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awigglycultist · 3 years ago

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Okay hatchetfield zombie apocalypse au bc why not ("but tgwdlm is a zombie apocalypse" shh no that's an alien musical apotheosis and also this is won't be the exact same as tgwdlm)

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would and also kinda ramblely (is that a word??) oops. So read the rest under the cut

Okay this takes place in 2019

Emma and Paul are together, emam ofc suggests they going to her cooky reclusive biology professor

This isn't the apocalypse Henry excepted and he doesn't like that, but hey he still prepped for an apocalypse so he's safe

Since this isn't a musical apocalypse and it'd probably be pretty hard to get money off of someone during a zombie apocalypse, so he's currently not trying to murder anyone

He let's Emma and Paul stay with him

But then Emma is like "hey you have room do you think my nephew, brother in law and his gf could stay with us? The gf's a nurse she could be helpful!!"

He eventually agrees

Then Paul's like "hey my coworkers are kid dumb asses there's know way they're surviving an apocalypse on their own can they stay with us? And also one of them has daughter and the other has a little brother (cough cough HCB) them too?"

And then Hidgens ends up agreeing to that, and then Alice and HCB are ofc both like "wait hold on our friends-" (ie: Deb, Ziggs, Grace Chasity (this would be HCB's friends not Alice's ofc), Cineplex kid (because I said so) Ethan (also Tony, my beloved) Lex and Hannah (once again, because I said so, do we seem them interact? No, but they're friends now)

And Hidgens at this point is like "well fucking fine I guess so! Bring em here we have a bunch of ppl already so why not!!"

All of these people, living under one roof (albeit a very big roof) is ofc chaos!

I'd imagine ppl kinda stay in groups a bit tho. Like the teens stay with each other for the most part. CCRP gang hangs out together most. Ect.

Still, very chaotic. The teens (really mostly Deb, Ethan and Lex) causing plenty of trouble. The adults all being dumb asses. Plenty of arguments between Bill and Ted ofc. And probably several arguments between the nerdy prudes (grace, hcb and cineplex) and the other teens. Probably one fight between Alice and Ziggs but it gets settled quickly and they figure everything out and clear the air and become good friends.

I mean you think this amount of ppl, particularly this certain group of ppl, are going to be well organized durning the apocalypse? Hell no!

Hidgens is the only one that actually understands shit about apocalypse, he's the one who prepared! (once again: although for the wrong one) so he's constantly having to be like "no we can't do that that's dangerous!!" Emma, Alice and Lex are the only other really competent ones.

Hidgens ofc spends his time trying to find a cure, Emma helps him. If life ever goes back to normal she has an automatic A in his class for the rest of college just for going through this shit and helping him.

Tom, Bill, and Tony are the dads. They're obviously dealing with the kids. But the do mainly try and focus on their own kid because... That their kid ofc they care about them the most. But they try to take care of the other kids too.

Bill has a rough time connecting with anyone besides Alice. But Grace was always nice to him church so there's that. And ofc Alice has gf, a gf he doesn't like a ton but now he's very much stuck with so he might as well try and get along with. They eventually do.

Tom ofc like I said cares most about Tim. But after him the next he cares most about are CaliforMIA gang. Lex and Ethan were his students (I know it's not confirmed that Ethan was one of students but he is now bc I want him to be), probably his favorite students, and that Lex's little sister who's only a few years older than Tim, ofc he's also gonna care a lot about them.

Tony also cares alot about Lex and Hannah, that's his son's gf and her little sister, once again, ofc he'll care about them alot too.

Becky absolutely cares about all the kids a ton!! She's a nurse who works with kids, she's very nurturing and mother like. She cares for and about them all fairly equally but Tim is her favorite because... Well that's her bf's son and she's known him the longest out of any of the kids ofc. Lex and Hannah end up loving Becky alot because she's so much kinder and sweet than their biological mother.

Before the apocalypse Ted took care of HCB, now he's still taking care of him ofc. Ted doesn't want to be taking care of any of the kids besides his brother. He wants to drink and party and stuff. I mean it's the apocalypse so why not? But he ends up taking care of Grace and Cineplex quite a bit too. This happens not bc others aren't taking care of them, they are being taken by the other plenty well (like I said the dads and Becky all care for all the kids they just have favorites) but because they see HCB going to Ted for almost everything and Ted doing stuff for/helping out HCB so they're like "well okay guess we'll go to him too" He's not happy about it. He already has to deal with his obnoxious little nerdy prude bother and now there's two more? But part of them reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger. Maybe that's why he doesn't like them, or also maybe that's why secretly likes them a ton?

Hidgens, Emma, Ted, Tom and Lex are the ones that go out most often because they're the only who are really able to fight off the zombies and stay safe a stuff (okay Ted not so much as the others but they bring him anwyay cause Henry's like "he looks like he can use gun or something" and Emma, Paul, Bill and Charlotte are all like "this is a horrible idea don't bring him" but they do anwyay. He doesn't kill any of the others so hey why not keep bringing him? Besides if something goes wrong they can use him as bait or throw him to the zombies to get them off the rest of the group /hj)

Other ppl in Hatchetfield exist of course and are out they're trying to survive. Sam and Pamela are some of the first to die that's karma bitch

Lex and Hannah were living with Pamela ofc when the apocalypse hit, the girls wanted to go somewhere safer but Pam wouldn't let them, then one day she went out and got turned into a Zombie, the girls quickly took that as their chance to escape and they went to Tony and Ethan and then ofc ended up at Hidgens'

Charlotte was with Sam before he turned into a Zombie and then when he did she ran to Ted & HCB and stayed with them before they ended up at Hidgens'

Gary and MIAH are together and trying to survive on they're own. Sylvia, Melissa, and Greenpeace Girl end up meeting each other and decide to gang up together and they're badasses. Dan and Donna are two focused on the news and finding out if Peanuts is surving (which yes, Peanuts, (as well as Papa Ed.. At least for a while) are doing fine) and they die pretty quickly. Holloway and Duke are doing great, Holloway's a witch so yeah she's good and ofc Duke is with her so he's good too.

Lucy is in Hatchetfield and she's already in the woods vibing with Chumby before the apocalypse hits (THAM doesn't happen in this universe and instead Lucy ends up finding Chumby own her own because uh??? Reasons??? Idk bc I said so) the two of them have no idea there's a zombie apocalypse. The Paul clones take this apocalypse as they're chance to escape, Paul23 leading the uprising ofc, they don't kill Paul and take his place tho, instead it's more like "there's a zombie apocalypse? Oh fuck yeah!" *escapes* "oh theres a zombie apocalypse oh no-" some try to stay in a group and live together, some try to go out their own. There's now a bunch of random Pauls and Paul zombies around town. The main gang do end up seeing the clones and they're all just kind like "uhhh wtf???" except Paul, he's absolutely freaking out, the clones kinda are just "uhh haha how do we explain this".

Spoiler alert: the world isn't destroyed. How? Not totally sure yet but probably through Hidgens managing to find a cure and time travel. Emdriod has traveled back in time to replace Emma, but oopsie she didn't travel back far enough so she can't kill Emma in Guatemala, so she goes to Hatchetfield in hopes she can kill Emma when no ones looking and just replace her then, but oh no there's apocalypse so thats a much bigger issue. She survives easily, she's strong af, doesn't need food, all that jazz. She and Emma do meet each other and it's another "wtf?" "how do I explain this?" situation. But Emdriod lies ofc and kinda explains what happened but said that she accidentally time travelled and leaves out the whole wanted to kill her part. Now the Emdriod has found Emma she does try to kill her, that's awfully hard to do tho considering Emma is literally always with a group of people, and Emdriod doesn't want to just kill Emma right in front of everyone bc then they'll all hate her and her goal isn't to just kill Emma it's too replace her. She end up giving up and she runs into Paul 23 and they bond of my doubles of someone and wanted to kill that somoen at first and then fall in love and kill zombies together :)

Ohh uhh other ships: Paulkins, Lexthan, Barneston, Potseed (Alice x Deb) ofc. Charted, Obnoxious Teens (HCB x Cineplex Kid) oh and ofc Holloduke. Uhh Bill x being okay for once, Ted x probably not dying for once (not too sure about that one yet) Hidgens x not actually trying to murder someone for once

Wait wait I just got idea: the zombie apocalypse occurs BECAUSE of Hidgens, he tries too bring back the working boys (remember his original backstory with accidentally killing them and stuff??)

Okay I think that's all I got for now

#starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 4 years ago

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Friendly Neighbourhood Phantom

rKay, y’all remember how I said I would write a fic for that one post I reblogged? Well, Wattpad still hates me, but here ya go.

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Danny was bored. He’d finally mastered the powers that decided to show up when he ‘died’ in the portal accident, but nothing was happening. Not that it was bad, just boring. He felt like he should do something. And when he overheard Sam talking about volenteering, he got an idea. “Sam, what was that thing you were talking about volenteering for?” He asked. “Oh, it’s a soup kitchen not far from here. You thinking about helping out?” she replied. “Well, yeah. I was thinking about using these powers for something useful,” “Danny, that’s genius. But volenteering is a big step. Maybe you could just help out people in ghost form?” “Huh, that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Sam!” He ran to class.

After school, he put his backpack down and changed. The first few times it was painful, but now it was a numb tingling sensation. He knew about the more sketchy areas in town and sped off.

He set down in a playground with a bunch of kids. There was one sitting off on her own. She was glumly playing with the sand. “Hey kid, want to play a game?” He asked. She stared at him. At first, she seemed startled, but she smiled. “Yeah! Let’s play hide and seek!” She giggled. He smiled. “Okay, I’ll count to ten and you go hide. Just don’t leave the playground,” He turned around and closed his eyes. She giggled and ran off. Once he finished counting to ten, he turned back around. He heard giggling from her, but decided to wander when looking for her. “Oh my gosh, you’re so good at hiding. I wonder where you could be,” He heard giggling behind him. After looking around a few trees, he acted like he’d just spotted the play structure. “Maybe you’re hiding in here?” He peeked under the structure. She giggled up at him. “You found me! Now it’s your turn to hide!” She ran off to the tree. He dashed into the slide and hid just in view. She spotted him immediately. “Ha! I found you!” “You did!” they played a few more rounds.

They were the only ones left when her dad showed up. “Iliana? Where are you?” He yelled. She dashed out from the play structure. “Right here daddy!” She yelled and ran over to Danny. He smiled at her and waved goodbye. “Iliana! That’s dangerous, don’t play with demons,” The dad snatched her away from Danny. “He’s not a demon!” Iliana said. “I’ve heard about things like you,” The dad narrowed his eyes at Danny. “Stay away from my daughter,” “We were just playing hide and seek!” Danny protested. “And I’m not a demon,” “Preying on children is wrong. Go back to hell,” Danny held back the tears and left. He knew the feeling. Transphobes liked to tell him to go to hell, but this was horrible.

Once he got home and finished his homework, he looked through his insta. Then he got a random idea. He went to the account blurb and clicked “make new account”. He took a selfie in his ghost form and set it as his profile pic. What to call it? He drummed his fingers on the desk and an idea came to him. He typed it in. Danny Phantom. He posted a bunch of anti bullying posts and selfies. He’d take pictures when volenteering as Phantom and put them up.

When he got to school in the morning, there was the usual buzz. Sam looked at him. Tucker was on vacation for a few more days. “So, how’d ‘volenteering’ go?” she asked. “Pretty good. I played hide and seek with a little girl. Is that a good start?” “Sounds good to me. But pretty good with you usually means that something happened,” She knew him too well. “I got called a demon,” He snapped. She grimaced. “Oh, Danny. I’m sorry. What was it?” “I think it’s just the whole ghost thing. I doubt he could tell I’m trans,” “Well, that’s gotta count for something!” “Maybe,” He sat down in Lancer’s class and pulled out a notebook. “Anything else happen?” “I started an account on Instagram for ghost me. I called it Danny Phantom. Should be easy enough to find,” “Don’t you think anyone’ll notice the parralels between that and Danny Fenton?” “The people here are too stupid to guess that. Besides, no one’s gonna connect the dots between me and a random ghost,” “Good point,” Lancer walked into the class. “Alright class, you know the drill,” Danny pulled out the novel they were reading this week.

Danny spent the rest of the week helping out in random ways and putting the pictures up on insta. Maybe it was kinda cheap, but unlike some accounts he’s seen, he was doing it solely for the purpose of raising awareness, not to make a good face. There were a few other derogatory terms thrown his way, but it wasn’t horrible. Today, he was going to start volenteering for real. He set down in front of the soup kitchen. “Listen, we don’t have soup till later. Come back then,” A guy wearing a big apron said. “Actually, I was going to volenteer to help out,” Danny said. The guy turned around. “You got a bit of a look going on there. Why do you wanna volenteer?” “To help out the community. And I can’t help looking this way,” “Huh. Well, get an apron on and help me make this soup,” The guy turned around. Danny obliged. “Uh, you never told me your name,” Danny said meekly. “Milton’s the name. And since I gave you mine, I’m gonna need yours,” “Danny,” “That all? No last name?” “You didn’t give me yours,” “Nah, but the kids like you usually boast about it. For a teen, you’re pretty humble,” “Thanks?” “Okay, enough small talk. Help me stir this while I get the other ingredients,” Milton thrust a long wooden spoon into Danny’s hands and walked off. Danny started stirring the big pot on the stove. He smiled and hummed a little tune to keep his attention. Milton walked back in. “No picture taking? You really are humble,” “I guess it just didn’t occur to me. I mostly made my account to tell people to be nicer to the less fortunate,” (Yes, the first part is a Toph line, but less condesending in this case) He kept stirring but didn’t pull his phone out. “You kids these days. Always an ulterior motive,” “I mean, I’m a ghost, so I could’ve been dead for hundreds of years for all you know,” Milton stared at him. “A ghost?” “Jeez, don’t panic or anything. Not all ghosts are malevolent. And I’ve only been ‘dead’, per se, for about a month,” “I thought it was just dumb hair dye and contacts,” Milton gaped. “Yeah, teenager just casually floats and nothing’s weird about that. Got the ingredients?” “Wha- oh yeah. Here,” Milton dumps the vegetable in the pot. “Sorry to scare you like that. I just didn’t want you calling me a demon or something when you found out,” “Why would anyone do that? Seems cruel,” “People don’t often care about anything but their prejudices,” “Generalization or stereotype there?” “Stereotype. I guess. Let’s just make soup,” He wasn’t about to spill his troubles onto a random stranger.

He stood in the window giving out soup. Sam was standing not far off taking pictures. He wasn’t completely sure if he should keep posting. But it was kinda late to do that now. Danny Phantom had started to gain attention Danny Fenton never would. “What the hell? I didn’t know Milton was the type to let freaks help out,” One skinny teenager in ripped clothes said. “I didn’t know there was a reason to not let a person help the less fortunate,” Danny handed him a bowl of soup. “Sorry man. I guess the stress of having to come here everyday is starting to get to me,” “It’s okay. When Milton takes his turn, wanna talk about it?” “Thanks dude,” The skinny guy sat down at one of the many tables set up. “No problem. It’s the least I can do,” Danny smiled at him. Milton walked up behind him. “I’ll take it for fifteen minutes. Ghost probably don’t need breaks, but I’d feel bad if I made you do all the work,” Danny nodded and ditched the apron. He phased through the wall and floated over to the skinny guy.

The guy looked startled. “You’re floating,” He stared at Danny’s feet. “Ya know, probably could’ve told you that myself,” Danny smirked. “Danny! Is your shift done or something?” Sam ran over. “Nah, I just was gonna let this guy talk about his problems to someone,” “You’re a ghost,” The guy looked lost. “Yes and no. Semantics. Listen, I’m not here to tell you about my weird life. I’m here so you don’t completely lose it from having to support yourself,” “Thanks again for that. So your name is Danny?” “Yeah. This is Sam. What’s your name?” “Jack,” Danny held back the snort that came with thinking of his bumbling father. Bumbling couldn’t have been more accurate. Jack Fenton gave Danny bumblebee vibes. “Nice to meet you Jack. What did you need to talk about?” Sam snorted behind Danny. “Shutup,” Danny slid into the seat across from Jack. “What’s funny?” Jack said. “Nothing. My dad’s name is Jack and you look absoloutely nothing like him. Sam is drawing certain parralels that don’t need to be there,” “Your dad? Do ghosts have dads?” “Half ones do,” Sam said. “We’re not talking about that. Why do you have to come here. You don’t look much older than 15,” “If it weren’t for the glowy hair and eyes, I’d say you don’t look older than 12,” “I’m fourteen,” “Close enough,” “Whatever. Why do you come here?”

