#both backing up Clarke and being the first ones to side with her; both happy to finally have a female physician

[caitified]

imagine caitlin and reader are dating but reader becomes pregnant so caitlin has to hide it from the public and her teammates

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caitlin clark x reader

warnings:ivf, pregnancy kind of added stuff to this hope that’s okay

you and caitlin met in college, back when she was just starting to make a name for herself on the court. you were drawn to her right away—not just her talent, which was undeniable, but the way she seemed to light up every room she walked into. back then, she was this whirlwind of energy and determination, a bit rough around the edges but with a heart so big you couldn’t help but fall for her. it started as friendship, with late-night study sessions, endless coffee runs, and cheering her on at every game, but before long, it turned into something much deeper.

over time, you two became inseparable, and when she asked you to marry her just before her first WNBA season, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind. the wedding was intimate, just close friends and family gathered to celebrate the love you’d built. you were overjoyed, and you could tell caitlin was too, her usual confident self was almost shy as she slipped the ring onto your finger. after years of building your lives together, finally calling her your wife felt surreal and perfect.

with caitlin’s career taking off, you both tried to keep things private, cherishing the little moments you could steal away from the public eye. being married to someone in the spotlight isn’t always easy, and you found yourself fielding questions, navigating rumors, and learning to protect the sacred parts of your life together. while everyone knew you as “caitlin clark’s wife,” you were determined to hold on to as much of your privacy as you could. you were her biggest supporter, always cheering her on from the stands, but beyond that, you stayed in the background, happy just to be by her side.

when you both started talking about starting a family, it was another big step. caitlin was ecstatic, talking nonstop about what it would be like to raise a little one together, already imagining teaching them to shoot hoops in the driveway. IVF wasn’t an easy road, and there were times when the journey tested both of you. caitlin would stay up late, holding your hand, whispering words of encouragement, even after long days of practice and games. when the news finally came—when the test turned positive—neither of you could believe it. you sat there in the quiet of your home, holding each other, realizing that your dream of a family was actually coming true.

you wanted to keep it private, though, at least for a little while. this was something special, something just for the two of you, away from the cameras and the questions. every time you went out, you found yourself slipping into baggier clothes, avoiding certain angles, anything to keep the world from guessing. caitlin would grin at your little attempts, her eyes full of affection, and you’d just laugh, knowing that for now, it was your secret.

a couple of months later, you and caitlin head back to iowa for a special occasion—she’s finally receiving her final four ring, a long-awaited moment to celebrate with her old teammates and friends. there’s this buzz in the air as you both step onto campus, flooded with memories of those early days together. gabbie, kate, and jada are all there, ready to relive the glory days. it feels like a homecoming, filled with laughter and nostalgia, and though you’re still a bit tired from the trip, you’re determined to keep the news to yourselves.

at the ceremony, she catches your eye in the crowd, flashing you a small, private smile that makes your heart flip, and in that moment, you’re both transported back to those early days. afterwards, you’re all gathered in a small cafe on campus, reminiscing over coffee, trying to soak in every minute with the people who’ve been there through it all.

but as the hours pass, hiding your pregnancy starts feeling harder. you find yourself resting a hand on your stomach absentmindedly, sitting down more often, and you’re sure gabbie has noticed you stifling a yawn more than once. eventually, she leans over, watching you with this knowing look.

“hey… are you okay?” she asks, voice soft with concern. “you seem a little… off?”

you feel caitlin tense beside you, her hand gently squeezing yours under the table. you flash gabbie a reassuring smile, brushing it off. “just tired from the travel, that’s all,” you say, hoping it’s convincing enough.

but then kate chimes in, eyes narrowing as she looks between you and caitlin. “wait a second… you two aren’t… hiding something, are you?”

you exchange a glance with caitlin, but before you can answer, jada lets out a gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. “oh my god, are you pregnant?”

caught off guard, you can’t help but laugh, feeling your cheeks flush. caitlin just sighs, a shy smile creeping onto her face as she squeezes your hand. “yeah… we’re expecting,” she admits, her voice filled with this quiet, uncontainable joy.

the room erupts in cheers, the girls pulling you both into hugs, congratulating you with an outpouring of love and excitement. it’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way, and as you stand there with caitlin by your side, you realize how lucky you are to have friends who are so genuinely happy for you.

“wow,” gabbie says, grinning. “i can’t wait to see the little basketball prodigy you two are going to raise.”

caitlin laughs, rolling her eyes, but there’s this soft, proud look in her gaze as she wraps her arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “we’ll see,” she murmurs, giving you a warm smile. “for now, we’re just glad to have people in on the secret.”

thanks for reading!! she’s too cute with kids. requests are open.

[sweetbans29]

Thinking of You - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Thinking of You by Kate Perry (based on THIS request)

Warnings: Angst, will there be a happy ending?

Word Count: 2.5k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Remember, you asked for this.

Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection

You and Caitlin were everything. The relationship the two of you shared was unmatched and anyone and everyone could see that. You were inseparable.

The two of you started at Iowa at the same time - both freshmen on the women's basketball team. The two of you clicked almost immediately and soon became each other's rocks during practice. It wasn't hard considering the two of you had very similar playing styles. The team quickly saw the connection the two of you had on and off the court.

If you weren't at practice, the two of you could be found doing literally everything together - studying, eating in the dining hall, chilling in each other's apartments. It wasn't to anyone's surprise when the two of you started to show signs that you were becoming a little more than friends.

If anyone were to ask you who asked out who - you wouldn't really know what to tell them. There was not one singular moment where Caitlin asked you out or vice versa. The two of you just woke up one morning and it was like you both knew being friends wasn't enough.

It came after a particularly hard loss your freshman year. She slept over at your apartment and the two of you replayed the events of the entire game trying to figure out where it all went so horribly wrong. The night ended with the two of you falling asleep side by side and waking up tangled in each other's arms. It was that morning that you knew things were different between the two of you.

You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know

Everything changed going into the summer before senior year. Life changed. A lot was going on with your family that required you to move closer to home. With that - you entered the transfer portal.

Caitlin knew things were bad at home for you - your younger sister getting sick was not a part of anyone's plan but is what life threw at your family. She also knew how close you were to them and how much it was affecting you to be away from them.

So when you sat her down and told her you would be entering the transfer portal and moving back home, it didn't come as a shock to her.

"Caitlin, we need to talk," you say as you sit on the couch next to her. The tone in your voice already broken.

The two of you both knew where this conversation was going. When you first started dating Caitlin made it very clear she had no desire to do long distance and you didn't either. The reason the two of you worked so well is because of your proximity - your relationship grew with being as close as you were.

Cait knows where this is going - but even with the knowledge, it doesn't make it easier.

"I know you entered the transfer portal," she says, her eyes focused on her hands. You inhale deeply.

"I know I should have told you before I did it, I've just been dreading telling you," you say feeling ashamed that the one person you love the most outside of your family wasn't a part of this decision.

"I mean, knowing about your sister and how close your family is - it wasn't a huge surprise," she says trying to make it all feel okay.

"Cait, you know this doesn't change how I feel about you - nothing could ever change that," you say wanting to fight for the two of you. Wanting her to fight for the two of you.

