#teen sam

[supernaturalkickparty]

😶‍🌫️Post something from a WIP

😬is this from an ask game? I don't remember so I'm so sorry for doing this late.

ok so i got a little snippet here from a current WIP, its from a preseries thing im working on

"Sam, I hope this doesn't come across the wrong way, but would you be willing to give your father this form? It’s for the school to take you on a special field trip, only certain kids get to go on it.���

Sam looked over the paper, Operation Christmas, a charity run by the local police department and school district. 

A program for less fortunate kids to go shopping at K-Mart.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.” Sam mumbled as he rushed out of the car.

He ran into the laundromat, going straight to the back, waiting long enough for the teacher to drive off.

Sam sighed, looking over the paper once more, he needed his dads permission to go on this trip. It was free, they’d give him a hundred dollars to spend on a pair of shoes, a jacket, and a gift of his choice.

He knows if he shows this to his dad and Dean they’d feel guilty and want to skip town early.

They can't do that in their condition. 

Sam crumpled up the form and threw it away. Other kids have to have it worse than him, they’re more deserving than him.

[mirlumae]

I thought it’d be fun for Danny to have Starfire’s eyes instead of just his eye color changing to green.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[thestarlightforge]

Friendly, good natured reminder to the lesbians, as it looks like tonight will be a Wiccan backstory episode.

I love you, I’m with you, and Agatha x Rio will get their turn.

But Billy is a big deal, he’s headlined Marvel Pride literally every year since its inception, and it was horrific what Multiverse of Madness did to him (going from the “love is for souls not bodies” WandaVision ethos to “two of Marvel’s only queer characters exist exclusively in the imagination of the mentally ill woman we’ve now decided is homicidal and suicidal” 🙃).

He needs this moment. Wiccan x Hulkling (Wiccling), Marvel Pride & yes, Wanda—who was also blatantly character assassinated—they need this moment.

Before Jac Schaeffer has to hand them off to another writer (again).

We shouldn’t be in this position: Where Jac Schaeffer has to join the likes of Allan Heinberg, Anthony Oliveira, Tom King and Steve Orlando as Wanda’s cleanup writer in the MCU—battling Michael Waldron and Sam Raimi the way they have long done battle with misogynistic comics writers, like John Byrne and Brian Michael Bendis. Her colleagues should’ve treated WandaVision as the precious gift it was, not left her an editorial mess to clean up.

But this is where we are. Billy, Tommy & Wanda didn’t deserve to be discarded—they deserved proud legacies as representation for the women, people with mental health struggles, and queer youth who look up to them. So she’s fixing it. Then, she’ll get to the lesbians. Have a little faith and

Let her cook.

(And enjoy watching one of my all-time favorite characters step into his own!! Wiccan is a Gem 😊💙 & he supports the lesbians as much as you do, trust, lol.)

[wendichester]

ok you write some teen dean but I wanna see teen sam x reader please and thank you :3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ assignments & study sess,

summary. you run into sam at the school's library

pairing. teen!sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 539

notes. honestly, whenever i think of sam is almost stanford and onwards, but this turned out cuter than expected ehe thank you for requesting bubs 😙🩷

Sam has noticed you before. It’s hard not to.

You’re in a couple of his classes, always sitting near the window, twirling your pencil between your fingers when you’re lost in thought. You don’t talk much, at least not like the loud kids who take up all the space in a room, but when you do—when you answer a question in English or crack a joke to your friend—Sam always finds himself listening a little too closely.

He’s never had the nerve to talk to you, though. His family moves too much for him to bother making friends, and besides, you probably don’t even know who he is.

At least, that’s what he thinks—until today.

The library is quiet, except for the occasional rustle of pages and the soft hum of the overhead lights. Sam’s hunched over his history textbook at one of the back tables, trying to focus, but his brain feels like it’s made of static. He’s got an essay due in two days, and all he’s managed to do so far is reread the same sentence ten times.

And then—

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

He freezes.

Because that’s your voice.

