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fandomele · 2 years ago

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Want me to write an essay about entitled fans of fanon couples and how annoyed I am? Here I am. I don’t expect anyone to actually read it all or even respond, I just want to vent. I’ll use “mlw” for any ship that involves a man and a woman to avoid having to specify all possible orientations, wlw for two women and mlm for two men. And just to be clear, before anyone replies that there isn’t enough lgbt-ness in shows and it must be fought for, I agree. But this is not about them, it’s about entitled fans of all fanon ships who are now following a specific script to get what they want, harassing and hiding behind social justice issues.

The only reason I especially mention shippers who are into 2 famous fanon wlw couples (supercorp and swanqueen) is that it’s the same group of shippers moving from one big show to another, picking over and over the same type of female character to pair with the female hero, and projecting. But this behavior happens with mlw ships as well and mlm ships and it’s not about representation at all. We all know shippers who wanted the guy to get the girl even if she canonically dislikes him, and that meant wanting the good guy she actually loves dead, making up horrible accusations against the canon partner and the writers because the other guy should win. Or those shows were two men are shipped together and therefore the fans call for all the women in their lives to be gone, they are evil, they are badly written, whatever. I heard a mess happened in Star Wars, people shipping a mlw couple and getting the movie to change, and I have been told 99,99% of Supernatural female characters had to die because the fans hated anyone who took attention away from Dean/Sam and Dean/Castiel, but I don’t know if it’s true and I don’t know enough about those fandoms to speak about it, so I’ll only talk about what I’ve been a part of. I can’t anti-tag properly or it will appear in their ship tag. Again, I’m not talking about fans advocating for more representation in general, I’m talking about fans who are harassing real people because they want the couple they chose to be canon or to be treated as such no matter what the writers clearly mean to convey and how the show has been written up until then, or even if the show is already very pro-lgbt with non cis and non straight characters in the main cast since it’s all irrelevant to them, because what these fans really want is control over other people and their stories, and to make their fave couple (genders are irrelevant), the couple where they are obviously projecting their feelings and themselves, become canon, and they are using real life issues as a tool to get it because how can ‘silence’ someone fighting against sexism/racism/homophobia etc (and obviously it’s not what’s happening. I’m not talking about people who are right and denuncing racism, for example), because they know that mixing what they want with what is politically correct, even if it’s not true, will give them a platform, an audience of innocent people trying to find out what’s happening there, and may force a show in a different direction. Forget the fact that people who actually fight for social issues will lose credibility and the chance to make a change, the important thing is that they get what they want, how they want it, and because they want it.

If their ship is not made canon everybody will have to pay - and regardless of canon-ness these ships must be always be discussed by writers and cast as ‘equally important to the canon ships’, and these ‘fans’ are blatantly feeling good and cool about being able to harass the cast and other people because they are teaching them a lesson. I mean literally gloating about it in their posts.

And it’s scary that new, young, shippers are join fandoms and to groups where they can start feeling a sense of belonging, and these groups directly and indirectly teach them to be as extreme and rigid as possible in their beliefs, and they lead each member, step by step, into finding these behaviors normal, acceptable, and in fact also lead them to mix their own identity and beliefs with the group’s beliefs. These groups of ‘bad apple’s trajectory is towards becoming more and more extreme because each new person who joins in takes one more step away from what’s acceptable, because they feel that everything that has happened before their arrival is justified and righteous and to them the next step is very small, even if it’s a giant distance from where fandoms were at before.

*note: brief mention of rape/abuse because I mention non-canon accusations that happened in the ouat fandom + the fact that it did happen in the canon show. I mention other issues that are used against/to defend ships as well without getting descriptive, and a mention of suicidal thoughts brought up by antis once.

Honestly I feel like shippers who act entitled on social media became this way because, among other reasons, the writers and casts of tvshows were overly nice to them and not allowed to say ‘enough, I’ll block you if you insult me’ or even a simple ‘we are only celebrating canon couples, fanon combinations are infinite and we can’t address them all, so we won’t be talking about those’. Instead they had to be as nice as possible, whether it was because they didn’t want to alienate fans and lose money or because they genuinely cared doesn’t matter in this context. More often than not it’s just because they are being taught that if they don’t say yes they’ll be ‘cancelled’ by fans who are using real life issues and criminalizing actors, and they also know that nobody will dare backing them up to avoid getting in trouble with the network, or with whoever is telling them that the customer/fan is always right. You can’t tell a customer to go the hell if you are working at Starbucks and even less so in public, like on twitter, because good luck getting hired if you treat fans like ‘crap’. Doesn’t matter that they deserve it, people in charge want money and the money comes from all people watching the show, nobody should be pushed away by an actor who is trying to protect their mental health by standing up to bullies, the actor has to smile and wish them a nice day like a Starbucks cashier and allow more abuse, so that the customer will return. There are some exceptions, some people are allowed to respond, just like some cashiers can, but it’s not the norm. The norm is now writers walking on eggshells because how dare them say their story is their damn story. It’s actors not allowed to have an opinion or to explain what they are trying to portray because they will ruffle feathers. So this teaches these fans to keep going, and the more these fans gain approval the more the writers and cast bend. I remember Jennifer Morrison during ouat retweeting a fan who made, if I’m not wrong, tea-bags which were dedicated to the canon couple she was part of, and she, as a real person, was accused of supporting rape culture because antis had decided that her character’s canon boyfriend was a rapist, even if it wasn’t shown on screen (but he made references to sex! and is a pirate! so he had to be!) and therefore JMo showing that she liked her canon ship meant that she was pro-rape, not exactly a light accusation. Then they proceded to harass her so she’d say how much she liked the tea dedicated to their fanon couple - (involving a female canon rapist just to add irony). And to be clear given the nature of her job Jen wasn’t allowed to say she didn’t like that ship, because that would hurt their feelings, wasn’t allowed to say it’s a fanon ship and that she wanted to discuss canon things, wasn’t even allowed to ignore it, she’d be attacked even more than she already was. Hell, she was accused of homophobia (and of gay panic by people who clearly don’t know what that means) because she didn’t pose for photos with the other actress they shipped her with often enough (they shipped her character Emma with Regina, who was played by Lana Parilla, and shipped her with Lana), nor did enough offscreen things with her. It was clear that Jen and Lana weren’t close in real life and that the fans made it worse - but why would it matter how they feel as people, right? They had to dance like moneys for the fans. If Jen didn’t sit close to Lana it had to be because she hated that the fans would ship them or their fanon couple, not because as a human she has preferences. (Btw, if people are being weird about you and your coworker, it’s totally fine to feel uncomfortable and step away).

Sounds familiar, if you are from the Supergirl fandom? It’s the same people, yeah. The ones I mentioned at the beginning of this post. That’s why I said that it’s not ‘lgbt fans’ it’s literally the same people over and over, they just happen to project on wlw couples. But there are other fans like this as well and they have their own mlm and mlw couples to harass people for. The Supergirl cast was literally harassed by fans who wanted Kara and Lena together. Eventually during a group interview they sang about how Kara and Lena were just friends and had a laugh, which btw is a great way to fight bullies, to let them know their words can’t hurt them and they will be laughed off, and, as far as I know, to this day people who don’t know the behind the scenes will only hear that the cast of Supergirl mocked a lesbian fanon couple and its lgbt fans, cruelly, laughing at them for daring to ship two women. Homophobic monsters. All except the actress who plays Lena who was visibly upset (in the story of course, in reality she laughed too). Several public apologies had to be made to make up for this evil act. They weren’t allowed to explain or defend themselves after (because of the new rule that if someone is hurt by your behavior, explaining yourself means you aren’t apologing and you are abusive). They had to take in more abuse and shut up. Real life consequences that started from abusive tweets going unpunished and made them risk reputation and jobs, as well as led to actually lgbt people who may have looked up to them being told what ‘they had done’ and be hurt by this. Context didn’t matter, even if it’s al that actually matters because it completely changes what you saw. People genuinely believed/believe the cast was that horrible and that was cruel out of nowhere, more people have joined the fandom and bought into it, confirming their own bias whenever they watched the show and saw only what they wanted to see.

So these fans got to demand attention and to have the writers change the show for the loudest fanon ships, and to insult anyone who doesn’t feel like doing so. Not only unpunished for this but sorta rewarded for it. Sure, some shows didn’t cave and didn’t make their ships canon, but the cast had to learn how to be submissive or accept online abusive behavior. OR leave social media in a world where you need it to work, like many were forced to do. And these fans got told over and over that their feelings were ‘valid’, their ships amazing, and got even angrier because if that’s the case why not make it canon? Or got told ‘not going to happen’ and started spreading the notion that there was queerbaiting and the show should be boicotted. This is becoming a common way to react to all shows/movies with sequels, these shows are an example and in a way the place where it started and grew, but now it’s everywhere.

And I want to take the writers and say: just make a ship canon because you want to or tell them it’s not going to happen and stand by it, no more of that ‘equally valid, equally important, have to entertain all shippers’ crap. A fanon ship is not going to be equal to canon ones, it shouldn’t get equally talked about nor be included in every sentence about ships, and there is nothing to apologize for about that. It only exists in these small online places, you go talk to casual viewers and they won’t know of it, it’s not the same. And while we should all have more representation we don’t get to chose which characters get together, we don’t get to write the story. Shippers should learn to handle the truth if they haven’t yet, learn how to handle disappointment, like get a ‘you can ship who you want, it’s amazing you are so invested in our show! However x and y are the canon ship and we don’t plan on making the other one canon, I’m writing x and y together’ and leave it at that. And it should be more than possible to just say ‘this is not what I’m writing, I’m sorry’ if fans insist they are being baited because two characters look at each other. “You ship isn’t canon, it will never be canon, they told you this! So no, shippers of that fanon couple don’t matter now, they are talking about canon and your fanon ship shouldn’t be up there with the others’ “Telling me that I don’t matter because I demand to have my fanon ship constantly brought up is triggering me and making me suicidal, everybody matters all the time!’ is a take I actually read and people apologized for how ‘harsh’ they were being. The concept there was that you can never tell a person they don’t matter in a specific context, they have to matter, in all contexts. You don’t know how much of their identity and will to live a person has attached to a ship or a fandom, and you don’t get to say those words because they may be too fragile to take it (forget the fragility of those bullied every day by these people who can’t take consequences or the truth). Except that there are plenty situations in life in which you won’t matter, and that doesn’t mean that you don’t matter as a person in general. Your neighbor won’t have to think about your feelings on divorce before getting one, you don’t matter there. You still matter as a human being, in general, your life still has meaning, but you won’t and shouldn’t always be acknowledged in every situation that exists around you. And if you can’t understand this concept, if you think your opinion has to matter in all contexts and you have to be given some kind of shake of hand over it or your entire life won’t matter, because you must be important in every context ever, you shouldn’t be engaging in fandoms, you should be getting medical help asap, not making your ability to exist more fragile because it’s dependent on strangers validating you over a ship. You are putting your entire existence in the hands of a fandom, and that’s not only unhealthy but impossible to end well. Go to therapy and if you can’t afford that yet then don’t become a part of groups that require you to tie your identity to them.

