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attempting-writer · 2 years

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Supernette 9

Friends, cousin. Cousin, friends… Oh! Also, Friends.

· Clark denies it, but Damian will insist that Clark opened the door like that on purpose. (Clark did do it on purpose. He just didn’t want to be the only one to awkwardly know about the two making out, so he decided to embarrass them as much as he was embarrassed to witness that.)

· After an embarrassing series of back-to-back shovel talks

o They sit on the couch, in the living room while everyone else were standing around them.

o Jon gives it to both, first. “That’s my best friend. He doesn’t have many friends, and as his first serious relationship. Please don’t hurt him; he’s making so much progress.” “And that’s my cousin. I’ve known her for my entire life. If you hurt her—and I know that you think I’m going to threaten you, which I’m not—but if you hurt her… She’ll hurt you. This is a warning, not a threat.” “And I love you two so much. If you two separate, I’ll never be able to choose between you.”

o Then Marinette is excused to idly stand in the kitchen and watch as everyone, one by one, tries to intimidate Damian.

o He repeatedly glances at her and she just gives a somber smile.

· The next day, the Kents announce that they’re staying for the week, spontaneously.

· Lois flies in right away and Clark takes her to a few romantic spots.

· When Nino, Alya, and Adrien meet up with Marinette and Damian at the bakery they meet the Kents.

· Alya fangirls over Clark and Lois, mostly Lois.

· Damian and Marinette announce their relationship status.

· Alya and Nino celebrate, Adrien congratulates them, a cheeky smile on his face as he pretty much already knows this.

· Adrien awkwardly stands to the side as he’s the only one who isn’t paired up.

o Alya and Nino are talking to the Kents,

o Marinette and Damian are standing to the side whispering inside jokes to each other,

o Adrien finds himself standing with Jon in silence.

· Adrien and John exchange the #awkward-friend-of-a-friend convos.

· The youths take a trip around town and hang out, couples stick together with Jon and Adrien hanging out between them as the fifth and sixth wheels.

· The six of them run into a specific pair of a tiny blonde and her hair-dyed girlfriend.

· They decide for a quadruple date group hangout, arcades, park, lunch together, going back to Dupain-Cheng’s place to hang out and play video games and bringing the day down to a close.

· For the next few days, Daminette is the hot topic, not only throughout the halls of the school, but throughout the more youthful members of the JL and the superhero community.

· It starts when Jon gets back and, meaning to text just the Titans and then the Waynes, he accidentally sends a message to the entire Justice League message board, (which is totally a thing, you can’t convince me otherwise)

o “DAMIAN AND MARINETTE KISSED!!!!!!1!!!”

· He manages to delete it after a moment of clarity to realize what he just did, but it circulated for just long enough for just the wrong people to find out.

· Fortunately for Jon, the one who spreads the news to the Batfam isn’t himself or any of the more youthful heroes, but Diana.

· “For the longest time, I was concerned, Bruce,” Diana comments, pulling the bag from her tea in The Watchtower, “Your sons’ close relationships with Kryptonians held a risk leaving you with only Dick to grant you grandchildren, but I’m glad to see your youngest find a loophole with young Marinette. At that age, the first kiss must feel special.”

· Unlike Diana, Bruce was a bit sleep deprived and, instead of calmly sipping some tea, he was actively chugging his second cup of coffee, only half listening until he heard the phrase, “first kiss”.

· That day was marked as Batman’s first spit-take in Justice league history.

o Diana won $1,325 from the “Genuinely Surprise Batman for the First Time” betting pool, which was started by Dick, when he first met the League as Robin.

o She also won the right to shave off Oliver’s hideous Goatee.

· The rest of the Batfam figure that something important must’ve happened between Marinette and Damian, when they see Bruce reading parent-help books and asking Alfred if he thinks Damian already got “The Talk�� from Talia.

o Titles of these books include, but are not limited to, the following: Father’s Guide to Giving “The Talk” to Your Son Your Child’s First Crush and Dating True Love’s Kiss or Miss? How to Lower Your Daughter’s Expectations

· Dick, Cassandra, and Stephanie come to the correct conclusion that Damian’s finally did as that one Little Mermaid song told and “Kissed the Girl”.

· Jason reads a bit too far into it and thinks that, not only has Damian and Marinette been kissing, but they’ve been experimenting.