Sam looks up so fast he nearly knocks over his coffee. And there you are, standing right across from him, your bag slung over one shoulder, a hopeful tilt to your lips.

For a second, all he can do is stare.

“No,” he blurts, a little too quickly. He clears his throat, willing himself to not sound like a complete idiot. “Uh, yeah. I mean—go ahead.”

You smile, sliding into the seat across from him, and Sam swears his heart actually stumbles over itself.

“Thanks,” you say, pulling out your notebook. “It’s weirdly packed in here today.”

Sam glances around. There are maybe five other people in the entire library.

He looks back at you, and you’re watching him with a tiny, knowing smirk. Oh.

You did that on purpose.

Sam swallows, trying to fight the warmth creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Super crowded.”

You grin, setting your stuff down. “I’ve seen you around,” you say casually, flipping open your book. “You’re, like, crazy smart, right? You always get the highest scores in English.”

He blinks. “You—you’ve noticed that?”

You tilt your head, like the idea of not noticing him is absurd. “Of course. I sit right behind you.”

Sam has no idea how to respond to that. His brain is short-circuiting, stuck on the fact that you—this girl he’s been secretly stealing glances at all year—have been paying attention to him too.

“Uh, thanks,” he finally mutters, pushing his hair back. “I just… read a lot, I guess.”

You hum, resting your chin on your hand as you watch him. “You always look super focused in class,” you muse. “Like, intense focus. It’s kinda impressive.”

Sam lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well. I try.”

You lean in slightly. “So, Mr. Genius, since we’re here—wanna help me with my essay?”

It’s an easy excuse to stay here longer, to keep talking to you, and Sam knows it.

But he’s definitely not going to say no.

“Yeah,” he says, a real smile tugging at his lips now. “Yeah, I can do that.”

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[holyblonded]

london derby | always sunny in australia

pairings: sam kerr x teen!reader, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

summary: you and sam go toe to toe

notes: this was funny to write

You always knew this day would come. Growing up all over Australia, bouncing from foster home to group home, spending every waking moment with a football at your feet—sun, rain, wind, or snow. Every sacrifice, every hour of training, every dream you held onto had led you to this. A professional footballer. A gunner. And a true gunner fights for what is right and what they believe in.

“But Kristie,” you whined dramatically, snuggling up even closer to the pregnant woman on the couch, your arms wrapped tightly around her like a koala. “You can’t wear her jersey! You have to wear mine! She’s evil, I tell you, and she plays for an evil team.”

Kristie sighed, rubbing her temples, already exhausted. She opened her mouth to respond, probably to tell you that she was not picking sides, but before she could get a word out, a familiar voice cut in.

“I play for an evil team?”

You groaned before even looking up.

Standing behind the couch, arms crossed, was Sam Kerr. Chelsea’s very own.

“You do play for an evil team,” you said, sending her a glare. “And Kristie is not wearing your jersey.”

Sam scoffed. “And you think Arsenal is any better? You play for the worst team in London.”

Your jaw dropped in pure offense. “Excuse me?”

Kristie sighed again. Sam ignored her.

“I’m just saying,” Sam continued, walking around the couch and dramatically flopping onto the other side of Kristie, “history speaks for itself. Chelsea dominates. We own Arsenal.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Arsenal has class. We don’t buy our way to the top.”

Sam gasped in fake horror. “Are you calling me a plastic?”

“If the shoe fits.”

Kristie groaned, rubbing her temples again. “Oh my god.”

Sam turned to Kristie, gripping her arm. “Kristie, babe, love of my life, mother of my future daughter or son—”

You cut in immediately. “Kristie, my favorite human being, my guiding light, the person who makes sense in this chaotic world—”

Kristie let out a loud, very real groan.

“You are not going to fight over me wearing a stupid jersey,” she said, exasperated.

“It’s not stupid!” you and Sam shouted at the same time.

Kristie took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling like she was asking for patience. Then she fixed both of you with a stern glare.

“Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three. Now.” You and Sam looked at each other. Then back at Kristie.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I am too pregnant and too tired for this. Winner gets the jersey.”