Your feelings matter in the sense that you can ship what you want, not that you have the right to demand a response or approval from other actual human beings. My feeling that Jemma and Fitz from AoS (super beloved couple by fans and writers) are terrible for each other means a lot to me, I’ve been super invested for years in that show, wrote essays on why I don’t like this couple (and tagged them properly to respect the shippers), but you know what? This means nothing to the writers and that’s okay. I’m not important to them, I should not expect to have my feelings catered to with tweets that mention fanon couples I like and that ‘acknowledge’ flaws I see. I didn’t harass anyone on twitter, and I certainly don’t think that if I had shipped Jemma with someone else I should have been mentioned in canon-related tweets because ‘every ship is valid’! I didn’t expect fanon couples like Will and Alice or Flynn and Lucy (OUATIW and Timeless) to be mentioned everywhere just because some people loved them and therefore we had to be catered to: I shipped it but I sure as hell didn’t expect to make it real or to change the entire creative process of the people behind the show because I was screaming about it. I don’t expect people to pat my head and tell me what a lovely ship it is and discuss it every time is brought up on twitter. But the majority of writers/casts is trying to be submissive now so they don’t get in trouble and you can literally see posts of fanon shippers laughing about how they are in the right and they will be able to break them. And personally I think these shippers deserve actual real life consequences. No attention to your ship, which wasn’t real anyway, less screentime for it, more direct responses with ‘nope not gonna happen’ and ‘I made it, they are not real people, you can read in that scene what you want but know that’s not what I’m making it and therefore it’s not real’. No actors trying to make these people feel better. They don’t need to apologize for ships not happening or for not shipping them or for wanting to talk about their actual work. People will survive even if the writers don’t tell them just how important and incredible their fanon ship is, even more so because you are not teaching them that this is a correct way to interact with the world and they’ll learn not to expect anything. They have to learn that they may not get what they want even if they ask nicely, and that regardless of that they cannot harass people. They also have to learn that crying wolf by using very real dramatic issues like homophobia and misoginy should have consequences, I’ll say it again: if you publicly accuse me of being pro-rape because I like something made for a fiction couple I get to take you to court.

Also the bullshit of ‘oh my god those mean adult men in the cast are ganging up against a teenager’ said about adult men responding without sugarcoating (but also without insulting) to the hundreth ‘teenager’ who is insulting them, part of a group of people who insults them daily. Teenagers learn how to be adults also by learning consequences to their actions and that they don’t get to say everything they want the way they want, shouldn’t we reinforce this? Or should we let bullies free to online-harass adults every hour of every day? In the end Supergirl the cast by the end was so blatantly pissed to the point that some of them started snapping again, possibly because a guest star kickstarted it (sometimes you need one person to speak up and then others can), and those shippers didn’t get their ship to be made canon, thankfully, because it was way too unreal, but they still got treated better than they deserved. They learned that they can get something if they behave like that, and have the hope that doing worse will get them more.

And I honestly want to go back to writers and cast interacting less with us, to less twitter, less socials, because even if it sucks to lose that privilege it’s better than to let it become a tool in the hands of abusive people. If people can’t, as a group, learn how to use something responsibly, and the people giving it to them are not allowed to react properly, then that something has to be taken away from them. It’s ruining shows, literally, because usually these people have misread, willingly or by accident, everything from story to characters, and to cater to them means that whatever you were doing following your instincts and making a linear story will get messed up, the story will get out of track, the characters will be weird.

I just wish that the networks and all people involved realized just how very few these people are, how their behavior pushes away actual viewers, how it’s not necessarity to take it with a smile so they don’t lose money, and instead all agreed that there can be consequences to their actions. Fans make threats or claim that someone is -racist/homophobic/sexist/pro rape- without proof? they get sued for threats/diffamation. Fans gets graphic about their sex fantasies involving two coworkers? They get sued for sexual harassment. Fans bully? they get shut down. They are told the truth. I’d respect and watch a show more if that was an option.

#antisupercorp #antiswanqueen #ouat #supergirl #karamel #supergirl cast #ouat cast #antilena #antireginamills

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liam-93-productions · 5 years ago

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Nearly five years ago, I saw One Direction live. Twice, on consecutive nights – on the first two dates of their On the Road Again world tour. Once was for work, to review the show. The other was for the sheer, heady, sugar-rush pleasure.

I was, I’ll admit, a little on the old side for a Directioner, even then. Most of the 45,000-odd crowd was much younger – not that that you would necessarily be able to tell from the saucy suggestions on their homemade signs. “I don’t want to draw attention to them,” Liam Payne had said fussilyon stage.

It was an on-brand comment for the then-21-year-old Payne, who, had the harried, slightly anxious energy of a father-of-four at Disneyland. And no wonder: it was clear, even to me, that Zayn Malik had checked out, barely bothering to conceal his rolling eyes. He would be gone within the month, marking the beginning of the end (or “indefinite hiatus”) for the biggest boy band in the world.

“It was a point where every day, you didn’t know whether it was going to be the end,” says Payne, sitting in the offices of his PR company in central London. “It was so touch and go, at every single show. I was slowly losing the plot.”

Now 26 and almost totally tattooed, Payne has a new album on which he raps about getting rowdy on Bacardi and being “free” from 1D. At the same time his very-nearly-naked form is plastered on buses and train stations in a provocative ad campaign for Hugo Boss.

Yet Payne is as polite and agreeable as if he were talking to his best friend’s mother. He is tired he says after an energetic early morning music video shoot. “There was a trampoline involved,” he says, sucking on his silver Juul. “It was hell – but it will look great.”

Gym beast and sex symbol are relatively new tags. His role as the diplomat of the group was established from the time they were first assembled from five solo applicants on The X Factor in 2010.

Payne auditioned when he was just 14, but was told by Simon Cowell to “come back in two years”. He did – and, eyes serious beneath his enormous fringe, blew the judges away with a brassy rendition of Cry Me a River.

Growing up in Wolverhampton, he had been a talented cross-country runner – making the reserve list for the British Olympics team. But a fan of Usher, Justin Timberlake and Chris Brown, he was drawn to singing as “the thing that made my parents proudest”. His backup plan, had he not got through on X Factor, was to follow his father into an aircraft fitting factory.

Once grouped in One Direction it took the five boys, then between 16 and 19, to pull together. “At the start we couldn’t get past our own egos,” says Payne. There would be fights over who got to sing what part, and even personal style. “Everybody had their own little thing – it was like having four older brothers.”

Payne went on to write songs for the group, contributing to two-thirds of their 2014 album Four (arguably their best) and even earning a production credit on 2015’s Made in the AM. But in the early days he would be the one to sing the opening part because, he was told at the time, he “used to settle everybody”.

Payne says he was a more experienced performer than the other boys, and a “bit more mature” – which he puts down to spending more time with his dad than his peers, and being so focused on a career in showbusiness. “I’d lived a different lifestyle from 14 to 16. Most kids try alcohol and experiment – I never did any of that because I thought there’s a chance that I might make it.”

Management took advantage of this, he says, telling him his “very specific role” in the group was to keep the rest in line. “I was like, that’s great, innit – because then everyone in the band thinks I’m a dick.” He remembers one of the band’s first hotel stays. “We’ve got plates being thrown out the window, mattresses being ridden down the stairs, and I’m getting calls from the manager saying: ‘You need to sort it out’.”

It wasn’t lost on the fans. Where Malik and Styles were the heartthrobs, Payne says he was classed as Mr Boring. “When you’re at the stadium, and if you get the least screams, it’s like: ‘For fuck’s sake.’”

After a year playing 1D-Dad he gave up and learned to have fun. “If you can’t beat them, join them” – at which point, he notes wryly, the band’s public image became more cheeky and carefree. “And the more fun we had, the more successful it got.”

He recalls performing to sold-out stadiums night after night, seeing “hundreds” of iPhones being thrown onstage in the vain hopes of their being returned with a selfie. “It’s like the kids just lost their minds.”

“There were parts of it that were a bit shit, like there is with anything,” he says, “and there were parts of it that was just euphoria.”

He recalls seeing 15,000 fans camped outside his hotel room in Lima, Peru. Security had advised them to stay inside all day, and because “they were the adults, we thought they were in charge. Then over time we started to figure out that they weren’t, and that’s when we used to run off.”

Yet the adrenaline peaks of performing, followed by long troughs of tedium, were akin to a drug addiction, says Payne. He turned to alcohol. “Doing a show to however many thousands of people, then being stuck by yourself in a country where you can’t go out anywhere – what else are you going to do? The minibar is always there. ”

For a time, he was also taking an epilepsy drug as a mood stabiliser that he says affected his cognitive functioning under certain lights. Payne says he had been well advised to take it, to counter the “erratic highs and lows” he was experiencing – “I just needed a little bit of help to keep me stable” – “but under certain lights on stage or during interviews, I wouldn’t be able to tell them my name”.

The day we meet, Payne has made headlines for telling Ant Middleton on the pair’s Sky One show that the loneliness of fame had “almost nearly killed” him. When Middleton asked Payne if he had ever wanted to act on those feelings, Payne said that he had: “100%”.

He is not inclined to discuss this today, “because it’s a bit dark,” he says, a touch brusquely – “but yeah, it was very touch and go at times”. This was both in 1D and afterwards, he clarifies. As One Direction got bigger and bigger, he says, “I was like: ‘I don’t really know how to deal with this’. Once you start, you can’t really press the stop button.”

The “indefinite hiatus” button, though, was easier – in mid-2015, four months after Malik’s departure, the band made the decision together. “It was a little bit dark and twisted towards the end of it,” says Payne, “but the last few shows were really beautiful moments because the pressure cooker had been let off.

“It was almost like counting down to holiday – we were going to wake up that Monday morning with no schedule.” Afterwards Payne was in therapy for two years, and took six months off. “It was difficult at the start, because I didn’t really know anything about myself. It was a bit of a numb feeling.”

(...)

That schedule is about to get busier, with Payne’s debut album as a solo artist finally out this Friday. Laden with chart-friendly trop house, trap and Latin pop influences, LP 1 plays like a water cannon aimed at commercial radio – there is even a Christmas song.

It has been a long lead-up: the first single, Strip That Down, was released nearly two years ago and established Payne as the 1D member most influenced by contemporary hip-hop – perhaps too much so. A picture he posted to Instagram of himself in February 2018 wearing a chain necklace, flipping the bird and bragging about travelling by private jet was quietly deleted following ridicule.

Amid the success of Strip That Down, which was streamed over 1bn times, Payne was also still “struggling” with alcohol: “I just hid it very well.” He went on to spend an entire year sober – a necessary if boring step. “My social life completely plummeted. I always feel like you never get past the awkward first 10 minutes at a party, when everyone’s like: ‘Do we get up and dance, or do we just sit here?’ I don’t know whether it made me happier, but it was definitely needed.”

His more recent stint of self-discipline was to prepare for his nude photo shoot with model Stella Maxwell for Hugo Boss. In the lead-up, he was in the gym between “five and eight times a week, sometimes twice a day” and eating mostly chicken and vegetables – with no carbohydrates after 2pm and nothing at all after 8pm. For the last “stripping” phase, he ate nothing but porridge and white fish for a month. “It was horrible – but it definitely works.”

The shoot had been his idea, inspired by campaigns featuring David Beckham and Mark Wahlberg – Payne’s role models, whose cross-disciplinary celebrity shapes his own career goals. Last year he auditioned in front of Steven Spielberg for a part in next year’s West Side Story remake, and has been submitting audition tapes irregularly since. “It’s just trying to manage the time in between (...), singer, model and whatever.”

Between the trap beats, tighty-whities and tattoos is he attempting to put across a new, more grown-up image? “Oh yeah, definitely.”