Danny became a hit with the soup kitchen users. He’d talk to people about they’re issues with an air of concern. He didn’t shut anyone down no matter how small the issue. Soon, he wasn’t a freaky prospect, he was the ghost who listened to people’s issues. “I think we should get Jazz to help you out at the soup kitchen,” Tucker said one day at lunch. “I mean, she knows, so it can’t be that weird. It’ll give her some field experience with helping people out too. Yeah, that’ll work,” Danny took a bite out of the glowing sandwich. “Are you sure that’s safe?” Sam poked it. “Eating ectoplasm won’t kill me anymore than I already am,” “Touche,” Tucker said. “That’s not how touche works, at least I don’t think so,” Danny replied. “And you’re in academic english,” Sam laughed. “You are too! And english is like, my worst class,” “Fair enough. But yeah, getting Jazz to help out is a good idea,” She forked her veggy lasagna. “Okay! I’ll tell her tonight,”

The soup kitchen wasn’t the only place Danny volenteered. He kept up the random helping and stopped a few crimes when he came across them. It wasn’t like he went looking for crimes, but it came with the territory. He stopped a car crash one time. Danny Phantom slowly became a hit on Instagram. Danny had to turn off notifcations at night. He opened it and gaped. “500 followers overnight! And it’s going up?! Holy shit,” He turned the notifications back off and did his morning routine. It was break day, so he glared at the sports bra he knew he’d have to wear. “If I find that ghost boy, I’ll tear him apart molecule by molecule!” Jack Fenton said. Danny winced. It was normal at this point, but he didn’t like it very much. “Oh Jack. You know we should study it,” He head his mom say. Danny didn’t know what was worse, his dad’s threats of death or his mother’s dissociation. “Dann-o! We’re going looking for the ghost boy today!” Jack said excitedly. “What did he do wrong?” “Nothing, but he probably has an ulterior motive to all this helping stuff!” Jack replied. Danny sighed and pulled out the cereal. “That’s the ecto contaminated cereal Danny,” Maddie said. Mom, that’s what he meant. “Oh, whoops,” He put it back and grabbed a new box. “Why’re we keeping it anyways?” “It’s an experiment!” Mom replied. “You guys and all your ridiculous ghost stuff need to stop it,” Jazz huffed as she walked down the stairs. “But we have proof of ghosts now! And some of them can get they’re hands on human tech,” Jack- er Dad, said. “You mean social media? People could just taken random picture of a random guy doing that and made something out of it,” “He’s floating Jazzibear, that means something!” J- Dad said loudly. “Photo editting,” Jazz knew it was hopeless, but she did it for Danny. “Believe what you want,” Dad grabbed some fudge from the fridge.

Jazz and Danny walked to the soup kitchen. Well, Jazz walked and Danny floated. It was Saturday, so they were taking an all day shift. “500 followers Jazz! That’s crazy for one night!” “That’s great!” “I know. Oh look, we’re here,” Danny sped over to the kitchen while Jazz sat at one of the tables. “Hey, it’s my favourite ghost,” Milton said. “More like the only ghost you know,” “Yeah, let’s stir this pot and make soup,” Milton laughed. Maybe everything wasn’t great, but Danny was okay with that. He smiled and stirred the pot of soup.

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And, la fin. Maybe it sucks, but I felt like writing something for this. My first oneshot actually. Let me know if you want more of this! The idea came from a post I read by @redrobin-detective. I reblogged it for those who want to see the original concept. Sorry if my grammar is a little strange to you. I’m from Canada, and grammar here is different than the States.

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #fic #oneshot #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #mr lancer #trans!danny #tumblr accidentally made me post this so now it at least has tags #phandom #au

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 4 years ago

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Superman & Lois - Ep. 102 “Heritage”

In which the Sad Dad vibes and teen angst continues!

Spoilers!

Lois gets the opening and closing narration this week! And generally has more to do, which is nice.

The fam has officially moved to Smallville, so the boys are gearing up to start school...or are they???

Well, Jon is. Jordan is told he has to stay home until he can get his nascent powers under control because they don’t want him to accidentally flash frying a classmate. Which he almost did. Last week.

Clark calls Jordan’s accidental heat vision an ‘ocular release of energy.’

This decision, of course, leads to some FAMILY DRAMA. Jordan feels like a freak! Jonathan is upset that they’ve had to move! Clark feels like he’s failing as a parent!

Oh and also the guy in the Master Chief suit is on the hunt for Kryptonite. Which is, you know. Troubling.

SO it’s off to school for Jonathan and off to the Fortress for Jordan!

Lois, upon Jonathan asking why Jordan gets to go flying with dad: “At least we have the radio!”

One plus side about the show being ‘grounded’ and ‘prestige-y’: the high school drama is of a more believable variety. Still tedious, but at least it’s not dated 90s tropes.

...Well, okay. Not entirely true. Sarah Cushing’s personality thus far is ‘nice girl who’s dating a jerk’ and yes, the line “What do you see in that guy?” is said aloud. So.

Win some, lose some.

MEANWHILE, AT THE FORTRESS:

Love the actor they got for Jor-El. He’s perfect, in that he feels like an homage to Brando, Crowe, but is also his own distinct version. I dig it.

But there’s no giant key made of dwarf star matter because this is GROUNDED and REALISTIC and none of that SILLY CW NONSENSE, WE GOT HBO MAX MONEY.

Back to the Lois vs. Edge plot:

For all the folks wondering how Lois working at the Planet was going to continue, what with the show being set in Smallville...

WELL.

Edge now owns the Planet, so he re-writes a negative article she’s written about him, which leads to her quitting, and going to write for the Smallville Gazette.

Which is operated by Chrissy Beppo.

Who is...named after the super monkey?

Does this mean we’ll eventually meet other Smallville residents named after super pets? Like Marsha Whizzy, or maybe Kenneth Comet.

Seems a weird choice when ‘Bibbo’ is right there.

ANYWAYS.

Best line of the episode: “You know what babe? You do your Superman stuff, and I will do my Lois Lane stuff.”

MEANWHILE, THE SAD DAD VIBES INTENSIFY as Grandpa Jor-El reveals: Jordan...will never be like you, Kal-El. His human DNA is too limiting.

Which is a very interesting plot point (that was sorta mentioned/explored in Future State!)

So, about the boys: I still find them...mostly annoying. But I appreciate the dynamic they’re establishing: Jordan has always required more time and attention due to his anxiety disorder, and Jonathan has always had to look after him and compensate--this carries over into the new status quo where Jordan has the super powers and Jonathan further feels that his brother is getting time and attention and he needs to make sacrifices and changes for him/the family.

This leads to a really lovely moment between the brothers at the end of the episode that I genuinely enjoyed, so. I’m hoping that there will be more of that and less of ‘drama with Sarah��.

(Also if you think that sounds a little like another pair of Super siblings...it does! And also hold that thought.)

The OTHER big twist is that Master Chief AKA Captain Luthor comes from a world with an EVIL SUPERMAN.

To be clear, the set-up is very obviously, ‘Our Clark will prove Captain Luthor wrong re: thinking he’ll turn evil,’ so I’m not seriously suggesting we’re in for a full-on Injustice situation. I just find it funny, how quickly they pulled out the ol’ evil Supes.

(The one we saw in Elseworlds doesn’t count since that wasn’t Clark.)

And maybe this one isn’t either! I admit complete ignorance as to the comics stuff they’re pulling from; I guess it’s somehow connected to Project 7734 (Which is ‘hell’ upside down, as any fifth grader with a calculator will tell you) a counter-Kryptonian force put together by Sam Lane, I think?

IDK. Like I said, comics blind spot.

The episode ends with Grandpa Lane looking a bit spooked at the ominous 7734 keychain Captain Luthor gave him, and Captain Luthor still on the hunt for Kryptonite! DUN DUN DUUNNNNNN.

And now, time for a segment I’ll call: Gettin’ Super Salty w/Stranger wherein I will stash all of my frustration regarding the fact that this spin-off doesn’t really want to be a spin-off.

Okay, so first up! As mentioned, the Fortress design has been changed because the silly Supergirl version does not vibe with the new serious aesthetic.

Their loss! More Legion Rings, baby Sun Eaters, and impractical front door keys for Supergirl!

The sunstone AI details the last days of Krypton, and only one (1) pod is shown escaping the destruction.

Thanks, I hate it.

I do appreciate that Jor-El at least kinda appears to be wearing clothes that match the look of Supergirl’s Krypton. I wasn’t paying close attention to the buildings in the hologram, no clue if they match the architecture we’ve seen thus far.

Like, I get it. There’s no time to pause the plot and be like, ‘hey, just FYI, I’m not the sole survivor of Krypton, my cousin escaped as well’ but also AAAARRRRRGHHHHHH.

You’re using the versions of the characters introduced in Supergirl, the least you can do is namedrop her once. ONCE. That’s all I’m asking. XD

They missed their opportunity, actually; when the boys were like, ‘We have so many questions!’ All you had to do was slip in, ‘Are we related to Supergirl?’ Bam. Done. Never need to go back to it, you’ve acknowledged it, continue on with your solo Sad Dad adventures!

(Except I guess that wouldn’t work, since so much of this is built on Clark being the Lone Protector of the earth. If you allude to other heroes being around, your whole character motivation/struggle makes less sense.)

I get it but I don’t have to like it. XD

They shoulda just set this on another Earth!

Circling back to the sibling dynamic: I hate how now I really want Kara to someday appear on this show and hang out with the boys and be like, ‘ah, yes, I know the feeling, my sister and I were the same.’

That’s it, that’s all the crossover content I need. I realize Melissa is moving on to bigger and better things but MAYBE SOMEDAY. XD (Or maybe I’ll just write a fic, who knows.)

I can’t remember if I brought this up already but it is hilarious to me that anyone still thinks of Superman as a reporter--most modern takes treat it as an afterthought and here, it’s dispensed in the first episode.

It has not been brought up since.

Like, much is made about Lois leaving Metropolis, and what that’ll mean for her career, but no one in Smallville is like, ‘Clark, wow! Farming? That’s quite a career change!’

(I assume he’ll be farming, since they mentioned starting the farm up again.)

...You think anyone will drag the writers for tossing aside Clark’s ‘true calling?’

Who am I kidding? Supergirl fandom is not watching this show, they’re just harassing the people running the social media accounts.

SO OVERALL: The good remains good! The meh remains meh! I appreciate that this version of Clark and Lois exist as we inch ever closer to the release of the Snyder Cut! But also the behind-the-scenes stuff continues to hang over everything like a terrible cloud! Here’s hoping those problems are addressed!

#long post #superman and lois spoilers #that supergirl spinoff #stranger rambles

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hoboal87 · 5 years ago

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Elastic Heart Chapter One

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, OFCs

Pairing(s): None

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N sees a familiar set of eyes in the crowd, and remembers the first time she saw them and how they changed her life.

Word Count: 4300+

Warnings: Show level violence, cursing, pre-Stanford era Winchesters

Notes: Series will be mostly canon compliant, taking place during season 8/9. Also, for purposes of this fic Sam was born in '84 instead of '83.

Please give a comment or reblog and let me know what you think!

Elastic Heart Masterlist

Chapter One - Senior Year

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N”

I don’t hear my name being called, I’m in my own world, looking out into the crowd for a set of familiar eyes. I spot them three rows back and smile. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them, and I miss the days where I would see those eyes nearly every day.

Life as a nursing student consists of going to class, lab work, interning at a hospital, and occasionally sleeping. I’ve spent the past two years doing nothing but that. I’ve always been one to do things early, but this was the one thing that, for once, I was on par with my peers. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. From the first time I saw those eyes, they altered my life, sending me down a path that I never planned to be on. Taking longer than we had thought, but eventually, I got back on track.

Finish school and get my fresh start. That had been my goal for the past two years. Move on, with or without those eyes in my life. I wanted them, but I knew that logically, it couldn’t happen. Our lives were too different, especially now. I lost my chance of having them with me always; now, I could only cherish the holidays and long weekends that allowed us to be together.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” the announcer’s voice contains a bit of urgency this time, drawing my attention. I step across the stage, shaking my supervisor’s hand, and receive my metaphorical diploma. I look back out into the audience and connect with those eyes again, wide and filled with joy. I take my seat and think back to the first time I saw them and how they changed my life forever.

Fall, 2002

This was it, the first day of my senior year. This is the year I will prove to everyone that I am no longer a kid. This is the year, mom and dad will see that I can act like an adult and make ‘good choices’ but, I’m determined to have just a little fun.

For the last two years, mom and dad have insisted that I take extra courses and go to summer school to ensure I graduate not only with good grades but early. I’ll graduate in the spring and be off to college in the fall. All I really want is to wait, take a year or two, experience life outside of my parents’ house.

I make the point to do as many high school activities as I can. Activities that they discouraged me from doing for the last two years; choir, volleyball, anything that will get me out of the house but still considered a school activity. I joined the decorating committee, wanting to participate in homecoming as much as possible. I know as long as I do nothing life-altering, I’m gonna be free in May.

“Be mindful of your grades, Y/N,” dad said, reading over all the consent forms, “if they slip, you will need to cut these extracurricular activities.”

“They won’t slip, dad.” I roll my eyes. “It’s my last year, let me have a bit of fun, please?”

“Your average drops below an A, and I’m pulling you out of each one of these clubs, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” I mull over telling him the other part of my plan. “I was… thinking about getting a job.” I look down, not wanting to make eye contact. “Something part-time?”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Y/N,” mom enters the room, “You’re going to be so busy already, tell her Rob.”

“Your mother has a point, and if they accept you to all these clubs, when will you even have time?”

“I may not even end up in the choir or the volleyball team,” I argue, “and if I don’t I’ll have a free period every day, I can talk to the counselor about making it my last class and—it’s my Senior Year, please, don’t you guys think I deserve a little more credit than this? I should get to experience a little bit of independence, don’t you think? I’m gonna be away at college in a year, I’m probably gonna have some on-campus job, I need to learn how to balance between the two.” I catch my breath, hoping that they will agree.

“Fine,” dad sighs heavily, “the same deal goes. Your grades slip, no more working. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes!” I throw my arms around him, “Thank you!”

“Maybe you could get a job at the clinic,” mom chimes in, “get some experience in the field?”

“I don’t think anyone wants a sixteen-year-old working at the clinic, Sarah. Maybe at the drugstore, though?”

“Yeah,” I sit on the couch, “maybe.”

I discreetly start looking at apartments that could be for rent after graduation. I look on the outskirts of town and find a garage apartment that a very sweet older lady agrees to rent to me if it is still unoccupied over the summer. Finding a job gets put on the back burner as the school year moves into full swing. It turns out I can’t sing, and I suck at volleyball, but the coach offers me the position of manager, allowing me to still participate with the team at pep rallies and travel with them on away games. As the season comes to a close, and with Thanksgiving break around the corner, I decide it’s time to actively look for a job.

The trouble is finding someone willing to hire a 16-year-old high school student with no experience. I try some local retail stores, but I know that mom and dad will never go for the hours they want me to work. I walk into Joe’s Burgers, my favorite place to get some dinner and continue looking through the classifieds.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” I look over and wave to the man behind the counter.

“Hey, Dan, can I get a Bacon—"

“Your usual?” he cuts me off, smiling.

“Yes, please,” I look down sheepishly, handing him the exact amount of money without being told the total.

“Whatcha got there?” he nods towards the paper that’s now on the counter as he hands me my receipt.

“Oh, I’m just looking for a job,” I tuck the paper under my arms. “Need to earn some money so I can get outta this town after graduation.”

“What’s wrong with the town,” his face grows serious, “I’ve lived here my whole life.”

“Shit—I mean, n-nothing. Fuck."

“Y/N/N!” Dan bursts into laughter, “I’m just messing with you! You think you’re the first person who hates living here? We’re a small-ass town in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’re such a jerk,” I say, relieved, “I’ll be in my spot, okay?” He tries to contain his laughter as I walk away, making my way to my usual table. I flip through the pages, seeing nothing that would really work for me.

“You know Joe has been talking about hiring another cashier,” Dan says, bringing my food over, “and you’re practically here all the time anyway, you may as well make some money while you’re at it. You want me to talk to him?”

“Really? Do you think he’d hire me? I can’t stay late on week-nights because of school, mom and dad would kill me.”

“Yeah, we need someone to work the register, Jana can’t do it all herself. Whaddya think?”

“Oh, my god Dan, that would be amazing!” I get up and throw my arms around him to give him a hug. I watch as Dan walks to the back of the restaurant, after a few minutes he returns, giving me the thumbs-up. Before I leave, he gives me paperwork to fill out and a uniform, telling me to return the next day for training.

For three days, I train, working with Jana on the register. She is a few years older than me, with absolutely no filter. She always has me hunched over, laughing at something she has said or done. The lunches are busier than usual with the break. On Friday, she decides it’s time to leave me on my own, ‘best way to learn,’ she quips.

I’ve never been a social butterfly, and the thought of having to deal with customers on my own genuinely terrifies me for a few moments. After giving myself a small pep talk, I turn around to see three large men waiting for me.

