, “He requests your services.” “Okay, but why are you here?” Lance replied, settling into the chair. “He said he wanted to meet you in person.” He replied, “to be able to explain his request throughly.” Leo nodded quickly beside him. Lance nodded to him to begin. “I don’t want to give you too many details about the guy because I want to stay as far away from this as possible.” He started, “but he’s creating a big problem for my family financially.” Lance nodded, a family oriented guy. He could get behind something like this. “If you’re not going to give me any information about him, why did you want to talk to me? and how am I to know when to get a drop on him?” He asked. “Well, I heard you’re more opt to do a job when there’s a bigger picture behind it.” He replied, wringing his hands together, “And I’ll go through your boss here.” Lance nodded in understanding. “Okay, then Mr. Leo Banetti. I’ll work your contract.” He said, standing up and shaking his hand. A wide smile took over his scowl and he returned the handshake whole heartedly. Soon they left the apartment, Lance leaving soon after to meet his friends at Altea. Until he was pulled into a side alley. “What the h-.” He was shoved roughly against the brick. A bat slamming the brick next to his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He thought. “Give us your wallet and you won’t get hurt.” A low voice said. There were three guys in front of him. “I’m getting mugged? Seriously?!” He stared at them for what felt like minutes until what looked like the leader raised the bat and swung it against his left leg. He yelled out and fell to the ground. “Did you not hear what I said?!” The leader yelled, kicking his stomach. “Wait-.” He choked, receiving a punch to the face. They continued unrelenting. “Why the hell did I freeze up?! Now I’m getting the shit beat out of me.” Suddenly everything stopped as he was dropped against the asphalt and heard the scrape of feet running the opposite direction. “Oh my God Lance, are you okay?” A distant voice asked as he was lifted easily off the ground. His sight suddenly cleared and Hunk’s face came into view. “Hunk, I love you man.” Lance laughed, “you saved me.” “Do you need to go to the hospital?” Hunk asked nervously. “Nah, I’m good man. They were weaker than they looked.” He replied, “just come with me to Altea diner, I want you to meet another one of my friends.”

[scarecrowsbasementceiling]

Hunt Me Down And See What Happens: Prologue

A Marvel/Beauty and the Beast crossover

(Y/N) Quill, Peter’s sister on their father’s side is sent by Fury to another world to retrieve a magical item. Thing is, it’s in a different dimension all together.

No pairings yet. 

Words: 3,053

Characters: You, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker. 

Mentioned: Belle, Gaston

The sunlight shines through my curtains, successfully blinding me into wakefulness. I let out a light groan as I slowly sit up and stretch my upper torso, sighing at the cracking sound it makes. Jumping out of bed, I stretch each leg out.

My clock reads: 8:30am

Holy shit! Did I seriously oversleep again?!? How can one human oversleep as much as I do? Oh wait, I’m not human. Oops, guess that slipped my mind.

I grab a grey tank top, along with a black sports bra and some black spandex shorts then head to my bathroom for a shower. If I’m late I might as well take my time. Besides it ain’t like I’m missing anything special today, as far I can remember I don’t have any meetings and I know Tony won’t say anything to me about not being there.

The hot water hits my back and I feel my muscles relax almost instantly. Damn hot showers feel good, but I can’t spend too much time in here, I’ve got some training to do. Well not training, just working out, but I consider it training.

I lather my head with shampoo, running it through my hair and roots. The soap swirls down the drain as the water washes it out of my hair and scalp. I begin to rub my entire body with Winter Candy Apple body wash from Bath and Body Works, it might not be winter but it still smells good.

Turning off the water and wrapping a towel around my body, I got to the mirror and begin to dry my hair. Thanks to being part god I don’t need a hair dryer. Take that girls! As soon as my hair is fully dry, I run a comb through it to get all the tangles and stuff out of it before going to brush my teeth. I normally brush them before and after I eat, I can’t stand how my mouth feels when I first wake up in the morning, it’s honestly disgusting.

A noise rings from my room, it’s my cell phone. It was probably Natasha wondering where I am, she knows I’m at home so I don’t worry too much about it. I usually zone out her lectures sometimes, if they aren’t important of course. Oh well I’ll call her later.

Quickly getting dressed and heading out to my room, I pick up my phone and head to the training room, time to get some action, wow that sounded wrong.

As soon as I enter the training room, I begin my warmups:

Squats

Climbers

Jumping Jacks

Push Ups

More boring stuff.

Panting and slightly out of breath, I call out to FRIDAY,

“Alright sweetie, time to start the real stuff. Begin simulation number 4 please.”

“As you wish (Y/N)”

Suddenly the scene changes. The training room is no longer visible, instead it’s a deserted street in Florence, Italy. I smirk at the scene change, straight out of Assassin's Creed. I snap my fingers and music fills the room in an instant. (Fox On The Run by Sweet)

Guards come out of the alleyways and from the roofs of multiple buildings, quickly surrounding me. I grin and click the button, allowing my mask to cover my face as I take out my sword. This is only the first part of the simulation, but my adrenaline is already sky high.

They run at me, shouting in Italian. This one never fails to trick me into believing it’s real. Tony’s technology is almost as good as my illusions, they fool me sometimes.