· Tim (who hasn’t come out just yet) thinks that Bruce is onto his developing relationship with Bernard and path to self-discovery, and his plans to come out.

· Much to Damian’s chagrin, he receives numerous texts from the fam: congratulations from Dick, Cassandra, and Stephanie; a somewhat inappropriate congrats from Jason regarding a third base; and a panicked text from Tim asking if anyone knows a certain fact about him.

· He sends a simple “thanks” to everyone except Jason, who he simply ignores, and Tim, to whom he sends a “Everyone knows you’re bi, but that’s not why everyone is freaking out.”

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mlovesstories · 5 years

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Shake It Off Part 2

AN- @spngenrebingo: Jensen Ackles

Summary: Jared struggles to work through his trauma.

Warnings: self-worth, cussing, depression

Word Count: 1500

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“But what if I don’t want to?”

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YN gasped internally.

“Well, you take it in small chunks,” she sighed.

“I know I need to be there for my kids and my wife, and the show-”

“No, Jared. You need to fight for you. Don’t worry about them right now. I hate to use your words against you, but you HAVE TO put yourself first,” YN offered a weak smile.

“You’re going there, huh?” Jared laughed. “Thanks, kid.”

“I’m not a kid. You know that, right?” YN rolled her eyes playfully.

“Compared to me you are.”

Jensen walked up to the table with his food.

“And he could be your grandpa!” Jared exclaimed as he looked to his TV brother.

“What?! How old do you think I am?” Jensen sat down, crashing into his folding chair to eat his food.

“You two need a mediator. Seriously,” YN rolled her eyes back at the boys.

“Thanks for the help, YN. I mean it,” Jared pushed his empty plate away from himself on the table.

“I’ve been there. I get it,” YN ate a bite of her lunch. Her phone went off. A screaming ringtone got the boys’ attention. “My mom,” YN huffed. “Yes, Mom?”

Jensen and Jared tried not to be nosy as she seemed annoyed with the female on the other end of the line.

“No, Mom. I am not famous… Yes, I know what I did… It’s not a stupid show! Why are you calling me anyway… No, I was not playing hero! If you’re going to bash me, I’m gonna hang up. Did you need to tell me something? No? Bye then,” YN took a deep breath before addressing the boys. “Sorry. She’s manipulative and worries that “I bring too much negative attention to the family, and ‘it’s a stupid show anyway.’” YN put her phone on the table and pushed it away from her.

“You saved my life. You know that, right?”

“And you kept me calm even though I was in shock.” Jensen added to Jared’s statement.

“I would want someone to stick up for me is all. And I know it’s not a stupid show. Mom is just trying to get in my head. Gah, she makes things so complicated. Good thing I only have to be around all them once a year.”

“Sounds like the Brady Bunch to me,” Jared chuckled.

“Yeah right,” YN responded sarcastically. “Nah. Let’s just say it’s more ‘Intervention’ than Brady Bunch.”

“Yikes,” Jensen pursed his lips.

Changing the subject, YN asked if Jared was feeling better.

“Yeah. My brain just…”

“Thinks too much,” YN finished for him. “I work out when I can’t stop the craziness in my head. Helps make me quiet, I guess. Maybe that will help you?”

“I work out already,” Jared sighed defeatedly.

“Rigorously though? That’s what makes the difference for me. If I can’t get to the gym, I do intensive workouts on YouTube. I was in a bad place the other night and a ten minute workout video helped me fall asleep. Granted, I sweated a bit, but it was totally worth it.”

“You should try those P90x videos. I have a few. You can borrow them,” Jense stuffed a chicken burrito in his mouth.

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full? You better not get caught by Wardrobe. There is a stain on the hem of your shirt, mister.” YN giggled.

“Oh, crap!” He looked down at the dark spot on his shirt. I’ll tuck it in my jeans. They’ll never-“

“JENSEN ACKLES!” Robin walked up behind YN, seeing Jensen trying to hide the stain. “What in the hell? Go change.”

“It’s fine! The camera won’t see it,” he defiantly defended himself.

“What about that glob of guacamole on your collar?” She pressed.

“Dammit!” He looked down seeing green on his shirt. “Fine.” With a scowl, Jensen stood up and stomped toward the wardrobe trailer.

“Wow. Attitude much?” YN folded over in laughter. “I know you’ve been feeling down. I get it. You went through something traumatic. But I know that you know to take it moment by moment. What are you scared of?” YN asked gently.