There was a tense pause before you and Sam immediately shifted, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of each other. You both raised your fists.

Kristie counted down. “Three… two… one… go.”

Rock. Scissors.

You grinned. “One-nil, Sammy.”

Sam scowled. “Lucky shot.”

Kristie rolled her eyes. “Again.”

Rock. Paper.

You smirked. “Two-nil. Game over. Must be predicting the future.”

Sam groaned, throwing herself backward onto the carpet in dramatic agony. “Nooooo.”

You leapt up, pumping your fists in victory before pointing at Kristie. “Put it on, Mewis. Arsenal looks good on you.”

Kristie shook her head but took the jersey you handed her and pulled it over her head.

Sam sat up, pouting. “This is betrayal. Betrayal, Kristie.”

Kristie patted her head like you would a sulking child. “You’ll live.”

You crossed your arms, smirking down at Sam. “Guess Arsenal wins this round, huh?”

Sam groaned, flopping back down. “I hate you. I miss when you were too quiet and scared to do anything with me.”

Kristie sighed. “I hate both of you.”

“Chickie, please sit down,” Leah pleaded as she rolled on her socks, her gaze following you as you paced the perimeter of the locker room for what had to be the hundredth time. “You’re going to make yourself—and me—dizzy with all that pacing.”

You barely registered her words, too lost in your own anxious mutterings, your hands wringing the hem of your warm-up top as your mind raced.

“She’s been like this since Renée said she’s in the starting lineup,” Kyra said, leaning back against the lockers with an amused grin as she nudged Kim. “I think she might actually combust.”

Kim hummed in agreement, arms crossed as she observed you with a small, knowing smile. “Looks like she’s about five seconds away from wearing a hole in the floor.”

As you turned on your heel to change direction in your pacing, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders, guiding you toward your cubby with firm but gentle pressure.

“Chickadee, you need to breathe, okay?”

Steph’s soothing voice cut through the fog of your panic, her grip grounding as she eased you down onto the bench. You blinked up at her, your breaths still shallow, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“I—I just—” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Beth appeared at your side, dropping down onto the bench beside you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake. “You’ve got this, mate. It’s just football, yeah? The same game you’ve been playing since you were tiny.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, but the nerves still clawed at your chest.

Steph crouched down in front of you, her hands firm on your knees. “What do we do when we get nervous?” she prompted softly, eyes searching yours.

You took a shaky breath, your mind scrambling to remember the techniques she had drilled into you. “Count… count down from ten,” you murmured.

Steph nodded encouragingly. “Good. Let’s do it together, yeah?”

You nodded again, inhaling as deeply as you could manage.

“Ten,” Steph started.

“Nine,” Beth joined in.

“Eight,” you whispered, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

By the time you reached one, your breathing had steadied, your heart no longer threatening to beat out of your chest.

Beth grinned, giving you a playful nudge. “There we go, Chick. Back in the game.”

Steph squeezed your knee before standing. “You’re ready for this. We all believe in you.”

The moment of peace was promptly ruined when Kyra swooped in, flopping dramatically onto the bench beside you with a loud sigh.

“Ugh, this was so soft,” she groaned, shaking her head. “Where’s the Chickie who throws hands in training? I thought we were getting that one today.”

You shot her a glare, which only made her grin wider. “That’s only towards you.”

Kyra threw an arm over your shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially. “If you’re really that nervous, I can trip someone in the tunnel for you. Just say the word.”

Beth snorted. “You’re an absolute menace.”

Kyra smirked. “I prefer agent of chaos, actually.”

Despite yourself, a laugh bubbled up in your chest, the tension finally breaking.

Steph smiled, shaking her head as she ruffled your hair. “There’s my Chickadee.”

The energy in the stadium was electric, the hum of anticipation settling deep in your bones as you moved through warm-ups with ease. The roar of the Arsenal crowd felt like a heartbeat beneath your feet, steady and powerful, grounding you in the moment. Your nerves, which had been gnawing at you all morning, had finally melted away the second you stepped onto the pitch, replaced by sharp, unshakable focus. Every touch of the ball felt clean, every pass seamless.