I tap my foot to the beat while I dodge each sword strike, countering them with a slice from my own sword. It isn’t long before half of them are down. Child’s play, but it will get harder. More will come soon, I know it.

I feel a hand reach for me and I duck, grabbing ahold of the guard’s leg and throwing him at the guards in front of me, knocking them all down. I allow my energy to flow to my hand, creating electricity throughout my hand and down my arm.

The guards are quickly taken care of as I shoot the energy at the fallen pile of men. I whoop as I continue taking out guard after guard.

After that, guards come out, two with swords, and a few others with different weapons; along with new moves and faster reflexes. Now it becomes challenging.

I flip and take a guard between my legs and slam him onto the ground hard before stabbing him. Another one charges at me full speed, catching me off guard. He hits me, throwing me back into the wall of a building. Wow these dudes have gotten a lot stronger now. Time to step up my game.

“How about some target practice? I could use it,” I taunt them as I whip out my gun blasters. My mask and guns were identical to Peter’s, a gift from him once I helped him kill our father. What a bonding moment.

I begin to shoot each guard one by one, watching as they all fall down continuously. Oh yeah, I still got it. I fly up and look down at all of them as they scramble to reach me, guess flying hasn’t been added into this one. That’s a shame, oh well guess I should get this over with and go see what Nat wanted.

After all of them are taken out, the simulation ends and I’m back in the training room. I notice how hard I’m panting, wow I really wore myself out didn’t I?

My phone rings, knocking me out of my euphoria. I check the caller ID, looks like I don’t gotta call Nat after all. I take my mask off and put the phone up to my ear,

“Hello?” I answer with a sickly sweet tone.

“Did you just get out training (Y/N)?”

“You know me so well,” I giggle as she lets out a groan.

“Well you’d better be here soon, Fury has a mission for you.”

Natasha hangs up and I roll my eyes, a mission huh? Oh boy I wonder what it could be this time around. Probably taking out some HYDRA agents or tailing a lead on some magical object they need. Boring. Better head to the meeting anyway I guess.

As I stroll leisurely down the hallway, I pass by the youngest member of my little team, Spider Boy. His real name is Peter Parker but I call him Spider Boy most of the time. The kid hates it, always insists on me calling him Spider MAN, and I always tell him the same thing. Not with that voice you’re not.

“Hey (Y/N)! Where you headed?” He asks curiously, a little bit of drowsiness in his voice. He’s so cute. Always wondering what’s going on all the time, he just wants to be included in things, I have respect for him. He’s honestly just happy to be here and that’s okay.

“Just to a meeting, nothing special. Sorry kiddo, maybe we can do something cool another time, yeah?” I tell him. I gotta admit, he is fun to hang around with, even if there is a HUGE age gap.

“Oh ok! Have fun with that, you didn’t do anything bad this time around did you?” Peter asks me with concern. I laugh and shake my head.

“Not this time around Spider Boy.”

He pouts a little at the name, but nods his head and goes on his way. I watch his figure fade into the distance with a small smile on my face, I have a great team. Better than the other Quill’s for sure!

Speaking of him, I haven’t seen my half brother for awhile now. That’s odd, he usually visits me once a month. He’s probably busy collecting bounties on random criminals across space, flirting with Gamora the entire time.

Finally, I get to the meeting room in the tower and bust through the doors with a smile on my face. I make my way to my seat and put my feet on the table like I usually do, ignoring the scowl on Fury’s face.

“I see you’ve gotten comfy haven’t you agent?”

I smirk and nod my head, “super comfy sir! Thanks for asking.”

He rolls his eyes and begins relaying the mission to me. I perk up when he mentions an important object with magical properties. He wants me to retrieve it? Awesome!

“I’m in! Where is it though?”

“It’s not only a matter of where, it’s also a matter of when too,” Fury tells me. My brows knit in confusion, time travel? I can do it, but I’ve never had to before. This thing must be super important then.

“Alright. But first before you tell me when and where, what exactly is it again?”

“A mirror.”

“A… mirror?” I question him slowly, not knowing if this is a joke or not. Is it April the first yet? No no, it’s June.

I look into Fury’s eyes and see that he’s dead serious. What the hell does the thing even do? Well, judging from the fact that it’s a damn MIRROR, it probably has some sort of glamour effect perhaps?

“What does it do exactly? Change appearances?” I inquire quietly to myself, only to be heard by Fury. Damn, I gotta work on being a lot more quiet. But then again, it is a valid question. Ugh I’m tired I want to take a nap, but I can’t, this mission is important. At least I think it is.

“Close, it can show you where anything or anyone is at all times should you wish it. We believe it could come in handy for future use,” Fury answers me. I frown at his answer, disdain clear on my face.

“So you’re gonna use it to spy on people?”

“Yes, but only when needed. Don’t worry, we’re not going to do routine spy checks on any of you, agent.”

I lean back in my chair and ponder to myself, should I decline? Nah, this is too good to pass up! Well, it could be dangerous, I don’t even know where the thing is! I look up at Fury and nod for him to continue explaining.

“It’s in France. But not our France, a certain fairytale France,” Fury informs me. Fairytale? Like Disney and stuff like that? Wait a minute…..

“NO WAY I’M GONNA GET TO MEET BELLE?” I scream out in joy. Ever since I was little and I got away from the insane father, I’ve always loved the Disney princesses. Now, Belle was never my favorite, I was an Ariel fan myself, but I did admire and respect her. I will never admit it to anyone, but I’ve always had a little crush on Gaston.