“I guess being embarrassed. It’s tough to not be in control of your own circumstances. I mean-“ he stopped and took a hurried breath.

“What, Jared?”

“I had no understanding of what was happening. I looked weak because-“

“Do you know how many people are complimenting your recovery online? They are wishing you the best and are not expecting you to fine right away. Everyone I’ve seen online has made comments about paying low and not pushing yourself because it’s what’s best. No one knows that you’re having these symptoms still, and they wouldn’t judge you anyway. They love you, Jared.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s called a family for a reason, moose.” YN laughed. “You HAVE GOT to get out of your head. Your seizure happened. We can’t change that. Your recovery is up to you though.”

YN could see Jared withdraw the next few days. She observed them walking toward her.

“Get out of your head, Jared. I can see it on your face.” Jensen clapped him on his back.

“I can’t, dude. My head is just too much.” They stopped walking for privacy reasons.

“Go for a run. We have time.”

“No, I don’t want-” Jared started.

I know you don’t want to. You need to.”

“Stop, Jensen.”

“YN!” Jensen screamed her name. She turned from her personal cast chair. “Come here!”

Concerned, she walked quickly to the boys.

“Can you knock some sense into him, please?” Jensen crossed his arms.

YN took a breath.

“What’s up, big guy? Come here.” They walked to some folding chairs off to the side.

“I am too much.”

“Why do you feel like that?”

“I saw stuff online by accident. People said stuff like I was too old to do this anymore. I’m too delayed, and I belong in a home, and-”

“Okay, woah. Deep breaths. Let’s talk through this. You didn’t look it up on purpose, right?” Jared shook his head. “Good. Those people aren’t part of the SPN Family. I know you want them to like you. Everyone wants that. Whether you had the seizure or not, you know that going to happen. What would you tell yourself about that before this happened?”

“It doesn’t matter because I like what I do,” Jared sucked in a breath.

“That still stands. I promise. Why don’t you and Jensen go to the gym trailer? You have a while before the next scene, right?”

“I can take him,” Jensen agreed.

“Can you come?” Jared looked at YN sadly.

“Sure.”

The three met inside the gym. Jensen started punching the bag while Jensen held it in place.

“I’m tired,” Jared slowed down.

“No, keep going.” Jensen groaned as he absorbed Jared’s punches through the bag.

“I can’t.”

“Jensen, switch with me,” YN stood from the bench she was sitting on. He gave her a questioning look, but he complied. When she took Jensen’s place, she slowly encouraged Jared to continue. “You can do this. You have to fight. Right now. Punch it until your brain shuts off. It will help you reset.” YN called Jensen back over to hold the bag as she coached Jared.

“Okay,” Jared agreed.

“Punch it. Come on. Deep breaths, let’s go!” YN raised her voice as Jared hit the black cylinder faster and faster. After a minute of solid punching, he collapsed onto a workout bench. Jared put his head in his hands. Hyperventilating, he wiped his hand over his face.

“It’s okay. Good job. You need a minute?” YN knelt down so that she was level with Jared sitting in his seat. He nodded. “Okay,” she stood up to leave.

“No, stay,” Jared said quickly. Quietly, she agreed and sat on a bench next to him. She stayed quiet as he processed. “I feel a little better. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she weakly smiled. “You’re worth it. Don’t forget it. I think you two need a minute,” YN stood up and left the trailer.

“She’s good,” Jared chuckled.

“YN gets it. It’s tough stuff, man. But you can’t give up. You’re worth it.”

“Thanks,” Jared offered a relieved sigh.

“BOYS! WE NEED YOU!” A PA pounded on the door.

“Dammit.”

“I’ll cover for you. Go shower.”

_______

“Hey, everybody! I wanted to come on here and tell you about my friend, YN. We actually have a little announcement. Say hi, YN!” Jared panned the camera over to YN. She waved to his Facebook Live fans.

“Hi!”

“We know that I had quite the experience a few weeks ago. It’s been a roller coaster, but YN saved the day at our last convention. She has been such a help, so we thought we would team up and raise some money. We had these shirts made, and we hope you’ll join us in donating to the Epilepsy Foundation.”

YN displayed her t-shirt that she was wearing with a smile.

“We love the SPN Family!” YN blew a kiss to the camera.

“Always remember to put yourself first! Love you guys!”