In One Direction, he was “Mr Vanilla – no one wanted to know a thing”. Then, with the “chain and rapper phase … I didn’t really know what I was aiming for, but it was actually exactly where we are right now. I just needed to find the right keys to make me feel like the man I wanted to be.”

Which is, he jokes, is “like a really English Magic Mike”. Do you like being objectified, I ask? “I think it’s quite funny,” says Payne, clearly delighted. The other day, he says, someone sent him a picture of an old lady walking past an enormous blown-up poster of him in his pants. Not bad for Mr Vanilla, I say. “Exactly.”

Liam Payne’s debut album LP1 is out on Friday 6 December

#liam payne #the guardian #one direction #lp1 #liam's interviews #02.12.2019

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revisionaryhistory · 5 years ago

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Three Days ~ 14

~*~Sebastian~*~

After what she said about knowing my normal wasn’t accountant normal, fans, and press I had a lot of questions. I wanted to know where she'd been, what she'd seen, and what she'd done. I wanted to hear tour stories. I really wanted to hear about the after parties. I’ve been to my share, but I was an outsider. If she's spending family holidays in fucking Hawaii she is most definitely not an outsider. I want to hear what goes on when no one else is there to see.

I went back to her Instagram to buy myself some time. I wondered why now? Why didn't she show me this sooner? Pretty instantly I realized that was bullshit. What was she supposed to do whip out her phone and say, "Look who I'm friends with”? I waited to talk about my job and friends because I didn't want that stuff to be a focus. I wanted her to get to know me apart from what I do. I think her reasoning is different. She didn't want me to think she’s a stalker, but wanted me to know she knew how to handle herself and had experience with what I was struggling to explain. Like she’d said, music and acting are different, but same enough to make this easier. Whatever this is or might be.

I wanted to scroll through her Instagram for hours. I didn't want to move from this bench where my arm was around her, she was leaning against me, and she was holding my hand. I need to know what perfume she wears. It's sweet, but not cloying. Right now, it smells like "get closer and breathe me in." Her thinking it creepy to follow me on IG after one date... well, she's right. Not that I would have noticed. Still, it's the thought that counts. It’s respectful of my privacy. Not needed since IG isn't private, but again, it's the thought that counts. Not surprising. She's been nothing but thoughtful.

I had to get up and move. I didn't want to move, but I had to get up and move. It was like last night with conversation and flirting moving back and forth, in and out. It was time to walk back a little or I was going to suggest leaving here and going back to her place. It's weird when what you want to do is also what you don't want to do. Why don't I want to, you ask? Because this is too good to rush.

The little girl definitely changed the atmosphere. I took a picture I'd text to Emma later. I wasn't really focusing on the Irish dancing. I try to stay in the moment, but I was all in my head. I stood behind her, a little to the side, where I could see her and put my hand on the small of her back.

It was taking a chance asking out a girl I'd met in a grocery store. I'd like to say that every new couple has to figure out their place in the other's world and with friends. And while that's true, it's very different. Take all that normal stuff I just mentioned and tack on paparazzi, people posting things on social media, or selling stories to tabloids. Press will try to get to her, find out about her. Even worse, my fans will. They can be worse than any tabloid. They hold definite opinions on my life and three times as many opinions about my love life. I've taken a big step back from social media for those reasons and how awful fans can be to each other. That's the worst. I can ignore what they say to me and about a girlfriend, it’s part of it. But when they fight each other, bully someone who did nothing but have an opinion about me different from theirs. I hate seeing those posts

It’s hard to explain how much the outside shit can affect relationships and subtly the things I do. Be it wearing earbuds or laughing off questions about relationships. It’s not about denial, it’s about protection. Emma's relationship with Ed clears out having to explain a lot. Now it’s at most a conversation about specifics. She already has the framework. I breathed easier when I realized there was a framework. I don't have to teach her about celebrity life. I just have to teach her about me. How I handle things. Much easier.

I think it’s cool how we're both doing the same thing. Waiting for the right time to discuss situations instead of the contrived “We need to talk." Not too much of that anyway. We're letting conversation go off on its own, following where it leads, and reigning it in when needed. So, all the questions I had were going to have to wait. She'd let me know something private, trusted me with information on her. Outside at a crowded festival wasn��t the place for questions.

This was the place for fun and making memories. I came back to the moment when Alyson's group came on stage. I don't know if they were good, but it was fun to watch. We cheered when they finished and made our way in the direction the group had headed off stage. The girls were congratulating each other and their families were mixing in. Emma caught Alyson's eye, gave her a thumbs up, and we moved on.

Carnival rides were next. There were things which went in circles, swung back and forth, dropped out of the sky, and went fast. We rode them all. We screamed and laughed so much that my throat hurt. We took a break and hit the fun house. We were holding onto each other to make it through areas with moving floors, spinning tunnels, moving staircases, and a mirror maze. The haunted house was my favorite because Emma hid her face against my chest and held on tight. I was sorry to reach the end.

We grabbed some food and kept walking. We wound up back by the dance stage. Irish dancing was replaced with line dancing. The sun was down and the stage was full. I nodded in the stage's direction, "Can you do that?"

Emma laughed, "Sometimes. You?"

I shrugged and pulled her toward the stairs, "I guess we'll see."

We danced to country, hip-hop, and everything in between. Truthfully, neither of us were very good. I imagine previous attempts had been made with alcohol, which made us think we were better than we were. It was a lot of fun. Reminded me of yoga with more laughing and cursing. Only this time we weren't being glared at by other people.

No idea how long we were out there. The music ended with an announcement that square dancing was next and would start when the band was ready. We headed off the stage with everyone else. We were both breathing heavy. For me it was part exertion, part from near constant laughter, and part my date was hot as fuck.

Hot as fuck. Beautiful. Whatever. She kept pushing her hair back when it fell in her face. Her face and eyes were filled with joy when we were successful or so confused we nearly fell over. The way she moved her body to the music had me mesmerized. Part of why I’d found it so sexy was because she wasn't trying to be. She was having fun and letting loose. As much as I enjoyed last night, this was better. Maybe better isn't the right word. Like the island jukebox, just different. Last night was words and tonight was activity.

I held her hand behind me down the stairs. It was crowded and I turned to make sure she was with me, not getting stuck behind other people leaving. Emma jumped off the last step into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I held on around her waist. Her feet hung a few inches off the ground and I swung her a few times before letting her slide down my body. Very painful. She was close and left one hand on my shoulder, the other on my chest, "This has been so much fun, Seb."

I nodded, "It has. That was exhausting. Felt like another workout."

She nodded her agreement. I held onto her waist, not quite ready to let her go yet. "You ready to get out of here? Long walk to the vehicle."

"Yeah, and we have to pick up the window and the fish."

"Mmm, can’t forget the fish. Run by the grocery and get fish food."

We started walking, hadn't gotten too far before she had a suggestion, "It’s not too late. Would you want to watch a movie? Maybe some wine?"

I smiled broadly, "I would love that. I'm not ready for the night to end."

"Me neither."

I like knowing what's next. With our closeness tonight there's no doubt we'll be cuddled together on that couch. Something in the movie or us talking will pause. A pause that's perfect for a kiss. That's all I want. Anything else is topping on the ice cream.

Fish food and wine made for an interesting grocery trip. The guy checking us out looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I glanced at his name tag, "Trust me, Chris, it makes sense." He laughed.

In Emma's kitchen she tended to the fish, now named Mycroft, while I opened the wine. She handed me a pair of glasses and pointed toward the stairs. "I'm going to run to the bathroom. Pick out whatever movie you like."

I sat our glasses on the table next to the chaise and tucked myself in the corner. I went into her favorite collection and poked around. I picked a comedy and had it pulled up when she came back, "This ok?"

"Absolutely. Have you seen it?"

"I don't think so. I love everybody. Not sure how I missed it."

I hit play as she sat down close to me. I put my arm on the couch back, giving her an invitation. She tucked her feet underneath her and tucked herself in tight next to me. I took a deep breath, taking in the moment.

The next thing I remembered was waking up who knows how much later. The movie was back on the start screen, so at least two hours. I was still stretched out on the chaise. Emma was too. She was using my shoulder as a pillow and her leg was hooked over mine. Her arm lay on my chest and my arms were around her. I shifted my shoulder a little, trying to restore feeling to my fingers, but she stirred and I froze. Her face crinkled up a little then softened. At the same time her fingers flexed against my chest then relaxed.

I think I'm a good man. A good man in an interesting situation. A better man would carry her to her room and cover her with a blanket before leaving her a note and locking the door behind him. Saving them both from an awkward morning. Definitely sparring myself from questions from my mother about where I'd stayed the night.

I am not the better man.

I'm not even the next step down guy who leaves her on the couch under a cover, writes a note, and goes home.

I'm the good man who likes what's going on here. My hands are in safe zones and will stay there. I like the feel of her body warm against mine. I don't want to leave. I don't want to write a note. I want to go back to sleep, wake up and laugh our way through an awkward morning, and make plans what we're going to do after I finish helping mom move in.

In my sleepy state I decide I will never end up kissing her.

Next time I woke up there was a wonderful smell of coffee filling the room. I stretched my arms high and turned to look in the kitchen. Emma, in last night’s clothes, was pouring two cups. She saw me stretching, "Good morning, sleepy head."

I stood, stretching again, "How long have you been up?"

She smiled and put the cups on the breakfast bar. “I woke up a little bit ago, but was so warm and comfortable I didn't get up. You make a good pillow."

I sat on the stool, reaching for my cup, "Thank you. You were a good blanket." I watched her cheeks pink with embarrassment. I couldn't have that. "Please, tell me I didn't fall asleep first?"

Emma shrugged, "It was close."

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction

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laurasinele · 5 years ago

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To bring him back (a Fictober19 Stucky drabble)

Prompt 21: “Changes is annoyingly difficult”

Fandom: MCU

Tags: light angst, canonical memory loss, implied past relationship, stucky

Warnings: none apply

Ao3

It comes a time in one’s life when, after being confronted with the impossible enough times, nothing is impossible anymore.

Steve Rogers had faced enough impossibles to believe almost anything. That’s why he didn’t second-guess much his gut when it jolted at the close sight of the ultimate assassin’s eyes. He could have sworn that was Bucky’s brow, Bucky’s nose bridge, Bucky’s determined gaze. He just needed to confirm with some authority that whatever unbelievable lost link in this narrative was a reality. Time travel, cloning, more super-soldier serum… He didn’t even questioned why his childhood friend, his best and only true friend, was trying to kill him. There sure must have been a reasonable explanation for it. Like extraterrestrial forces. Or fairies.

The following months of fights and disagreement, of conspiracies and treason, were just a blur. Nothing compared to the fact that Bucky was alive. Nothing as hurtful as the fact that his childhood friend, his best and only true friend, didn’t remember him. Nothing as plunging as the realisation that this was the proverbial end of the line. Again.

In the end, at a great cost, the Avengers assembled anew, and they took Bucky in. Better with them than against them, was the reasoning behind his recruitment. He underwent a gruelling neuro-psychological procedure to get rid of each and every trigger mechanism. The matter of getting his pre-Winter Soldier memories back was never risen. When Steve asked, everybody from SHIELD’s medical staff to Banner and even Loki and Dr. Strange told him it could happen or not, but there wasn’t a way to bring them back on purpose. As knowledgeable as they all were in their own fields, the human mind, they said, was still one of the greatest mysteries of the universe.