As you moved through passing drills, Beth nudged your side with a smirk. “Alright, Chickie, I have to ask, how bad are the pre-game nerves right now?”

You shrugged, bouncing the ball between your feet. “Not bad,” you admitted, surprising even yourself. “I mean, still there, but manageable.”

Caitlin, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. “Manageable? What happened to our little bundle of nerves who couldn’t sit still before kickoff?”

“She’s still here,” you muttered, shifting on your feet, but the teasing smiles from your teammates were warm, not mocking.

Kyra, stretching a few meters away, cupped her hands around her mouth. “It’s because I’m here! I’m her emotional support Australian. Suck Steph!”

“More like emotional support animal,” Leah shot back, earning a round of laughter.

You rolled your eyes but grinned nonetheless, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. These were your people now. And then, of course, the peace didn’t last long.

Because suddenly, a very familiar, very smug presence sidled up beside you.

“Well, well, well,” Sam drawled, arms crossed, mischief radiating off her in waves. “Look at little Chickadee, all locked in. You sure you don’t need me to take it easy on you today?”

Instantly, the energy around you shifted. Your Arsenal teammates went still, their eyes flickering between you and Sam like they had just stepped into the middle of a live soap opera. You could practically hear the record scratch sound effect in real-time.

You, however, barely blinked. Instead, you flicked the ball into your hands, holding it against your hip as you turned to face her.

“Me?” You scoffed, tilting your head. “Need you to take it easy?” You let a smirk curl at your lips. “Please. Shouldn’t you be worried? You’re getting old, Sam.”

A chorus of “OHHHHHHHH!” rang out from your teammates, absolute disbelief painted across their faces.

Leah, slack-jawed, turned to Kyra. “Did she just—”

Kyra, looking beyond proud, nodded. “She did. That’s my girl. I have taught her so well.”

Sam gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like you had just personally offended her entire existence. “Old? Rude. I’m in my prime, kiddie.”

You tilted your head, as if considering. “You sure? Because Kristie’s wearing my jersey today, not yours.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “You little—”

The sheer chaos that erupted from your teammates was deafening. Kyra actually fell over from laughing, while Steph stood there with both hands on her head, looking like she’d just witnessed an exorcism. Caitlin had her phone out so fast you were almost impressed.

“Oh, this is getting recorded,” she announced gleefully. “No way we’re letting this one slide.”

Sam, who had clearly not been expecting this level of audacity from you, pointed a firm finger at you. “This is slander, Chickie. I’ll see you in court.”

You merely grinned, hands on your hips. “Better keep up today, grandma.”

Sam just shook her head, laughing as she backed away toward the Chelsea warm-up area. “You’re a menace, Chickie.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, Kyra pounced. “WHAT was that?! Who are you, and what have you done with my shy little Chickadee?!”

You shrugged, fighting back a grin. “What? She started it.”

Beth, wheezing from laughter, threw an arm around your shoulders. “Oh, mate. You’re gonna be just fine today.”

When kickoff arrived, the stadium erupted. Emirates was packed, red and white flooding the stands. You barely even had time to process it all before you were in it, battling against Chelsea in one of the most intense games of your life.

You and Sam went at it all game. Every time she got the ball, you were there to press. Every time you made a run, she was tracking back to put pressure on you. The tackles were relentless but fair, the banter nonstop.

“Is that all you got?” Sam grinned after a particularly hard challenge left you both tumbling to the ground.

You smirked up at her as you climbed to your feet. “You tell me, old lady.”

She laughed, shaking her head before jogging off.

The game was brutal— chances flying at both ends, goalkeepers making insane saves. Arsenal struck first, Caitlin burying a header off a set piece. Chelsea equalized not long after, and the fight for the winner became even more intense.