The shortest of the three looks at me, and leans over the counter, “I’m here, what are your other two wishes?” he asks, flashing me a wink.

“I’m sorry?” I can’t believe this guy is serious.

“My brother and I were wondering,” he gestures to the tallest of the three, “if it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“W-what?” I feel the heat pooling in my cheeks.

“Dean, knock it off, we’re here to work.” the older man behind him smacks him upside his head, and I have to stifle my laughter. He offers a sympathetic smile toward me.

“Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?” I shot back; it was the only thing I could think of, albeit an awful comeback.

“It’s okay, just blink if you want me,” I stare straight into those green eyes for a solid 10 seconds before turning away.

“Dean, leave the girl alone, how old are you doll?” he asks, turning to me.

“Sixteen,” I say, watching as he rolls his eyes at the other two.

“See, are you trying to go to jail, son?” he says, looking at me apologetically “I’m sorry my sons are two walking hormones.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” the tall one huffs. Green-eyes shrugs and rubs the back of his head.

“Don’t even Sam, I heard you when we walked in.” Their dad grabs them by the shirts and drags them both to stand in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, this man grabbing his two grown sons like they were pre-teens, “Now apologize to…” he looks at my name tag, “… Y/N.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to offend you,” Green-eyes says insincerely.

“That’s fine, it’s part of the job, learning to deal with frat boys who love to mess with townies,” I smile back curtly.

“What the fu—” green-eyes is clearly trying to contain his anger, but his dad chuckles at the remark, and his brother can hardly control himself.

“Yeah, frat boy, don’t mess with the townie,” the younger one laughs, pushing his shaggy brown hair away from his face, revealing gleaming hazel eyes flecked with hints of green and blue surrounded by dark full lashes.

“Listen, Y/N,” green-eyes looks at my name tag again, “we ain’t no frat boys, in fact, we’re here becau—”

“All right, Dean, that’s enough.” His dad gives him a stern look that is clearly a silent conversation. “Since we’re off to such a wonderful start, let’s start over, yeah?”

I nod politely. These guys are clearly passing through and will be gone in a matter of hours or days, but Joe wants us to make all people, even the ones we’ll probably never see again, feel welcome.

“I’m John, you already know Dean,” he reaches his hand out towards the tall one, “and this is Sam. We’re actually looking into the recent animal-related deaths,” he says, producing a Fish and Wildlife Badge. I study it for a moment before handing it back. “We’re interviewing some of the local business owners and residents in the area of the attacks. Have you heard or seen anything usual, smelled anything weird, anything that comes to mind?”

“Oh.” I look at the three men; here I was being a bitch to the people trying to help. “Um, I just started working here a few days ago, animal attacks?” I look back up to John, who nods. “The only animals around here are coyotes, but even they’re pretty rare. I haven’t heard anything, but I keep to myself. Joe might know something, he’s the owner and knows everything about everyone.” I offer a smile.

“Is Joe in today?” John asks. His grey eyes hold so much pain as he looks at me.

“Um… yeah. He may have a few minutes now that we’ve slowed down. I can see if he can come talk to you?”

“That’d be great, thanks, Y/N.”

“Please, Y/N/N,” I say, blushing, covering my nametag, “No one really calls me Y/N.”

“Y/N/N,” he repeats, “I’d really like to speak with Joe if it’s not a problem.”

“Yeah, shit. Let me go get him,” I say, walking towards the back. “Hey Jana, I’m gonna go get Joe. Watch the register?”

“I got it,” she hollers back.

“Dude! She’s 16!” I hear who I assume is Sam whispering loudly. “Shut up! How was I supposed to know that?!”

“Dean, she’s obviously not 18. Stick to girls your own age,” John responds. “Sammy—.”

I can no longer hear the men as I reach the door to Joe’s office. Jana and Dan had both told me that his door usually stayed open, today it was not only closed, but it was locked as well. I knock, waiting for him to answer. He looks a little frazzled when he opens the door, but smiles at me, “Hey, Y/N/N, what’s up?”

“There’s a guy from Fish and Wildlife; he’s looking into the recent animal attacks? He’s asking about strange occurrences or something? I don’t know, but I know you pay attention to that kind of stuff, so he wants to talk to you.”

“I—shit, yeah, let him know I’ll be out in a few minutes,” he straightens his shirt and closes the door behind him.

I nod and head back to the front of the building. I watch as the boys and their father seem to be in deep discussion. Turning away when I realize Dean has caught me staring. I gather their food, and as I walk towards their table, I can hear that for some reason, I am the current topic of discussion, specifically, my age.

“Actually, I’ll be 17 in a month,” I quip, dropping their food, unsure of why I am engaging with this odd group of men.

“Huh?” Dean looks at me curiously.

“Well, for some reason the two of you are overly concerned with my age, I’ll be 17 next month.”

“Still illegal, Dean,” Sam smirks.

“Yeah, but right up your alley, Sammy,” Dean winks at him.

“Boys, stop treating this girl like she’s a piece of meat,” their father doesn’t even look up from his plate.

I can’t help myself, I’m usually not this brazen, but something about these outsiders coming in, I have to say it, “Well, here in the Great State of Texas the age of consent is 17, it’s not technically illegal,” and before I can stop myself I wink at Dean.

“Oh, Y/N, you are killing me here,” he says, bringing his hand to his chest. “Unfortunately, I’m gonna have to pass, but Sammy here,” Dean grabs Sam by the shoulders, “may be able to help you out.”

Sam blushes furiously; it’s actually adorable. I can feel the heat coming up in my own cheeks, and know if I stay any longer, they will see it very clearly.

“Joe’ll be out in a few minutes,” I say, turning to go back to the register. I walk away, adding a little sway in my hips as I know the younger men are watching. “Lemme know if there’s anything else I can get you,” I shoot another wink, this time in Sam’s direction.

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” John’s baritone voice carries through the restaurant.

I watch Joe take a seat with the three men, the younger boys listening and observing their father very carefully. I watch John grab something—a fork?— out of his pocket and discreetly place it in front of Joe. Why would he do such a thing? Joe and the men continue to speak for 10 minutes until the dinner rush starts, and Joe excuses himself.

The three men finish their burgers and leave the restaurant; concern etched on their faces as they have a heated conversation.

Throughout the dinner rush, I notice that Sam is stationed outside of the building. It looks as though he’s watching somebody. But every time I look up, his position has changed. After it grows dark, I can no longer see him outside; I realize I shouldn’t let him occupy my mind. Jana and I work furiously until a few hours later when we finally close.

“First day on your own,” Jana says, letting her hair down and hopping onto the counter. “You did good Y/N/N, only a couple mistakes.”

“Thanks, it’s not always gonna be like that, right?” I say, sighing, mimicking her actions with my own hair.

“Nah, I mean, the Friday and Saturdays will be, but unless it’s a school break, the nights are not usually too crazy,” she reassures me.

“Thank God,” I laugh, “what about the customers? Did you see those guys earlier? The ones talking to Joe?” I ask, hoping that she doesn’t pick up on the fact that I am blushing at the mention of the men.

“Oh, you mean the green-eyed one who was clearly hitting on you?” She smirks at me, “With the older guy and the really tall guy?”

“Yeah… you have an excellent memory…” I laugh, “he was so cheesy. ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’” I mock him. “I mean, he can’t think girls really fall for that? Even the tall one knew it was a bad line.” I blushed a little, thinking about them.

“Oh my god, you like him, green-eyes.” She gasps, “You wanna jump his bones,” she sang mockingly at me, “you love him!”

“Shut up,” I threw my apron at her playfully, “I do not want to jump his bones. Besides, I’m jailbait. He’s at least 21 or so.” Jana raises her eyebrow at me. “He basically told me he couldn’t.”

“So… you’re saying you would if he was younger?” she giggles.

“Jana! No! He’s not my type. He’s way too cocky—he probably thinks he’s God’s Gift to Women,” I mock him again.

“What about the tall one? He was gorgeous,” she offers, “And the dad? He’s hot, like I will so call him Daddy. Let him just—."

“That’s way too much information, Jana. Anyway, if green-eyes is too old, how on earth is the dad not even more wrong?”

“That’s what makes it so hot… like, the wrongness of it…” she says mock fanning herself. “Okay, so clearly, the giant is the one you’re gonna have to do. You can just climb on top—" she says, moving her whole body onto the counter, “and take him for a ride.”

“Jesus, Jana.” I try to suppress my embarrassed laughter. But I blush furiously at the thought of Sam, especially with the image that Jana just planted in my head. I cover my face with my hands as I try to compose myself.

“Oh my god, you are so red!” Jana laughs, “It’s the giant! He’s the one you lo-ove!”

“I don’t even know him! They’re just passing through. You know the type, no one actually moves here. Not for real, at least. They’ll be gone in a week.”

“Y/N/N, that’s why it’s perfect. Hook up, get all that pent-up frustration out of your system, and then you’ll go your separate ways,” she offers. “Wham-bam-thank you-ma’am.”

“I’m really not into that one-night stand stuff,” I say, “I mean, what’s the point?”

“Come on, Y/N/N, that’s the point. Sometimes you just need a release. It’s not like you’re gonna fall in love with some guy you just met and hook-up with once. I mean, you’ve hooked up with guys before, right?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Oh, my God. Y/N/N, you’re not a virgin, are you?” she whispers so that Dan and Joe won’t hear. I nod, I didn’t have a problem with my own virginity, but other people did. I know I have plenty of time. And with how busy mom and dad keep me, I have no time for boys. “Oh, okay, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know. Besides, mom and dad don’t even like the thought of me dating; they’d make the guy ask for permission. It’s not that I would ever have time for it anyway. Either way, it’ll happen whenever it happens, and it will probably not be great the first time,” I laugh, trying to break the serious look on Jana’s face. “I have very low expectations, especially if he’s never done anything either. Most boys my age don’t know what they’re doing anyway.”

“Not to be all romantic or whatever, but you know it doesn’t have to be like that. Your first time doesn’t have to suck. It can be really nice if you get the right person.”

“I figure it will either be awesome or okay,” I laugh, “hope it’s awesome, but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Okay, I’m gonna have one more mom moment with you, and then we can leave, okay?” she grows slightly serious, and I nod my head. “Bring condoms.” I choke out a laugh. “I’m serious. Don’t count on the guy to do it. And don’t trust the ‘pull-out’ method. Dudes always think they can time it right, and half the time…” she makes a gesture I don’t quite understand, I look at her confused. “Inside. Or at least not all the way out. And I’m sure getting pregnant isn’t a part of your grand plan.” She smiles softly. “If you ever need someone to talk about this stuff with, you can come to me, okay?”

“Thank you, if and when the day ever comes, I’ll be sure to tell you.” She raises her eyebrow. “I swear. Don’t count on it being anytime soon, though.”

Jana finishes counting the tips, and I count the register. We grab our bags, say goodbye to Dan, who’s still closing down, and Joe, who’s in the office looking at receipts.

Jana and I live about a block away from each other, and close enough to the restaurant that neither of us bothered driving. Every week it’s getting colder, and I know by the first week of December it will be too cold to walk home at night. But until then, Jana and I walk together, her house off of the main road that leads to mine.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you all the way home?” Jana asks as we reach her street.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Then you’ll have to walk back by yourself.”

“Yeah, but I’m prepared.” She pulls mace and a small knife that’s attached to her keychain out. “If someone or something tries to get me, stab stab.”

“Jesus, Jana,” I laugh out of shock. “No, I’ll be fine, how about tomorrow before work I get me one of those and then I’ll be prepared as well.”

“Fine, but call me when you get home,” she jots a number down and waves goodbye, “I’m serious Y/N/N, call me. If you don’t, I will call your parents.”

“I will,” I yell, turning back to head home.

I feel that I’m being followed. Paranoid, I know. I swear I can hear footsteps behind me, but every time I turn around, there’s nothing there. Freaking Jana, this is her fault. I’ve never had issues walking home at night before, but now I’m hearing things that I probably wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t put “I’m prepared,” in my head, now feeling like a taunt. I’m less than 5 minutes away from my house; what could possibly happen?

I hear a growling, something inhuman; it grows louder as I try to will myself to move faster. I turn the corner, and that’s when it happens, someone, something, jumps out of nowhere and starts running towards me. I try to run, but my legs won’t move, “fuck.”

I hear yelling, but I still can’t move, the creature is getting closer to me, and I get a good look at it. Claws, it has fucking claws. Its eyes are yellow, and its teeth are huge. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a werewolf. But werewolves don’t exist. This must be the creature that John was looking for.

‘It’s some kind of rare species of bear,’ I tell myself, ‘a bear.’

It’s only about a foot away from me; it looks like something out of a horror movie. It’s on its hind legs, unnatural noises leave its body, and before I can even move, it's swiping at me. All I can do is close my eyes and pray it doesn't kill me. A loud bang forces my eyes open, I stand there, still unable to move. I look up to see a set of familiar eyes before me, ones I hadn’t expected to see ever again. Sam.

Chapter 2

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Sam & Sana

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! ㅡ closed ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

General:

How long will they last? - If they work out their issues and actually learn to communicate, they could last for quite a while even to their surprise. But in the case that they don't, they might just end up breaking up at some point.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it took a little while because they were so comfortable being best friends and they didn't want to act upon the obvious physical attraction between them. But if I remember well, they had the help of alcohol to finally cross the line.

How was their first kiss? - Tasting like alcohol and heated.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - They don't get married! I feel like these two don't like the idea of needing a paper that says that they're officially married. They like their freedom, and their relationship only belongs to them and them only.

Who is the best man/men? -

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -

Who did the most planning? -

Who stressed the most? -

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Sex:

Who is on top? - They're both rather dominating so it always switches, depending of who's willing to be bottoming.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both, they communicate their emotions through sex.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now - obviously this is not as healthy as they think it is because they need to TALK more than having sex. But they also genuinely enjoy having sex together because that's the one thing they're on the same page. Their bodies are synchronized.

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 - I don't seem them as overly-kinky. What they like about having sex is the connection between their bodies, it's hands and lips on damp skin, it's the heat and passion and the rush for pleasure. They might try out new stuff now and then but it's not something they always seek for. | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - As long as they need to get rid of the frustration or anger they feel. And if they're in a softer mood, they last longer because they're actually taking their time.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Not really, ahaha. Unless they feel competitive and want to give the other more orgasms than the other did until they're too exhausted to come again.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 - oh my, look. they're definitely rough with each other. love-bites and hickeys and bruises and scratches - they're all part of their sex routine. hair-pulling, too! | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public - they don't do much PDA but when they're in the mood to be soft, they can cuddle and be just gentle and loving with each other. they definitely need to do it more often though! | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None, I don't think Sana wants to become a parent.

How many children will they adopt? - But I do have this headcanon that, one day when they're older, a kid shows up at the gym asking for food and then naturally comes back and they unofficially adopt the kid as theirs, giving them a bedroom and a chance at life, the same way Sana and Sam have been given a second chance;

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? - While they do give the kid rules and discipline, they can also be lenient because they want them to feel like home is a warm and welcoming place.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - None, they let them experience life.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - I can imagine Sam being on lunch duty, pft. While Sana is the one to cook dinner, maybe.

Who is the more loved parent? - Honestly, both. They're an unusual family but it doesn't mean that they love each other any less than "normal" families.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both, even if both hate it. They want to show their kid that they're here for them no matter what.

Who cried the most at graduation? - None of them, they were smiling proudly!

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Their kid probably didn't need them, they learned to escape the law on their own.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Sam, because after Sana's father has passed away, she has refused to step into the kitchen for a long while as it brought back memories that were too painful for her to bear.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Because they're both athletic persons, they're picky in the way that they find a balance between healthy dishes and greasy ones.

Who does the grocery shopping? - It depends of who has won "rock, paper, scissor".

How often do they bake desserts? - Never, they aren't really desserts people.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Once again, it depends of their diet! Sam and Sana enjoy both, and I feel like they've learned how to make healthy salads taste delicious.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Hmm, they don't do such things. When their anniversary comes around, they'll probably tease each other about how they've managed to stand each other long enough to be another year together.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - It depends of who's in the mood to go out! I think they're both comfortable with spending some time outside.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - None of them.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They're both pretty tidy persons, so both!

Who is really against chores? - None of them.

Who cleans up after the pets? - They don't have time for pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - None of them!

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - They're both quite relaxed because they only invite people they know well-enough to not feel stressed over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Sam, probably. And then he'd tell Sana to stop losing her bills because one day she'll end up losing her entire wallet, haha.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - I don't think they're ones to take too long showering or bathing unless they have bathroom sex.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They don't have a dog!

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Rarely, even when they have a kid. Perhaps for Christmas, but that'd be pretty much all.

What are their goals for the relationship? - for it to become less toxic and to always make sure that they communicate their true feelings even if it might upset the other.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Sam, because Sana's used to be an early riser!