The Avenger known as Winter Soldier was a quiet superhuman with an enhanced metal arm. His face and voice and date of birth were those of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, declared missing in action during a Howling Commandos mission against HYDRA. There’s where any similarity ended. Where Bucky had been good-humored, the Winter Soldier was brooding. Where Bucky had been extroverted and easy-going, the Winter Soldier kept to himself and was always one fraction of a step away of inabiliting the closest menace. Where there used to be that famous charming smile of Bucky, the Winter Soldier’s lips where always pressed thin, downcast, and his gaze was the closest thing to the void Steve could imagine.

After all, the end of the line had arrived when Bucky fell of that moving train and Steve failed to catch him. There was no impossible turned true for them. His childhood friend, his best and only true friend, was gone.

The world underwent several catastrophes, most of which never made the public eye, a handful of them solved without even leaving the Avengers headquarters. Old frictions smoothed, new friendships were born. Steve only looked longingly at the Winter Soldier every now and then, trying to find any sign of old Bucky’s personality resurfacing. It was an afterthought now. Those who had been worried for him and called it obsession in the first weeks didn’t even noticed.

The first time the Winter Soldier smiled, Steve dropped his mug of coffee. He said it was lack of sleep and everyone believed him.

It wasn’t a big smile. His face relaxed for a moment and the corners of his lips perked up slightly. Steve had made a joke that he thought no-one would get when they’d asked him about being in “active service”. They meant literally, as in the military, but he made a sexual innuendo, because in his time “active service” could mean being sexually active. He said it rejoicing in the fact that no-one would get it and he would left them wondering once more about his sex life. But Bucky, no, the Winter Soldier, had smiled imperceptibly as he kept his head down, studying the history of the decades he had missed.

Wanda catched the mug before it shattered against the floor, Steve made his lame excuse about not sleeping enough, retrieved his coffee and headed to his bedroom to try and calm down. It had been just a smile. A smile because of a joke that could have been funny in the forties. A joke he did several times with the Howling Commandos. “I’ve never been officially in active service in my whole life”. It could mean anything and it was funny because, literally, it was true but, figuratively, it left them wondering. But the Winter Soldier surely didn’t remember that. He probably smiled because that bit of slang was in his vocabulary, nothing more. Bucky was gone. He was the Winter Soldier now.

Steve wasn’t sure if he needed a nap or a 50 miles sprint, now. He took his sweatpants off and put on a pair of rated jeans and a zipped hoodie over his plain white tee. He put on his baseball cap and fake glasses and headed out, to his exhibit. That, he reminded himself, was the only place where he could see Bucky, the real one. He looked more alive in the black and white footage than the Winter Soldier had ever managed to look in the real world. Now Steve needed to punch something, since there was no one left of those who did that to Bucky. The ones that killed Bucky. The ones creating an impossible in this stupid world where everything could be but this. It was a too loud world, too bright, too fast. Steve needed some respite. Maybe sleep would have been a better idea.

He couldn’t help but try, because of course he couldn’t. He had never been known for dropping things. He had been known for following his gut and ending up being right. So he kept peppering his speeches and chats with subtle hints to the thirties and forties in Brooklyn. Very specific things that only someone who’d been there would get, but not as singular as to catch the other Avenger’s attention.

The Winter Soldier got them all. And Steve emboldened with each smirk, huff and glance. They were all very subtle and never led to a meaningful conversation. The Winter Soldier’s acknowledgement of Steve’s strategy finished in the non verbal hints of getting the reference. Tony Stark’s acknowledgement of Steve’s strategy was more direct.

“A word, Cap”, said Tony after a briefing. When everybody left the room to their assignments, Steve cocked his head and waited for Tony to say something. “You know I am not against him anymore, do you?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tony…”

“Because I don’t. I swear, I learnt. We all learnt. He was a problem, until we realised he was a victim, and now he is a very valuable asset”

“What’s your point?”

Tony sighed through his nose while pursing his lips and weighing Steve with a stare.

“I wouldn’t want him to become a liability”.

Steve felt the all anger of their Civil War creep in and zero into Tony’s solar plexus. He managed to refrain but he wasn’t amiable when he spoke.

“Again, what’s your point?”

“I know what you are doing. I don’t think anybody else has, I just happen to pay a lot of attention to you. Well, probably Nat knows too, because she’s rolled her eyes at me a couple of times when you drop…”

“Okay, enough”. Steve knew better that denying it, but that didn’t mean he was willing to discuss it. “Your advice is noted. I won’t let it become a liability, but I won’t let it go either, because if there is a single chance to bring him back I will try. I won’t put it before the Avengers or the world’s safety, but will keep trying until he’s back or until one of us dies, whatever happens first”.

When Tony spoke he did it softly, measuring his words, the ghost of their past enmity very much present.

“Captain. Bucky is gone. You mourned him. If he ever comes back, that’s great, but chances are he won’t. And we cannot afford to have the greatest strategic mind of the planet distracted with psychological games and grief. It wouldn’t be betrayal if you let it go”

“It would”, he said defiantly, before speaking more calmly: “Advice noted, Stark. I will bear it in mind, I promise. You don’t have to worry”.

It had been a long time since Steve had gotten in the exhibition outside opening hours. Still, the guard tipped his cap as he opened the door for him.

“Long time no see, Captain”

“Been busy”, he smiled. “How are things, Alan?”

“Great as usual. You’ve got company by the way”, added Alan when Steve was about to round the corner. He stopped on his tracks to ask who, a cautious, calculating expression on his face, but then he saw the Winter Soldier standing in front of one of the panels. He turned his head and saluted, wearing that blank expression of his.

Steve approached him and stood by his side for a while. When the video on the screen had finished a loop, Steve talked in a low voice:

“Never took you for a nostalgic”.

The Winter Soldier hummed and turned to Steve:

“Me or your good ol’ pal Bucky?”

Steve looked at him not really sure if that was a genuine question, and accusation a retort or what in hell. The Winter Soldier walked to the next panel and Steve followed him.

“I come here every now and then. I try to make sure we won’t meet, because I don’t want to disturb you. I know this has some importance for you”.

“It has. I appreciate the thought”. And then, after hesitating for a while, he added: “Why do you come?”

The Winter Soldier shrugged.

“To see if it all comes back. It never does though”.

Steve’s face fell and the Winter Soldier noticed. He continued, this time looking at Steve.

“I come here after certain dreams or flashes. I don’t remember much aside from my.. HYDRA missions. And some unconnected things. More sensations than images or memories. Sometimes I dream a game of throw in an alley. Sometimes it’s me lying on a couch, looking at a chapped ceiling. A fan is buzzing and someone is drawing. I can hear the pencil against the paper and I can feel boredom and frustration, because I want them to stop and go play. I remember some things from the war too. As I said, only flashes. I come here and look at the pictures and try to find some link between them”.

Steve breathing was heavy and his jaw was set without him even realizing. He made himself look away from the Winter Soldier and into Bucky’s mugshot in the panel. Their expressions were so different it could have been an entirely different face.

“Why haven’t you come to me? I could help you figure out those memories. We were joined at the hip, I probably remember those moments too. If I had known you were starting to remember I’d probably…”

“Change…” interrupted the Winter Soldier in his low monotone voice, “is annoyingly difficult. Specially when your mind has been set to a single track and you were excellent at it. It feels slow. It feels like disappointment. I don’t really remember you. I know we were good friends because I’ve been told, and I’ve read here”, he said nodding towards the panel in front of them, “but I don’t know why. I don’t know what happened. And I see what you do to try and bring this guy back, and the faces you make when I just don’t react. I didn’t want to give you false hopes in case he never really comes back. I know you must miss him a lot”.

“Oh, yeah? How would you know that?”, asked Steve with a sad laugh. The Winter Soldier turned his back to the panel, sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

“There’s this feeling whenever I look at you. Like I want to punch you and kiss you at the same time. And during missions, there’s this need to protect you at all costs, as if you weren’t a virtually immortal super soldier. I don’t know where it comes from, but I know it’s Bucky’s”.

Steve looked at him, mouth hanging slightly. The Winter Soldier sighed again, turned his face to Steve and tried a small, apologetic smile.

“That’s how I know, pal. He misses you too”.

Steve watched the Winter Soldier walk down the hall towards the exit. He turned back to the panel and Bucky’s mugshot. And he saw the very same smile the Winter Soldier had just given him. Steve smiled in return. It wasn’t a sad or unrealistically hopeful smile. It was the smile that had always made his way to his lips whenever Bucky was around. The one with which he said “hello” to him, and “goodbye”. The one with which he said “thank you”, “I’m sorry” or “I’m glad you’re here”. The one that loudly stated “I love you” for nobody to hear but his childhood friend, his best and only true friend. And he might be getting the echoes of it.

#fictober19 #stucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #captain america #Winter Soldier

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cartoonzgiggle · 7 years ago

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Laser Tag Date - H2ONanners

For Melly. ♥️ @mellowdreemurr I hope you like this because it’s my first time publishing something in third person so I hope it lives up to your expectation, lol. I’m sorry I kept you waiting for literally ages but it’s finally here. :P

Prompt idea:

Even though it was Jonathon's idea to go laser tagging, it was Adam who was the most excited about showing his skills off in front of his boyfriend. All morning he had snuck up behind Jon, scaring the life out of him in preparation for their upcoming play date in the dark.

"Every single time!" Jon huffed but also with a whiny cry at the same time.

"Gotcha!"

Adam was grinning from ear to ear as he carefully slid his hands around Jon's waist from behind. Scaring him was actually becoming a recurring thing in their relationship. It used to be Jon who scared Adam the most but the roles had now reversed and it was always Adam who was the culprit.

"You ready to get beat by the king himself..." Adam smirked whispering into Jon’s ear.

There was something about people whispering in Jon's ear that always made him feel giddy even more so that it was Adam being the one to do the whispering. He was not going down without a fight though. There was a reason why he suggested going laser tagging today. Jon wanted to prove he was just as sneaky and mischievous as his boyfriend who seemed to have taken the title away from him.

"Are you ready to get beat?" he sassed back.

"Oooh! You're feisty today. I like this side of you." Adam purred, squeezing Jon into a tighter hug.

"Feisty is my middle name! You should know that by now."

"Uh-huh... we'll see, we'll see, don't wear anything bright," he replied in a quiet tone, removing his hands from Jon and heading out from the kitchen.

***

During the ride over to the building where laser tag was held, Adam tried his hardest to get the scoop from Jon about his gameplay plan. Going as far as trying to flirt and use his charms to find out what exactly what was going through Jon's head. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to work this time. It was time for Jon to take back the title that was originally his

"So every man for himself then, huh?" Adam asked, tapping his finger on the headgear of the car as he watched Jon get out.

"You're not getting anything from me."

"Aw, you're going to do me dirty like that?! Oh, you watch out now, mister. I'm aiming for you specifically now."

The pair of them laughed at the rivalry they created. Deep down they loved each other unconditionally but this was all part of the fun. Neither of them wanted a relationship where the other wasn't interested in doing anything. They wanted an adventurous and spontaneous relationship and thankfully they found it with each other.

Jon took one look at Adam as they walked into the building. He had the biggest smile plastered on his face which only made Jon more ecstatic about this great idea. It seemed like it was a good day to go laser tagging as a bunch of other people from all ages was also lining up to get into the room with them. It would definitely be harder to recognize Adam now there were people his height and weight in the dark. But there was one thing Adam seemed to forget though. He was wearing a white band on his wrist which would glow up in the game arena. That was one thing Jon would be looking out for in the dark.