With minutes left, you had one last shot at goal, a curling effort from outside the box that almost found the top corner, until Zećira Mušović made a world-class save to tip it over.

The final whistle blew. 1-1.

A draw, but it had felt like war.

Your legs were aching, lungs burning, but you barely noticed when the stadium announcer’s voice rang out: “Player of the match is Arsenal’s very own Wonder Girl!”

Your teammates mobbed you, ruffling your hair and pulling you into hugs as the crowd roared their approval. You grinned through it all, soaking it in.

As you made your way toward the sideline for post-match duties, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Look at you,” Sam said, grinning. “Player of the match against Chelsea, running the show like a pro.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Not bad, huh?”

Sam chuckled. “Not bad at all.”

Kristie appeared beside her, already holding her phone up. “Alright, picture time, you two.”

You and Sam posed together, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, Kristie snapping a few shots before jumping in for a few more.

As she stepped away, Sam turned back to you, her expression softer now. “I’m really proud of you, you know that?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

She smiled. “I remember when you first came into the Tillies camp. Thirteen years old, so shy you could barely speak. And now you’re here, bossing a game against Chelsea, winning player of the match. It’s unreal.”

Your chest tightened at her words, warmth blooming inside you.

“You’ve grown so much, Chickie,” Sam continued. “Not just as a player, but as a person. And I know I give you so much crap, but seriously, you’re special. Don’t ever forget that.”

You swallowed hard, not trusting yourself to speak.

Instead, you bumped her shoulder. “Thanks, Sammy.”

Sam grinned, ruffling your hair. “Anytime, kid.”

[marinafanning]

bring back this genre of girl please

[s0urw00lf]

This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)

MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.

And if I’m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.

Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.

Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.

[colmiillo]

I need an angst that leaves me destroyed and lying in bed for 5 days

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[ghostpainters]

Danny Phantom and Company Go Ghost Hunting 

Sometimes you just gotta grab some snacks, set up your ghost hunting equipment, and wait. 

[charlietheepicwriter7]

some ideas i have for the Teen Villain Alliance

Dr. Danny "I stole my PhD from Harvard at gunpoint" Fenton is Damian's best friend despite being at least six years older than him, while Crown Prince Phantom Dark is more of a father figure to Damian despite them being the same flipping person.

Sam is still Damian's favorite though, she's the one who he approached to join.

someone suggested that each "squad" of teens has a different pest as their squad name. So the inner circle (Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tuck, Dani, maybe Klarion since he was there first) are Wolves, with each having a squad under them. Phantom doesn't have a squad, but Fenton's mad science squad are called rats, Jazz has mice, Sam reclaimed bats from the batfam, tuck has his flies, etc

Phantom and Pharaoh tuck pretending that they have no idea what Tennessee is because Wally mistakes them for the Tennessee Valley Authority.

Damian is convinced that the inner circle are Prince Phantom's harem and convinces Dick of that too when he joins.

I really want to add Dick to the Everlasting Trio guys, I really do, but this is about the Teen Villain Alliance, not young adult villain alliance, so the oldest I feel like I can make the trio are 20, with Dick being 24, so if anyone has any problems with that... i guess you can leave, I've already decided on this plan of action.

The first time Red Hood encounters the TVA, they threaten him into buying them alcohol, he buys the nastiest shit he can think of to mess with the brats. Klarion throws up, Sam drinks straight faced

Red Huntress originally liked being an official justice league recognized super hero, but the stress of work and being constantly relied on to save people wears her down. She confronts Phantom for setting these ghosts on her, but he hasn’t done anything, this is the regular amount of ghosts. In fact, he asked that most of his rogues limit their visits to once every two weeks, so its actually less. Valerie has a mental breakdown and joins the TVA

[redroses07]

when the show/movie has a cast that’s so fine you don’t know who to read a fic about 😞

[holyblonded]

reds vs blues | always sunny is australia

pairings: sam kerr x teen!reader, chelsea wfc x teen!reader, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

summary: chelsea’s team bonding day at sam’s place, so they millie take the opportunity to trying to get you the chelsea

notes: i think this is my favorite chickie story

You enjoyed routines. They made you feel safe, grounded, like you had control over at least one part of your life.