Yeah he’s the villain and a seriously evil dude, but I couldn’t help myself! I’ve always attracted trouble so it was only natural to like the bad guys and girls. Now I can’t believe I’m gonna get to possible meet him, this is almost unreal. But then again since I’ve been working for the Avengers and knowing my lineage nothing really seems unreal that much anymore.

“Now you will be leaving here shortly since you don’t really need to pack anything. Plus it’s going to be just you, don’t let me down on this (Y/N)”

I shoot him a big grin and nod my head and stand up from my seat to face Fury. Oh this is going to be so much fun!

“Don’t you worry bout a thing boss, I’ve got it covered!” I wink at him and give a mock salute with two fingers, skipping out of the door and into the living area. I’m then interrupted by a growl coming from my stomach. Oh yeah that’s right, I haven’t eaten yet. Looks like I have one thing to do before I leave.

I bump into Tony as I enter the kitchen, I give him a wave as I move towards the fridge to get the milk for cereal.

“I heard you had a meeting with Fury, what was it about?” Tony asks me while peering over my shoulder.

“Oh nothing really serious, just a little mission.” I lie, but doesn’t last long as I let out a loud squeal and jump into the air, almost hitting my head on the ceiling.

“Doesn’t seem like it from that jump,” he jokes with a finger pointed at the ceiling. I snort and roll my eyes playfully before hitting him lightly on the shoulder while I pass him with my cereal.

“I’m gonna get to meet one of my favorite Disney princesses dude! Imma meet Belle yo! THE Belle! I can’t wait this is gonna be awesome,” I bubble with joy as I let him in on the news. He raises an eyebrow at this. Dude probably doesn’t believe me, which is kinda weird for him but it’s Tony so…

It isn’t long before more of the team shuffles into the kitchen while I sit at the island enjoying my cereal. I can hear Tony announcing my mission to the gang, which produces gasps from some of the team and silence from others. Clint bursts out of the kitchen and slides into the stool next to me.

“You’re gonna see a damn princess and you’re not taking me? I am OFFENDED!” Clint complains and I only point at him and snicker in victory. A hurt expression forms on his face before it’s quickly overtaken by laughter.

“I’m just kidding, not really but I know I can’t come with. Good luck and don’t give away too much information. Also get me an autograph from Gaston and Belle. Thanks, I gotta go now.” He waves at me before leaving. I shake my head and take my bowl and put it in the sink.

Once I finish cleaning my bowl and putting it away, Nat comes up behind me and grabs my shoulders, causing me to jump and scream.

“Damn it Nat, don’t do that! I could’ve shot you ya know,” I mutter while catching my breath.

She lets out a quiet laugh and lets go of my shoulders while taking a step back,

“No you wouldn’t. If you had though I could stop it with ease.”

“Yeah but can you stop my guns AND my foot?” I question her.

“We’ll see when you get back. If you get back that is,” she says, I detect a bit of worry in her voice.

“I will be back Nat, have no fear,” I assure her gently. She smiles and touches my hand gently before walking out of the kitchen to who knows where.

I’m left to my own thoughts before I feel another presence coming towards me.

I perk up as Wanda comes near me, I really like her, she has powers almost similar to mine so we could relate a lot easier than anyone else in the tower.

“Come with me (Y/N), I’ll be teaching you how to get to your destination for the mission,” she tells me. I give a small bow and motion for her to lead the way.

We walk along a hallway that leads to an enclosed space, with walls made of metal. There wasn’t anything in the room, minus us and a pad in the middle of the room. Jeez this place looks boring, it is in serious need of a makeover.

All of a sudden I feel really blue, I haven’t gotten a chance to see my brother before I leave. He’ll probably worry his ass off once he finds out what I’m doing. He knows I can handle myself, and I know he can handle himself, but we’re siblings it’s our job to worry about each other.

“Wanda, can you do something for me?” I ask her gently.

“What is it?”

“Can ya tell Quill where I’m going and that I’ll be back soon, I don’t want him to worry too much.” I say, “Just a little bit of worrying is good enough,” I add, trying to lighten the mood.

She squeezes my shoulder and gives me side hug, that meant yes in Wanda language I suppose.

“So what are we gonna be doing?” I probe, staring at her with a glimmer of adventure in my eyes, the sadness slowly disappearing.

“This is how you will be travelling to the world. I know you can do it on your own, but the thing is you haven’t done it at all, so you are out of practice. The pad will help you direct your energy to a spot so you can make a portal and get there, it’s simple. All you have to do is imagine creating a portal that will take you to the place you need to go and focus the energy on the pad.” Wanda explains, pointing at the pad and staring at me.

I swallow, slowly becoming nervous. Wanda was right, I had never done something like this before. Will it even be stable enough for me to go through? Your eyes widen as another thought crosses my mind, when will I be getting there?

What if the whole Belle and the Beast thing will have already happened when I get there? Will that make things easier or harder?

“Do not worry, you will be in control of that too,” Wanda assures me with a short smile.

I nod and give her a thumbs up, signalling that I’m ready to do this. She takes a step back and allows me to get in front of the pad. I close my eyes and begin to focus my energy on the pad.