Who plays the most pranks? - They're both playful and they'd probably compete about it, too! they're totally the kind of couple who play prank on the other and each time they take it the level above!

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 6 years ago

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Notes on SPN 14.02

So! I saw 14.01 yesterday, which was for the most part, surprisingly, a blast, and since I have a bit of free time today I thought I’d keep a hold of the momentum and watch and liveblog 14.02 as well. I’ve heard it’s one of those Buckleming plot-a-paloozas, but I’ll try my best to provide semi-reasonable commentary instead of incoherent ranting.

Right. As always, typing this post up as I watch. SPOILERS for the episode ahead.

1. We start with a recap of last season’s finale, and Show, do you really want to remind us this many times about that wire-fight?

1.25. Show’s lore regarding possession has been dizzyingly inconsistent, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes to me that Nick is alive? Because Nick couldn’t actually house Lucifer for very long in s5—he was deteriorating, which was why Lucifer needed Sam so urgently. The last we saw of Nick, he was dead/dying in a dingy room in Detroit, when Lucifer jumped ship to Sam. Even if Lucifer assumed Nick’s visage in the Cage and afterwards when he was brought back, Nick-the-person with Nick-memories and Nick-feelings isn’t there anymore.

1.255. So what does this mean? Like, if this was explained away sometime over the last two seasons--I’m very sorry, I really wasn’t paying a lot of attention to large chunks of them—please let me know. If there’s no explanation, then has Lucifer disappeared inside a Nick-construct? Did he use a loophole to escape the worst of the Archangel Blade right at the moment Dean plunged it into his side? Lucifer was “human” for a while in s13, iirc. Did he have enough “human” to hide behind and recover? And has he filled that human with the memories/personality of one of the humans he knew best? Is it because he spent centuries assuming Nick’s body in the Cage that he’s most comfortable being him here?

… I don’t know. Maybe I’m missing something obvious, but, hey, it’s fun to speculate.

2. We start off with people artfully tied up in an artfully derelict church illuminated artfully by artful lightning.

… *groans* I hope we aren’t getting a torture scene already.

2.25. Well, Michael’s certainly chirpier than he was last episode.

2.5. Is he trying to make new angel minions, is that it, by feeding them blood and his grace? Leaving aside the lack of creativity in the mechanism, the whole thing kind of makes a weird sense. Michael is looking for those with purity of purpose—among religious leaders (and refugees, apparently), angels, and then finally monsters—and rejecting those ‘poisoned’ by nuance and experience and supposed sin. After all, no being whose wants are even slightly more complex than ‘food’ is going to be a perfect follower.

It also plays into his assholey, self-righteous personality and, well, god-complex.

(Dean would’ve appreciated this quest for pure purpose.)

3. There’s a kind of sitcom-y vibe to this little expository scene: Bobby talks shit about angels only for Castiel to walk in with a quirked eyebrow; the group talks about Jack and Lucifer only for Jack to walk in and go, “hey, you talkin bout my father again?”

(these are the tiny ways I feel SPN is at cross-purposes with its own theme of ‘found family’. Everybody’s obsessed with blood relations, to the point that Lucifer and Jack are constantly referred to as ‘father and son’ when there is no need to bring that relationship up. Last year, even Castiel referred to Jack while talking to Lucifer as ‘your son’ without any prompting from Satan. Words are so powerful, and so revealing.)

3.45. Castiel “as you know, Bob”-ing is hilarious. Oh, Buckleming.

3.5. Um, not to dismiss or compare Castiel’s considerable trauma at the hands of Lucifer, but is anybody going to acknowledge even once that Sam, who appears to have taken the brunt of caring for Nick so far, is also going to have trouble looking into his abuser’s face??

4. Nick continues to make no sense to me.

(I like little touches like Castiel telling him that he needs to remind himself to eat.)

4.5. I kinda like this scene, sue me. It makes sense to me that Nick would obsess over and over again about how he could’ve let himself say yes to Lucifer, although Lucifer is as old as time and had all the power in that situation. The ‘monster’ bit is a little too on-the-nose for me, but I like it. Really drives home what an intimate, horrifying violation possession is and how scarred and twisted it can leave the survivor who spirals down a well of undeserved guilt and self-loathing.

I wish Sam was the one talking to him now, or was at least present. He’d talked in the previous scene about how Nick was only ‘housing’ and deserved a chance to rebuild his life, and that hard-earned generosity of spirit would’ve been a balm to all three of them, I think.

5. ETA on the TOD, Bobby? *sporfle* Seriously though, I love this role-reversal: usually it’s Bobby who’s rolling his eyes at SamnDean’s eff-bee-eye shenanigans.

5.25. Ah, but where this Bobby has become an expert now is in telling the difference between smiting patterns!

5.5. I wonder if trying to appear non-threatening is just Sam’s default whenever he meets with, uh, ‘civilians’.

6. I really, honestly hate that the Bunker just happens to have ‘lore books’ on whatever the hell random question they’re having that day. I just kinda hate the Bunker in general, now that I think about it.

6.25. But doesn’t that ‘human component’ (lol) make a Nephilim strong enough to take down even archangels?

6.5. As pep talks go, that wasn’t bad. A few notes:

a) there’s an earnestness to the words that I’m sure that Castiel learned from Sam.

b) I think this is the first time that Castiel—or anybody—has referred to the events of 8.23 as “The Great Fall”. It’s interesting that it’s already gotten a name among angelkind and that Castiel would call it that, given how close he was to the events that led to it.

c) I want to both laugh and cry at Castiel’s assertion that Sam and Dean were there for him after he lost his grace. He was mostly left to fend for himself, obviously, but there’s no space for that in a pep talk.

d) Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Jack is actually just only a year old. Asking him not to dwell on something so… immediate is a tall ask.

7. Ok, so that was a nice snappy little counterpart to Lucifer-talking-to-Sam-in-the-mirror from the s5 finale. I like how Michael is blunt and matter-of-fact while Lucifer relished in the moment, bragged about how he’d had Sam’s number all his life, and seduced him with violent revenge. This is nice.

I don’t know, guys, I’m really enjoying this episode so far!

8. Sooooo Lucifer is residing in some subconscious layer of Nick’s mind? Is this PTSD shaped by his possession? Is Lucifer bleeding through his own construct? Are we going to find that it was actually Nick who killed his own family? (I think we are.)

8.2. Castiel looking for residual Lucifer in Nick reminds me of when he was doing the same for Sam re: Gadreel, and that reminds me of Dean’s ‘teen mom’ joke from that episode and now I’m pissed off.

8.5. Nick is fascinating, but is he fascinating enough that I care about his little revenge sub-plot? Eh. Jury’s out. Plus I just can’t stand the actor anymore

9. Sam’s just kinda there to move the plot along. Give him some more character moments, episode!

10. Michael reminded me of Dean in the scene with the werewolf. I’m really not getting a capital P personality from Michael, though that may be due to a personal choice. Or maybe because Michael was never a distinct character to begin with, and this is far more noticeable when Ackles plays it and ‘Dean’ threatens to take over any minute.

Or going meta for a second—maybe Michael’s deliberately infusing some Dean into his persona. Possession isn’t simply putting a thing inside a box: both entities are influenced and informed by the other, but only one has all the power.

11. … ok, so my interest in this Nick subplot is rapidly decaying. Nick did it. He killed his family. It’s not a mystery.

11.5. The emotional dynamics of this scene… checks out, actually. Of course Nick is projecting all his rage on Castiel. And of course Castiel regrets destroying Jimmy Novak’s life the most. More than toeing the party line and being instrumental in almost bringing the Apocalypse about in s4; more than releasing the Leviathan; more than trusting Metatron in s8; more than killing his brethren, who’ve tortured him back and tried to kill him on more than one occasion. But Castiel has been both angel and human—both possessing and being possessed—long enough that he’s intimately aware of the devastation it leaves both within and without. And there are no excuses for the way he and other angels have done that damage—so carelessly, so casually. Even the most well-intentioned angels are deceptive and manipulative and give not a second thought about their hapless vessels. It’s a sign of Castiel’s growth and compassion that he recognises his responsibility in this and that he invokes Jimmy’s name with both reverence and regret. In all this shouting and crying that Show doesn’t acknowledge the deep-seated trauma of possession survivors, this is actually a great moment.

12. That werewolf leader looks familiar. Has the actor been on SPN before? He kinda reminds me of one of the leads on Suits.

12.5. That’s a lot of clunky dialogue, but Michael is basically confirming what I speculated in point 2. Cool.

13. How Jack managed to get away and find his grandparents is never explained, but that’s a familiar Buckleming trope—characters are put together in a scene without any regard to how it might connect to other scenes or how/why those characters might’ve gotten there.

13.2. That said, it’s kinda poignant that Jack, having lost his angelic powers, is now trying to understand the human side of his heritage. He’s trying his best to adapt to his situation; this one year old kid is more well-adjusted than most of the adults on this show.

13.5. Well, holy shit, Jack talking about Kelly to his grandparents is just… making me feel emotional in a way this show hasn’t made me feel in a long, long time. This Calvert kid is good.

13.6. It is bizarre that Kelly’s parents are mostly ok with not knowing Kelly’s whereabouts for over a year—I don’t think we ever found out what position exactly Kelly held in the President’s office, and I can picture them in a bit of denial by telling themselves the reason they haven’t heard from Kelly is because she is in the middle of super-secret government work. I don’t know! But it’s just about handwave-able though, and their scene with Jack is worth it.

14. Honestly, Castiel, how did he travel so far and for so long without you noticing? So much for “Don’t worry, Sam, I will babysit this defenceless creature.”

(Speaking of Sam, wheeeerrreee’s Saaaaammmm)

“I suppose there are worse ways to be human than to be kind.”

“Have you heard from Sam?”

I LOVE YOU, JACK.

14.5. No, actually, Dean wouldn’t want it any other way. He said as much when Gadreel took over Sam completely back in s9.

15. Shoo, Nick.

16. FINALLY MORE SAM. With only like 4 minutes of episode left. What, Show, did you think you spoiled us too much last episode with all that glorious, glorious Sam content?

16.25. And finally a bit of action! The rapid-fire editing is making my head hurt, though.

16.5. Soooooooooooooo Dean’s back? Obviously Michael is playing a long game here, but it says something about the show that they can’t keep Dean away for more than two episodes without getting the shakes. I honestly miss Sera Gamble and her desire to rattle the status quo: in s6, she kept the so-called ‘real’ Sam away for half the season, which gave us imo some of the best storytelling, characterisation and acting from both Padalecki and Ackles in the entire show. In s7 she took away all the Winchester markers: the Impala, weird motel rooms, Bobby’s house. Of course, after she left the show settled back into a familiar rut (substituting Bobby’s house with that thrice-damned Bunker). I wish the show would take risks with these two again. s9 and the beginning of s10 were so very promising but there was no follow-through.

I guess they want to MotW fillers for a few episodes and that would be weird without SamnDean SamnDeaning it in the Impala, but Show, why don’t you just say ‘fuck it’ and try weird on for size? What do you have to lose? I mean, seriously?

17. Nick’s the murderer—called it!

18. This wasn’t terrible, you guys. 95% of the episode was just people sitting around having conversations, the dialogue was clunky, ideas derivative, scenes progressed without any rational links between them, the pacing was wonky, and there was too much exposition. But the emotional beats were solid and the set up is reasonably intriguing. I’ve seen far, far worse BuckLeming episodes.

Pacing is a real issue in this season, though. And Michael is not remotely intimidating as a threat.

#supernatural #season 14 #spn spoilers #sam winchester #castiel #michael #jack kline #meta #unpopular opinion: this ep was... pretty ok

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introvertguide · 6 years ago

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How to Support Your Lead Actors 101: A Lesson from the Supporting Cast of The Last Picture Show

SPOILER ALERT! I don’t know if this is even necessary, but I got some harsh words about ruining something so I am throwing this in just in case.

The first time that I saw The Last Picture Show (1971), I was not a fan. I thought it seemed liked a midnight movie because it was a bunch of teens in a small town living out their senior year with goals like losing their virginity. I thought it was a coming of age “boner comedy” along the lines of Porky’s, Private School, or American Pie. Just a bunch of unrealistic situations that are used to get nudity in the movie. The mistake for me was that I was watching the lead characters of Sonny Crawford (Timothy Bottoms) and Jacy Farrow (Cybill Shepherd). Sonny was such a pushover non-entity and Jacy was a callous harpy who used her appearance to get what she wanted. So why do I enjoy it now? What happened? That answer is simple: it is not the leads that make this movie great, but the massive supporting cast.

I cannot say more than opinion as to the acting ability of Timothy Bottoms and Cybill Shepherd, but, for me, they did nothing to stand out in their respective roles in this film (they were the only main actors not nominated for an Oscar). I forgot that Sonny was the lead and Duane was his buddy since I saw the film last, he leaves so little of an impression on me. What makes the movie are the adults around the character of Sonny that try to guide him and he is just too dumb to listen. He is impressed by these adults, he hears what they say, he knows he should take their advice...but he does that mid adolescent thing of just doing whatever he wants anyway.

There are three characters that made this movie for me and I want to go through each role and acknowledge what a strong part the actors played in the film:

Cloris Leachman as Ruth Popper: This was the role of a down trodden woman in her 40s that was in a loveless and sexless marriage with a closeted gay man. She is not the prettiest woman in town now, nor was she in her youth and she considered herself lucky to get any kind of husband at all. She has an affair with Sonny and for once she is the focal point of lusting from a young man, something that she might never have been in her life. He eventually stops seeing her and gets tangled up with Jacy Farrow, but he is eventually dumped and he goes back to see Ruth for consoling. She hates him for what he did, the only light of hope for her life of depressing loneliness, and he just decided to stop calling on her to chase after some pretty face that had no interest in him. Sonny is so mean and so stupid, but Ruth realizes that he is just like a puppy and doesn’t realize what he has done. She forgives him because he knows not the pain he causes. Leachman plays the part of the woman scorned who never did anything wrong except be born and stay in a dying town. She picked the wrong man and lived a wasted life. Cloris Leachman won the best supporting actress award for her part and she defined the idea of “supporting” the lead as well as I have ever seen...her best competition being these next two actors.

Ellen Burstyn as Lois Farrow: The actress was actually given the choice of characters and she chose this one as the most interesting. Ironically, she lost the Best Supporting Actress to the actress who ended up playing Ruth Popper, the same way the character thinks she is getting the best situation available and still ends up falling short. Lois Farrow was the best looking girl in town in her generation and she now watches as her daughter uses that same power to wreak havoc on the local boys. Lois knows what it is like to play with the emotions of others and turn everyone against each other. She knows what her daughter is (basically a succubus) and what kind of carnage will be left behind, and Lois feels regret. She did the same things without caring about the suffering of others and now she sees these nice boys being hurt. She also suffered the death of the one good man that actually understood her and that she loved. She left him behind for some modicum of wealth and the promise of an easy life and always regretted it. Burstyn does such a great job playing a woman with such mixed motivations: she hates the town and wants it to disappear (although she is in it so that would hurt her as well), she wants her daughter to run over men for vengeance against all the men that have hurt her (although she regrets that the good men in both of their lives are the ones that seem to get hurt most of all), and she is bored and wants something interesting to happen (although all the things that happen seem to negatively affect her). What a confused and wonderful character.

Ben Johnson as Sam the Lion: To me, this is far and away the best character and actor in the film. Not even close. This is the man that owns most of the businesses in town and watches over the kids to keep them out of trouble. He is the most valuable asset in the entire town. He has spent his whole life there and has learned from watching the residents. He is almost like the omniscient narrator of the story. He is the understanding father figure that all of the kids (heck, all of the adults) need. He is the Atticus Finch of this story and Ben Johnson, the veteran actor since the 40s, is perfect for the part. He is the cool grizzled cowboy that has seen a lot of things and passes on his wisdom to the next generation (both as a character and as an actor). Ben Johnson won the Best Supporting Actor award that year and he earned it.

There is the old acting saying that “there are no small parts, only small actors.” This is the case of highly experienced, talented, professional actors taking roles with fewer lines and screen time for the sake of being in a good movie. Admittedly, they all had a scene in which they were given a chance to shine (Leachman and the coffee scene, Burstyn and the drive home, and Johnson by the lake), but all three took their chance and it made the movie.

Takeaway from all this, I was wrong about the movie and I am glad I gave it a 2nd, 3rd, and 4th chance. I was watching the lead characters when I should have been watching what was going on around them. I don’t know how connected these things are, but I did not like the movie when I was closer to the age of the main characters and today I love the movie now that I am closer to the age of the supporting actors. I get what it is like to watch children blindly make the same mistakes that you did and there is really nothing you can do about it. Bravo to these actors for bravely portraying a quintessential “has-been” right at the age when that is a great concern.