After they had paid for a few games, they, including everyone else headed up to the room where they had a quick briefing on the equipment and how to play for all the new people playing.

"Psst, you're going down," Adam said whispering into Jon's ear just like he did this morning.

Jon smirked and leaned into Adam's ear. "You'll be the one going down... tonight."

His response perked Adam up straight. His eyes widened like he was a proud boyfriend of what just happened.

"Damn, I guess we'll see what happens tonight then..." he cooed softly which ended with a wink.

"Loser has to do everything the winner wants for the whole day and night." Jon quickly added.

The request made Adam raise his brows in surprise. He was always up for a challenge since he normally won anything he tried. It was something he was always lucky with that frustrated a lot of his friends which is why Jon wanted to try and stop the streak too.

"Deal!"

"See you in there," Jon said while picking his laser gun up and moving towards the group of people heading into the room.

Adam couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend and how confident he was with winning this bet. He wondered if he had a trick up his sleeve but quickly threw the thought out of his head. Jon was smart but he was clumsy too so Adam wasn't afraid to lose because he knew for sure, he'd be the only winner today.

When everybody seemed to be in a position, the doors slowly closed making the fluorescent lights around the room shine brighter in the dark. Whispering could be heard from people around the darkened room. Jon was hiding closer then he thought from Adam but neither of them could tell where the other was until the game would officially start.

The moment the loud horn blared from the surrounding speakers, that was when everyone had erupted into loud chatters, laughing and screaming. Adam sneakily used his stealth to shimmer around walls also hiding behind them as people ran past, completely missing him standing close by. There was only one man he wanted in his head and he was going to take full advantage of him when he proved to be the reigning king.

Jonathon, on the other hand, was shooting everyone on sight. He managed to get a whole bunch of people who weren't paying attention to their surroundings. Although it had been only about 5 minutes since the game had started, he still hadn't come across his competitive boyfriend yet. He knew that Adam would be sneaking around trying to find him though.

"Oh, Adam... you're not winning this," Jon whispered to himself as he slipped behind one of the standing walls.

He watched and waited as he saw people running close by but not checking where he was currently hiding. The one thing that he suddenly remembered was Adam's white band around his wrist. Nobody that went past him had anything that resembled the band yet which only made Jon a little more nervous than usual. Adam was definitely using his stealth for the bet they made beforehand and he wanted to win.

Adam was having a ball sneaking around and avoiding everyone just to focus on Jon. The adrenaline rush that came over hunting his very own boyfriend drove him more into competitive mode than ever. Once quick glance from behind one of the walls and he saw a few kids rush by but no sign of Jon. That was until he saw a similar slim figure that recognized the very man he was looking for.

"Gotcha..."

A smile grew three times his normal grin as he stepped out from behind the wall, taking the softest steps possible in hopes Jon wouldn't turn around to the sound of someone dragging their feet. This was it for Adam, he knew right then and there that he had won this bet.

Unfortunately for Adam, Jon knew he would take the bait and wouldn't immediately take the shot. Adam was the kind of guy to toy around before doing anything major, especially in situations like these and Jon used that knowledge to his advantage. He managed to get a glimpse of that white band when he came around one of the hidden walls, that was when he decided to use himself as bait. All he had to do was get in Adam's line of sight and it would draw him out and follow him until he got close enough. Close enough for Jon to swing his plan into action.

While dodging the other players as much as possible, Jon made his way to one of the corners of the play match arena, anticipating the arrival of his competitive boyfriend only minutes later. Less than two minutes later, Adam had waltzed around the wall and into Jon’s sight.

"I thought you'd make this a little harder for me... Looks like I'm the..."

"Wait, I need to tell you something quickly... Just give me a second." Jon interrupted Adam, grabbing the plastic vest they had originally put on before coming into the arena. Jon pulled him into the place behind the standing wall where it was just the two of them confined to small space.

The tone change in Jon's voice was enough to stop Adam from playing the game for a few minutes and to focus on him. He never liked hearing that tone from Jon and his initial instinct of "protective boyfriend" mode switched on.

"Look, I'm sorry..." Jon sighed, not letting go of the vest on Adam's chest.

Adam looked at him, confused to what he was apologizing for. Jon looked into his boyfriend's eyes and leaned into his lips. Their lips connected as one and at that moment, any feeling of pride and competitiveness left Adam as he felt incredibly swept off his feet by the one person he truly loved. Who knew making out in a laser tag game would be a weakness to Adam.

Jon was the first to break their kiss as this was more business than pleasure. There was no way Adam knew what was happening right now. He was clueless.

"Can you forgive me?" Jon smiled, removing his hand from Adam's vest.

"For what, silly?" Adam responded with a tone of sadness added to it.

Jon looked down at the laser gun and let out one last sigh. "This..."

Before Adam could even react, Jon quickly put his hand on the laser gun and shot at the sensor on the vest. An evil smirk formed from Jon who slowly backed away, leaving Adam speechless as he witnessed his own boyfriend manipulate him to win the bet his own special way.

"Should have shot me when you had the chance..."

#h2onanners #mellowdreemurr #hope you liked it doll

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pitubea1910 · 7 years ago

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Fresh Start - Part 17

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Oliver Queen, Thea Queen, Iris West, Kara Danvers, Caitlin Snow, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle

Words: 2379

Warnings: none I think

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @moonlightbae14 @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms @jade-cheshire3303 @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo @captainboomerangsunicorn @catscanwritetoo @arianna280398 @mikkywinchester @oliviagrace02 @fofo64004 @l4life @philautia-love-of-self @x-andallyourlittlethings-x @alina-hp @gothesimplethingsinlife @kindfloweroflove @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme @blue-berry-barry-allen @staceyisweird @megasimpleplan4ever @vilolisun @sup3rf1ash @thatcrazyfangirlmaze @musicfreak180 @ciellovesweets

Request: -

Notes: so here it is! The final part of this series I’ve loved so much. I’m not sure if I liked the final as a whole but I’m happy with the series, really happy actually and I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve done! Thank you so much for the constant support, it had meant a lot! Also, I know this is not how it happens in the actual show but I hope you like it anyway! As I already said, next week (probably on the weekend) I’ll start my next series about Tom Holland. I don’t know how long it will be because I have SO MANY ideas for it. If you’re interested in it just let me know!

MASTERLIST

Once that things were okay with Oliver it really felt like you could win this. Maybe you didn’t know how, but you trusted the weapon they were building would work. Still, when it had been five hours without any kind of notification from any of them, you started to get worried.

“They’re working, guys” Iris said. “You can’t expect them to build a…killing-alien-machine in an hour” she added. You nodded in agreement.

“But maybe in two” Barry mumbled. You squeezed his hand under the table, earning a small smile from him.

“We all are worried but pressing them will not help at all” you said.

“She’s right” Thea shrugged. “Whatever they come up with, I’m sure it will be the answer. But Rome wasn’t built in a day”

They all sighed with a nod, knowing there was nothing they could do. After looking at them, you looked out of the window with a sigh. You really were scared. What if the aliens finished their weapon before you could finish yours? What if they attacked?

“Hey…” Barry whispered by your side. You looked at him immediately.

“Want to go for a walk?” He asked.

You smiled a little, happy that he noticed how much you needed to clear your head. It took just a nod from you and he was already standing up. The whole group looked at you two with confusion.

“We’re going for a little walk” Barry informed taking your hand.

“Everything okay?” Oliver asked, looking straight at you.

“Yeah, I just need some fresh air” you smiled at him.

He gave you one more look before nodding so you and Barry headed outside still holding hands. Once you were outside, you let out a huge breath before wrapping an arm around his waist. He pulled you closer by your shoulders and kissed your head before starting walking down the street.

“I’m worried” you finally said. Barry looked down at you, rubbing your shoulder slowly. “What if they don’t finish on time?” You asked.

“They will” Barry replied, not needing any specification.

“But what if they don’t?” You asked again, stopping to stand in front of him. He looked at you and sighed.

“I don’t know” he admitted. Biting your lip, you looked up at the sky. “We will fight. Like we always do” he added taking your hands.

“They’re aliens Barry” you whispered looking at him. The moment he saw the tears in your eyes, he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know” he whispered back, hugging you as tight as he could. “I will protect you. No matter what. You will not get hurt”

“Maybe you will” you finally said looking up at him. He frowned not letting you go. “I’m not worried about me, Barry, I’m worried about you. About Oliver, Thea…about everyone” you confessed.

“They will be okay too” he tried to comfort you.

“You don’t know that” you said shaking your head.

“No, I don’t” he said taking your face in his hands. “But I need to believe it. If we don’t have hope…what’s left?”

You knew he was right but you still found it so hard to believe that you could win this one. Yeah, you had watched many aliens’ movies and the human race always won, but that was fiction, not real life. And the reality was that the chances were almost nonexistent.

“(Y/N)…” Barry said.

But before he could say anything, both of your phones rang at the same time. Immediately, you took them out to see a text from Cisco: we got it. You two looked at each other and without any other words, he picked you up and started running towards the Labs. Maybe, after all, there was hope for all of you.

Since you were the first ones to get to the Labs, you had to wait around 15 minutes before everybody was there. You all were standing around Cisco, Caitlin and Felicity, who were holding something that looked like a big gun but deformed.

“Okay, everyone” Cisco said after clapping once. “We made it, we made the Multiweapon!” He exclaimed.

“Multiweapon?” Kara said.

“I’m still working on the name” Cisco shrugged, obviously embarrassed by the lame name they had come up with. “I was thinking something about the Ultimate Weapon but-“

“Cisco, there’s no time” Oliver cut him, with his arms crossed.

You chuckled a little at Cisco’s face but then payed attention to his explanation. You had to admit that you didn’t understand much, but if their math was right, which used to be, that was the device that would allow you to defeat the aliens, by destroying their ship so they would have to go home and leave you alone.

“So what’s the plan?” Thea asked.

“That’s the tricky part” Caitlin said, stepping forward. “We have to be close to them so it is powerful enough to work”

“How close?” you asked, not liking the way this was turning out.

“Space close” Felicity said.

“What?!” Barry exclaimed.

“Someone has to go to space?” Kara asked with a frown.

“Either that or we wait until they decide to land in the middle of our ocean” Cisco shrugged.

“That’s not an option, right?” You asked.

“The greens wouldn’t be too happy” Diggle pointed out.

You all looked at each other, not really knowing what to say next even though all of you knew. Someone had to do it, there was no other chance but who was going to take such a big risk?

“I’ll do it” Kara asked.

“Kara, this is not even your world”, Barry said.

“But I’m the only one who can actually go to space” she replied. “Not for too long but I hope long enough to fire the weapon” she shrugged.

“It’s dangerous” Iris said.

“I know” she nodded and looked at Cisco. “Let’s send them home” she smiled.

Immediately, everyone started to get ready. Cisco explained to Kara how the weapon exactly worked while you, Caitlin and Felicity made sure that the coms were working properly. None of you knew if they would keep on working once she crossed the atmosphere but everyone hoped for the best. The rest of the team didn’t have much to do, except watching the sky and the streets in case some alien decided to attack.

“All set up” Barry said speeding into the cortex after setting up different new camera around the city.

“We’re ready” Caitlin told Kara.

“I’m ready” she nodded, even though she looked nervous.

“Are you sure you can do it?” Oliver asked her.

“Of course, I’m Supergirl, my cousin is Superman” she shrugged.

“Super-what?” Thea asked.

“Never mind” Kara laughed, shaking her head. “I’m ready”, she said again.