She finally looks at you and takes one of your hands in hers.

"I know it doesn't," she says. She wants to continue but is at a loss for words. Caitlin wants to take back her stance on long-distance relationships but knows this is already hard enough for you.

"I'm so sorry," you say as you pull her into a hug. You can feel the tears quietly make their way down your face. You can hear her shaky breaths as she is trying to hold herself together.

"I will always love you," you say, letting the tears flow freely now as you hold your girl for the last time.

"Please don't go," she says in a last-ditch effort, knowing there is nothing she can say or do to get you to change your mind.

"You are going to do amazing things. I can't wait to see what life holds for you. I am just so glad I got to be a part of it for a little while," you rub her back as she lets out sobs.

This wasn't a part of the plan. Leaving her was never part of the plan but life is funny like that. Just when you thought it was the best it could be, it gets worse.

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you

-

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

Senior year was a lot.

For you, it was quitting basketball to care for your family. You no longer had the time for anything except classes. It was a giant change in your day to day but being home and seeing how much you were doing, it provided a sense of comfort knowing it wasn't all for nothing.

For Caitlin, it was a hard adjustment. Losing you was also losing her best friend. She leaned into the team a lot which had been helpful. They began encouraging her to get out there again which is how she met her current boyfriend. He was cool and they had a good time together, but he wasn't you.

He's a year older than Cait and has a local job waiting for her to graduate. He's planning on moving to the city where she is drafted which leaves a bittersweet taste in Caitlin's mouth.

It's not that she didn't like him, but he wasn't you.

He did everything right, he was kind and supportive. He didn't suffocate her but when Cait was with him, you always made your way to her mind.

"Hey babe, you ready?" Caitlin's boyfriend asks as he walks into her room. She is just about ready and is putting on her Iowa necklace.

"Just about," she says as she struggles with getting the clasp to hook.

He comes behind her and takes the ends of the necklace from her to help her out. It is a sweet gesture but all it does is bring back memories of when you got her the necklace.

He kisses her shoulder and smiles, which Caitlin reciprocates. He spins her around and brings his lips to hers. She doesn't pull back but is instantly reminded how his lips aren't yours. When he pulls away, he is smiling down at her and brings her in for a hug. Caitlin lets him hold her but feels so uneasy. It has been months, almost a year at this point and you still consume her mind.

It wasn't uncommon for Caitlin to think of you when she was out with him. She had no idea how to get you out of her head but whenever she was with him, you were there too.

You're the best And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go

It's draft night. Caitlin had made her way down the orange carpet and is now sitting at her table with her family. She already knows where she will be going but tonight is the night it is all official.

She has some of her teammates in the crowd, along with her boyfriend. With all the people there supporting her, there is only one person she can think of wanting to celebrate with.

You are watching the draft - your heart deflates a little every time Catilin pops on the screen. You are beyond excited for her but wish you could be there in person to support her.

You have checked in a few times but have never gotten a response. It doesn't surprise you. Some of the girls would update you on how she was doing and it didn't sound great. They were all blowing up your phone when Caitlin started seeing someone. You knew they all had good intentions but it didn't make it any easier to hear.

Now watching her on one of the biggest days of her life - you couldn't help but bring up her contact in your phone. You stared at the new message for a few minutes before finally typing something out.

Right as you were about to send it, the camera panned over to Kate, Gabby, and Jade. You smiled a the girls watching their teammate at the draft. Your smile fell when you saw him there.

You were no longer the proud girlfriend and hadn't been for a while now. You deleted the message you had typed out and opted to stay out of this moment.

You watch Caitlin get drafted - she glowed even through the TV screen. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside of you. The countless nights the two of you spent talking about what it would be like to go pro and there she was doing it.

You watched the rest of the draft but you couldn't help by let your mind wander to the 'what ifs' of life. How different life would be life if you didn't have to leave Iowa, leave basketball? Would you still be with Caitlin? Would the two of you be at the draft together and moving to Indiana to start your life together? A million different scenarios raced through your head as you sat there.

There was no point in regretting a decision you made a year ago. You don't regret it. But a part of you will always burn remembering how you had to leave the best thing that had ever happened to you. Letting go of Caitlin was far from an easy task.

Oh, won't you walk through And bust in the door and take me away? Oh, no more mistakes 'Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay, stay

You are walking around Indianapolis with a few friends when you spot her. It had been a few years since the two of you had seen each other in person but you kept up with everything she had been doing. You excuse yourself from your friends saying you are going to go check something out.

You moved to Indiana only a few months ago for work. At first, it felt like some sort of cruel joke but after getting there - life felt a lot lighter.

As you are walking over to the girl you once knew oh so well, you take in her appearance. She has filled out more - looking more fit than she did in college. With that, it seems like she holds herself more confidently. Less slouching. You see she is walking her dog who is absolutely adorable.

As you get closer to her your heart rate starts to pick up - the nervousness building by the second.

"Cute dog you have there, can I pet them?" You say - not really sure how to enter a conversation. She nods with an 'Of course'.

It takes Caitlin a few seconds to register your voice. At this point you are already bent down giving her dog all the pets.

You know she isn't seeing anyone (thanks to Kate for keeping you in the loop) but the media had a field day when it came out that she and her boyfriend were no longer together. You on the other hand hadn't dated since Caitlin.

You stand and look her in the eyes for the first time in 3 years. A soft smile plays in them as the corner of your lip follows.

"Hi," she says, breathless at how good you look. The only real update she got from you was whenever you posted on a social, which was practically never. She knew you moved to Indiana when you posted about your new apartment and tagged the city.

Caitlin would be lying if she said she hadn't gone out more with the knowledge of you there, hoping to bump into you. She had no idea exactly where you lived but was hopeful.

"Hi," you say back.

Your mind plays through a million different scenarios on where to go from here.

"You look familiar," you say teasingly. There is a hint of hurt in her eyes before she catches onto your tone. "Have we met before?"

Caitlin struggles to hide her smile.

"Well I am sort of well-known in this town," she says downplaying her fame as Indy's favorite star. She says playing along with you.

You pretend to think, bringing your hand up to your chin.

"Hmm, I can't put my finger on it," you say and she laughs.

"Might just have to invite you to one of my games to show you what you're missing," she says confidently.

You shake your head no.

"Oh I'm not really into sports," you say, both of you knowing that is the biggest lie ever. "But let me take you out for coffee and we can talk about getting me to come out and watch you."

Caitlin's smile grows even more.

"And what makes you think I want to go out to coffee with you," Caitlin teases.

You feign hurt as you bring your hands to your chest.

"Hmm, you're right," You begin, Caitlin not catching on to your teasing and immediately counters.

"Wait, no-" she begins to wave off what she just said. You put your hand on her arm to calm her down and she sees you are joking. Her body instantly relaxes.

"C, It's okay, I'm kidding," you say. You can see the rush of emotions play out in her eyes.

"I am not letting you walk away without a fight this time," she says just above a whisper. Your hand comes up to caress her cheek, and your eyes soften as they meet hers.

"Neither am I," you say reassuring her that you are on the same page.

"Neither am I," you say again as you bring her into a hug. She collapses into your body as she takes in your scent. It hasn't changed. The two of you stand there for longer than either of you expect - neither one of you wanting to release the other first.