#middle age #ben johnson #cloris leachman #ellen burstyn #the last picture show #development #supporting actors #sam the lion #ruth popper #introvert

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dr0wning-in-hell · 7 years ago

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New Recruit - Peter Parker pt 2

summary : Word is out that Y/N is a ‘superhero’ of sorts, and Tony is trying to keep his daughter of harms way.

word count : 3.4k+

warnings : mild cursing, angry ready, angst, fighting,

pairing / characters : Peter Parker x Inhuman!reader, dad!Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Matthew Murdock, mentions of Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

prompt : no prompt

A/N : Second part to this, hope you enjoy :) also this is very very long, so sorry in advance.

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“What were you thinking?” Tony yelled at Y/N. She stood there, not knowing what to say. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she was still being yelled at. “You could have hurt someone! Hell, maybe killed!”

Y/N’s eye brow raised slightly. “I could have hurt someone? You think I would do that? How about me getting hurt, dad? How about me having a gun held to my hand, and for a split second seeing my short, shitty life flashing before my eyes! I was the one who was almost killed, and those people in the store were the ones that were going to be hurt, not me! And it’s not like your little protégé could have been of any help, because he was being threatened too!” Y/N’s voice began to raise, and if she didn’t keep herself calm, then something bad would definitely happen.

Tony looked at Peter, who had his hands shoved in his pockets and was looking down at the floor, trying to act as if he wasn’t there. “Peter.” Tony started saying. Y/N’s head snapped in his direction. Peter’s head rose a little bit. “Were you being threatened as well?” Peter looked between Tony and his daughter. He knew he should tell him the truth, but then he would get in trouble because he was technically supposed to be watching over Y/N.

“I-um, I.” Peter stuttered. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. Tony looked back at Y/N, with an annoyed look. Y/N returned the look.

When Peter wouldn’t answer, Y/N started walking away. Tony called after her. She turned around, obviously feeling betrayed and angry. “Don’t start acting like a father now, Tony.” Y/N said, spitting out the words harshly. “You weren’t my father 16 years ago, and you’re not my father now, so don’t you dare act like you actually care about me now.” Y/N stomped off towards the elevator and then was gone.

Tony looked back at Peter. “You were supposed to watch after her, Peter.” Tony said.

“I-I was! There was a gunman, and I couldn’t do anything! He was holding a gun to Y/N’s head, and if it wasn’t for her more people then just him would be hurt. I could have been hurt.” Peter said.

Tony shook his head. “But you can heal faster then she can Peter. One fatal shot and she’s gone.” Tony sighed and ran his hand down his face. “I just want what’s best for her.”

Peter understood where he was coming from. May was the same way with him, except she didn’t know that he was Spider-Man. Tony walked away, leaving Peter alone. He stood there in silence for a few minutes, staring blankly at the wall before walking towards the elevator. He felt bad for not telling Tony what happened when he had first asked, if he had, then Y/N wouldn’t be so upset as she is.

Before he even knew where he was going, he had somehow found his way to Y/N’s room. When he reached her room, he could hear things being thrown ad hitting a wall. He hesitated for a moment before he stepped closer to her door and et it open in front of him. Y/N stood with her staff in hand and was smashing anything she threw into the air. She was furious, so furious that Peter could almost feel her anger flowing off of her.

Peter could tell that she was trying her hardest not to scream, to not let things get out of control, but he had feelings it was about to spiral downhill quickly.

When Y/N turned around and saw Peter standing in her doorway, her face contorted into anger. She didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want to see the person who just threw her under the bus and let her dad run her of with it. If Peter would have just spoken up, she wouldn’t be wanting to destroy everything in her room.

“Get out.” She hissed through gritted teeth, clenching her staff in her hand so tightly Peter thought it might snap at any second.

“I wanted to apologize.” Peter started off. Y/N cut him off though, with a sarcastic laugh.

“For what? Letting my dad yell at me for saving someone’s life? For saving your life? He would have cared more if you died then if I died. I’m just some kid that was thrown into his life after my mom died, the women whom he forgot about after he had his one night stand with.” Y/N was furious, not just at the current situation, but at the fact that she was nothing to Tony Stark, the man she was supposed to call father. “You’re more important to him then I am, he actually gives a damn about you. Me? He could care less, that’s why I’m not allowed out on missions, or even allowed to leave this tower for fucks sake.” The windows had started to shake a little bit as her voice was getting louder and louder.

Peter sighed and shook his head. “Y/N, he does care about you, trust me he does. He just doesn't want to see you get hurt.”

Y/N couldn’t control herself anymore, and she let her anger control her. “He doesn’t want to admit that he has a daughter! He doesn’t want to tell the world that he has a kid, who just so happens to be an inhuman, one of the most feared things on the planet! He doesn’t give a rats ass about me, if he did he would have tried to find me sooner!” Y/N’s windows and mirrors had started to crack, along with any other glass object in her room. “He doesn’t care about me, he only cares about you. All he ever does is talk about the Amazing Spider-Man. His protégé, his work of art. He only ever talks about you. He has only ever cared about you.” Y/N’s words left Peter speechless.

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried to speak. “Y/N, I- I didn’t, he never-.” Y/N stopped him with a harsh gaze and booming voice.

“Get out, before I make you get out.” Her threat was enough to have Peter sprinting from her room and down the hall.

When Y/N was sure that Peter was out of range, she fell to her knees and let out a chest aching sob. Her throat hurt, her chest hurt, everything hurt. She hated how her own father didn’t trust her, didn’t love her. She had had enough of being hurt by him, by feeling alone. Pushing herself to her knees, she stood up on shaky legs and walked over to her closet. She didn’t have much, only the things from Hell’s Kitchen. Y/N took out her duffle back, pulling down her clothes and other belongings then shoving them into the bag.

Y/N wanted to leave. Leave the base. Leave her father who didn’t give a damn about her. Leave the place where she was nothing but a burden. Y/N had nothing, and no one who genuinely cared for her, so why stay? Sighing, she walked to a box in the corner of her room, next to her bed. She bent down, and pulled off the top of it. Inside was a suit, one she was given by the team. They all thought they could use her abilities in a fight, but they were shut down by Tony. After that they all became distant and only came around her during sparing sessions. Y/N took out the black leather suit and mask, folding it then putting that on the top of her clothes and other belongings.

Standing up, she looked around her room one last time before she walked out and headed to the elevator. It was around noon, maybe a bit later so she figured everyone would out at lunch or in meetings.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Y/N said as she began walking. The A.I.’s voice boomed above Y/N.

“What can I do for you Y/N?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.

“I need you to tell my father and the rest of the team that I am leaving, and going home.” Y/N said. She actually didn’t have a home, but she had a close friend who would help her.

There was a pause and then the A.I.’s voice. “Will that be all?” She asked.

“Yes.” Was all she said as she stepped into the elevator and let it take her down to the parking garage. From there she left the base, hid from cameras, and was gone.

When Tony and the rest of the team got home from a meeting, they were greeted by the message that Y/N had left for everyone.

“She’s going home? I thought this was her home.” Sam said, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the walls. “Where could she be going?”

Natasha sighed. The redhead had a strong connection with the teen, but obviously she was wrong. “Where did you say she was from again, Stark?” She asked.

Her question went unanswered by the man though. He was standing in the kitchen, shaking his head and muttering under his breathe. His head wasn’t on right, he couldn’t process this. He didn’t know how.

Peter though, was with the group of heroes. “She’s from Hell’s Kitchen.” He said. “That’s where she’s from.”

Over the next few days the team had been out in Hell’s Kitchen searching for Y/N, but there was no luck. Everyone was wondering how she fell off the map so easily. Where could she be? Who could she be with? Everyone was worried sick about her, even Tony.

The day Y/N had left was the day Tony found out how she really felt about him. Peter told him everything she had said to him, and F.R.I.D.A.Y had their conversation recorded. Tony felt horrible. Sure, he wasn’t the greatest father but he was trying. He was it all he had. Apparently that wasn’t enough.

Y/N, however was doing a damn good job of staying out of the city during the day. That close friend of hers happened to be Karen Page. Karen was a close friend of her mother’s, and was there for Y/N when her mother had died. Before Tony had found her, Y/N was living with Karen, going to her work place with her every so often and meeting her friends Matthew Murdock, and Foggy Nelson. They all liked Y/N, they thought she was a good kid so they looked after her. Not long after Y/N had met the two men, she found out that Matthew, was the vigilante the city called Dare Devil.

When Y/N had found out, they al tried to get her away from them, so that she wasn’t in any danger, but they had failed. The night she was walking back to the car with Karen, was the night neither of them would forget. That was the night they discovered Y/N’s abilities.

A man had come at both Y/N and Karen, going for the young teen rather than the adult. “Tell me where the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is or she dies.” The man said, the cold barrel of a gun pointed at her head. Karen had frozen, not knowing what to do, say, or think. Before she could even open her mouth up to talk to the man threatening Y/N’s life, Y/N had let out a scream that broke Karen’s car windows, shattered the man’s ear drums, and startled both Y/N and Karen.

That was in the past, that was before Y/N was being trained to use her abilities against people like that man that had tried to hurt her and Karen.

Y/N was sitting in Karen’s apartment, looking out the window, it was late now, nearing 11 o’clock. Karen wasn’t home, Y/N figured she was out with Foggy and Matt. She waited another few minutes before she headed to the guest bedroom where she was currently staying and she changed into her suit and went to the top of the apartment building. Y/N listened, watched for any sign of danger. It took a while until she heard the screams of what seemed to be a women.

Y/N moved fast, jumping from roof top to roof top, following the sound of the screaming women until she ended up right above them. There were several men, at least four. They were all pretty decent size, all the same height, some of them taller than another. The teen jumped down, her bo staff extending and hitting the concrete as she landed. The men had stopped harassing the female, all eyes turning to Y/N.

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” One of the men spat.

“Someone you don’t want to piss off. Now why don’t you leave the nice lady alone and move along?” Y/N watched as each of the men clenched their fist and reached for something in their jackets. The two men holding the women through her to the ground, her purse being thrown with her. She stood up fast, grabbing her purse and sprinting down the alley way and vanishing in the dark.

All of the men had pulled their weapons, three of them having a gun and the fourth having a long knife. With one tap of Y/N’s bo staff, two arrows emerged from the bottoms. “That’s all of you got? Well, let’s see if you can deflect a bullet with that stick of yours.” Not a second later one of the guns went off, and before any of them knew what happened, Y/N had deflected the bullet with the end of her staff, the bullet ricocheting off and hitting one of the men in their leg. He fell instantly. The other three men looked at Y/N and then their friend who was now bleeding on the ground. That pissed them off.

They all charged at Y/N, but she easily deflected all of their punches, smacking them with her bo staff and sending them flying into the walls beside them. They had landed a few good hits on her, but not enough to knock her down. There were only two men left after seven minutes of fighting, so Y/N took this chance to use her best ability. While the two men were catching their breathes, Y/N let out possibly the loudest and most deafening scream she had ever let out. The two men fell to the ground holding their ears. The scream echoed through out the city, anyone anywhere heard it.

The two men fell unconscious, blood running out of their ears from their eardrums bursting. Y/N breathed heavily, regaining her breathe. Behind her she heard someone fall onto the pavement, she turned around and saw Matthew in his Dare Devil suit. He looked between Y/N and the four men on the ground.

“Y/N, what did you do?” He asked.

“I saved a women from being hurt, possibly worse.” She said.

Matt sighed. “I think it’s time you wen home Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes widened behind her mask. “I have no home Matt! They don’t want me there.” She shook her head. “I’m not going back there.”

Matt sighed. “Let’s talk about this somewhere else, okay?” Not here.” Y/N watched as the blind man scaled up the walls and was on the roof top in a matter seconds. Y/N huffed and jumped, landing on the roof top next to Matt.

The two walked back to Karen’s apartment, sliding in through the window that Y/N had left slightly cracked open. They went to the main living area, where Karen was pacing back and forth wildly, biting at her nails and mumbling to herself. When she looked up and saw Matt with Y/N her heart sped up.

“Where have you been?” Karen practically screamed. “I’ve been calling your cell, I had Matthew go out and look for you. Hell, I was about to call the police to go looking for you!” Karen took in a deep breathe. “Are you okay?” She asked.

Y/N nodded, “I’m fine.”

Matt took off his mask. “I think it’s time we called Mr. Stark, let him know where his daughter is.” The two adults didn’t give Y/N any room to argue. So she went back to her room, packed up her things again and waited for morning to come.

The next day when Tony came to pick up Y/N, it reminded her of when he came and got her the first time. However, this time it was a lot more agitating. Tony had thanked Matthew and Karen for watching after Y/N, he actually seemed appreciative that they cared for his daughter, but he also was upset that she felt more at home with them then she did with him.

As Happy drove them back to the compound they were all quiet. Y/N didn’t look at Tony or talk to him. He had tried to talk to her, but when she didn’t respond in any kind of way he gave up.

When they arrived back at the compound, Y/N stormed past everyone and went straight to her room. She now considered this place more like a prison than a home. Through out the day the team had tried to talk to Y/N, but she wouldn’t let them into the room. It was finally when she fell asleep that Peter was able to get into her room. Y/N sensed someone in her room, so out of instinct, she pulled the knife from under her bed, aiming it at the intruder.

Peter put his hands up quickly, letting her know that he was not going to harm her. Y/N sat up, brushing her hair out of her face and placing the knife on her bedside table.

“What do you want, Peter?” She asked.

Peter looked down at his shoes as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I just wanted to come see how you were doing. Mr.Stark told me that you weren’t letting anyone in.”

“So you think it’s okay to barge in here while I sleep?” Y/N snapped. She saw the pained expression on Peter’s face and instantly felt bad. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just angry.” She mumbled and burrowed her face in her hands.

Peter looked at her bed, and hesitantly sat down on the edge. “Why are you angry? I mean, I get that you’re angry at your dad because you feel like he doesn’t love you, but he does. He’s trying his hardest right now, he really is. He’s still new to all of this, he’s trying to get used to being a dad.” Peter sighed. “You just have to give him a chance, let him prove to you that he is a good father.”

Y/N looked at Peter, nodding slowly. She knew that Tony was trying his hardest, but she was just so angry at everything that was happening to her, that she let it out on the people that were trying to be there for her. “Thank you Peter, I appreciate it.” The boy nodded, stood up and then walked out of Y/N’s room. She knew he was right, but now she was just wondering if her father would ever forgive her for acting the way she was.

That night Y/N walked to the lab, where Tony was sitting at the bench and working on something. She took in a deep breathe and stood at the entry way, knocking three times before going into the lab. Tony looked up at his daughter, glasses falling off of his face a bit. He was surprised to see his daughter in his lab, she had never done this before.

Tony put down his pen, and fixed his glasses on his face. “Hey, Y/N/N. Is everything okay?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you, I know you’re trying your hardest right now and I am not making it any easier. I’m sorry.” Y/N’s words shocked Tony.

He stood up and walked over to his daughter. “It’s okay, Y/N. I know this has all ben hard on you too.” For the first time, Y/N let Tony hug her, and the hug lasted for quite a long time. When they pulled away they were both smiling. “I do love you kiddo, you’re my daughter, not just some new recruit.”

Y/N nodded. Even after Y/N had put her father, his team, and Peter, through hell, everything ended up being okay at the end of the day. Y/N was no longer just a new recruit but the daughter of Tony Stark, and she couldn't be prouder of that.

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Fic title: Vampires Suck (Literally!) by goodlivin2u and tfw_cas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Castiel (Supernatural) Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Claire Novak

Halloween Fluff Established Castiel/Dean Winchester Action Sam is a Sweetheart Case Fic

Summary: Dean Winchester does not do Halloween - after all why would he, what with the REAL monsters he has to deal with? But after discovering a Spirit store, Castiel really wants to celebrate it. Hopefully Dean will understand all the decorations...

However, when Claire runs into trouble at a Halloween party, the night does not go as anyone had planned.

AO3

Team Free Will had just finished a nasty case involving a vengeful spirit. For once, they didn’t have any pressing matters to attend to, so Dean, Sam, and Cas headed back to the bunker. There wasn’t a looming Apocalypse, The Darkness had been defeated, and most monsters went into hiding upon hearing of TFW’s free schedule.

The boys were getting used to domesticity. Sam had a stable wifi connection (but let’s be honest – when hadn’t he been able to use the internet?), Cas was learning the art of binge-watching Netflix, and Dean….well, Dean found out that he liked to cook. Their lives were as normal as they’d ever be, but they didn’t give up hunting for good. They sought out easy enough cases that would keep them in fighting shape, but wouldn’t leave them broken and unable to move for a few days.

It was on the way back into town when Sam noticed a Spirit Halloween store that popped up downtown.

“Must be that time of year,” he said. Cas looked to where Sam’s attention was, but didn’t know what to make of the store.

“What exactly is it –“ Cas was cut off as Dean almost instantaneously replied “It’s stupid, is what it is.” Both Sam and Cas were a bit surprised at Dean’s outburst, but then again, he had been through a lot with this last case.