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hybridequalist · 5 years

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Thinking Out Loud (part 2)

Gonna be honest, there are parts of this I’m not too sure about, but I like the ending! And there’s probably gonna be a part 3 too!

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You could hear them speaking to each other before you opened your eyes. Eddie was actually whispering aloud to himself, the creature in his head maintaining the use of telepathy.

“What on earth were you thinking?! I know she needed to be somewhere safe until she woke up, but we could have called an uber or something! If anyone saw us--”

“IF ANYONE SAW US COME HERE, WE WOULD KNOW ALREADY. BESIDES, NO ONE IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD QUESTIONS ANYTHING.”

“That doesn’t make it a good idea!”

You laid perfectly still, trying to peek through your eyelashes at your surroundings. It looked like a cheap apartment from what you could tell and it felt like you were laid out on an equally cheap couch. But what occupied your attention was the pacing figure with his back to you, speaking in what was an attempted whisper to...a balloon?

“EDDIE, HER HEARTBEAT HAS CHANGED. SHE’S AWAKE.”

“Wait, what--?”

You bolted up and sprinted towards the first door you saw. You struggled with the chain latching it shut and suddenly felt something snatch you by the shoulder and turn you around. You hardly had the time to gasp when the strangely warm, sticky substance spread across your shoulders, cementing your back against the door.

“I’m sorry, I’m not doing this, I swear,” Eddie said in a stumbling rush. You stared in horror at the unnatural black pillar that was emerging from his outstretched arm, the very thing that was pinning you in place. “He just...he doesn’t want you to run before we’ve had a chance to explain ourselves.”

Ourselves? What on earth?

“NOT FROM EARTH, ACTUALLY.”

You hadn’t realized you’d been projecting your thoughts in your panic until you heard the strange, loud voice respond to them. You instantly ceased the projections and braced yourself for whatever these two wanted to do with you.

It turned out what they’d wanted to do was talk. You’d gotten the short version while still trapped against the door--that the voice you kept hearing was an alien creature named “Venom”, which had bonded to Eddie after a story gone wrong. When you’d asked to hear more, the black tentacle retreated and you joined them at the kitchen table. When they’d finished, you made a writing gesture with your hand and Eddie ran to get a notepad and pen for you.

Did you have to eat those people back at the store? You scribbled before passing it to the pair across from you. Eddie read it and you heard him mentally pass it on to Venom.

“Well...pretty much. We, uh, we need to consume certain organs to keep Vee healthy and to prevent him snacking on my insides,” Eddie replied, scratching idly at his stubble.

“THEY WERE BAD GUYS ANYWAY. THEY DESERVED TO DIE.”

That caught your attention. You gestured for them to hand back the notepad and began writing again.

How do you know they were bad? Is it one of your powers?

“WE JUST KNOW,” Venom said as soon as Eddie finished reading it. “IT’S LIKE EDDIE TOLD US: IT’S OBVIOUS WHEN THEY ARE BAD GUYS.”

But what if they are forced to do bad things? What if they are desperate?

That gave the pair some pause. Venom asks for clarification and Eddie immediately supplies memories and examples--memories of interviewing the homeless, of interviewing convicts about to be tried and stories of Robin Hood and other well-intentioned criminals. You feel almost bad for listening in, but it must be night because there aren’t any other conscious minds nearby that you can focus on instead.

“...I mean, we really only go after people who are threatening others,” Eddie finally said, heaving out a big sigh. “The men in the store had real guns and were holding the place up.”

You gave a sigh yourself and put your hands in your lap. The memory of those people’s final thoughts made you shudder, almost able to feel the crunch of teeth through your skull.

“Should we ask if…?”

“YES. ASK.”

“When we were...back in the store, when Venom and I were finishing off the criminals, did you...did you feel it? I mean, did you feel what it was like to be...eaten?”

You almost laugh at the question, but you realize that most of the conversation had been focused on Venom, not you; they didn’t know how your “power” really worked or what it actually was. You wave for them to pass the notepad and take your time with your response, picking the right words.

I’m like a mind reader except I can’t turn it off. Wherever I go, I hear people’s thoughts like they’re talking out loud, but it “sounds” different because I don’t hear it with my ears. A lot of the time, it’s not words, but feelings and impressions that I pick up on. It tends to be overwhelming, so I tune out a lot, but I’m always “hearing” at least one or two people at a time. And I don’t really experience empathy like you’re thinking--I just get mentally absorbed sometimes in what I hear and get a secondhand feeling off it. Like watching a really good actor in a movie. Except with a lot more certainty about what the emotion feels like.