Barry approached you while everyone walked out of the cortex to do their part. You knew his part wasn’t big or too dangerous but you still were worried.

“I love you” you said hugging him. He laughed a little and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too” he replied and pulled away to kiss you. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t worry” he smiled.

You nodded, still worried, and kissed him again before letting him go to join the others. With a sigh, you sat next to Caitlin who squeezed your arm and gave you a reassuring smile, which you returned before focusing on the coms.

“Everyone in position?” Oliver’s voice said through the coms.

“I’m good” Barry said immediately.

“Yes, Barry, we knew you would be ready soon” Thea mumbled making you chuckle.

After a few moments everyone was in place thanks to Cisco, or Vibe in this case, who had taken all of them to their positions in no time. Caitlin was constantly checking the city cameras in case there was any kind of movement, Felicity was trying to hack into the alien ship, while you paid attention to the coms, in case something went wrong.

“All clear” Digg said. You took a deep breath, knowing it was all about to start. When everyone checked in, you all looked at each other, it was time.

“Okay, guys, I’m flying” Kara suddenly said.

“Remember, you have to be-“ Cisco started saying, but Kara but him off.

“200 meters away. The less the better, got it, Cisco” Kara said.

“Damn guys, I’ve got an alien on the 3rd with Jackson’s Boulevard” Thea said.

“I’m on my way” Barry said immediately.

As usually, no one had to time to stop him so all you had to hear your boyfriend and your sister fighting a space monster, while Kara kept on reporting on how high she was. Just a few more minutes and probably the coms would be dead.

“We’re good, guys” Barry said through the coms.

“Fifty seconds guys, in case we lose contacts, I’ll do it as fast as I can” Kara said.

“Good luck” Oliver said.

You looked at the screens, seeing how something was going higher and higher into the sky until it just disappeared at the same time your contact to her was cut. She was on her own. Meanwhile, Oliver and Digg had also reported some alien attacks around the city. You could feel how tense you were and it didn’t matter how much Felicity and Caitlin tried to comfort you, you wouldn’t calm down until they were all back, safe and sound.

“Fuck…” you heard Barry’s voice in the coms.

With a frown you looked at the girls but they were too focused looking at the screens. You followed their gazes and gasped as you saw the image of the sky. A bright light was lightning up the whole sky, a light that suddenly turned orange and red, like a fire had started up there. It had to be Kara.

“She’s doing it” Caitlin mumbled.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “Their engines are blowing up!”

Just then, something came down form the space, leaving a trail behind it. Usually, you would be terrified, thinking it was a meteorite but this time you gasped, knowing it was Kara.

“She did it!” You exclaimed.

“Guys?” Her voice appeared again on the coms. “Some assistance?”

“You okay?” Felicity asked her, worried.

“Yeah, just suddenly exhausted. I’m going straight to the Labs” she said.

The three of you ran towards the elevator to be outside when she landed which didn’t take her long. She was stumbling a little so you hurried to help her. She thanked all of you but sat down on the concrete floor.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, bending down next to her.

“Going to space, firing a Multi Weapon and destroying an alien ship is kind of exhausting” she said.

“It worked?” Barry said appearing out of nowhere, as usual.

You all looked at Kara before she nodded. You let out a huge relieved breath and let Barry wrap an around you as you leaned against him, suddenly exhausted as well. Eventually, everyone started to arrive to have the news deliver to them. Relieve was all over their features, at least until Kara confessed not having the weapon with her.

“What?!” Cisco exclaimed. You smiled a little, knowing what was coming.

“I just dropped it I guess?” Kara said, finally standing up.

“You��dropped…my weapon…my baby…in space?” Cisco mumbled, suddenly pale. You tried not to laugh by hiding your face in Barry’s chest. “Can’t you fetch it back?”

“Cisco!” Caitlin exclaimed. “She’s not a dog!”

“But my-“ he tried to keep on talking but Caitlin wouldn’t let him.

“All she has to do now is rest and then go to her own planet, you get it? Are you aware of what she has just done for us?” She kept on scolding Cisco, who kept on trying to say something.

“Thank you so much, Kara” you thanked her, walking over her. “Are you really going back now?”

“Yeah, my world needs Supergirl” she shrugged looking down at you.

“You can stay and rest?” Thea suggested.

“Don’t worry” she smiled. “I’m better now” she nodded.

“Will you come back, right?” Barry asked wrapping his arms around her.

“Actually, it’s time for you to come to my Earth” she winked.

“I want to go! I want to meet the other me!” you exclaimed.

“Calm down there” Oliver said, wrapping an arm around you. “We still have to talk about interstellar trips, alright?”

“Boring” you said rolling your eyes.

You hugged Kara before the rest of the team did it and finally Cisco, who was still pouting about his weapon, opened a breach for her to go. She said one last goodbye and went through it.

“Damn, that’s cool” you mumbled.

“Forget it” Oliver said, making Barry laugh. “Don’t, Barry, I see you” Oliver added, looking at him. Barry gulped and looked at your brother. “We still have to talk, you know? If you’re going to date my sister, there’s a couple of things I have to say about it”

“Oh man, there we go” you said rolling your eyes.

“Good luck” Thea laughed. You smiled and walked over her to hug her tight. “I guess you’re staying here?”

“Of course” you smiled before looking at your brother and your boyfriend.

“I won’t hurt her, Oliver” Barry said with a sigh.

“Good, because if you do, I swear I will come here and hunt you down” he threatened Barry. You laughed at Barry’s face and walked over them, before someone said something wrong.

“Oliver, it’s okay” you smiled at your brother. “He’s the best thing I’ve got” you added looking up at Barry. “I love him”

“So cute” you heard Caitlin in the back, which made you chuckle.

“And I love you” Barry replied, looking down at you, forgetting about Oliver.

You smiled at him and turned so you were facing him, at the same time he placed his hands on your face to kiss you slowly, just happy that everything turned out how it was supposed to do.

“Okay, I’m not having that in front of me” Oliver said and turned around to walk away.

You laughed against Barry’s lips and pulled away but hugged him anyway. What had started like a simple university adventure, a new degree, had soon become your new life, your family. You had gotten what you had been looking for: a fresh start.

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rexcrystallis · 7 years ago

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this blog and episode ignis

I’ve always stated that I am canon divergent, and place my exact divergence from the decade long nap we’ve been presented in-game. From there, my portrayal differentiates and sunders itself from canon. That said, episode Iggy and its true ending is still canon for my main verses, and here is were I lay down several crucial areas that may affect my portrayal. Find more under the cut. Heavy spoiler warning. Do NOT read unless you’ve completed Episode Ignis.

I. First Things First I have stated in a previous post that I do not agree with this DLC. I hold fast in my opinion that the DLC runs counter to everything Square has built up so far for Ignis’ character, especially his devotion and loyalty to Noctis. How Ignis has been set up even in the main game tells me that when he acquired knowledge (foresight or preview or what-have-you) of the prophecy, he would have told Noctis about what the future entails, or at the very least tried to make time or find means to cross-reference the revelation to what they already know as a group and what Noctis already knows of his calling.

The DLC poignantly highlights that Ignis understands that all his life, Noctis has never made a big decision, that others have constantly decided things for him. To have Ignis aware of the magnitude of this central flaw in Noctis’ upbring and not do something about it (especially when he gains power in the form of knowledge in that he has an inkling of what the prophecy will exact form Noctis) breaks Ignis’ character for me, forces him to do a 180 with no real solid reasoning behind it. It puts Ignis into the same complicit category as Regis and Lunafreya, two people supposedly very important to Noctis, but did nothing for him and even led him to his demise.

Ignis here had the chance to give Noctis knowledge; an opportunity to make a crucial decision knowing all the facts presented before him. But he did not take that chance, and instead joins Lunafreya and Regis into being complicit and leading Noctis to make choices based on misinformation. Noctis had no choice left; the core material of the DLC does not change the main game, and Noctis remains where he is from Point Zero - uninformed, unable to make an educated choice simply because time has run out for him know all that he had to know.

On this point alone I very much want to reject the entire DLC, but I cannot, because as much as I am able I do not ignore my own canon context for my portrayal. And so I must incorporate it for my muse and his main verse, and all verses tied up from that said maid verse.

II. So What Happens To Kingu? I reject the ten-year nap. In my personal canon and main verse, Noctis, instead of going to the crystal at once, at first fights off Niflheim while rallying the surviving noble houses of Lucis under his banner, alongside all remnants of Kingsglaive and the Crownsguard. He collects a rag-tag army of allies and is thrown head-first into politics and ruling. He will have done all that he can to bring himself up to speed, and discover that Regis not only willfully raised him in ignorance, but somehow expected him to take his fate lying down. I have been consistent since the inception of this blog that my take on Noctis rejects his fate; that he rises to become a king and even rules for some years before his unpaid Covenant exacts its price, and he dies. He leaves behind a tremendous power vacuum that once again plunges the world into war.

Therefore, my Noctis will have taken all steps to know what there is to know: he would have asked people around him if they knew about the prophecy, and what it entailed. Therefore, further, he would know that Ignis somehow acquired knowledge of the prophecy and withheld it from him. (I am leaving this open, because I would love to properly thresh this out in a thread to any Ignis willing to. The how, the why, the when and the where will have to be written, but my general consensus is that, yes, Kingu knows-- or came to know, eventually.)

III. And If Kingu knows, What Does He Think Of Iggy? With the exception of @cookignis and @suitedfordark my muse will approach any other Ignises with a significantly lower level of trust. Understand that before the reveal, he would have held Ignis in highest regard; Ignis to him would be that one person who he believed would love him enough to be honest with him, and not hide something of this magnitude from him. But Ignis does, and this-- well, this will have profound effects on my interpretation. Ignis was the last person he counted on that he could trust fully; it turns out that Ignis was like the rest: like his father, who left him to his fate instead of trying to help him prepare for it, and Lunafreya, who pretty much did the same thing. The trust is shattered, or gone, depending. And he may or may not trust another Ignis again (depending on how much the said Ignis RPer follows or acknowledges the DLC).

So then, my muse acquires another layer of disillusionment, because apparently, there is nobody he can trust except himself. Everybody else who should have cared enough to prepare him for what he was looking at, did not, and gave up on him. This thought will now shape my future interactions with any other Ignis RPers not the two specific URLs I have mentioned at the beginning of this section.

IV. Does that mean you no longer ship IgNoct/ does IgNoct lose your OTP status? It’s complicated. Out of character I will always ship IgNoct. I do not just ship after all, but try to acknowledge all flaws of a pairing. That is part of my enjoyment of a ship; I do not erase or wash down any problematic areas of the relationship.

In-character is another matter entirely. My muse, after this DLC, may be less receptive on IgNoct material in general.

V. I am an Ignis RPer and I want to try ship with you still. Can I do that? By all means, but like I said, I’d prefer it if we plot this out, because this DLC is part of my canon context still, and like I said, I do not ignore canon context, do not erase crucial parts, motivations and tone down character for a ship. It will be tough work, considering that down my muse’s end, his trust is broken. Trust broken, after all, usually can’t be fixed.

#.ooc #.psa #.save #salt mine #spoilers

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overwatch-imagines-hub · 7 years ago

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this isn't really limited to any specific character(s), but i'd like to request reader having issues w/ fuckbois harassing them either irl or online and getting help from the overwatch crew!! tysm!!!

I’m thinking D.Va, Sombra, and McCree.