Sam waited a moment before answering Cas.

“Cas, as you may know, Halloween is celebrated on October 31 st which is in a couple weeks. Over the years, it has become a holiday that glorifies monsters. Kids dress up in costumes and go to houses asking for candy. Though costumes used to be homemade and unique, technology can now mass-produce the same costume in different sizes for kids all over the world. The Spirit store sells these costumes, along with other Halloween decorations for your yard or home.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you –“ Once again, Dean cut in. “It’s a stupid holiday and we don’t celebrate it. End of story.”

Sam intentionally directed his next sentence to the angel in the backseat. “Cas, if you want, I can tell you more about it later. I have some books in my room that explore the origins of the holiday and how it’s evolved over time.”

“I’d like that very much, Sam. Thank you.”

After that, the remaining ride home was silent. Sam let Dean be, but he gave him a look that said ‘we’re going to talk about this later.’

As they were pulling up to the bunker Cas’s phone rang. “It’s Claire.” He climbed out of the car and moved a small distance away where he could talk to her without being disturbed by the brothers.

Sam instantly turned to Dean with a frown on his face. “Dude, what is your problem? It’s just a bit of fun. You need to lighten up.”

“Sam. We fight monsters every day. Why the hell would we want to celebrate them? Jeez, I can’t believe I even have to explain this crap.” Dean stomped away, leaving Sam feeling frustrated. This wasn’t the first time they had argued over Halloween, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Cas ended his call, and walked back over to Sam. “Claire is going to a Halloween party, and wanted to borrow some potion bottles for her costume… Is Dean okay?”

“He’s still pissed about the whole Halloween thing. Don’t worry about it Cas, he’ll get over it.”

Cas looked a little annoyed at hearing of Dean’s continued bad mood, and decided to stay out of his way for the moment. “I am just going to collect these things for Claire, but I would like to know more about the history of Halloween.”

Cas always felt awkward when Sam and Dean started fighting; despite feeling that he really should be on the side of the man he loved, sometimes Dean’s stubbornness was infuriating, and Sam was his friend too.

They went into the bunker, not seeing any sign of Dean, so Cas went to the supply closet to get the bottles for Claire. When he was done he went back to find Sam again.

Sam handed Cas a book, which he looked through with fascination. It was good to know what sort of party Claire would be attending, and also, he had come up with a plan.

A few hours later Cas drove to meet with Claire, to give her the bottles. The smile on her face when she saw him made him very happy - he still felt somewhat guilty for what had happened to Jimmy, and he found the fact that she didn’t hate him kind of miraculous. They hugged each other, and Cas kissed the top of her head affectionately, before handing her the bag.

“Hiya Castiel. Thanks.” Claire looked puzzled for a moment. “Your nerd of a boyfriend not with you? I thought he would be all ‘you behave yourself young lady’.” Claire’s impersonation of Dean was hilarious, and Cas couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“No, I didn’t tell Dean about the party. He doesn’t ‘do’ Halloween.” Cas used air quotes for emphasis.

“No way. I thought he’d be into that hardcore.”

“I guess it’s a little too much like real life to him. It’s a shame though, I would like to celebrate it with him and Sam.”

“Well, you should just do it then. Dress up, get some decorations, and show him what he’s missing.”

“I was thinking about maybe… doing something like that. But Dean-”

“C’mon Castiel, are you a man or a mouse? Do it.” With these words Claire hugged Cas goodbye, then got back into her car and drove away.

Cas stood in the middle of the road and watched her disappear into the distance, with his head tilted in a way that made him look adorable, according to Dean.

When Cas got back to the bunker, he found Sam in the library organizing some archives. As Cas went down the hall, he saw that Dean’s door was open a crack. Cas didn’t want to pry, but he could easily see that Dean was propped up on his bed, watching a Netflix show with his headphones on, and already nursing a bottle of beer. Dean was the one who originally taught Cas the wonders of online entertainment, so Cas could now understand why Dean turned to it in times of relaxation. Cas smiled a little, knowing that this was Dean’s way of coping and things would be back to normal in no time.

A little while later, Sam dug his way out of the mass of books surrounding him and found Cas.

“Hey Cas, are you busy? I was wondering if you’d like to go for a drive?”

“Where are we going on this ��drive?’”

“I was thinking we could go into town and you could see some Halloween decorations, since you seemed interested in that earlier.”

“Will Dean be joining us?”

“No, I thought you and I could just go. We never hang out by ourselves anyway.”

“Well, Dean and I do share a more profound bond.” At this, Sam gave Cas his Bitchface #259.

“Are you coming or not?”

“I thought we already established my curiosity in the subject. Honestly Sam, for a smart guy, you ask a lot of irrelevant questions.”

Sam tried to not appear annoyed, as this was just one of Cas’ quirks. He had never really ‘clicked’ with Cas, but nevertheless, Sam kept trying. As they made their way down the hall, Sam stuck his head in Dean’s doorway.

“Cas and I are going out. We’ll be back after dinner.” Dean grunted in acknowledgement, but didn’t look up from his computer. Sam closed the door gently and started to leave the bunker with Cas. Five seconds later, Dean called out “bring me some pie! Pie!”

“So…” Sam really wasn’t good at starting conversations with Cas unless there was a direct purpose. He used to be good at small talk, back when he was a normal kid in college with friends. But over the years, hunting made him more direct and concise.

“Could we go to that store we passed yesterday?” Sam breathed a sigh of relief, as this was a question he could easily answer and converse about.

“Spirit? Sure. We can go there.”

Cas smiled excitedly, and Sam could swear that he was almost bouncing up and down in his seat. At times like this Sam could kind of see why Dean thought Cas was adorable - he was like a cute little puppy.

The first thing Cas noticed when they went into the store was how much orange there was. He had never seen so much orange. Black was quite prominent too, but not quite as noticeable. There were pumpkins. Well... plastic pumpkin shaped lanterns and banners covered in pumpkins.

Other banners had witch shapes on them - although Cas had never met a witch that wore a pointy hat and flew on a broomstick - black cats, skeletons, bats, cauldrons, the word Halloween written in red, seemingly dripping in blood.

There were models of all sorts of horror-type figures, and costumes too. Cas was particularly interested in the vampire teeth and cloak, and werewolf costume.

This obsession with the macabre was truly mind-blowing to Cas; uninitiated to the tradition as he was, but he was utterly fascinated. He really wanted to purchase some of this stuff to decorate his room.

He turned to Sam with wide eyes that were practically sparkling with wonder. “Sam. Can I buy some things?”

“Yeah sure, Cas. Go for it.” Sam was still pretty ticked off with his brother, and he knew that letting Cas buy a shitload of Halloween goodies would be one way to get back at him. He waited as the angel went around the store picking up items until his arms were overflowing, then went over to the cashier. He hadn’t really registered exactly what Cas was buying, but it made him happy, so he gave Cas one of their many credit cards and went to the car.

Sam was driving back to the bunker when all of a sudden Cas exclaimed, “Pie! We forgot Dean’s pie!” They had just passed a Gas n’ Sip a mile back, so Sam swerved and made a U-turn. As Cas was inside buying food, Sam decided to fill Baby up with gas as a courtesy to Dean. It was a small favor that usually went unnoticed, but it helped the boys get along.

Just as Sam was finishing up, he heard yelling from inside. He grabbed his gun in case of an emergency, and rushed inside. He found Cas holding the cashier by his collar, demanding “What do you mean you don’t have pie. I need pie!” Sam thought now was a good time to intervene, so he slowly approached Cas and said “Cas, put the man down. We can get pie somewhere else.”

It was as if Cas hadn’t registered Sam’s presence prior to him speaking. Cas quickly realized where he was and how his behavior wasn’t necessary. He lowered the cashier and mumbled an apology before leaving.

They found a diner close to town, but Sam told Cas to stay inside the car this time. He bought a slice of apple pie for Dean, and two burgers for him and Cas. The rest of the ride was mostly silent, save for the music playing from Baby’s speakers.

When they got back, Cas decided to deliver Dean’s pie by himself. He found Dean in the same position as he left him. Cas put the pie on the dresser and had a hand on the doorknob ready to leave when Dean took off his headphones and said “Thanks, Cas.” To Cas, that was enough of an apology. He smiled at Dean and went to his own room, ready to see what he had bought earlier.

Cas pulled out a banner from a bag and hung it on one side of the room, securing it to the wall with a couple of thumbtacks. When he was done he stepped back to admire his work. Delighted with how good it looked, he began to remove more things from the bags, and started to create the look he wanted. More banners, fake blood, cobwebs, little rubber spiders, as well as skulls, a couple of plastic skeletons, a remote control operated coffin. By the time he had finished this was going to look “awesome” - to borrow one of Dean’s favorite words.

A few hours later - Cas had lost all sense of time because he was enjoying himself so much - he stopped to survey the scene. Oh . He had gotten so carried away, without thinking, he had decorated most of the bunker. The hallways, library, and war room were all festooned to some degree; Cas wondered if he could remove them before Dean awoke. Nope, too late. He could hear the older Winchester approaching, footsteps slowing, as he was obviously taking in the horror of what Cas had done.

“Cas? What the-?” Dean’s annoyed voice echoed through the hallways.

“Hello Dean.” Cas greeted as Dean rounded the corner with a frown firmly in place. “Happy Halloween...?”

“First of all it’s not Halloween yet, and B, what the hell? Why have you covered everything with… I don’t even know what most of this stuff is?” Dean gestured wildly about, arms flailing in confusion.

“Er, I wanted to make the bunker look festive.” Cas smiled brightly, hoping that he could use his charm on Dean. It didn’t seem to work this time, however, as Dean still wore a frown.

“Hmm. I don’t think festive is the right word, Cas.” Dean looked around him again, and sighed as he touched a spot of fake blood. “Y’know, this is gonna be a pain in the ass to clean off.”

“I know, but I promise I’ll do all the cleaning. If…” Cas trailed off, giving Dean an expectant look. He wasn’t sure if Dean was suggesting that it had to be done right now, or if he could leave it as it was.

“Yeah, you can leave it up. It looks kinda ridiculous, but I don’t wanna spoil all your fun. Just, don’t expect me to join in whatever you have planned.” Dean grimaced at Cas, as the angel pulled him into a heartfelt kiss. Later, Cas would show him just how grateful he was at being allowed to leave the decorations up.

When Sam appeared a few minutes later and found Dean and Cas sitting surrounded by what looked like the entire contents of the Spirit store, he was taken aback. Not least by the fact that Dean hadn’t demanded that it all be removed immediately. Well, whaddya know? His brother really had grown.

By the time Halloween arrived, Dean had mostly accepted the state the bunker was in. He complained when he got fake cobwebs on his clothes, and threatened to confiscate the remote control from Cas if he opened the lid of the coffin without warning one more time. He also refused to drink any of the concoction Cas had made, which he described as ‘witches’ brew’.

“It’s not really witches’ brew, Dean. It’s spiced punch. I found the recipe ‘online’.”

“Cas, you don’t need to do air quotes everytime you say online.” Dean made a grumpy face, which drew an adorable chuckle from Cas.

“I know.” With another laugh Cas went to find Sam, to see if he could persuade the younger Winchester to try some of the drink.

Dean’s phone rang; the screen lit up with the name Claire. “Hey.” Dean answered with fondness in his voice.

“Dean?” Claire sounded panicked, and Dean was immediately on alert. “There are some creepy guys at this party. Not normal level creepy; I could handle that on my own, but I don’t like the look of these dudes. I think they might actually be vampires.”

“What party? Where are you? We’ll come get you.” Dean was already searching for Sam and Cas while they talked.

“I… didn’t Cas tell you?”

“No. Where the hell are you, Claire?” Dean was getting more concerned by the second, so he would have to leave talking to Cas about neglecting to mention the party for the moment.

“It’s at 360 North Wolf Avenue in Oberlin. Could you hurry? Please Dean?”

Godammit. “We’re leaving now. Should be there in a couple of hours.” Dean ended the call, and quickly found his brother and boyfriend, sitting in the kitchen, talking.

“Sam, Cas, we need to go right now. Claire’s in danger.” The two men sat and processed this information for a few seconds, and Dean grew impatient. “C’mon. We have to go.”

They both jumped up then, and started to move towards the garage. Dean held Cas back, and fixed him with a glare.

“What the hell were you thinking letting Claire go to a Halloween party? Do you know what kind of douchebags go to those things?” So, it seems they were going to discuss it now.

Cas looked hurt, and Dean instantly felt bad. “I didn’t ‘let Claire go,’ Dean. She simply told me she was going. I only helped her with her costume.” He went to walk away, and Dean stopped him again.

“I’m sorry Cas, I’m not mad at you. I’m just worried, okay.”

Cas lifted his hand to stroke Dean’s cheek. “I know. I’m worried too. Let’s go and save the closest thing I have to a daughter.”

As they made their way to the Impala, Dean thought, not for the first time, how lucky he was to have Cas; to keep him grounded, and to stop him from going off half-cocked.

The car journey was tense - not least because Dean drove so fast that what should have taken around two hours actually took slightly less than one.

Sam got out of the car first, reeling a little. “Thanks for the white-knuckle ride, Dean. We wouldn’t have been much use to Claire if you killed us.”

Dean glared at his brother as he and Cas came to stand next to him. “I got us here, didn’t I?”

Sam thought it best to say no more about it, so the three of them made their way up to the front door quietly. Dean was the first to reach the door, and on pushing it, he found that it swung open easily. He motioned to the others to get behind him as he silently went inside, surveying the scene as he moved. There seemed to be very little happening, apart from a small group of teenagers standing in the middle of the living room looking scared.

“Hey!” They all jumped when Dean shouted at them. “What’s going on here? Have any of you seen Claire Novak? Blonde hair, about this tall… big attitude.”

A boy about the same age as Claire, with a fearful expression on his face, spoke up. “They took her… and the others, too. It-”

“What do you mean? Who took her?” Cas cut him off as his usually mild demeanour changed instantly to dangerous. Dean would never not find smite-y Cas hot as hell.

“The guys… with the vamp costumes. Man, I didn’t like the look of them. Grabbed her and a few others. Said they were going to have a party of their own.”

“How long ago did this happen? Did you see which way they went?” Sam was trying to keep a cool head, but even Dean could see that he was worried.

Another teenage boy came forward and gestured towards the front door. “About ten minutes ago… they headed North.”

“Thanks.” Dean spoke to the kid, then turned back to Sam and Cas. “We need to catch up to them. Quick.”

“Already on it.” Sam left first, leading the way to the Impala.

Dean stopped suddenly in the doorway and spoke to the group of teenagers. “Lock the door behind me. And next time you have a party... be more careful.”

As they got in the car, Sam pulled up Google Maps.

“It looks like there’s an abandoned building up ahead on the left. Must be an old factory of some kind.”

“Alright. Now when we get there, I’m gonna go find Claire. Sam, you take Cas and slash any vamps you come across.”

“Shouldn’t I be with you, Dean?” Cas asked.

“Cas, you and I both know monsters prey on our emotions. It’s too risky for you to be there.”

“I understand. But Dean -”

“I know! She’ll be fine, Cas. I’ll make sure of it.” Dean slightly doubted the truth of his words, but nevertheless held eye contact with his angel. Oh, if anything happened to Claire…

As they got out of the Impala, Dean motioned for the other two to canvas the right side of the building. Dean slipped through the front, silently cursing the squeaky door. He hoped the vampires were too distracted to notice.

Dean came upon the scene of four teenagers in a circle on the ground, tied together with rope. He could only assume the vamps were smart enough to tie their wrists, too. Hopefully Claire had her switchblade on her. If he could keep them talking, it would give her time to escape.

Thankfully, the real fun hadn’t started yet. Dean counted maybe 7 vamps. Only three of them were surrounding the kids. The rest were hanging back, appearing bored. Strange, Dean thought.

“Can we kill them yet? I’m growing tired of this game.” One of the younger vamps pouted.

“NO! Once we have drained their blood, then we’ll kill them. In fact, I’ll let you kill them all yourself. How does that sound, princess?” Dean guessed this was the nest leader talking.

The younger vamp stood up and joined the crowd. She circled around the teenagers, trying to decide who would be her first victim. She stopped in front of a pre-pubescent boy who was shaking in terror.

“There’s no need to be afraid, honey. I can smell your fear. We just want to have fun. Don’t you?”

The boy went wide-eyed and mute.

“Pick on someone your own size, lady!” Claire snarled. The vamp’s head snapped up to meet Claire.

“Ooh, looks like she got a mouth on her. I’ll enjoy killing you. Nice and slowly, too. I’ll rip out your tongue and then your throat, making sure you eat your words. That way, when I finally do kill you, you won’t be able to scream.”