As you stand there - both of your minds are on the same thought train.

You think about how even years later - the world somehow managed to give the two of you a second shot. You could have been relocated anywhere but it was here. Both of you in a place where you are able to commit to someone - and who better than the person who has held your heart every day since you had to take it back from them.

AN: Before you all ask, no. I do not plan on doing part 2. I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME. I would on the other hand like to know what you thought about this. And as always, thank you for all your love and support 🤍

[loveandleases]

!!Tumblr-versary!!

So, apparently my 1 year tumblr-versary is today!? I feel like it went by oh so fast. (Uni is partly to blame for that.) I'm officially sick, so I'm going to spend a disgusting amount of time today playing Fields of Mistria (and hydrating~). I wanted to do a nice little post but couldn't really settle on anything in particular, so instead I thought I would give a little glimpse of MC & Aunt Emma time. (this is now a deleted scene, below the cut~)

“We have that in common.” she swats your hand away when you reach for another potato.

You wince at the stinging sensation, though in all honestly you were being dramatic, she barely touched you. Rubbing the back of your hand, you give her a questioning glance, “What?”

Emma smirks and if you had to be honest, it's the same as your mother's, though you don't dare tell her that. “We both have bitches for sisters.”

A laugh bursts from you abruptly as your aunt’s words catch you off guard. It fills the room, echoing with a mixture of amusement and surprise. The other patrons turn to stare at you, your aunt shushing you.

Leaning back in your chair you take her in, her eyes crinkled, as small crowfeet lined her deep brown eyes. Laugh lines add a softness to her round face, her almond-shaped eyes like your mother’s, and her hair the color of your grandfather’s, a ruddy brown.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her you said that,” you say, taking a breadstick and setting it on your aunt’s plate.

She scoffs, “No please do! Save me the trouble of doing it.”

Shaking your head at her, you pick up your phone noticing the time, 11:47 p.m. With a heavy sigh, you feel her gaze on you. “What?”

Emma grabs the breadstick and sticks it into her handbag. So that's where Cam picked that habit up.

She clasped her hands together and leaned towards you. “Are you happy?”

Her question causes you to pause, why would she ask that?

You feel yourself nodding at her, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason, I just want to make sure. I guess we should be headed home then before they usher us out.”

Looking around the restaurant, you see only a handful of patrons left. Many are already calling for their checks to be paid.

“I guess so. Want me to walk you to the L?” You knew your aunt hated taking the train this late at night, but it would be safer for her to take the train home than walking back.

Emma shakes her head, “No need, but you can pay for the meal. And walk me out.”

That was something you always enjoyed about your aunt. She didn’t care to say what she was thinking, even if it was as simple as saying she didn’t want to pay for dinner.

You hail the waiter, pay for your meal, get a doggy bag of leftovers to take home, and then walk arm-in-arm with your aunt outside. As you wait for the walk indicator to tell you that you can safely cross the road, she turns to you, grinning ear to ear. “You know, I slept with a Clarke once.”

Before you can stop yourself, because surely you shouldn’t be that curious about your aunt’s love life, you feel the words coming out of your mouth, “As in their first name was Clarke? Or do you mean to tell me you slept with one of my soon-to-be in-laws?”

She pulls you tighter to her side, “Ask me again when I’m drunk.”

[tickle-bugs]

Have you considered Bruce being super awkward and stiff when he's hanging out with Clark and Diana, pre relationship or early relationship or whatever, and Jason and Dick seeing that and immediately being like "nope. We're not having that. Dude needs to loosen up." And Bruce never sees it coming when they flank him and start going to town on his sides. And of course Clark and Diana are all "oh?? So he is human?? Interesting." And Bruce threatens to ground two grown men because he just knows his life is about to change. Clark and Diana are goblins. He's done.

continued: OKAY BUT Bruce in bed in between Diana and Clark and they're all that perfect state of sleepy loopy comfortable and warm. And Clark is rubbing these soothing circles over Bruce's stomach and chest and Bruce is just melting into the bed and Clark is all "who's your favorite partner" and Bruce doesn't hesitate to say Diana, just to mess with Clark. But of course it backfires on him because "Bruce, look at his face. How is he not your favorite?"

You KNOW how I feel about them FUCK anyways here's these two prompts smushed together because...Im love them.

This fic is a sequel to Smitten! You don't have to read it but it will enrich your experience :)

Baby, I Surrender

Bruce deals with bombshells professionally, both in and out of the cowl, but absolutely nothing could prepare him for the world of dating two superhumans at once.

He’d never been one for monogamy, and he was happy to let the tabloids chalk it up to whatever psychological buzzword they were abusing that month. It didn’t matter. The number of partners has never been his problem…it’s the dating part. He’s not soft. Kind words are never his instinct, touch has to be coaxed out of him--most people tire of trying to train affection into him by the first month or so.

Clark, for some reason, seems to like his awkwardness. When Bruce wants to backpedal out of emotional proximity, Clark’s there to box him in and sit in the vulnerability with him. He’s a tease in more ways than one, but mostly he’s sweet. Like, send Bruce a box of chocolates at work ‘just because’ sweet. Bruce is starting to settle into the reciprocation part--he sent a bouquet over to Clark’s earlier in the week and it only made him nauseous once. 

Diana had surprised them both. She and Bruce had been circling each other for a while, flirting for the fun of it at events. There’s always been something between them, he thinks, a soft and sacred thing at the center of an iron-clad friendship. She’s saved his life without breaking a sweat, but she’s also gone with him on those long, silent walks he needs to recall who he is. So when a friend--a woman like that drags your boyfriend over and asks the both of you to dinner…well, Bruce would’ve been a fool to say no. 

The three of them are still easing into the togetherness of this affair, still picking around the fragile parts with jittery trepidation. Bruce wanted desperately to avoid public attention, but he and Clark frequently cross paths for day job purposes as it is. Also, it would be…unbecoming of him to avoid Diana as one of the Smithsonian’s most generous donors. So, when the Smithsonian announced its ribbon-cutting gala for its new exhibition, Bruce decided that he was going to be brave and go with his partners. As a unit. 

Bruce descends the grand staircase to find Diana and Clark looking radiant as all hell. Diana slow-dances with Clark in a floor-length maroon gown that flatters both her strong shoulders and curves. Clark’s jacket is the same color as her dress and fitted perfectly to his body. Diana dips him and he laughs, holding onto her as she lifts him back up. 

There’s no music. Bruce’s heart couldn’t be more full. 

“You’re both…matching.” He pauses. They don’t stop swaying, but they both smile at him. 

“I think someone--” Diana gives Clark a playful look-- “May have overheard me trying to choose what to wear. He picked me up like this.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” Clark clears his throat and adjusts his glasses, but his cheeks dust a faint pink. 

“You look…You both look…” Bruce runs a hand over his mouth to hide his fleeting smile. “I just threw this on, but now I’m sensing that I should change.” 

“You’ve trained him well, Clark. That was almost a full compliment.” Diana leans back into Clark’s shoulder, but her eyes never leave Bruce’s. 