I can feel the energy course through my veins as I direct it onto the pad, the place already burned into my mind. A whirring noise begins to appear, getting louder with each blast of energy I pump into the pad.

“Good, it’s ready. You can go through now (Y/N), good luck,” Wanda tells me. Once my eyes are open, they close instantly at the bright light now in front of us. I slowly walk towards it, and then take a big leap into the portal.

Let’s get this party started...

Next Chapter

Tags: @antlers-inallofmy-decorating

[animegirl266]

Shut up and Kiss me||August Reinhardt||Why Don’t We Imagine

For my baby, @jackandthecorbeanstalk. Love you!

Warning: Swearing, it’s very long, and iz about to get smutty

“You’re so full of shit, the toilet’s jealous.” You nearly spit your water across the room, trying your best to hold in your laughter as you watch your favorite TV show, RuPaul’s Drag Race. Dropping your water bottle on your coffee table, you slump back against the couch. Your phone buzzes beside you on a pillow, playing a tune as a notification. You smile down at the little screen, seeing your boyfriend’s face. Swinging your legs up on the couch, so you’re now laying on your stomach, you unlock your phone and go to Twitter, reading August’s latest tweet.

“@Y/NY/L you’re drivin me Wild” You shake your head, smiling like an idiot.

“@helloimaugust you’re really Something Different, babe” You reply, not bothering to set your phone down, knowing he’d reply right away, and sure enough, he did. 

“@Y/NY/L I don’t know what it is, but I Like Me Better when I’m with you ;)” You find yourself laughing aloud, loving the banter between you and your boyfriend. 

“@helloimaugust when I’m with you, all I get is Wild Thoughts”

“Y/NY/L awww babe! that was Unforgettable” 

“@helloimaugust i love you More Than You Know”

“@Y/NY/N and @helloimaugust will you two please stop before I barf! this is not what Twitter was Made For!” You laugh at Jack’s tweet, imagining him and August in their tour bus shoving each other playfully. 

You couldn’t wait to be reunited with the boys. You would be meeting them tomorrow at their show in Detroit and joining them for the rest of the tour. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You had only ever been out of Michigan once to visit August in LA. It had been over five months since you’d seen your boyfriend in person. Just the idea of being able to spend the next month with him made you happier than words could describe.

Your footsteps echo in the narrow, brick alley you walk down, your shadow laying on the floor in front of you, its angle changing as you walk past a dumpster. A door opens on your right, light pooling into the darkness. You look up and see Zach smiling, his face full of excitement. 

“Y/N!” He yells, opening his arms wide. You run into them, hugging him tightly. You bury your face in his chest and inhale, your nose filling with a familiar scent. You had grown up with Zach, but your family had to move to Michigan when a great job opportunity was presented to your father. He was the one who had introduced you to August, and you would be forever grateful. Zach was like your brother, your other half. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

You follow Zach through a series of corridors, each one looking more bland than the previous one. The walls show little to no personality, each one being the same shade of hospital beige. You start noticing the colorful doors as you get closer to the stage. You hear the screams and the chants of the fans filling the auditorium, but your attention doesn’t stay on them for long. You can hear the WDW in their room, doing vocal warm-ups. You giggle quietly to yourself when you hear August mocking them, being the terrible singer that he is. 

When Zach opens the door, all eyes fall on you and everyone falls silent. The six boys, including Eben, stare at you, mouths slightly ajar.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping at your cheek with your sleeve. August nearly drops his camera on the floor, rushing over to envelope you in his arms. You look over at Zach with a puzzled look. 

“Oh… did I forget to mention that she was coming? Oops!” Zach scratches his neck, pretending to be innocent. August buries his face in your neck, hugging you so tight you start thinking your spine might actually snap. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispers and for a second you think he might be crying. He pulls away, cupping your face in his hands. He looks into your eyes for a moment before kissing you deeply. When Daniel is finally able to get August off of you, you give each of your friends a long hug. 

“Ya know, out of all the girls that Zach has brought into one of our green rooms, you’re by far the best one.” Jack winks at you, making you laugh. You hug him a little tighter and pull away to mess with his hair. “Y/N! Stooop!” He swats at your hand. 

“Awww! But I missed your ramen noodles!” You giggle. Someone wraps their arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground, making you yelp.

“Alright, that’s enough. We don’t need a cranky Jack performing, now do we?” Jonah says, dropping you on the couch at the opposite end of the room. The door flies open and David sticks his head in the room. 

“Jazmine’s done in two, go get your mics.” He starts closing the door but opens it again, peering at you. “Hi, Y/N.” He says, waving. You smile and wave back, and then he’s gone.

“He’s weird.” Corbyn says, shaking his head slightly. 

Each of the boys shoot you with finger-guns as the leave the green room to get their mics. Zach jumps up and down, pumping his fist in the air. “This show’s gonna be awesome!” He shouts, trying to hype up his bandmates, but instead they all end up shaking their heads at him, chuckling lightly.