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D.Va

Gaming was a common pastime for the two of you, obviously

Free time in the evenings during the week consisted of casual gaming while snuggling on the couch or in bed, weekends consisted of 2-3 day long gaming marathons and competition

Unfortunately, with most gaming came gamer fuckboys

You both got them and knew it; usually they were on mic and you would just end up muting them and that would be the end of it

Except a lot of the people who had been bugging you on mic started harassing you via the private messaging system recently

You mostly ignored it and kept it from Hana, hoping it would die off at some point

However, some of the messages had gotten a little weird or creepy from time to time

You had been scrolling through and deleting the endless messages one afternoon when D.Va had come early from a mission to surprise you

She was sneaking into the room behind you to play the “Guess Who?” came when she caught a glimpse of the annoying comments displayed across the TV screen

“What the hell?”

You almost fell off the couch in surprise before turning around and questioning why D.Va was back so soon

Too late; the gamer girl had just come back from a mission only to throw herself into another

She plopped down on the couch next to you, stole your controller, and began going through all the messages in your inbox and trash

All the messages tend to came from the same few people, gamers both you and D.Va have dealt with at one point or another

Now she was gonna wreak havoc on them

She ended up blocking each of the fuckboys from your account, despite your protests that it was unnecessary and that you could handle it

Then she switched to her own account, rounded up a large group of her online gamer buds via PMs, and sent them off with mission to raid the fuckboys’ camps in-game, steal their shit, and just give them hell whenever said fuckboys had the nerve to appear and try to pick a fight

She ended it with messages to each of them, saying simply “NERF THIS!” and signing it with her bunny insignia

Needless to say, you didn’t have problems with them anymore

You two grabbed snacks, sat back, and played a few casual games after that

Her mission had gotten home early because her mech had exploded and leveled a building, which may or may not have finished the mission but also had gotten that particular group of members banned from the general area

Sombra

So your workplace has these weird coworker relationship-building exercises sometimes

This time it had happened to be where you were paired up with a coworker and had to interview them with some basic questions provided by your bosses

You had gotten an undesirable coworker who was always a little pushy and too comfortable with everybody, thus making everyone quite uncomfortable

Towards the end of the exercise some of the pairs that had gotten along better than others may have made plans or exchanged phone numbers because why not

Seeing this, your coworker keep trying to bug you for your number as well

Even though you had said no, the coworker continued to bug and annoy

You finally in and exchanged numbers, making a mental note to block the fuckboy’s and possibly even change your own when you had the chance

By the time you had gotten home from work that evening, your phone had been blowing up with texts and missed calls from this annoying fuckboy of a coworker

You still hadn’t gotten around to blocking the number or telling him to bugger off because you were busy getting home, then setting up a meal and such

You had invited Sombra over dinner and to help you with some networking stuff for work

Even though you tried to keep an upbeat and concentrated mood, it was clear that whatever nonsense was going on in your phone was bugging you a huge amount, so Sombra sneaked your away to see what was up while you weren’t paying attention

“Hey, Sombra, am I doing this righ-- Sombra, what the fuck, is that my phone?”

“Who’s this fuckboy blowing your shit up, (Y/N)?”

You explained the situation to her while trying to steal your phone back, though she only returned it after she’d mentally wrote down the number blocked it from your phone

Before she left, she hacked into your phone and changed the number for you, just as a safety precaution

When you went back to work the next day, coworkers were both confused and lowkey celebrating

Fuckboy had gotten an email stating that the business was transferring him across country for work

You never saw him again

McCree

The two of you were out on the town and there just happened to be a musical festival of some sort, with live music and dancing and drinks and food

Naturally, you guys decided to check it out and ended up staying for a bit

You went to go get a couple more drinks alone, despite Jesse’s offering to do it himself or to tag along with you

Hanging out in line to the fold-up drink table along had unfortunately resulted in some cheeky fuckboy coming up and trying to chat you up

At first, you just ignored him and continued playing on your phone until you reached the front of the line and were able to get your drinks

But even had you started to walk back to your place, Fuckboy Supreme hung around you and continued their bugging, even going as far trying to take McCree’s drink for himself

When they tried to do so, you told them to back off and leave you alone

So, naturally, the fuckboy started having an aggressive fit

You were about ready to chuck one of your drinks at him and go buy another to replace it

However, McCree had noticed the commotion and moseyed on over behind the fuckboy, spun them around and knocked them backwards on their ass

When they started to get back up to try and pick a fight, the cowboy casually adjusted his jacket, discreetly showing off a quick view of his Peacekeeper

“You try to get back up, you’re gonna have a much worse time.”

The message was received and the fuckboy stayed where they were until you and McCree had moved along

McCree plucked his drink from your hand with a grin

“This for me or for your new friend?”

“My ‘new friend’ was a total douchebag. Thank God he didn’t stick around too long.”

#anon #overwatch headcanons #headcanon #overwatch d.va #overwatch hana song #hana song #d.va #overwatch sombra #sombra #overwatch #overwatch jesse mccree #jesse mccree #mccree #overwatch mccree

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misskieshakate · 7 years ago

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Me: *typing that shklance thing i’m doing* Ah time to rest a bit. Me: *hanging out in the shance tag and suddenly seeing Shallurance* My curious ass: hmm I’ve never seen Shallurance content before… *reads the whole thing* Brain: Hmmm Me: No. DON’T. YOU. DARE. Don’t you fuckin dare! Stop. STAH- Brain: Werewolf AU Me: Fuck you. Fuck you that’s brilliant. Agh I hate you BRAIN!

the Shallurance I’m talking about by @fratboyshiro

Shiro is the Alpha of the Voltron Pack (i couldn’t think of any cool wolf pack name, bite me). He’s mateless for a long time and would love to keep it that way. But his pack members as well as his brother and Beta, Keith, urges him to find their Luna immediately.

You see, the Galra- a group of Rogues- were once again wreaking havoc on their borders. Th other members were questioning his ability to protect them and the land. It was Keith’s idea to convince Shiro to participate in the upcoming “Run”. The Run happens every year where unmated wolves from every pack in the vicinity come together to find their mates. All wolves that are of age with lower ranks are given thirty minutes to run into the woods. The Alphas and the Betas will enter the woods after the half hour mark. From this point on, there’s no holds barred. If you find your mate, you can Mark them and Bond with them immediately, regardless of consent.

Keith has confidence that Shiro will find his mate during The Run. That’s how he found Hunk in the first place. And since Keith was the younger- not related by blood- brother, he was happy that no one interfered with his Bonding or even pressured him into keeping the pure Alpha bloodline. It was also a way to shut down any threats of challenge and usurping from his pack members.

With Shiro pushed to a corner, he made the decision to participate in this year’s Run. Unfortunately for him, this year’s Run falls under a Red Moon.

The moment Shiro stepped foot on forest grounds, his senses were overwhelmed with how many werewolves were there. Various scents from different packs made him skittish and suspicious. It was a normal reaction when people you don’t know invade your land. He had to fight down the growl that almost escaped his lips when his wolf, Black, whispered Danger in his mind.

The smell of testosterone and pheromones charged the air, along with a wild static energy that came with a Red Moon. He could feel the pull of Turning to his wolf form, giving Black the power and control over his body. To simply let his instincts take over and run wild. That’s the power of a Red Moon.

Shiro sniffed at the air, familiarizing himself with the scents of the different packs that were in his land. He can smell citrus, flowers, honey, musk, spices-

Wait.

He took a deep inhale, focusing on that one single scent that brought shivers throughout his body. He couldn’t find the source of the scent, but when he met his brother’s eyes, understanding flowed between their bond and he couldn’t help but smile.

It was 10:30 in the evening and everybody was itching to run. The event starts at 11:30 where the other wolves are tasked to run into the woods, and at 12 midnight the Alphas and Betas run after them. But before that, a small ceremony is held, blessing the forest grounds, and giving time fore the wolves to get ready. All participants must prepare a change of clothes that must be retrieved after the Run. Everyone should wear minimal clothing (tube tops, crop tops, or no shirts at all, paired with shorts or cargo pants or tights…), and wear the mask specifically made for every pack. Since the Moon is strong, there is no need to apply oils on the body to accentuate one’s scent.

The first bell rang, prompting the other wolves to head straight to the woods. Shiro stretched his arms and legs, cracking his neck and back, calming himself and his wolf down. He’ll soon have his mate.

When the second bell rang, Shiro dashed to the woods. He outran the other Alphas who nipped at his heels. Shiro let Black control his movements knowing well that the predator in him has the highest chance of finding his mate.

There!

His head snapped left, then up and up to a canopy of trees. Shiro smirked, already loving the challenge of meeting his mate. He leaped to the nearest tree, then climbing it all the way up to the top before jumping over the next one, then the next one, then the next until the smell of sand and waves crashing into each other became stronger. The predator inside him growled in anticipation.

There was a rustle of leaves in front of him then a flash of blue. A figure dashed to his right then jumped off. Shiro watched as his mate gracefully landed on their feet before swiftly running away. Shiro noted his mate’s antler mask with a blue ribbon tied to one of the horns. His mind also memorized his mate’s flimsy, large shirt that exposed their elegant neck and a shoulder, as well as their bare long legs. Shiro was salivating with only a glimpse of his mate. Goddess, he wanted to taste them now.

Shiro jumped off the tree and started running off to their mate’s direction. Shiro was in pursuit, allowing Black’s assistance to add a ferocity to his movements. He stopped when he heard a small giggle. It rang in his ears and was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

“I know you’re here, Mate.“ There was a growl in his voice which only made his mate giggle more. Shiro loved that sound, but to Shiro’s wolf it was a challenge, taunting him to catch the prey that dare play with a predator.

“I can’t run anymore.“ A voice, a light tilting voice pulled Shiro’s attention to a bush near him. “You win.“ His mate panted, finally stepping out of the shadows.

Shiro had to remember how to breathe.

The figure that stepped out of the shroud of darkness was a person with a willowy figure, all long graceful arms and legs. A swimmer’s body, he thought. The shirt they were wearing had a low and loose neckline, exposing a shoulder. It ended mid thigh where his mate’s long legs were waiting for him to bite and taste.The antler mask covering his mate’s face did nothing to cover the vibrant blue, almost glowing eyes.

“I’d want to remove my mask but I’m guessing you’d want to do the-aaahn.“

His mate’s appearance, his smell, his everything was too much. The urge to claim was much too strong. The moon amplified his animal instincts, prompting Black to the forefront of his consciousness. The animal inside him had no trouble erasing Shiro’s rational mind and replacing it with reckless impulsiveness, driven mad with the desire to claim what is his. Shiro surged forward, grabbing his mate’s soft neck and biting into flesh.

It was like tasting fireworks on his tongue. Explosive, almost electric feeling override Shiro’s senses. Flashes of the beach, soft caramel skin, brown fur, blue eyes… his mate’s memories, he noted. It was like the Goddess herself was tying them together. Her handiwork pushed his mate’s essence into him and Shiro almost felt overwhelmed with all of it, like another person was invading his soul.

He heard a surprised yelp from his mate but later on turned into a moan as Shiro licked and sucked on his Mark. His Mark. Mine. All Mine. A guttural growl escaped his lips when he felt soft hands exploring his chest.

“I need to do the same. Please? Please let me Mark you too.” His mate was breathing hard against his exposed chest (Shiro didn’t wear a shirt, typical), kissing and licking at his collarbone.

Shiro groaned, stretching his neck for his Mate. He hasn’t done this before. He was an Alpha his whole life and exposing someone’s neck was a sign of weakness. But in order for their Bond to be complete, his mate needs to Mark him too.