Today was an off day, which meant you could follow your usual off-day schedule with no interruptions. Wake up at 5:45 AM, brush your teeth at 5:47 AM, breakfast—toast, eggs, and a protein shake— at 5:50 AM, and then a morning run and workout at 6:00 AM.

By the time you were jogging back to the house, sweat dripping down your back, you already had the rest of the day planned out in your head. After showering, you and Sam would go grocery shopping with the list Kristie had made for you both, and then you could spend the rest of the day relaxing. Routine. It was perfect.

Except when you pushed open the front door, expecting the usual peace of your home, you were instead met with a brick wall.

Except the brick wall was moving. You blinked up, heart racing, only to come face-to-face with Millie Bright.

Your body did what it always did when startled—fight or flight kicked in. And today, it was fight.

“OH HELL NO!”

Millie barely had time to react before you threw a punch. Luckily—or maybe unluckily—your fist never connected because suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

“Chickie, stand down!” Sam yelled, laughing but also clearly trying to prevent an international incident.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘STAND DOWN’? THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN OUR HOUSE!” you shouted, still flailing as Sam held you back.

“Mate, I’m the intruder? You just tried to knock me out in my own teammates house?” Millie asked, looking half amused, half impressed as she rubbed her chest.

That’s when you finally registered the amount of people in the living room. Chelsea players. All of them.

Your eyes darted around, taking in Erin Cuthbert, Guro Reiten, Zećira Mušović, and—oh god, why did it have to be Lauren James witnessing your public humiliation?

“What… what the hell is going on?” you breathed out, still slightly squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Yeah, so funny thing,” Sam said, grinning sheepishly. “I may have forgotten to tell you that the Chelsea squad was coming over for team bonding today.”

“TEAM BONDING?” you shrieked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WARN ME?”

“I was gonna tell you!”

“WHEN?”

“…Probably after your run.”

“Well, you didn’t!” you huffed, glaring at her. “And now I just tried to punch your captain in the face!”

“You did try that,” Millie chuckled. “Gotta say, fast reflexes. Respect.”

“Yeah, no, I’m gonna go curl up in a hole and never come out again,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed,” Erin teased. “If anything, this just makes you an honorary Chelsea player. Half of us probably wanted to punch Millie at some point anyway.”

“Wow, okay,” Millie scoffed. “This is what I get for being nice?”

The room burst into laughter, and despite your burning embarrassment, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle too. Sam finally let go of you, but not before ruffling your hair like you were a misbehaving puppy.

“Welcome to Chelsea’s team bonding, Chickadee,” she said, still grinning. “You’re stuck with us now.”

You sighed dramatically. “This is literally the worst day of my life.”

“Oh, it’s only getting started,” Lauren said with a smirk. “We’re playing Mario Kart later. Hope you’re ready.”

You groaned. Routine was officially ruined.

The Chelsea squad should have known better than to challenge you at FIFA. You were unstoppable.

One by one, they had fallen. Erin, Lauren, Niamh, Erin, Guro, all of them left shaking their heads as you cruised through every match like a seasoned pro. It had gotten to the point where they weren’t even playing for fun anymore; they were playing to try and salvage what little dignity they had left.

“You’re a menace,” Lauren muttered, tossing the controller down after yet another humiliating loss. “This isn’t even fun anymore.”

“It’s fun for me,” you said with a smug grin, stretching your arms behind your head like you’d barely broken a sweat.

“Yeah, we got that,” Niamh grumbled, flopping down dramatically on the couch.

Millie, who had been watching the massacre unfold, cracked her knuckles and grabbed a controller. “Alright, move aside, amateurs. Time for the big guns.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Erin snickered, nudging Guro.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Millie said, rolling her shoulders. “You’re all just mad you couldn’t get the job done. I am about to end this reign of terror.”