“Can’t take credit for that.” Clark laughs, winding a lazy arm around her waist. She laces their fingers together. The overwhelming urge to kiss them both senseless is a welcome surprise. Bruce takes it in stride. 

Bruce does not run upstairs, as that would be undignified and embarrassing, but he does hurry. He changes into a sleek black tuxedo set and loses the tie--there’s no time to get Alfred to tie one now. He rustles through his pocket square collection until he finds a gorgeous maroon silk to fold into his breast pocket.

He bursts out of his room and nearly slams right into Jason and Dick. 

“Woah!” They manage to swerve out of the way at the last minute. Bruce blanches. Father and sons contend with each other for a moment while Bruce desperately tries to sink into the Earth. 

“You haven’t left yet?” Jason brightens with the beginning of a smirk. 

“You’re one to talk. The two of you were supposed to be on patrol an hour ago.” Bruce fiddles with his cufflinks. Dick tsks at him and goes to fasten them for him, but apparently the cufflinks aren’t up to his standard. He huffs, disappears into Bruce’s room, and reappears with a different set.

“You were in a different suit an hour ago.” Jason’s eyebrows raise. Bruce can hear the little hamster wheel that is his brain rattling as he regrettably connects the dots. Dick looks up from adjusting Bruce’s sleeves. He and Jason have an unintelligible conversation with their eyes alone. 

Bruce regrets adopting such intelligent orphans. 

“Oh my god. Bruce, did you change to match Clark?” Dick gasps. Jason snickers into his fist. 

“No.” Bruce clenches his jaw. “Yes.”

“You look fine.” Jason claps his shoulder. 

“You look good.” Dick fiddles with Bruce’s collar. Bruce swats his hands away. 

“Thank you. Patrol. Now.” Bruce gestures back the way they came. 

“Be safe,” Bruce calls after them. He waits until he hears them walk away and then waits a little longer before he dares to leave. He does hurry down the steps this time, but only because the chance of encountering more of his kids is spiking by the second. Also, because they’re late. 

“Sorry about that. Let’s get go--mmph.” Bruce gets swallowed into a kiss with Clark, deep and sweet. Bruce grips Clark’s biceps to remember which way is up. 

“This whole situation is going to be a problem for me.” Clark gestures at Bruce, breathless. Bruce tilts his head and lets his eyes roam Clark’s exquisite form.

“I’d hate to cause any problems for you, Mr. Kent.” Bruce walks his fingers up Clark’s chest and tugs at his tie. 

“I’m sure you would.” Clark clears his throat. Diana wraps her arms around Bruce from behind.

“You’ll save a little bit of this for us, won’t you?” She hums, trailing her fingers down the column of Bruce’s throat and down to the exposed part of his chest. He shivers.

“The night is still young. We’ll see what happens.” He kisses her over his shoulder, turning to lean into it fully. He memorizes the way her lipstick looks so he can daydream about her leaving smudges of it on his skin.

Bruce perks up at a creaking floorboard, one that only creaks when one of his children has gotten un-sneaky in their sneaking. He narrows his eyes at the balcony. Jason’s tuft of white hair is just barely visible behind a pillar. 

Bruce heaves a deep sigh.

“I know you’re up there,” Bruce calls. Dick and Jason both stumble out from their hiding space and immediately adjust themselves. Their descent down the stairs is anything but normal, but Bruce is proud of them for trying, at least.

“You didn’t tell us you were dating Wonder Woman too,” Dick hisses, eyes wide. Diana waves at him. He meekly waves back. 

“Nah, no way. This has to be a charity thing.” Jason whispers not-so-quietly. 

“Not a charity thing, Jason, though I appreciate your unwavering faith.” Bruce huffs, but something sour does curl inside him at the jab. He should be used to it, but he isn’t. Jason must see something in his face because he shuffles his weight.

“Didn’t know it was serious. Sorry.” 

“I don’t know what it is, but I like it. Ideally, they also like it. Don’t tell the others until I’m—we’re sure it’ll work.” Bruce runs a hand through his hair. 

“Good luck keeping something like this secret in this house. Between Cass living in the walls and Steph’s crush on you-know-who—“ Jason tilts his head towards Diana— “you’re toast.” 

“Also, I’m pretty sure they heard you,” Dick murmurs. Bruce hangs his head in defeat. He can hear his partners laughing softly at him, but he chooses to strategically ignore it. 

“Clark, Diana. These are two of my children, Dick and Jason.” Bruce puts a hand on both of their shoulders and gives a firm squeeze. 

“We’ve heard plenty of good things about you.” Diana beams. Jason gives her a firm handshake. Dick kisses her knuckles. Bruce can’t help but smile at how excited they are. 

It bodes well for whatever this is, between the three of them. 

“So have we.” Dick beams. 

“Really?” Clark glances at Bruce with the softest smile. Bruce bashfully rolls his eyes. 

“Well, no. We’ve been trying but he won’t tell us anything.” Dick nudges Bruce’s shoulder. 

“It means he cares.” Jason mock-whispers. 

“Alright, you’re done. Out. Go. Bye.” Bruce shoos them away with firm hands on their backs, but they resist. 

“C’mon, wait, let’s get a picture!” Dick fishes out his phone and holds it up like a white flag. Jason leans up against the wall, keen to observe. 

“The press will take plenty.” Bruce frowns. 

“Yeah, but I think Alfred would love one of the three of you, don’t you think?” Dick blinks, all innocence. Bruce glares daggers at him. 

“A picture sounds lovely.” Diana sweeps Clark and Bruce into either side of her. Clark and Bruce touch hands across the small of her back. 

“Bruce, smile. It’s not a funeral.” 

“I know how to smile, Jason.” Bruce rolls his eyes. 

“Would you like to prove it?” Jason gestures at him. Bruce grimaces for the picture. 

Of course, he’s had plenty of practice faking smiles for a camera. There’s something about this picture though, the implications of it, that scares the Brucie routine right out of him. Maybe because it matters. 

“This is stupid,” Bruce grumbles. 

“It’s sweet. It means they care,” Diana whispers teasingly, kissing his cheek. 

“That’s so cute! Hold that--okay, nope, we lost the smile.” Dick sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Jason leans over to him and they murmur back and forth for a while. Dick’s eyebrows go up in that way they do when he has an idea. 

“Can you hear what they’re saying?” Bruce mutters to Clark. 

“I will not confirm, deny, or disclose it.” Clark grins mischievously. Something about the look in his eye is familiar, it sends Bruce’s stomach swooping in a strange way. 

Dick bounds up to Clark and bounces on his toes. His eyes are glittering with awe. 

“Mr. Kent--”

“Please, Clark is fine.” 

“Clark.” Dick bites his lip on a smile. Bruce makes a note to commend him for not squealing. “Would you hold this for a moment?”

“Of course.” Clark takes the offered cellphone. Dick leans up and whispers something in his ear, hiding his mouth behind his hands. Clark is suddenly aglow, grinning as if Christmas has come early. 

“What are you planning? What’s happening?” Bruce hisses, looking between the two of them. Clark shrugs dramatically. 

“Nothing, nothing. We’ve kept you waiting long enough. We’re gonna take one more photo, and it is what it is. If it’s terrible, Alfred can always grab one off the internet.” Dick waves nonchalantly, striding up to the three of them. Bruce narrows his eyes.