“WHAT THEY KNOW BOUT US, DOESN’T MAKE A DIFFERENCE

BABY WE GOT US

WE ON SOMETHING DIFFERENT” You scream with the rest of the crowd as the boys perform their last song of the night. You had decided to join the rest of the audience for the show about half way through it, your only regret was not coming up with the idea earlier. Being in the crowd made the experience so much better, so much more memorable. You’re surrounded by people who had the most positive energy you had ever experienced. You knew these boys were changing people’s lives, but this feeling, this rush was so unexplainable. You realize what such a big impact these five boys have on the world, and your pride in them skyrockets. 

Before the song ends, you make your way backstage. When the boys come off stage, sweats drips from the brows, drenching their skin and shirts. They hand their mics to a stage hand, all of them seeming tired yet excited at the same time. “Performing on stage makes you feel something so… special; something so amazing that you can’t describe it.” That’s what Zach had told you after his first live performance. You could tell it still held true to him. 

Zach barrels into you, hugging you close. “Hey! Get off of me! You’re all sweaty and gross!” This only makes him hug you tighter.

“Ya hear that guys? Y/N’s calling for a group hug!” All of the boys smirk mischievously and wrap you in bear hugs, surrounding you completely. 

“YOU GUYS SMELL SO BAAAD!!” 

You wake up scrunched next to August. You basically slept on top of him in fact. You had severely overestimated the size of the bunks on the bus, thinking that there would be more than enough room for the two of you. You stare down at August’s handsome, unshaven face for a moment, noting his unruly, messy hair. It hangs down on his forehead, making you want to brush it out of his face. 

Bill had already starting driving, despite it being 7:30 in the morning. Besides him, you were the only one awake. You slip away as quietly as possible, tucking the blanket back over August’s shoulders.

After doing your quick morning routine and changing, you leave the bathroom to find Daniel awake, lying on his side in his bunk. He smiles and waves you over. It seems that you’re going from one crowded bunk to another. You crawl in next to him, pushing him against the wall. 

“Good morning. How was your first night on the bus?” Daniel asks sweetly. 

“It was good I guess. I mean, my stomach feels kinda weird cause I was sleeping on it all night, but whatever.” Daniel lets out a breathy laugh and smiles down at you. 

“I think Bill is gonna drop us off to do some shopping later. You wanna come?”

“Ha, I actually blew waaay too much money earlier this week on new clothes. I think I’ll hang back for this one.” Daniel’s smile widens, showing the gap between his front teeth. 

“Of course you spent a lot of money. You probably went past your budget, huh?”

“Yuuuup.” Daniel just nods, knowing you oh too well.

“Would you two shut up? This bean’s tryna sleep!” Corbyn scolds, throwing his shirt from the night before at your face.

“Yes, your highness. My deepest apologies!” You shout, earning a vulgar gesture from Jack. 

Everyone except for you and August run out of the bus, excited to explore and stretch their legs. You cuddle up next to August on the couch, your legs crossing over his lap so you’re facing him. He notices that you’re staring at him and puts his phone down. 

“Yes, beautiful?” You smile as he uses his hand to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch. 

“Nothin. I just haven’t seen you in a long time, that’s all.” August pulls you closer to him until you’re sitting in his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and he smiles, his eyes dancing between your lips and your eyes. 

“Listen babe, I’m really sorry that I can’t come visit you more often. I hate having these miles and miles between us. I just want you to know that no matter what, I love you… even if I don’t say it enough. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life, like I have no idea what I did to deserve you and-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You say, making August laugh. You shake your head and bring your lips to his, kissing him softly. He hastily deepens the kiss, holding the back of your head with one hand, the other hanging low on your hips. August breaks the kiss, his lips going to your neck. He places gentle kisses all over your skin, sucking lightly. A gasp escapes you as he finds your sweet spot. Your lips close around his as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your, tracing your lower back. He makes you crazy, wanting more, crazing more. You get on to your knees, putting one on either side of him, so you’re straddling him. He plants kisses down your neck to your chest. Your low cut shirt exposing the top of your bra. He pulls you down so you’re once again seated on his lap. August’s tongue sweeps into your mouth for a second, teasing you. You break the kiss, panting for air. You rest your forehead against his, your eyes locking. In this moment, his bright eyes seem so much darker, their intensity undeniable. 

He brings you back in for another long, passionate kiss. He grasps the hem of your shirt, starting to pull it up, over your head. Before it gets up to your bra, the curtain flies open, revealing a laughing Daniel. His eyes find you and August, and widen, his jaw falling to the floor. 

“Oh. My. God.” You and your boyfriend automatically fly apart, you pulling your shirt down as you scramble to the other side of the couch. “Guys!” Daniel shouts, a smile growing on his lips. You throw your head in your hands, your face turning a red as a tomato. You hear hammering footsteps and already know that Zach is in the doorway. 

“What happened?” He asks anxiously. 

“Yo, Y/N and August were gettin’ it oooon!” Daniel exclaims, nodding his head, making his beanie nearly fall off his head.

“Right here? Damn it, bro! I liked that couch!” Jack grumbles, appearing out of no where. “Meh, whatever. We all get horny sometimes.” 

“Jack Robert Avery!” You exclaim, finally looking up. 

“Oh sorry, Mom!” He shouts back, making everyone laugh except you, still embarrassed to your core. “If y’all wanna finish, we can leave-” 

“NO! Stop it!”

“Just a suggestion.” Jack walks away,arms raised in surrender. August stands up and walk over to you,planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Love you, babe.” He says before walking out of the room, trailing behind Daniel and Jack. Zach plops down next to you on the couch. He slings an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into him. 