“Yeah? Well, I might be dead but you’ll still be ugly. No amount of makeup will fix that.” Claire smirked. Dean watched, temporarily proud. That was short-lived, however, because the vamp delivered a back-handed slap to Claire’s face, yelling, “You bitch!!”

Dean decided to step in. As much as he loved to watch a girl-fight (What? It was the best kind of premise for a porn video!), this was his daughter with real danger involved. Dean stole one of Cas’ lines and yelled “Hey, assbutt!” from across the room.

Suddenly, the vampires were no longer interested in the teenagers. Good, Dean thought. Maybe they’ll want me instead.

“How about we do a little exchange, huh? Let the kids go free, and you can have me. Wouldn’t it be great to deliver me to your Alpha? That’s all he’s ever wanted, anyway.”

The leader of the nest made his way over to Dean and shook his hand. “Well well well, if it isn’t the great Dean Winchester. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give him a warm welcome. So Dean, what brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“Saving people, hunting things. You know, the family business?”

“Ah, yes. Well, we have our family, too, and our business is just as important. There’s not many of us left, seeing as you’ve killed them all. Letting us repopulate is only the right thing to do...wouldn’t you agree?”

“Afraid not. I can’t let you do that in good conscience.”

“Dean. I thought we could approach this civilly. I guess I was wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time, though,” the vamp sighed.

“Yeah, but it will be your last,” Dean muttered as he charged towards the vamp, knife ready.

Before the knife could connect with the vamp, it dodged smoothly out of the way, then delivered a blow to the side of Dean’s head, knocking him sideways. He crashed into the pillar beside him, but managed to stay upright, despite seeing stars. After taking a few breaths and steadying himself, Dean ran at the vamp again. This time the creature lunged first, and flung him across the room, making sure the hunter landed in a pile of discarded wooden pallets.

Dean was severely winded, and struggled to get back up, but when he lifted his head he could see Claire cutting through her ropes with the switchblade. He was so grateful in that moment that he had taught her how to conceal weapons. More distraction was needed to ensure her escape, so he pushed himself back to his feet and challenged the vamps yet again.

“That all you got? Daddy wouldn’t be very impressed.” Dean could see that his words had an effect as the entire nest began to circle him.

Shit.

The leader sneered and laughed cruelly. “Well well, Winchester, I don’t much like your odds. I do hope you fight back though - it’s always more fun when there’s a struggle.”

By now Claire had freed herself, and was releasing the other captives from their ropes. Once they were all free one of the other teenagers spotted a way out and pointed it out to Claire. They made their way towards it quietly, but one of the vamps spotted the movement, and in a flash appeared in front of them, blocking their escape. One of the teenage girls screamed, and as if this had opened the floodgates, all hell broke loose.

More of the creatures moved to stop the teenagers from getting away, but they fought back, pushing towards the door until they could get out. Claire held back, shouting “Run! Save yourself!” She could see Sam outside waiting by the Impala; engine running for a quick getaway.

Once she was satisfied that the teenagers were clear of the building, Claire turned her attention back to the scene in front of her; grabbing a saw that was lying on the ground. Wondering where Cas was and why he wasn’t helping, she sprinted back outside to Sam. She noticed the freed teenagers huddling in the back seat of the Impala, obviously overwhelmed by what they had just witnessed, and felt a wave of sympathy for them. Life was easier when you didn’t know about the existence of monsters.

“Claire? You’re okay.” Sam looked like he was about to give her a big moose hug.

“Yeah yeah, where’s Cas? Dean’s on his own in there.” Claire couldn’t help the annoyed tone - she didn’t want anything to happen to Dean.

“What? I thought he was with you.”

Claire had to stop herself from panicking at the thought that Cas might also be in danger - or hurt - and rushed back inside the building before Sam could stop her.

Meanwhile, the remaining vamps had started their assault on Dean, with a flurry of fists and kicks. He fell to his knees as he heard a sickening crack from his leg; pain shooting through his body. The vamp who was about to deal him the killer blow suddenly went flying to the side as Claire tackled him from behind. What the hell?

Dean was about to yell at Claire for not getting away when she had the chance, when he watched her lift the saw in her hand and smoothly remove the vamp’s head from its body. Impressive, he thought, as he hobbled to his feet. Claire had obviously spotted something on a balcony above them, as she had moved away again, and run up the staircase. Dean looked up and saw Cas, standing and doing something with his hands.

When Claire reached the angel she glared at him. “Castiel. Why are you just standing here? Why aren’t you helping your boyfriend?”

Cas glanced fleetingly at Claire, but didn’t answer - instead he stepped forward and spoke. “My name is Castiel Winchester. Prepare to die.” His voice projected around the walls, making the whole building shake, then he threw what was in his hand to the floor below him.

As soon as it landed on the ground, the remaining vampires were enveloped by a pall of smoke. They dropped to the ground one by one, as Dean stared up at him in awe.

“Jeez, Castiel. Dramatic much?” Claire shook her head at Cas. “You coulda just come down and helped out. Or told me you were okay. What was that anyway?”

“It was an anti-vamp device. It seems that the British Men of Letters were not entirely without their uses.” Cas ignored the huff from Claire, knowing she was relieved that he was unhurt.

They made their way back down to Dean, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Nice going Cas. You got the bad guys.” He yanked his boyfriend forward by the tie, and kissed him tenderly.

“Ugh. You’re gross. I’m gonna be sick.” Claire made gagging noises, while Dean and Cas tried not to laugh.

Cas healed Dean with his grace as they kissed, letting pulses of it into his body. Dean felt the warmth flow through him, and thought that it was probably lucky Claire was standing next to them, stopping this from becoming inappropriate.

Pulling back a little, then moving his mouth so that it was over Cas’s ear, Dean whispered to him. “Thanks Cas, for always saving me. For healing me. I’ll show you how thankful I am later.”

He felt a shiver go through Cas, and decided that Claire had had enough; it was definitely time to leave.

When they got outside, Sam heaved a visible sigh of relief. “Thank Chuck. Let’s drop these guys off, then get back to the bunker. You’re staying with us tonight, Claire.” This was not a question, and Claire didn’t have the energy to argue anyway.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll ring Jody.” Before Claire could get into the car, Dean pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, kid. You scared the crap outta me. We’re gonna have a talk… in the morning, though.”

Claire smiled and hugged back, and tried not to squeal when she felt Cas’s arms come around the two of them.

Dean dropped the kids off where the original party was located, making sure the house was safe again before leaving. He gave each of the kids a card with his name and number on it in case they ran into any monsters in the future.

Once he was back on the road with Sam, Cas, and Claire, exhaustion set in. These types of cases didn’t really hurt his head in the thinking way - there were no lack of bones to burn or shifters changing bodies. However, his head was hurting in the very real, human-punching-bag way from getting attacked by the vamps. Dean was getting old, and couldn’t recover as fast as he used to. Thankfully, he had Cas to heal his wounds now.

Speaking of him, where was that nerdy little angel? After they got back home, Cas all but said “I need to show you something” and ran down the hall. What could be that important after finishing a case?

A few minutes later, Cas emerged from their room donning a cape, fake fangs, and a headband with furry ears attached. Dean tried to look annoyed, but couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face.

“Cas, don’t you think we’ve had enough of vampires for today? Or like, the next century?”

“But Dean, I’m not a true vampire. I’m a werepire. Remember when you came up with that name? I thought you’d enjoy this.”

“I...I do, Cas. I do.” Dean wanted to say more, but upon seeing the light in Cas’ eyes, thought better of it. Let Cas have his fun, Dean thought. If Cas is happy, I’m happy.

“So...Cas, I gather you didn’t just decorate the bunker for nothing. How about we celebrate?”

Sam looked warily at Dean, and they had a silent conversation with their eyes. Apparently, the thought of enjoying Halloween was okay if Cas suggested it, but not Sam. Yet, Sam was okay with that. The angel got special privileges around here, but he damn well earned them - seeing as how Cas had saved Dean and Sam more times than they could count.

Sam went to go grab tumblers from the bunker’s kitchen. Cas poured them all some of his ‘witches’ brew’ and waited to see what they thought. Dean took a long drink of it, face twisting in a grimace as he swallowed. Cas looked at him expectantly, as Sam and Claire carefully sipped at theirs.

“Oh man, Cas. That was rank. What did you put in it?” Dean laughed and sputtered as Cas’s face fell.

“I followed the recipe. All the ingredients were correct.”

Claire choked and ran out of the room, while Sam tried to be diplomatic. “It’s not very.... tasty.”

With a crestfallen expression on his face, Cas removed the fake plastic teeth he was wearing, then put the tumbler to his mouth and tasted the liquid concoction. The noise he made caused Dean to laugh even harder.

“Nasty, huh?”

“I have to admit that it isn’t as delicious as I had hoped for.”

Dean pulled the angel towards him, smiling. “No, it isn’t. But you are.” He closed the distance between them, and planted a kiss firmly on Cas’s lips.

“Excuse me.” Sam jumped up from his seat and made a dash for the door. Whether it was because of the drink or the very public display of affection, they neither knew nor cared.

It was quite spooky how quickly Sam disappeared, though.

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starkbarnes-lovechild · 7 years ago

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I Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You

Steve takes a deep, fortifying breath as he looks at himself at the full-body mirror. He fiddles with his cufflinks, turns to one side then another, checking if anything’s amiss. He smooths his hands down his torso, straightening the already polished shirt.

Today’s the day.

He’s buzzing with energy, with anticipation, with nerves. Everything’s going to be perfect. It has to be.

Steve was sleep-deprived, like he always was whenever he got into a painting binge, as Sam and Bucky liked to call it. He has been awake for probably three days now. He knew he looked like a zombie, but there was no coffee at his apartment. Food was missing, too, but at the moment, coffee was more important.

He walked absentmindedly to his favorite coffee shop a few blocks away. He didn’t bother to change his paint-smeared clothes; the baristas were used to it by now.

He didn’t know how he managed to order and pay for his coffee, but the next thing he knew, he was staring dumbly at his spilled coffee on the floor and a muffin he may or may not have bought sitting sadly on top of the mess. His chest felt wet and warm, probably the coffee but he just kept on blinking owlishly down at his poor, poor coffee and that pitiful muffin.

“…buy you a new shirt, too…” someone’s frantic voice finally snapped him out of his stupor. He looked up and saw big brown eyes framed by long, thick curly lashes.

“Are you okay?” the same voiced asked, worry tinting his slightly high-pitched voice and focused on the face. Gosh, he’s pretty was his only thought.

The other man looked young, probably in his late teens or (hopefully) in his early twenties. He was clean shaven and his face was still slightly rounded with some baby fat. His lips were full and pink and looked like they would taste good.

“Sorry.” Steve muttered as rubbed his eyes. “No sleep since Wednesday.” He tried to suppress a whine, but he didn’t seem to be successful, as he stared sadly at his fallen coffee, because he heard an amused snort.

“I’m Tony.” The other man reached out a hand, which Steve took with a mumble of his name in response. “Let me buy you lunch and a new shirt for the trouble.” The other man—Tony—added with a shy smile.

Steve knew he was a goner by then.

Steve flips the sheet of paper once more as he paces around his hotel room. He has memorized every word but rereading it is somewhat calming.

Tony, from the moment I met you, I knew I’d love you for the rest of my life. Your smile captivated me, still does, to be honest. Your laugh, a soft melody which never fails to enchant me, a siren luring its prey. Your eyes twinkle bright, stars in the night sky lighting up the dark.

“If I kill Obie, would you help me escape jail?” Steve was startled out of his sketching by the sound of Tony’s voice as the younger man plopped down by the seat across from him.

(Tony was, thankfully, twenty-seven when they met, making him only five years younger than Steve. That was two years ago.)

“Oh. Hi, Tony. Yep, I’m fine, how ‘bout you? Oh, I’m currently working on a new project for another show in a few months.” Steve replied dryly with a smile, closing his sketchbook and putting his art materials away, as Tony gave him an annoyed huff and an eye roll, nibbling on the burger that has been waiting for him for almost an hour now.

“So.” Tony started once more, prompting Steve to raise an eyebrow at him. “Will you help me escape? I’m too pretty to be in jail.”

Steve scrunched his brows lightly, humming as he pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Tones. If you’re in jail, it means there’ll be less days when I’ll have to tolerate you.” He teased, making Tony squawk indignantly.

The younger man pointed a piece of fries at him, eyes narrowed as he said, “Stop kidding yourself, Rogers. You love me and you know it.”

Steve simply smirked and started eating his own food as Tony whined, “No love! Absolutely no love for me around here!”

He ducked his head and let his smile soften, knowing Tony’s aware how much he loves him.

Steve leans back by the window, the light from outside illuminating his words more. He rubs his thumb gently back and forth on the paper, the words lightly faded from how often he’s done it before. He smiles softly, tilts his head back and lets it rest on the windowsill, his eyes closing.

I will remain as the ear you need for all your woes, the friendly face you yearn for when your lost and will never abandon you, even when the world is against you—against us.

The first time Steve saw Tony in women’s clothing was only a month after they met. He was surprised, yes, but only because he almost didn’t connect the beautiful raven-haired woman in front of him with Tony.

(Tony was wearing a black see-through cropped-poncho over a black crop top with some writing on it. His skirt, which was probably six inches above his knees, was a dark red at the top with a flannel-like pattern which then fades to black at the bottom, flaring out over his slim thighs. He was wearing long, black socks, roughly five inches below his knees, with large stripes at the top and black combat-like boots.)

Steve was in a club with Bucky, Sam and Clint when he saw Tony, sitting on a barstool as he talked to an African American man.

At first, it was just an odd feeling, as if he was compelled to look at the beautiful woman by the bar. Then their eyes met. The realization hit him hard as he saw the panic as the woman—as Tony—scrambled off the stool, leaving the man he was talking to.

Steve didn’t think, he shot up and ran after Tony. In the back of his mind, he vaguely registered Bucky calling out to him. Tony was more important, though.

When he finally caught up with the younger man, Tony looked like he was about to cry, but he could still see the determination and fire in those brown depths.

Tony was wearing light makeup, all neutrals as eyeshadow, hazed on the outside, giving his eyes a sultry look. The bottom rims of his eyes were lined with kohl while both his top and bottom lashes were coated with quite a thick layer of mascara. His lips were a blood red—dark and sharp, making his lips appear plumper while his black hair (probably a wig) which fell down to the bottom of his exposed collarbones, curled softly, framing his face well.

Steve has never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Are you disgusted?” Tony’s voice was rough, defensive, snapping Steve out of his musings.

“What?! No! Why would I be?” Steve exclaimed, shocked Tony would think so little of him.

“Because I dress like a girl and I wear makeup.” The younger man responded, as if quoting the words from someone else.

(That was when he discovered how protective Howard and Maria Stark were as parents. He found out they sued a group of rich students who stole all of Tony’s makeup and his feminine clothing, then burned then right in front of Tony and a crowd of other MIT students. Obviously, the Starks won the case.)

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Steve growled, startling both himself and Tony. He’s had this conversation with Sam a thousand times before and hated people who bullied his friends, people who made them feel like they were less than other people, simply because they were different. “My friend’s genderfluid. Sometimes we call her Samantha.”

Tony stared at him for quite a while, which started to make him feel awkward. “Do you, uh,” he started, trying to break the silence, “do I call you something else, or…” Steve trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

“Natasha.” Tony suddenly blurted out, startling Steve.

“What?”

“Natasha Antonette. I—I’m Natasha Antonette. That’s. My mom said she liked that name.” Tony—Natasha—looked up at him shyly, his lashes fluttering, most like unconsciously. Even with the three-inch heels, Steve was still taller than her. “But you can still call me Tony (i), but with an ‘i’.”

“Okay.” Steve simply smiled and led her back to the bar.

I will cherish you for all time, love you unconditionally and accept you for who you are—for who you want to become.

A knock on the door snaps Steve out of his daydream. The door clicks and Sam pokes his head inside. “Hey, man. It’s time.”

He carefully folds the paper once more and puts it inside his jackets breast pocket. He follows the other man out the door and to the garden where they decided to hold the wedding.

Its winter and there’s still snow on the ground, giving the place a serene atmosphere. All the guests are on their seats as he walks down the aisle with Bucky, Clint and Sam towards the makeshift altar. He sees Tony’s mom right in front with a big smile on her face while his dad simply looks content, waiting for his only child at the back to walk Tony down the aisle.

(Steve knows, no matter how intimidating Howard Stark may look, Tony is one of the most precious beings in his life.)

Tony is Toni today, so Steve knows she’ll be in a wedding dress instead of a three-piece suit. Nobody but Toni and Maria knows what her wedding attire looks like today.

He stands by the altar with his friends as they wait for Toni to make her entrance and walk down the aisle.

When Toni finally appears, Steve’s jaws drop, his breath catches. Just when he thinks Toni can’t get any more beautiful, he’s always proven wrong.