Dick fiddles with various elements of Bruce’s outfit, frowning deeply. He can’t seem to get things to lay the way he likes, which alights a deep spark of anxiety in Bruce’s gut. He knows he looks fine, but Dick doesn’t seem to think so—

“Jason, come help me fix this.” 

“My pleasure.” Oh, Jason is smiling. That’s--well, it’s lovely. Bruce doesn’t see it often anymore. But it’s also terrifying and an omen of chaos. Not lovely. 

Jason and Dick both duck under Bruce’s arms in unison and start tickling him. Betrayed by his own children. 

Bruce has fought off deadlier assassins blindfolded and with his hands bound behind his back, but the difference is that it’s frowned upon to punch his children. Which means, regrettably, he folds. 

“Hey!” Bruce manages to snatch one of Jason’s hands, but it leaves him open for Dick to squeeze his sides. Bruce’s laughter gets the better of him and he leans into Diana for protection. 

Diana gasps in sheer delight. 

“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Bruce! Did you know about this?” She tugs on Clark’s sleeve. He takes a few pictures of Bruce. 

“Yeah, I…found out pretty early. Figured I should let you stumble across it, lest Bruce suddenly ‘find’ that kryptonite spear he swears he got rid of.” Clark murmurs. Bruce gives him the finger, face burning. 

With some difficulty, Bruce manages to detach Jason and Dick from his person. They both grumble at being foiled, but they look like…they’re in trouble? Or expecting it, at least. It tugs painfully at Bruce’s spirit. 

He swallows the lecture he was going to give in favor of ruffling their hair aggressively. Dick laughs, Jason screeches indignantly, and Bruce figures that’s more than enough for now. 

“You look thoroughly debauched, we’re fashionably late, and I’ve just figured out what I’d like to do with the next three hours of my time. Minimum.” Diana smooths her hands over Bruce’s chest. 

“See, I liked the first part of that. How about we stay there?” Bruce hovers a hair’s breadth from her lips with a smirk. She closes the gap, pulling him close by the back of his neck. 

Evil fingers pinch his sides and Bruce squeaks into Diana’s mouth. 

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” Clark grins. Bruce scowls with no heat. Clark bestows a righteous apology kiss upon him, one that takes him out at the knees a bit. 

“I’m out.” Jason gags, trudging up the stairs. 

“It was nice meeting you both.” Dick winks, bounding after Jason. 

Bruce sighs fondly as they go. It’s Clark who holds his waist this time, leaning in to murmur in his ear. 

“Are we sure that we have to go?”

“If Vicki Vale is going to hunt me down for an exclusive anywhere, I’d rather it not be here. Again.” Bruce squeezes Clark’s hand. 

“It’d be a waste not to take these outfits for a spin.” Diana loops her arm through Bruce’s. He hums in approval and starts to walk them to the door.

“Maybe I can be convinced to make an early exit.” Bruce smirks at the way his partners stiffen beside him. 

…

They grace the gala for truly an hour at best—Diana and Clark have an express talent for winding each other up and Bruce is, in truth, a weak man. Their outfits spend more cumulative time on the bedroom floor than on their bodies. 

The moon lays a quiet blessing on the master bedroom once they’ve finished, bathing everything a cool silver. Bruce’s bed had always felt too big for sleep—he took any excuse he could to curl up on a couch or in the cave—but for them, it’s perfect. There’s no telling where one of them ends or begins, just limbs tangled in content fondness. 

“Who’s your favorite? Me or Diana?” Clark whispers teasingly. A chuckle rumbles low in Bruce’s chest.

“Diana.” Bruce cracks open one eye to drink in the glory of Clark’s offended face. Diana rewards him a hot, languid trail of kisses to the underside of his jaw.  

“Bruce, look at his face. How could he not be your favorite?” Diana tilts Bruce’s chin in Clark’s direction. 

“I thought you’d be flattered.” Bruce huffs. “Fine, Clark’s my favorite.”

“Bruce. C’mon.” Clark adds another love bite to the growing collection on his collarbone. “Just look at Diana.” 

“I am getting very mixed signals here,” Bruce gasps softly, clenching his fingers in the sheets. Clark’s kisses grow light and insistent. 

“Clark.” Bruce fights tooth and nail against the smile trying to fight its way onto his face. Goosebumps flare across his chest. Clark nibbles a little and Bruce twitches. 

“Yes?” He blinks innocently. 

“Don’t ruin this.” Bruce squishes his cheeks threateningly. Clark dives to nuzzle Bruce’s neck, scooping him up into his arms. Tired and shmoopy, Bruce giggles and reaches for Diana. She props herself up on her elbow, amused, and gives him her hand. 

“What?” Bruce snickers, flinching away from Clark’s deadly lips. 

“Just taking all this in. I’m meeting this version of you for the first time.” Diana hums. 

“I think Giggly Bruce is my favorite.” Clark peppers more kisses, the endless fount of affection that he is. 

“That’s not—there’s no—stoppit—“ Bruce curls in on himself. Clark wiggles his fingers into Bruce’s stomach and chases his blushing neck with his lips. 

“I agree, Kal.” The name catches beautifully on Diana’s tongue. Evidently, Clark seems to agree—he peeks over Bruce’s shoulder with a radiant smile. 

“Can I convince you two to at least try and sleep?” Bruce huffs, scratchy and fond. Diana hums and slides closer, tucking herself into Bruce’s chest. He skims his fingers across her back in gentle patterns. 

Quiet blooms in the room as their breathing starts to sync. The weight of Clark’s arm is as much a comfort as Diana’s breath against his skin. Bruce thinks, distantly, that he might like to fall asleep like this every night. 

“Di, c’mon—“ Clark snickers, then giggles. 

“You’re both terrible at this.” Bruce turns over to squint at Clark. Clark can’t even look at him—his entire being is scrunched in restrained laughter as he slaps Diana’s tickling hand away from his hip.

Bruce slowly turns to the other menace in his bed. Diana just shrugs. 

Bruce flops back down on the bed and actually manages to doze off, lured into floating sleep by the gentle rumble of Clark’s chest. This means he’s completely blindsided when the morning renews his partners’ unending playfulness, but safe arms to sleep in are well worth the sacrifice. 