For the rest of the day, you can’t look anyone in the eye. 

[shirtlesssammy]

13x01: Lost and Found

Welcome to season 13! Who’s ready to wallow in meta despair with us?

Dean's Emotional Arc

Dean began the show as a dutiful son, motivated by his devotion to his father, and his father's revenge-fueled quest to avenge Mary's death. He would later approach the monster-hunting as fate, legacy, a calling, a hero's task, or a cross to bear. He's flirted with the concept of being a hero. Certainly it was something he saw in his dad for many years and something he sees for himself from time to time. Now, it's “just a job.” It's straightforward, no bullshit. The joy and romance are entirely removed from Dean's hunting experience now that Castiel is dead and his mother is (according to him) dead. Grief has cut out the childlike joy that’s always been such a delightful dimension of Dean.

All About Beginnings

The season opens to Metallica’s “Nothing else matters” - a poignant tune, and significant for more than just its lyrical meaning. Dean started out in season one connected to Metallica - before Supernatural found its musical identity in classic rock. Starting the episode with Metallica really brings the focus in on Dean. Pair this with Dean’s dream/vision while he was knocked out by Jack (of his mother burning on the ceiling) and we get the sense that the narrative is coming full circle with these two references to the first episode. While we thought we had closure over Dean’s mom’s death after Azazel’s death, we may be led to expect some additional closure regarding Lucifer. After all, it was Lucifer’s desire for escape that caused Azazel to create his little army in the first place. Dean’s mission as a hunter, in many ways, began with the loss of his mother. Season 13 is tying back to that original mission, and hopefully will build off of that. The show’s arc “Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time.”

Jack’s Powers Profile

Glowing eyes

Glowing healing ability

Sonic scream

Ability to highly manipulate his body / rapid aging

Powers manifest instinctively when threatened

Factions in Heaven

Another possible theme we may continue to see is the continued existence of factions in Heaven. The two angels present two views as they look at Castiel’s body. One side implies that Castiel deserved to die and humans are garbage and the other insists that Castiel deserved better and humans are worthy of respect. Heaven may not be a uniform enemy even though Hannah - Castiel’s more recent ally - is dead.

Jack

I really liked Jack’s portrayal. He’s shocked, confused, and easily joyful. (See: candy.) His thumbprint is nothing - straight lines, a blank slate. HE’S a blank slate and we’ll be toying with the nature versus nurture arguments as we move through his storyline. He says at one point that his powers don’t feel entirely like him - like that piece of Lucifer in him is almost an outside force that he’ll have to contend with in the future.

Speaking of outside forces, I wonder about this line: “I remember when the bad woman burned. I remember when the universe screamed.” He never gave a straight answer about being able to open the universe rifts. I wonder if there’s more to that puzzle. What if it wasn’t Jack - or wasn’t entirely Jack - that opened those rifts? Why is the universe screaming?

As far as Jack and Castiel goes, I am beside myself with glee for Dad!Castiel. They’re both aliens plopped into Earth before they’re ready. And they both have the capacity for deadpan humor. “I'm on a chair. On the floor. On planet earth.” Yes, give me several hours of Castiel and Jack’s observational humor, please.

Regarding the prophetic vision Castiel was given by Jack...last season I speculated that Castiel lied to Kelly about the vision he’d received. Surely Castiel wouldn’t be so gullible as to be swayed by a vision of a world without pain or suffering. Wouldn’t Cas know that was impossible without curtailing free will? However, at the funeral Jack hears Sam say that he wishes that the people they lost end up in a place without suffering. Jack, at this stage, is drinking in EVERY last detail. He already seems to look up to Sam. I think the seeds of the “pain free” world may have been planted by Sam in this first episode.

Then:

Nothing else matters.

Now:

We pick up right where season 12 left off. The son of Satan is imprinting on Sam and our dear, broken Dean springs into action --his best defense-- and pulls his gun and heads inside the house to track and kill the one thing he believes does still matter.

He finds Sam and Jack -and fires his gun at Jack without hesitation. Sam’s able to tip the gun away, but Jack didn’t take to that particular meet and greet. We get to see his powers when he roars and zaps Sam and Dean into a Nephilim Bubble of Don’t Shoot At Me, knocking both brothers out cold.

The title card! It’s quite eye-grabbing (ha,ha). I love the eagle-eyed bloggers that noticed the inverted cross --it went by way too fast for me to catch.

After the title card, we revisit Mary defending her boys against Lucifer, only this time before she can throw a punch, she is consumed by fire. Dean wakes with a start. Was this a Jack induced vision? In any event, the brothers head out to chase the missing nephilim.

Meanwhile, at Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats, two teenage boys prep for the day by frying up some delicious spicy butt fries. They get an early customer at the drive-thru: a naked Jack imprinting on the pirate statue. One of the boys suggest the other call his mother --the local sheriff.

Sam and Dean are on the road looking for Jack. Two things I noticed here when I first watched it: the lense flare --which turns out others noticed as well, and the dusty state of Baby. Oh, and Dean breaking when he thinks about Cas being dead.