You looked over the explanation and frowned at it. This was really new, trying to actually explain what you experienced every day. The words seemed...limited. You scribbled out the paragraph and wrote a new sentence:

Do you want me to try showing you?

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up and Venom’s curiosity sparked almost simultaneously. There was an immediate mental conflict between their thoughts: the symbiote wanted very much to experience what you were hearing while his host was more reluctant. You tugged back over the notepad.

You don't have to. I understand if you'd rather not. It's not fun. And I want you both to agree on whether or not we do it. Besides, it’s probably similar to the way you two communicate, just with a lot more participants.

“EDDIE’S JUST BEING A WIMP,” Venom complained, ignoring his host’s immediate protests. “WHEN I WAS IN SPACE, IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE OTHERS. YOU GET USED TO NOT HAVING PRIVACY.”

But I just listen, you wrote. I can’t really “talk” to others. It takes a lot more energy than its worth to articulate actual words in someone else’s head.

“YOU JUST NEED PRACTICE. EDDIE’S A TOTAL LOSER AND HE’S ADJUSTED TO IT JUST FINE.”

You frowned. It could be an option but…

Maybe, maybe not, you wrote. Either way, it’s safer to be silent. Gifted people tend to be taken advantage of. Even people who are suspected of having powers are in danger.

“WE WOULD DEVOUR ANYONE WHO TRIED!” Venom snarled, the emotional force behind his words giving you an instant headache. You were about to scribble some kind of response when your phone began to ring from back on the couch. You immediately dropped your pen and felt yourself stop breathing. Eddie got up and quickly jogged back to the living room while you recovered from the surprise.

“It’s someone named Lauren!” he called, holding your phone and returning to the kitchen.

Oh snap. Lauren. You should have known she would have called.

You held out your hand as the ringtone finished and immediately opened the lockscreen to read your texts. Sure enough, one popped up a moment later.

LAUREN: Hey, were you going out tonight? You’re way late.

You smiled. Despite being your landlord, Lauren was probably your best friend and she looked after you, aware that your selective mutism was a daily struggle. You immediately replied to her message.

YOU: It wasn’t planned, but I’m ok. Wrapping up now.

You exited your messages and opened the notes app, typing and flipping the screen around so Eddie could see.

Can you take me home?

“Sure,” he replied. “Just...how do you feel about motorcycles?”

The ride back to your apartment was breathtaking. It had taken a little longer than expected to actually get on the road, what with Venom insisting you didn’t need a helmet, that he was all the protection the two of you needed. He’d eventually caved when you indicated you had never ridden a motorcycle before and would prefer to have the helmet as an extra precaution.

Starting out it had been scary, the way the bike wobbled whenever Eddie lifted his feet off the ground, but once you got up to speed, you were actually tempted to ditch the helmet, just to feel the wind through your hair. All you could hear was the revving of the engine and Eddie’s idle thoughts--occasionally interrupted by Venom’s questions about dinner every so often. It was actually...nice.

All too soon, you’re outside your apartment complex. You carefully stepped off the bike and pulled off your helmet.

“Looks like a decent place,” Eddie commented, looking up and down. “When you mentioned this part of town, I was a little concerned.”

You shrugged. You’d come here for the cheap rent and had luckily hit it off with Lauren. She made sure that everyone in the complex was accounted for every night and would tear the city apart to find anyone who went missing. But that didn’t stop you from overhearing all sorts of shady thoughts every other night.

Facing Eddie, you offered him a small smile and held out your hand. He looked at it for a second before taking his hands out of his leather jacket and accepting the gesture with a grin of his own. When you released your grip, he immediately reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wedge of folded paper.

“Here’s my number...in case you need anything.”

You accepted the paper and stared down at it. He...wanted to stay in contact? Despite you not speaking a word to him?

Glancing up, you watched Eddie get on his motorcycle and start it up. Then you heard a thought directed directly towards you.

“I LOOK FORWARD TO SPEAKING WITH YOU AGAIN, MORSEL. IT WILL BE NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE OTHER THAN EDDIE TO TALK TO.”

You thought for a second your cheeks might have warmed up, but you rebuffed the idea. You must have been imagining the affectionate nature of the alien’s words.

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