[spider-jaysart]

Au idea where Jon works as a part time barista at a Metropolis cafe as a teenager, trying to make some extra money during the summer so that he can buy this new video game console that was just recently released

And he also has a crush on this favorite customer of his (a customer that's been his favorite ever since he had first saw them step foot into the place), which is Damian Wayne

And he always gets Damian's name wrong when writing it down on his coffee cup all the time on purpose before handing it to him, misspelling it in many ways like:

Damien

Demian

Demion

Damon

Damion

Damen

Damiian

Damiane

He would do this so that he can keep having an excuse to have extra talk with him at the counter, since he knows that it will make Damian upset that he keeps misspelling it everytime, making Damian come back to the counter everytime to (fustratingly) remind him that he spelled his name wrong once again

Though, after a few times of doing this, Jon begins to realize that this little idea of his is beginning to make Damian dislike him and think of him as an idiot, and might possibly make him want to make him leave to another coffee shop if he keeps being annoying like this, which isn't something that he wants to happen at all

So he comes up with a new idea, which is hiding the things from the front counter like, the sugar packets, straws, the little stirrers, napkins, cup lids, plastic spoons, forks, and knives, so that he'll have another excuse to keep having extra talk with him, and when Damian asks where they are, he'll just say that they must've ran out and checks under his side of the counter to "check for more" and hands the items that are needed to him when he does

Though, after a short time of doing these annoying little ideas of his, Jon begins to realize how silly everything he's been doing is and decides that it's time to stop being ridiculous and time to actually take some real action

So later in the day, as he's on his 30 minute lunch break at the cafe, Jon finally properly introduces himself to Damian after walking up to his table to serve him his order on a tray instead of calling him to go pick it up at the counter himself like usual

Though, Damian is already kind of usually annoyed with Jon at this point due to him always getting his name wrong everytime before and him having to always correct him about it, so he doesn't really feel much like starting an actual conversation with him, though as they begin to continue talking to eachother, Damian is soon charmed by Jon's humorous and cheerful personality and begins to actually not mind talking to him so much, thinking to himself "I guess he's actually not that annoying after all."

They begin to continue talking with eachother everyday during Jon's lunch breaks at the cafe, getting to know eachother more and more as they continue to chat, both of them quickly becoming friends after a while of doing this

And after a while of Jon working at the cafe now and after making enough money to buy the new video game console that he's been dreaming of getting, he decides to use that money to take Damian out on a date instead

So he tries to gain the courage to ask the older boy out, feeling nervous that he might say no, but he surprisingly says the opposite, actually responding to him with a "Yes." , filling the taller one's stomach with butterflies when he did

After planning the time and day for their upcoming date with eachother, Jon excitedly goes home after leaving work and asks Lois and Clark for help on making him look fancy for his special day out with his crush

Clark helps him get a suit by giving him one of his nice old ones from his closet and Lois tries her best to comb his messy steel hair (she fails though)

Once they're both done, Jon takes a look into the mirror and is happy with how he looks for his date

He then checks the time on his watch and sees that it's almost time to go and quickly gives his parents a hug, thanking them for their help

And as he's on his way to meet up with Damian, he stops by a flower shop and buys some Amaryllis flowers there, since Damian had told him before that they were his favorite during one of their conversations at the cafe

After that, he continues to keep going on his path and finally meets up with Damian

He hands him the flowers with blushful cheeks and a bright sweet smile, getting a surprised reaction from the shorter one in response, causing him to also grow blushing red cheeks on his face as well as he happily grabs them for himself to hold

They begin to get caught up in conversation with eachother as they walk off to their destination together and go out to the best restaurant in Metropolis and have a great time that night. They later become boyfriends after a week

[owl127]

Clexa World Cup one-shot

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0000

The crowd erupted in uninhibited joy, an energy that gained momentum as it spread like wildfire through tears, hugs, and the raw volume of primal elation.

After 16 years, a new generation brought the national team to a World Cup semi-final.

Lexa’s laughter was loud and unfamiliar, a childish joy taking over her body. Her teammates carried her over their shoulders, an ovation to the hero that found an impossible shot outside the box at 115 minutes. So Lexa smiled, and laughed, and bathed in sticky gatorade until Anya whispered in her ear, “They’re in.”

The speed that Lexa’s expression closed into its usual stoic stare of the “Commander” was so fast that Anya did a double take.

They were in, as expected.

But now Lexa was in, and Anya, and an entire team behind them after a historical comeback against a European powerhouse. 

That meant Lexa would play the game of her life against the love of her life.

0000

“Griffin! Griffin!”

Clarke redid her ponytail as she waited for the reporter to catch up with her at the side of the field. The deafening crowd had slowed after their hard won victory and celebrations of once more being classified for the world cup semi-finals. The reporter, a beautiful redhead that didn’t reach Clarke’s shoulders even on heels, spoke hurriedly into the microphone, “Clarke Griffin, congrats on the victory and classification! You had to work hard today to achieve this!”

“Thank you, and as always, it was a team effort.” Clarke rolled her shoulder, a little stiff after the dive at the end of the second half. “We’re all excited that we’re one step closer to our goal.”

“And how are you feeling about facing Lexa next week?”

Clarke blinked hard, focusing on the little dip of the reporter’s lips as she processed the words. “I, I mean I—”

“Their game went to extra time, and Lexa scored in the second half.” The reporter smelled blood in the water and smirked, the camera missing the glint in her eyes as she said, “You’ll be facing your wife in the semifinal. How do you feel about that?”

Clarke’s shoulder ached.

“My goal remains the same,” she said in a neutral tone. “We always knew that was a possibility, and I will give 100% to my team. Thank you.” She ignored the follow-up questions and headed straight to the tunnel, following the chant of “the champion is back” echoing in their locker room. She distributed high fives with her good arm and looked around until she found dark, worried eyes. Behind the wall of red, white and blue celebration, Clarke whispered to Raven, “Are they in?”

“Yeah,” the physical preparator responded. Raven looked happy, but there was an apprehension in her tone. Her wife had assisted Lexa’s goal, after all. “Lexa. Anya’s assist.” They both chuckled dryly. 

“Fuck,” Clarke whispered. “Okay. I got this. We got this. Right?”

Raven touched Clarke’s sensitive shoulder, frowning when the 6’1” keeper hissed. “Yeah, it’s just our marriages on the line. They will get over the defeat, eventually. How’s the shoulder?”

“Coach won’t let us see them until the game, will he?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Clarke.”

Someone jumped on Clarke’s back, their bubble of privacy bursted with a sharp “whoop!” yelled at her year. 

“Clarke Griffin, our savior!” Octavia hugged her keeper again before jumping down her back. “I thought we were done with that penalty kick!”

“Never.” Today was a day to celebrate. She would worry about her marriage and their game tomorrow. 

And Lexa would be fine. She could handle Lexa.

“Never,” Clarke repeated and shared one last look with a worried Raven.

0000

The press coverage had doubled over Clarke. Avoiding questions was getting hard, so at the press conference after their last practice, Clarke sat down in front of the flashes and microphones.

“Is the fact that Lexa is your wife going to affect your game?” The first question came from the back of the room. Clarke gritted her jaw.

“No. I’m a professional, and so is Lexa, and we will act like it.”

“You and Lexa play different positions, but these past few days, your stories have been compared. How do you feel about that?”

Clarke took a deep breath before answering. “We have unique backgrounds, as a lot of other players from her country and mine do. I acknowledge our privileges, but I don’t discount my team’s talent. This is the World Cup. Nothing else matters.”

“You play on the same team back home and you haven’t played against Lexa since before you were married.” The journalist who asked was the same redhead from after the game, sitting a couple of rows in front of Clarke. “Do you think this time playing against her will weigh on your performance?”

Clarke saw the opportunity and took it. “Nothing weighs on my performance.” She stood up, a clear signal the interview was over. “You can ask Lexa about that.”

The room broke into laughter, and Clarke walked to the back exit. Her hands prickled with sweat.