Toni’s shoulder length hair falls with soft curls, a braid on one side pinned by a clip with a white rose design on top. Her dress is a ball gown which tapers nicely on her waist. The upper part of her chest has a flower pattern of sots which goes up to her neck, giving her an elegant look. The sleeves were cut directly in level where the pattern begins. She has white, translucent gloves up to her wrist while she holds a small bouquet of white roses.

She looks like an angel is the only thought running through Steve’s head.

Toni practically glides down the aisle, her arm loops around her father’s. She’s smiling so widely it looks like it will split her face. Her makeup is natural and soft, giving her a more ethereal glow.

When she reaches him, she pauses, lets go of her father and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug, her bouquet resting at the back of his neck as she whispers, “Thank you.” He returns the hug tightly, never wanting to let her go.

When they pull apart, her eyes are glistening with unshed tears and he knows he isn’t much better. He takes her bouquet and grasps her hands in his as she loops her arm through her father’s once more. Together, they lead her to Bucky’s waiting arms.

He looks at Bucky as he puts her hand in his, saying without words, take care of her and, since they have been best friends since they were kids, he receives a determined nod in return, with all my heart

I will never leave your side, I will strive to make you happy, even if it’s not with me.

The man who will love you for eternity,

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#my winteriron #winteriron #one-sided stony #steve rogers pov

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piketrickfeet · 8 years ago

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Just for fun, what would the dynamic be in an au with Liz x Red x Ressler?

oh. oh, anon. you asked for it. thank you for this opportunity to just blather on and like write little mini fics about this. poly ships are my favorite ships and now i’ll be thinking about this until i’m dead.

their dynamic would be very close to canon i won’t lie. i see a grudging respect among all of them that could definitely grow to admiration and then love. as black and white as ressler is, his time with reddington has definitely reshaped his world view. i think his feelings towards liz are also important to note because i think he feels the need to be a slight mentor to her. yes, she is an agent in her own right, but she was also part of a mobile psych unit before the task force, so i think he feels like he needs to show her the ropes. we all know red’s feelings about lizzy lol. he obviously cares about her more than he probably should and it definitely gets him in to trouble. but i think his feelings for ressler are also important. as much as he makes fun of him, as much as he rides him, he also saved his life and works with him with minimal problems. ressler is also one of the few people red trusts to keep lizzy safe, which i think says loooaaaads about their relationship.

now, of course, that is all very much a “if this is a slight au where there was even a remote chance of any of these relationships happening” kind of instance

other aus would call for slightly different dynamics so here are some of my favorite aus lol. thanks to @auchen and @221beefcakes for the au ideas. idk how you feel about this ship though so lol.

au where red never turned traitor: red would have risen through the ranks of the navy and then idk worked closely with the fbi which is how ressler starts working with him. and ressler is such an All American Boy that he idolizes this decorated sailor and loves working with him. red probably finds him a little annoying, like a small dog that runs around your feet, but he can’t deny that the kid does good work, so he starts to help him out more, starts working with him, and their relationship evolves from there. it would be a somewhat similar dynamic as in canon with the begrudging respect toward ressler that would slowly change over time. lizzy is a little harder to fit in to this one, just because of all the things that happened in her childhood. but should the same things happen (the fire, sam, etc.), it definitely would have made her personality the same i think. and depending how they all meet, it would be interesting to see how that all plays out. maybe there is a Very Bad Person that has red and ressler working together and red has heard of this really great up and coming profiler, so they pull her in to the case. red would be instantly smitten and ressler would be 90% jealous because now this new girl is getting all of red’s attention and 10% in love with her already. and they end up working so well together and so in sync that they form their task force and start working to take down hardcore criminals. and eventually their respect turns to affection and while working late one night they realize their feelings for each other and then live happily ever after.

coffee shop au cause i’m trash: now there are a good many variations of a coffee shop au that could be written, but we’ll go with this one. cooper owns a coffee shop (nicknamed the post office because of what it used to be lol) and hires a mish mash of people that work there. (just…because i need it…aram as the tech person who like creates this great computer system that a coffee shop doesn’t really need but it’s great anyway. samar is head barista but also tends to throw out customers who are The Worst lol.) ressler is also a barista but he’s also surprisingly the one that comes up with new menu items because he’s multifaceted i tell you. liz is like asst manager or something like that but her job is mainly to watch people to see what they like and don’t like so that they can make the necessary changes to the shop or the menu. anyway that’s why liz notices the fancy dressed man come in to the shop multiple times a week. she doesn’t miss the way he flirts with literally everyone, including aram which makes the young tech blush FIERCELY it’s hilarious. but red definitely pays a little more attention than necessary to ressler in the form of teasing and liz is a little bit jealous that he doesn’t show her the same sort of attention until he DOES and she almost can’t handle the full force of raymond reddington. and in this au maybe he’s not a criminal, but he’s definitely as sauve and well connected and so he convinces liz to go to dinner without telling her that he’s also invited ressler until they both show up to the restaurant dressed to the nines and then red walks up and puts both their hands on his elbows like A GIANT DORK and walks them inside. and liz has always had a small crush on ressler, ever since she started at the shop and he showed her the ropes. so they do dinner and red Explains Himself and asks if they’re open to all dating and ressler is like “eeeehhhh” at first, but he definitely finds liz attractive and nice and he wants to get to know red a little more, so they all agree. and there’s definitely a learning curve, but they find their groove and fall in love. this turned out to be very loosely a coffee shop au lol

werewolf au: my werewolf knowledge is very much influenced by teen wolf so sorry lol. let’s see. they wouldn’t all be werewolves, that would be too easy. no, i think ressler would make a good werewolf since he’s basically a dog with a bone in the first place. and that’s how he’s risen through the ranks of the fbi so quickly, because of his unknown extra senses. and he thought when he started chasing raymond reddington five years ago that his abilities would make it a little bit easier. and yet. what he doesn’t know is that red is also a werewolf and has been using that to his advantage. (sidenote: red definitely has A Pack in dembe and kate and it’s small and broken but they’re family) and liz is Not A Werewolf, but katerina maybe was and whoever her father is/was probably was, but it doesn’t travel genetically??? idk born v bitten is so vague lol. anyway, the point is, it’s in her past but she doesn’t know about it, but that’s how red knew her parents, maybe they were part of his pack until they turned on him or died or something. but since lizzy was their’s, she was technically part of his pack too, but he’s in no state to take care of a small human girl when he’s getting ready to go on the run. so he takes her to sam who he’s known forever who knows their lore even if he is human and has him take care of her until he can come back and tell her her history. a n y w a y, back to the ship lol. the series tends to play out the same way with some minor differences about the past and red’s background and such. but as for their dynamic, ressler would know immediately that red is a werewolf, a fact that pisses him off greatly because he should have realized it five years ago when he first started tracking him. and red knows ressler is a werewolf because he can smell his loneliness, the fact that he doesn’t have a pack, so he takes advantage of that and pulls ressler in to his orbit. after that, it’s easy for them to fall in to some weird relationship. ressler hates that he needs reddington, but he can’t deny that being around reddington makes him feel whole. and reddington doesn’t want to like ressler as much as he does, but he can’t deny that he feels this need to take care of him, this need to include him in things, in his life. so they work together, red and ressler, and they include liz and try not to tell her about their secret, but the way their lives are makes it hard. and i can just imagine during a Very Difficult Case where liz’s life is in danger, ressler wolfs out or something and reddington has to reign him back in and their secret is exposed. and liz wants to be scared but she’s always had this feeling that red was different (she never got the feeling from ressler, but then again they weren’t that close for a long time, but they are now and she can’t imagine life without him), but he’s not scary he makes her feel safe. and the more they all work together, the safer she feels with them. and eventually liz figures out her own background, figures out her heritage. and one day, many years after they’ve finished the blacklist, red asks liz if she’d take the bite either from him or ressler, but even if she doesn’t, she’s still a part of their pack, still a part of them, and their bond is tested but never broken.

ROLE REVERSAL AU WHICH I DIDN’T REALIZE I WANTED IT UNTIL NOW: ressler is still the same because i can’t picture ressler any other way lol my all american boy, but red never turned traitor and worked his way up the navy and now works for the fbi lol so original i know. but liz, sweet liz, who was dropped off on sam’s doorstep 25 years ago or whatever and he took care of her, taught her how to pick locks, taught her how to hide her tracks, taught her how to be a criminal. and when he died, she was so distraught and vengeful that she channeled that rage in to criminal activity. and she built up contacts that her father introduced her to until she was running a small but strong criminal syndicate. and that put her on the fbi’s radar five years ago when a young and ambitious ressler started to try and follow her, tried to track her down and shut down her crime ring. he pulls in reddington, not really knowing about his connection to sam and red knows immediately how to pull in liz but something stops him. so liz’s network grows and she gets more and more dangerous but she knows about her past, knows about katerina and kirk and the american and red and knows everything about the fulcrum, but that puts a target on her back. so she turns herself in to the fbi and says she’ll only talk to raymond reddington, gives him a list of criminals so bad that they all rush to start taking them down. and red is instantly smitten, instantly ride or die for lizzy, even if it means throwing away years of work, of accomplishments. but ressler is not so easily convinced, and it takes a lot of work, and it’s only his relationship with red that allows him to see liz’s side of things. because ressler has liked red for years, has admired him and worked with him and loved him since the sailor started trying to take down elizabeth keen with him five years ago. and now here she is in the flesh and she’s nothing like either man thought, she’s a criminal, yes, and she’s dangerous, of course, but she’s doing all of this, the blacklist, everything, not for herself, but because it’s for the good of the world or whatever. and ressler’s captain america personality can see the good in her, just a little bit, and it makes him hesitate. and the longer they all work together, the easier it is for him to fall in love with her too. and liz is easy, liz is open and willing from the second she asks for raymond reddington, all gentle glances and soft touches while they’re working on the lists. and in the end it’s much easier than any of them thought to fall in love.

professor/student(s) au: okay, so this one is hard. raymond reddington, dedicated and decorated navy sailor, who worked his way up the ranks and now teaches at a local university. he’s the same, still hard to work with, still cold and calculating, but very much a mentor to his students in his criminology class. ressler is his TA even though he hated reddington at first because reddington is a hardass, expects the best from all of his students and he saw something in ressler from the start. so when red is forced to get a TA he immediately thinks of ressler and hires him against the wishes of the dept head but you know fuck that guy. and ressler, as per usual, has a deep respect for reddington, even if he was pissed about the D (heh) he got on that paper that one time. but it made him think a little harder about the subject, made him better at the class and he ended up graduating with honors before coming back for his master’s. and then liz shows up, all bright eyed and gung ho and ressler finds her slightly annoying just because of her bright personality, but he can’t deny that she’s smart and good at her coursework. and reddington doesn’t even realize who she is at first, but he reads her first term paper and is blown away by her ability to profile these criminals in the case studies and he just has to know her. and it’s definitely a Bad Idea because he already thinks a little too fondly of ressler and now there’s this young woman that he can’t get off his mind. and ressler’s a little jealous at first, because he was the shining star, but even he admits that liz is bright. and they all sort of end up fitting together in a way that none of them expected. and maybe they have to wait until liz graduates, but it’s easy after that. ressler goes in to the fbi first and then liz and reddington basically cons his way into a contracting gig with them, and no doubt one of the best teams in the fbi. and if there’s talk about how they seem to be coming in together and leaving together and the girl from hr let slip that all their tax forms and benefits go to the same address, well, no one dares to say anything to their faces.

#Anonymous #ask box shenanigans #the blacklist #raymond reddington #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #red x lizzy x ressler #my secret shame ship is red x lizzy x ressler lol #not so secret i guess lol #THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE THIS DUMB THING #I HAD SO MUCH FUN #long post #i apologize for the length #it...got away from me lol

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the-institute-promos · 8 years ago

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Daniella || 29 || Human || Slave || FC Up to Player

Character Name: Daniella Mariana Colón Montes (Daniella Colón on anything that isn’t her license)

Nickname: Dani, Mari, Monti Birthday (Month/Day): February 5 Master, Mistress, Professor or Slave: Slave Masters/Slaves - Area of Study: Biomedical Engineering Year of Study: First Year Graduate Student Species: Human Age: 29 I am: Submissive / Switch (Up to Player) I want a: Dominant / Submissive / Switch (Up to Player) Orientation/Preference: (Up to Player) Turn Ons: Food Play/(Otherwise Up to Player) Turn Offs: (Up to Player) Three Positive Character Traits: Intelligent, Protective, Personable Three Negative Character Traits: Hot-Tempered, Violent, Snappish Face Claim: Sofia Black-D’Elia or Christian Serratos Player: Is Daniella right for you?

February 5th, 1987. A regular date like any other one in the calendar, but on that one, Cisco Colón and Marcela Montes welcomed their first daughter to the world, calling her Daniella Mariana - “God has judged” and “beloved”. The cherubic-faced baby entered the world a screaming madwoman, which the happy and tired parents praised the heavens for, knowing their darling Daniella would grow up healthy and loved. Life in Belo Horizonte, while comfortable for a pair of childless parents on one salary, was not as easy for new parents of a child with a healthy appetite, especially when the breadwinner was depending on a mining job for his salary. Both parents knew how dangerous a mining job could be - tragedy was never far from such a profession, and Cisco had no intention of allowing his daughter to grow up without a father. Three years later, in 1990, the family of three was able to earn permanent residence in the United States, and they set down their roots in Inglewood, California. Cisco went back to trade school, earning certification as a mechanic, while Marcela, once Daniella was enrolled in Kindergarten, worked from home as a day-care provider, having earned the certifications necessary over the two years since they’d arrived.

Few people can come up with a word quite fitting to describe Daniella Colón without referencing either her temper or the sharpness of her wit. Having a Puerto Rican father and a Brazilian mother, the Latin temper was strong from a very young age. For as long as she knew herself, this was the case, whether it was a tiny five-year-old Dani, cutting down the bullies on the playground with her words or a still-tiny, but far more passionate fifteen-year-old Dani doing the same in the halls both with her fists and her words, delivering a swift blow of justice to those who thought they could take advantage of her because of her height or her accent. Dani inherited much of the stereotypical Latin temper combined with a passion for learning that saw her develop her vocabulary - both English and Spanish - in order to get her point across however necessary and in as intelligent (and cutting, if the moment required) a manner as possible. Even with this nature, though, Daniella was not a sarcastic person, at least not usually. Most times one could find Daniella speaking amicably with those she called friends, building herself a circle of like-minded individuals - people who valued each other for their capabilities and helped each other towards their goals in the best way possible. They made mistakes, as teens were wont to do, but for the most part, Dani and her circle of friends made it through school.

Fast-forward to the summer of 2009, the end of her first four years away at college. A family Dani had known all her life in Inglewood, her neighbors - the Mak’rs - who had three kids she already babysat once a week suddenly had another kid in their house, an older teen, somewhere about 16, from the looks of him. She had sometimes overheard them talking about adopting, but she never thought they’d adopt a teenager. Of course, once she met Sam she was sure that he had to have charmed them in some way. There was just something about him, something dangerous…something hidden underneath that either the Mak'rs hadn’t seen or they accepted him regardless. Whatever it was, Daniella was determined to find out. So she continued to babysit for them, despite them now having an older son who could do so. If the Mak'rs thought anything of it due to her age, they never said a word. The three younger ones thought the world of their new older brother whenever asked, and even when she spoke to him, she couldn’t find anything overtly wrong with him. So what was it that made her so wary about him? Samir - as that is what he’d taken to calling himself - was an enigma, and Dani hated mysteries she couldn’t solve.

Over time, though, as she got to know the adopted young man, Dani came to realize that he’d simply had a hard life. Whatever had drawn the Mak’rs to him kept them in due to kindness. They saw the same thing she did in his eyes, the pain of a troubled past. But she never pushed him, she never asked, and he never shared. However, she did become a confidant for him in time, once she’d learned to trust him, and to trust herself around him. And if she noticed his eyes lingering a bit too long on occasion, she wouldn’t comment. It was amusing in its own way, the irony of it all. And since he never said a word about that either, she wouldn’t embarrass him about it. That just wasn’t her way.

And now, present day. Daniella spent a few years working with the California Solar Initiative to develop medical apparatus that would work under solar power to be used in countries without proper electrical sources. She knew for a fact that this would be useful in poorer nations and even in older sections of places like where she was born, so she dedicated her time to such pursuits. As she worked, though, one of her mentors on the job - an Institute alum - was touched by her initiative and offered her information about his alma mater, proclaiming how she would be able to move up much further in her field with a degree from the Institute. Though she’d never heard of the Institute for Advanced Learning, she trusted her employer and so, filled out an application. When she heard back that she was not only accepted but would have a scholarship, she couldn’t help her excitement. Here was a chance to go further in her field and gain a top-notch degree, to boot. And it was on a tropical island. Little did she know what was in store when she would arrive.

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Sam Mak’r

Bio written by: Jon

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