His mate reached up, their fingers digging on the back of his neck so Shiro leaned down to let his mate nuzzle into him. HIs mate lifted their mask just enough for them to expose their mouth. Without warning, Shiro’s mate bit him.

Ah, he thought, so that’s why he’s mate was panting when he bit them. Biting his mate may have been a series of fireworks, but being bitten and claimed was a whole new sensation. It was like a soft caress of silk against skin, rubbing oh so right in every nook and cranny, but that was only the first few seconds of the Bonding. That friction made by the smooth caress of his mate’s presence grew and grew until it became an immense heat that consumed him.

The term Bonding suddenly makes sense. He felt bound to the person before him, his body, mind and soul binding itself to his mate, intertwining in a complex knot no way in finding where it starts and where it ends. For the first time, he felt complete, a missing half he didn’t know has now been put in place.

His mate licked the mark they made sending shivers up and down Shiro’s spine. His mate pulled their mask down, covering their mouth and looked up. With blue eyes twinkling under the moonlight, his mark swollen on that slender neck, Shiro have never seen someone so beautiful.

Shiro knew something was wrong the moment he and his mate stepped out of the woods. His brother was cheering and hollering at him, his fist pumping up the air while Hunk, his mate, was smiling at him. The others, the wise old advisers that were loyal to his family, were frowning and shaking their heads. Shiro wondered why they were acting that way. He found his Luna, the Alpha bloodline will never be broken, shouldn’t they be happy?

A woman with dark skin and brown hair ran up to them and hugged his mate. A feeling of possessiveness surged through him.

Mine!

He shoved the woman away and bared his teeth at her, growling menacingly in her direction. The woman didn’t cower in fear nor whimper when she hit the ground. She bared her teeth too, a feral growl rumbled in her throat. She didn’t back down even when Shiro was forcing his Alpha presence towards her, ordering her to yield.

The woman had the guts to scoff at his attempts and flicked her hair off her face. His mate’s head was down, not refusing to look at both him and the woman.

“It seems like you found yourself an Alpha, Lance. A possessive one at that.” The woman dusted off the dirt on her immaculate dress. Shiro noted the blue ribbon tied around her neck.

Lance, finally a name for his mate. Wait… Lance doesn’t sound like a femini-

“Heh, he’s not that bad.” His mate replied, laughing while scratching the back of his head. “Compared to you, he’s a lot easier on the eyes.”

That voice… The rush of his mate’s scent and meeting them for the first time distracted him of all the details concerning his mate. He now realized that his mate’s voice was low, lilting in a way that sounded like he was singing; his shoulders were way too broad but back there in the woods with the moonlight as their lightsource, it softened those sharp angles of his mate’s body.

The reason for the elders’ frowns were starting to make sense.

Lance looked up at him, their Bond burning hot and bright between them. Lance’s blue eyes casted down, not because of fear or intimidation but because of understanding. Lance’s fingers shook as he lifted the mask off his face.

The elders gasped when short brown hair puffed up his mate’s head. Sharp, angular features adorned his mate’s face- sharp almost elven eyes, a pointed nose, a crooked mouth that made his mate look like he’s always smirking, strong and sharp chin, smooth jaw… his mate was a male.

“Oh.“ Shiro sounded like the air was punched out of him.

“Yeah.“ His mate refused to look at him, but the damp smell of Lance’s sadness broke his heart. “I’m guessing you want to break the bond because, you know, I’m a guy.“ Lance stepped away from him, swaying on his feet and clutching the ends of his shirt. The watery thin tone lance used made his wolf whimper.

“What are you talking about, Lance?“ The woman ignored Shiro’s petulant glare and placed a hand on Lance’s shoulder. “The Bond is sealed, the Goddess gave you her blessing, why break it?”

“Can’t you see, he doesn’t want me.“ When did Lance moved so far away from him?

“Alpha Shiro, what is the meaning of this?“ One elder, an old woman with leathery skin and wispy white hair stepped forward, addressing Shiro without fear. She was staring at the Mark on his neck and looking at the bite Mark on Lance’s neck. Shiro knew she understood what was going on, she only asked because she wanted Shiro to explain it to the whole pack, to humiliate him in front of his own pack.

Shiro looked at Lance, his wolf howling at the though that he finally found his mate. Lance finally met his stare and Shiro knew at that moment that he will never let anything happen to Lance, never let anyone hurt his mate. He vowed to the Goddess. A flash of lightning sealed the deal… The goddess blessed them, he remembered what the woman said.

Shiro strode towards Lance whose blue eyes widened, his scent suddenly became stronger, pulling him in.

“I found my mate.“

I’m cutting it here because the second part is where the drama happens haha. Hope you guys liked it. This one has been sitting in my drafts for so long :D

Thoughts?

#voltron #shance #shallurance #ahh the wips are piling up!!#what have i done?!

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Request prompts:

1. "You need to back off."

2. "I don't like him."

3. "So? You're getting this train or waiting for the next?"

4. "You're back!"

5. "I think you're seriously in danger."

6. "Why's everybody staring at me?"

7. "What are you waiting for?"

8. "I'm proud of you."

9. "Can't we just hug this out?"

10. "Why can't the world just chill for one second?"

11. "How can you look so attractive while crying?"

12. "Please don't leave me. I love you."

13. "I trusted you."

14. "(insert name of fictional character/celebrity) wouldn't treat me like this."

15. "Pretty sure none of this was supposed to happen."

16. "Did you even sleep last night?" "I'll sleep when I'm dead."

17. "I'm not strong or brave, but I will fight for you."

18. "This can't be real."

19. "This is not what I envisioned when you said, 'Wanna play a game?'"

20. "Stop." "Make me." "Ooh, tension."

21. "I've come to adore your angry face."

22. "I know we're friends, but like... maybe I want to be more than that."

23. "Anyone who doesn't think you're attractive is an idiot." "What, you think I'm attractive?"

24. "You wanna do something later?" "Sure, your house or mine?"

25. "Are you asking me out?" "Depends on your answer if I was."

26. "Can I make you stay?"

27. "Like, what if I did love you?"

28. "Just kidding, I don't really care."

29. "Nope. That's a nope from me. Goodbye."

30. "You are the light of my life."

31. "You are... beautiful." "Don't try to sweet talk me, I have a gun to your head."

32. "You're gonna regret that."

33. "I didn't realize the only person I ever needed was you."

34. "Why are you crying?"

35. "Can you get out?" "Why are you crying?"

36. "I let you down, didn't I?"

38. "Oh, well aren't you bold?"

39. "Is there anything I can do?"

40. "I can't read your mind."

41. "I know what kind of person you are." "How? I don't even know what kind of person I am."

42. "Hey are you alright? You look under the weather."

43. "I'm really glad I met you."

44. "You...uh, wanna go out sometime?" "We're already outside? Oh! Oh, you meant...out out."

45. "How's your day?" "Excuse me?" "...I was just curious."

46. "Wanna play a game?" "No." "Why not?"

47. "You know what you should do? Suck it up and tell him you love him."

48. "You... You lied to me? That's wrong! Completely wrong!"

49. "It's...downpouring." "You can stay here, I don't want you to walk home."

50. "Is it irrational that I have a fear of rain because it could lead to storms?"

51. "I can't let myself fall for you." "Then don't."

52. "You aren't gonna like what I have to say." "Can you just not say it then? Can that be a new rule?"

53. "Nothing matters. I'll be by your side and that's all I want."

54. "Whoa, there. You good?" "No..No, I th...think I'm gonna pass out."

55. "I'm f...fine. I'm fine. It's okay. This is okay, I'm just....just bleeding and there..there's a lot of pain in...involved."

56. "Most people that I push away tend to stay away, you know." "I'm not most people, then."

57. "I love you." "You love everyone who gives you food." "True, but not what I was referring to."

58. "I'm a fool, aren't I?"

59. "You know, just once it would be nice if you were the one chasing me instead of me always chasing you."

60. "It's not even noon and you are already driving me insane."

61. "You're not jealous, are you?"

62. "Are you drunk?"

63. "Are you just going to sit there?" "Yes. I am comfy, content, and I give up." "...Can I join you?"

64. "I don't need any of that, I have you."

65. "When I look at you...I feel like I finally have a home."

66. "I can't imagine my life without you, anymore. I'm not leaving."

67. "Hey! Hey, look at me. It wasn't real, nothing is going to hurt you. I'm here."

68. "Are you okay? You're sweating." "Bad dream."

69. "Hey, you're okay now. I'm not going to let anything hurt you."

70. "Will you please... just stay here?"

71. "Just one more chance is all I'm asking."

72. Haunted house

73. Nightmares

74. Stage Fright

75. Laser tag

76. Baking/ cooking

77. One of them is an insomniac

78. Thunderstorm

79. tICKLING

80. Argument

81. One person is sick and the other takes care of them

82. Scars

83. Putting up Christmas lights

84. DaNcE LeSsOnS

85. All nighter

86. Sad movie

87. Scary movie

88. Together in a play (maybe cliche maybe not you'll see)

89. On a plane

90. Orchestra rivalry

91. Mario Kart

92. Accidentally cosplaying a major ship and people at a convention kept asking for pictures of them

93. Cashier/customer

94. Caught in the rain

95. It's too cold out

96. Christmas tree decorating

97. Person A listening to person B sing while B doesn't know that A is there

98. MiStLeToE

99. Both of their cars broke down and now they're together at a gas station in the middle of the night

100. skinny dipping (sorry not sorry)

101. On a cruise

102. YOU'RE PREGNANT???

103. Tol and Smol™

104. Apartment neighbors AU

105. Falling into each other

106. Coffee shop AU

107. Roommates AU

108. Fairytale AU

109. personal space (or lack of such)

110. one taking up the whole bed

111. ice skating

112. bored at a party

113. road trip

114. taking a class

115. paired together for a project (could be cliche or could not YA NEVER KNOW)

116. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

117. "What are we?" "Just two people, sitting here trying to figure out what love is."

118. CAMPING

119. A jumps on B's back thinking they were A's best friend but oops you're strangers

120. Fortune cookies

121. Reincarnation

122. "Ah, fuck me. No- no, that wasn't an invitation."

SOULMATE AUs

1. AU where everything you write/draw on your skin shows up on the skin of your soulmate

2. AU where at birth everyone was given a necklace that was half of a shape and their soulmate had the other half and the necklaces would colder or warmer depending on how far the other was

3. AU where any injuries/disfigurements that one of them has show up on the body of the other, but don't cause the other any physical harm or pain

4. AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate

5. AU where the voice inside your head is your soulmate's thoughts

6. AU where the song you have stuck in your head is whatever your soulmate is singing

7. AU where you have a tattoo that is your soulmate's age when you meet them

8. AU where you have a tattoo telling you what your soulmate is most passionate about

9. AU where on the first of every year, each person spends an hour in their soulmate's body

10. AU where people age until 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soulmate so they can grow old together

11. AU where your mortal enemy's name is on one wrist and your soulmate's name is on the other. For you, both are the same name. The names are written in your soulmate's handwriting.

12. AU where your soulmate's first word is tattooed on your wrist

13. AU where everyone's right eye is their natural eye color and their left eye is their soulmates eye color

14. Soulmate AU where everyone has the first topic their soulmate talks to them about tattooed on their wrist, but not specific dialogue.

15. AU where your soulmate's first name is tattooed in the palm of their hand and you get the tattoo on your eighteenth birthday

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