0000

“Amanda, what a game! No goals on regular time and a thrilling one-on-one in extra time. Now we’re heading for penalties to decide who will move forward to the final. And do you see that line of players there?”

“Oh, I see it, and everyone should know that this goes beyond a historical comeback for the South American team, but involves some of the player’s personal lives too!”

“Tell the fans!”

“You see, Clarke Griffin, the celebrated newcomer goalkeeper, is actually married to Lexa Woods, who won the Ballon d’Or last year, and we’re seeing Lexa lining up to take the last shot.”

“That means that, if it comes to it, Lexa will decide the classification shooting a penalty against her wife?”

“Yes, Peter, that’s exactly what that means! Seems like someone will sleep on the couch tonight!”

“Any bets on who wins this penalty shoot-out?”

“Ontari is a great goalkeeper, but Griffin has solidified her spot as the starter keeper in the team with the best defense in the championship. So my money is on Griffin.”

“Even against her wife?”

“Griffin is a stable player, and she has played against Lexa in their home league before, so yeah, even then.”

“But everything is different in a world cup. My bet is on the latinas. Lexa and Anya have what it takes to bring this new generation to another final. The referee is calling the teams to the center, so it’s about to start! Good luck to both teams!”

0000

Blood pumped loudly in Clarke’s ears. The fans behind her goal yelled all kinds of profanities and slurs, the side strategically chosen when Anya won the coin flip. She ignored the yelling and name calling, her focus on the game, defending two shots, taking both teams to another round of shoot-outs.

She had to admit that Ontari was having the match of her life, and she could also catch two shots, equalizing their numbers. Clarke bit her lip as Harper missed her shot well above the post. The crowd yelled, that unlawful volume powered by revenge. 

Clarke knew they were the team to be beaten, and now it was in her hands to prove that. The referee approached her and said something. She didn’t understand a single word, but assumed it was the usual line warning and nodded, walking to her spot. She opened her arms, glanced forward, saw Octavie cheering her own, the classic “you got this” on her lips.

And then she saw green.

Lexa walked from the middle of the field, looking straight at her, her pace calm and calculated.

The woman walking down the field was not Lexa Woods, her best friend, wife, lover, mother of their girls. 

That was The Commander, the ruthless striker that made her name as the best player in the world after a hard childhood in a country that didn’t care about women’s sports. Lexa had carved her name playing barefoot against boys twice her size while Clarke was being driven to practices in a new, clean SUV. The Commander was forged under fire and criticism against the super-performing men’s team, and each defeat meant a torrent of critics that Clarke herself had never faced. But Clarke had taken the opportunities given her. She had made her name and proven herself. She deserved to be here just as much as Lexa did.

She had defended five of Lexa’s shots throughout the game, and now she was ready to defend one more.

Lexa kissed the ball before adjusting it at the penalty mark, an oddity for the striker. The sound behind the goal died as Lexa took one, two, three steps back, grass staining her cheeks, her brightly colored shirt speckled with mud and sweat.

Clarke grit her teeth and saw the minute shift of Lexa’s hips.

Left.

The referee blew the whistle. Lexa ran for the call with a furious, deadly expression. Clarke jumped. Left, left, left.

Air left Clarke’s lungs as she fell on the grass, the heavy scent of earth filling her nose as she skidded to a stop.

For one moment, there was silence.

Then the crowd behind her exploded, the vibrations of the entire stadium shaking her to her core.

She looked up and looked back.

When she turned her face to the field, Lexa was already back with her teammates, being received with open arms and tears.

Her own teammates had tears in their eyes, too.

She looked back at the ball, now innocently immobile, nested securely inside the net.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her gloved hands clawing the grass, leaving blunt marks.

“Hey.” Octavia had jogged her way to her. “You okay?”

No. She wasn’t okay. Her shoulder burned, her career would be in check as “the woman who crumbled in front of her wife”, her eyes stung, and fuck, she needed a hug from the one person she couldn’t have one right now.

“Yeah.” She lied, stood up. “Sorry.”

“Fuck that. You did great. Next time.”

“Next time.”

0000

 The clicking sound of cleats against the hard floor echoed in the hallway.

A security guard made his way to Lexa, but seeing who she was, he let her go through the back door.

Lexa sighed in relief at the sight of the bus still parked, running and ready to go, but women clad in white suits still boarding it. It was hard to miss Clarke, the tall, strong woman like a pristine marble statue, as she waited at the end of the boarding line.

Lexa, in her muddy uniform, stopped as every single player looked at her. The personal security from the national team made his way to her, but the coach waved him off. No other player made a comment as Clarke stepped away from the line and met Lexa, who remained on the other side of the separating ropes. The media was not there yet; no cameras, no prying eyes besides Clarke’s team.

“Hi,” Lexa said, and she really wanted to wipe away the smile from her face, but it was impossible. They had been celebrating their spot at the final with the crowd, and by the time she could slip away, Clarke was ready to go back to her hotel.

��Hi.” There was a small smile on Clarke’s lips, a little sad and defeated, and Lexa wanted to kiss it away.

“I—”

“Congratulations,” Clarke forced out, shrugging her shoulders. “That was a great shot.”

“Babe, I—”

“I love you,” Clarke cut her. “But… just give me tonight, okay? Tomorrow morning is my last day with the team and I’ll join my mom and the kids at their hotel.”

Lexa swallowed and nodded. There was so much joy within her, but that broken expression in Clarke’s eyes was making it hard to remember why she should be happy at all.

“I love you too.” Lexa extended her hand, a peace offering. Clarke took it, and Lexa pulled her a little closer, kissed her fingers. They were red, taped, and the pinkie was swollen. A goalkeeper’s hand. “Please don’t be mad.”

Clarke barked a laugh and pulled her wife into a hug. Lexa breathed, relieved, burying her face in her wife’s chest. “I’m not mad at you,” Clarke said, but her voice shook. “But I’m a sore loser, you know that.”

Lexa took a deep breath of Clarke’s perfume and grimaced at seeing the mess she made in her wife’s immaculate white suit. “You were always my greatest challenge.”

“We’ll talk again in four years.”

“Griff.” A voice called from behind them, and they turned to see Octavia calling her teammate from the bus, and every single player in the bus watching them from the windows. While Raven waved at Lexa, Octavia flipped her off with a smile. “We gotta go. And you better crush those stupid Germans in the final, Lexa.”

“You bet,” Lexa said and stopped back on her side of the rope. “Family brunch tomorrow? With the girls?”

Clarke nodded, picked up the duffel bag she had left at her feet and leaned to whisper next to Lexa’s ear, “I won’t be gentle next time.” 

Lexa’s cheek warmed with a blush, because she knew exactly what those dark eyes were promising, and it had nothing to do with soccer. Lexa blinked as Clarke pecked her lips and walked back to the bus. It was driving off when she heard cleats behind her. She turned to find Anya cursing at seeing the bus drive away.

“Did you talk to her?”

“Yes,” Lexa answered her captain. “We’re good.”

“So get your head together. We have a title to win.”

“Aren’t you mad you missed Raven?”

Anya shook her head. “Not really. She sent me nudes after the game.”

Laxe chucked, walking back to their locker room. “I can’t believe you too.”

“I bet Griffin already made this whole thing sexual between you two.”