(Let’s talk about the missing scene here. Before they leave to track down Jack they have to bring Castiel’s body in from the gravel yard. They’ll carry it together, perhaps. Or Dean will insist on doing it himself. Sam will volunteer to go upstairs and find a spare sheet while Dean watches over the body. They’ll cover it and linger for a moment, wanting to do more. But Jack is out in the world and the longer they wait, the higher the chance that he’ll slip away. So they hurry away, leaving that still, sheet wrapped form behind on the quiet table. Anyway. I’m just going to be over here crying and rocking in the corner.)

Back at the lake house, two angels arrive to find Castiel laid out on the table. They exchange unpleasantries about Cas and remark on the fact that Kelly is dead and Jack is gone.

At the sheriff’s department, Jack finally has clothes, and an audience who finds his strangeness fascinating. Sheriff Barker asks Jack questions, trying to piece together his story. He knows nothing more than his own first name, the fact that his mother is in heaven, his father is missing, and that the bad woman burned. “I remember the universe screamed.” The sheriff nods in bafflement understanding. Her son, Clark, sums up his thoughts as well.

Sheriff Barker takes Jack’s thumbprint, and heads off to run it through the system. Jack and Clark are left alone, allowing Clark to attempt to buddy up to a new hook up. Jack’s not “wasted, lit, chonged, blitzed, blasted, blazed, baked, or stoned.” He’s...hungry.

I’d also like to add my own first impression of Clark, which fits nicely with all the meta on Clark=Dean/Clark is totally into Jack. I noticed his red jacket, very reminiscent of Rebel without a Cause.

The boys arrive at Pirate Pete’s. While Dean calls Jody for help, Sam heads inside to inquire into Jack’s whereabouts. Once inside Sam runs into a drunk woman and gets confirmation that Jack was at the restaurant. He calls Sheriff Barker and gets further confirmation that he’s currently at the sheriff’s station. The sheriff gets confirmation that something isn’t quite right with Jack.

A jump in time reveals Dean with bloodied knuckles, and the drunk woman hanging all over the Impala. She asks Dean about his hand and then regales him with a story about her college roommate, Becky, a “giant super-bitch.” “She’d take things and break things, and piss people off and just do whatever she wanted, no matter who it hurt.” Sam interrupts her fascinating story, and they head out to the station.

At the police station, the sheriff notices flickering lights and goes to investigate. She finds her son and Jack in the break room eating large amounts of candy. Jack is officially too cute to stay cute. They are so cruel to us. We’re instantly protective of the newest Winchester and that’s just going to make it hurt that much more when things go south later this season. As he’s showing the sheriff how he zaps the candy machine for free food, Jack is suddenly hit with a blast of angel radio. The sheriff reaches out to help him, and he blasts her into unconsciousness. Oops. He then takes off under a shower of sparks, much like our first meeting of Cas all those years ago. I initially thought he couldn’t understand the angels, but I guess he’s just overwhelmed by the voices? Jack makes it to another room only to meet with the dude that tried killing him earlier. Sam tasers him before he can harm Dean. Sheriff Barker quickly follows, but is speechless.

Sam settles into a cell and Dean gets cuffed with a deep sigh. Just another day in the life of Dean Winchester. The sheriff looks down at the weapons piled on her desk (shockingly few but maybe she didn't find them all) and asks for a little clarification.

“My name is Dean Winchester,” Dean says with a dead-on stare reminiscent of last season's mirror speech. “We kill monsters. Have you ever seen a horror movie? Like that.” It's delivered quietly, without show, lines spoken but not felt. Sheriff Barker asks if Jack is a human or something...else. “Jack is a nephilim. He's half human and half angel. Angels are real, too,” Dean says, looking away. (Boris: I saw meta on Twitter (but can’t find it now!) that Dean told the truth here, and the sheriff released him. The truth set him free --something he needs to maybe learn for when Cas comes back.)

Jack wakes at Dean's mention of angel and looks around. Sam's sharing his cell and is wearing his Sam Look of Concern™.  Jack immediately spins around, eyes glowing at the threat. It's a damn good thing Sam's the one sharing Jack's cell because he doesn’t attack. Instead, he asks if Jack is alright. “I was scared,” Jack confesses, “and when I'm scared things happen.” Jack confesses that he was scared by loud, angry voices (we assume angel radio). Sam and Jack both relax, staring each other down. Jack asks Sam to tell them that he's sorry.

Sam wonders how it is that he's talking to Jack, seeing as how Jack's only a day old. Great question! We've all been wondering that. It turns out that Kelly – in her conversations with her fetus – warned him that he'll be in danger as soon as he's born, so he ought to skip the infant and child stages and head right on to young adulthood. Man, kids sure do grow up fast these days. Jack doesn't understand his powers. They feel both like a part of himself and like something else – something “not me”.

Sam skips right past this intriguing fact and asks Jack if he can open up a portal into another world again. That's a big nope from Jack. He remembers doing it but as for whether or not he can do it again...he kind of avoids answering that question. Instead, he'd like to focus on finding his father – Castiel. I SQUEAL YOU SQUEAL WE ALL SQUEAL FOR DAD-STIEL. Jack chose Castiel to be his father because FAMILY DON'T END IN BLOOD. (Incoherent glee from me at this point). Anyway, all squeals get put aside because Sam has to break the news to Jack that Castiel is dead.