You snorted. “You sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

Millie set up her team with the focus of someone preparing for war, but you noticed the smirk playing on her lips as she spoke again.

“So, Chickie,” she started casually, too casually, “what’s your contract situation at Arsenal again?”

You narrowed your eyes, already sensing the setup. “One-year deal.”

Millie’s smirk grew. “Interesting. Interesting. Y’know, Chelsea’s got some open spots next season. Big club, lots of trophies, amazing facilities…”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m a Gunner, Millie.”

She clicked her tongue. “No, you’re currently a Gunner. You could be so much more.”

You focused on the screen, determined to ignore her as the match kicked off. But that didn’t stop the entire Chelsea squad from jumping in.

“Imagine playing in blue,” Lauren mused. “Wouldn’t that suit you so much better?”

“Imagine all the assists you’d get from me,” Erin added.

“You and Sam, back to playing together again,” Niamh sighed dreamily. “A beautiful homecoming story, really.”

“Better wages, better teammates, better club,” Millie emphasized.

“Arsenal’s literally above you in the table right now,” you shot back.

The room erupted into gasps and dramatic reactions.

“OH, SHE WENT THERE.”

“COLD-BLOODED.”

Millie, still locked into the game, smirked. “You don’t have to answer now, but just think about it, yeah?”

You shrugged. “I am thinking about it.” Then, without breaking a sweat, you slotted a goal past her keeper and leaned back with a smug grin. “And my answer is still no.”

Millie groaned, raking a hand through her hair. “Oi, Sam, help me out here.”

Sam, who had been lounging on the couch watching all of this unfold, just shook her head with a knowing grin. “Nah, I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one. Besides, I let her make her own choices.”

Millie gawked at her. “You’re actually useless.”

The Chelsea girls immediately turned their teasing onto Sam.

“Wow, Sam, you had one job.”

“Captain Kerr, failing her Chelsea recruitment mission?”

“Embarrassing for you, really.”

“Alright, alright, enough,” Sam huffed, waving them off. “I don’t see any of you convincing her either.”

Meanwhile, you scored again, making Millie throw her head back in despair.

“This is rigged,” she groaned. “We’re running this back. Best of three.”

“I’ve already beaten everyone here,” you taunted. “Do you really wanna embarrass yourself further?”

Millie pointed at you. “One more game. If I win, you have to consider Chelsea.”

You thought about it for a second before smirking. “And if I win?”

Millie paused. “…What do you want?”

You grinned. “You have to record a video, in full Chelsea gear, saying London is red and post it on your story.”

The entire room exploded.

“Oh my god, do it.”

“There’s no way you’d actually agree to that.”

“Millie, your reputation’s on the line here.”

Millie exhaled deeply, staring at the screen like it had personally wronged her. Then, after a long pause, she sighed. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Two minutes later, you were up 3-0.

Millie, groaning, dropped the controller and buried her face in her hands.

“You’re making me say London is red,” she mumbled.

“You agreed to it,” you said cheerfully.

The Chelsea squad was howling with laughter. Sam looked like she was about to cry.

“This is the best day of my life,” Lauren wheezed.

Millie lifted her head just enough to glare at you. “I hate you.”

You just smirked. “Keep trying, Bright. It’s never gonna happen.”

“You better cherish this moment because it’s never happening again,” Millie grumbled, arms crossed, glaring at your phone like it had personally wronged her.

You grinned, holding up the camera. “Alright, go on then.”

Millie inhaled deeply, like she was preparing to walk through fire. “London is red,” she said, voice flat, eyes dead inside.

“Louder,” you prompted, barely containing your laughter.

Millie shot you the filthiest look, but she had no choice. The entire Chelsea squad was watching, waiting, smirking. So, through gritted teeth, she repeated, “London is red.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “And what about Chelsea?”

Millie exhaled through her nose like a bull seeing red. “…Second best.”

That was it. That was the moment the room exploded.

Erin was howling, clutching her stomach. Lauren collapsed onto the couch, wheezing. Guro had to lean against the wall for support.