Outside the Sheriff's Department, three angels show up – the lead angel is the drunk woman from Pirate Pete's. Well played, fake-drunk angel. Well played.

Dean heads to Sam and Jack's cell. He gave Sheriff Barker The Talk and the Winchesters are now free to go. Dean wants to head someplace quiet where they can gank Jack in peace. Sam tells him that Jack isn't evil and furthermore, they need Jack. Their conversation is cut short by a commotion in the front.

Drunk angel is holding Clark Barker hostage, an angel blade at his throat. Sheriff Barker sweeps in, ready for guns blazing, but Dean tells her that her gun is useless. Drunk angel agrees to let Clark go as long as Sheriff Barker shoots Dean. Dean, she argues, isn't a hero. “He's Becky. You take things and break things and piss people off and just do whatever you want no matter who it hurts.”

Dean tells her that he's rubber and she's glue and that whatever she says will just bounce off him and stick to her. Meanwhile, back with Jack and Sam, angels bust into the jail. Their eyes glow blue, Jack collapses in pain at the sound of angel radio, and the angel holding Clark makes her move. She knifes Clark in the gut, drops him, and Dean moves in on her. In the jail, the other two angels rip off the cell door and march in to kill Jack. Sam does his damndest to defend Jack, Dean gets his ass kicked by drunk angel, and Jack gets pounded by angel number three.

Sam gets kicked in the face so hard he spits blood and draws an angel banishing sigil with it because he’s Sam Fucking Winchester. The two angels attacking Jack and Sam disappear. Golden veins of energy shine briefly from Jack's throat as he recovers from the beating. In the front office, Dean gets the upper hand on drunk angel and asks her why they're here. They want the “golden ticket” because Jack can do “almost anything.”

“Anything?” Dean asks and drunk angel INSTANTLY knows what he's getting at. She tells him that he can't bring Castiel back.

Castiel is “All the way dead,” she tells him. “Because of you.” She punches Dean down physically as well as emotionally then and busts back to the jail, where Sam stands guard over Jack. “Another one,” she moans, seeing Sam. She looks at both Winchesters and then holds out her blade, apparently surrendering. When Sam reaches out to take it, she stabs Jack swiftly in the chest. Sam kills her and then Dean and Sam look on as Jack pulls the blade from his chest. It's bloodied.

“I'm fine,” Jack says, as surprised as any of them.

Afterward, Sheriff Barker heads off in an ambulance with her son Clark (who is going to be fine). Dean and Sam perch on the edge of the Impala and survey Jack who's sitting Forrest Gump style on a bench – no doubt processing his extremely bloody and violent first day of life. Sam tells Dean that they should bring Jack back to the bunker and to his surprise, Dean agrees. Sam wants to teach him; Dean wants to keep him close until they figure out how they can kill him.

“At least there the only people he can hurt are you and me,” Dean says.

Now that all those chess pieces are in motion we finally stop for a moment to mourn. They arrive back outside the cabin and while Dean rummages in the trunk, Sam asks him “if he's sure.” He's referring, of course, to burning Cas's body. Dean's sure. Cas is dead. Hope is gone. Life is over. The world's a cold, dark, friendless place. I'M NOT WALLOWING IN SORROW, YOU ARE. Sam wonders if Chuck might help but Dean shuts that down too. He already tried.

At last we flash back to outside Pirate Pete's, just before Dean suddenly shows up with bloody knuckles. He refused to go inside with Sam so he could find a quiet place to scream-pray to Chuck. Dean angrily prays, “I need your help. You left us. You went off. You said the earth would be fine because it had me and it had Sam but it's not. And we're not. We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring him back. Okay? You're gonna bring back Cas. You're gonna bring back Mom. Even Crowley. Because after everything that you've done you owe us, you son of a bitch.” He pauses. Looks around and then punches the pirate sign off of the back door of the restaurant. “Please,” he begs. “Please help us.” When he gets no response, he heads back to the car.

We flash back to the present where Dean and Sam stand by the car. “God's not listening,” Dean tells Sam. “He doesn't give a damn.” Dean stalks off with an axe to chop down enough lumber to build a pyre for two. Sam and Jack visit Kelly's body upstairs. Later, downstairs, Dean visits Castiel's body. He slowly pulls back the sheet and looks down on Castiel's still face for a moment before covering it again. He takes the curtain down and tears it, wrapping Castiel's body in the winding cloth.

Later, as evening settles around them, Dean splashes fuel on the laden pyre. Sam asks Jack if he would like to say anything but Jack isn't sure what to say. Sam tells him that you say “Thank you. You say you're sorry. You hope they're somewhere without sadness. Pain. Somewhere better. You say goodbye.”

“Bye Cas,” Dean says. “Bye Kelly. Bye Crowley. Bye Mom.” Yes, goodbye Mom. :( Dean's convinced that Lucifer killed her instantly upon arriving in the parallel universe. Dean throws the lighter into the pyre and it bursts into flames. Together, they all say goodbye.

At last, we jump to the parallel world. Mary's on the run when Lucifer cuts her off and slaps her down. He chortles at her and teases the possibility of killing her. And then he tells her that he needs her and spares her life. Dun dun DUN.

No Quotes Matter:

I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. It's kinda what we do.

There's no such thing as weird. Everyone's normal in their own way.

So what are you, some kind of superhero?

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