“This is history,” Lauren gasped, wiping fake tears from her eyes.

“You actually made her say it,” Erin wheezed.

Guro just shook her head in disbelief. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Millie, still fuming, muttered something under her breath before reluctantly posting the video to her Instagram story. The moment it went live, her phone blew up.

Within seconds, Leah Williamson reposted it with a million laughing emojis and the caption: The biggest win of the season.

Beth Mead added: Millie Bright, Arsenal’s newest signing?

Alessia Russo posted it with: She really said it with her chest followed by a crying emoji.

Even Millie’s own England teammates were absolutely roasting her.

“Delete it,” Millie grumbled, burying her face in her hands.

“Nope,” you chirped. “That’s staying on the internet forever.”

She groaned, slumping forward onto the couch. “I hate you so much.”

You patted her shoulder. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A few hours later, the Chelsea girls invited you to lunch. After the FIFA massacre and Millie’s public humiliation, you figured you deserved a good meal. And for the most part, it was a nice, normal lunch. You were sitting next to Sam, deep in conversation about how adjusting to English seasoning was, when suddenly—

“So, Chickie…”

You froze. That tone. That voice. You knew exactly what was coming.

“No,” you said immediately.

Millie frowned. “I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

Erin smirked from across the table. “We all know what she’s gonna say.”

Millie ignored her, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “Listen, I just think you’d look really, really good in Chelsea blue.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. “Millie, give it a rest—”

“No, hear me out—”

“No!”

“You, Sam, same team again, beautiful reunion—”

“Millie.”

“A club that actually wins trophies—”

Lauren snorted into her drink.

“You wanna get sued for slander?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Millie just grinned. “All I’m saying is, we can make this happen.”

You turned to Sam, desperate for backup. “Please tell her to stop.”

Sam, sipping her drink casually, just shook her head. “Nah. I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one.”

Millie gasped dramatically. “Sam, you already had your go. Stay out of this.”

The entire table erupted into laughter.

“Sam, come on man.”

“One job, just the one.”

Sam just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The next day at training, you were casually chatting with Alessia, Kyra, and Vic about Millie’s relentless recruitment efforts.

“She just won’t quit,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Kyra, nearly choking on her water, laughed. “She’s obsessed.”

Alessia smirked. “I knew she’d try something, but this is actually ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous?”

You turned to see Leah Williamson standing a few feet away, arms crossed, her face unreadable.

“Oh, Millie keeps trying to convince me to join Chelsea,” you said casually, completely oblivious to the way Leah’s entire soul seemed to leave her body.

“She what?!”

Kyra, Alessia, and Vic started dying on laughter. Leah on the other hand looked like she was about to have a full-blown panic attack.

You blinked at her, confused. “Yeah, I told her I’m a Gunner.”

Leah stared at you. You, standing there all innocent, all cute, completely unaware of the chaos you had just caused. Something in her snapped— before she even knew what she was doing, she stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I have taught you well.”

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched toward Renee.

You frowned. “Uh… what is she doing?”

Alessia, still laughing, clapped you on the back. “Oh, you’ll see.”

From across the field, you could see Renee’s eyes widen as Leah started talking. Renee’s hands were in the air. She was pacing, looking like she was about to combust. Then, she vanished.

And when she reappeared just before lunch, she looked way too pleased with herself. She plopped down next to you on the bench and grinned. “Just a heads up—there’ll be some changes to your contract soon.”

You frowned. “What? Why?”

Renee just patted your shoulder like you were a clueless child, which you were. “No need to worry about it.”

You were so confused.

By the time you got home, Kristie and Sam were waiting for you, smirking.

“Uh… what’s going on?” you asked warily.

Kristie leaned against the counter, looking smug. “Arsenal increased your release clause.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

Sam shrugged. “They basically made sure Chelsea can’t afford you.”

You blinked. The realization hit you like a truck. “Wait— Leah did this?!”

Kristie and Sam burst into laughter.

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Oh my god, I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”

Somewhere, in another part of London, Millie Bright was probably screaming.