Lexa’s ear burned with heat.

“Called it!” Anya placed her arm around Lexa’s shoulder. “C’mon, Commander. After conquering the world, you can fuck your wife as much as you want.”

There was no ending to Lexa’s blazing cheeks.

“Oh.” Anya’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “I see. The fearless commander is secretly a bottom.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Is that what she tells you?”

“Anya, I swear to god.”

“I promise not to tell your fans.”

[bri1234]

Safe With Me

Book: The Princess Swap

Pairing: M!Clarke x F!MC

Word count: 1553

Rating: Teen, angst

Warning: Does mention death

Summary: Clarke shares a side of himself with Daisy that very few, if any, know about him.

A/N: I was originally going to post this September 22nd but life got in the way and I was never able to finish it lol. But I finally had a chance to this weekend. It’s very rough, so I hope to re-edit it soon.

Anyway, this goes with the prompt diary and Clarke for the September Monthly Challenge if it's not too late to submit.

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Not many people know who the heartthrob and cynical Prince of Ismar truly is. 

He built his walls so high after the death of his sister Ayda that the only person he let in was Eren, a member of his court and best friend. He was the only one who seemed to understand the pain Clarke went through because he felt the exact same. The three of them were inseparable when they were younger after all.

Of course Clarke's parents loved Ayda, but the way they handled her death made him feel angry and frustrated and so utterly alone. He felt powerless at the fact that he couldn’t even mourn or honor his own sister properly. 

Dealing with these emotions during his teenage years forced him to bury so much of himself. He thought that maybe he needed to see a professional, someone he could talk to about Ayda, someone who could help him cope with everything his parents put him through. 

All he did was ask his mother and father if he could see a therapist, but both immediately denied him, saying it would only show “weakness” in the family. 

Eren, being Clarke's closest friend, suggested writing out how he was feeling. Clarke originally protested at first, claiming that he didn’t want to keep a “diary.”

“Clarke, I understand it goes against your mysterious nature, but I’ll be the only person who knows. Besides, it might help you process your feelings better than just letting them overwhelm you daily,” Eren told him after refusing several times.

Eventually, Clarke caved. He found an empty journal within the castle and brought it to his room. He sat down at his desk, opened the journal, and started writing. As he kept writing, he found that he very much enjoyed it. So much so, that he eventually filled journals upon journals of his thoughts and feelings. 

As the years passed by, he found himself writing less and less, but he would write whenever important events happened in his life or the topic of Ayda came back up. 

He was now back in Ismar after a whirlwind of the past several months in Monterre with Daisy. They’ve been engaged for two months now, and he’s never been so happy. 

Now, he was back home for the first time since Daisy had insisted on going with him to Ismar to convince his parents to let him come back to Monterre. Back when he didn't know that she was not Princess Rose, but a completely different person. 

Clarke was standing in his room, holding a brand-new picture frame with a picture of Daisy and him during their engagement photos. A smile spread across his face as he was pulled back into the memory of the day these pictures were taken in Monterre. 

But he shook his head, pulling himself out of the memory and remembering the task at hand; get back to Daisy as fast as possible before his parents start bombarding her with insane questions about her life back in the States. He knows that Daisy can handle herself, but he doesn’t wish his parents inconsiderate questions on anyone, especially his future wife. 

His feet carried him to his desk, where he placed the picture frame on one of its shelves. As he set it down, his eyes caught on one of his notebooks. He forgot to bring his current one with him to Monterre, but didn’t even think about writing anything since he met Daisy. 

Completely distracted by the journal, he sat down at his desk and flipped through the pages to his latest entry. It was the day when his parents told him that he would be leaving soon to “court” Princess Rose of Monterre. Clarke chuckled as he skimmed the page. If only he knew what was in store for him all those months ago. 

He flipped through more pages, and eventually came across an entry he made a year ago. It was about an argument his parents and him had about Ayda. Frowning, he flipped to another page, not wanting to relive one of the many arguments that hurt him more than his parents would ever know.

After reading for a few minutes, he decided to start writing, retelling the past few months.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Out of habit, he quickly shut his journal and turned around, making sure that his notebook was hidden behind him. 

He watched as the door opened to reveal Daisy. A smile spread across his face as she entered his room. 

“You will not believe the amount of questions your parents just asked me about the public school system in Ohio,” Daisy said laughing as she flopped down on the edge of Clark’s bed. 

Clarke let out a dry laugh as he abandoned his desk, sitting down next to her in two strides. 

“Of course they did,” he said, rolling his eyes. After everything Daisy has proved to them, they still feel the need to ask her questions like that. 

Daisy laced her hand through Clarkes, sensing the silent anger he felt towards his parents simmering. 

“Good thing I have a handsome prince to defend me,” she added, resting her head on his shoulder. A small smile spread across his face as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Before Clarke could respond, Daisy asked, “Were you writing something?” She was looking right at his journal placed on his desk.

Leaving her spot at the edge of Clarke’s bed, she went to his desk to investigate. 

Clarke found himself not moving. Normally when people were even near his journals, aka his parents, he would go into flight or fight mode, making sure that neither of them saw. But with Daisy, he felt oddly at peace knowing that she would now know this part of him. 

Now at his desk, she picked up the journal and gave him a questioning look. 

“You can read it if you would like to,” he responded, answering her question before she could even ask it. 

“I don’t have to if it’s something you want kept private,” she responded, knowing that sometimes people write just for themselves.

“Daisy,” he started as he jumped up and went to stand next to her. He gently cupped both of her cheeks with his hands. “We’re getting married in a few months. There is nothing I wish to keep from you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then one to her lips. 

She smiled against his lips, wishing that he would show the world this side of him more often.  

When he pulled away, he continued, “Besides, I was going to tell you about my journals at some point.”

“Journals?” she questioned. “I didn’t even know that you wrote.” 

“That’s because no one knows besides Eren, and now you,” he said smiling, stepping away and getting onto his knees. 

“Clarke, what are you—,” Daisy’s words caught in her throat before she could finish. She watched as he pulled back the carpet they were standing on, revealing a loose floorboard. He easily pulled back the board, unveiling about five other journals. Daisy knelt down beside him. 

“You can read whatever you want. Most entries are about Ayda. And the journal you have in your hands is my most recent one. The last entry I have before the one I was writing was written the day before I met you.” 

She knew he had kept his heart guarded for so long after Ayda died. And all the things his parents did, along with the press trying to get to him, made everything so much worse. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me, I know it must have been hard to keep all of this in for so many years,” she said, looking into his bright blue eyes. 

“It was, but I know I’m safe with you.” He said, looking back at her with pure adoration in his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go talk to my parents about their manners.”

Daisy chuckled. “Don’t be too hard on them, the public school system in the States is kind of crazy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, laughing as he stood up and went to the door. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, but have fun reading the many secrets of the cynical Prince of Ismar,” he voiced jokingly. 

Regardless of his amusing tone, he felt a sense of relief now that he can share more of this side of himself with the one person that truly seems to understand and care for him. 

“Hey Clarke,” Daisy said right before he walked out. 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

A smile spread across his face and his heart felt full for the first time in a long time.

He turned back to look at her, “I love you too.” 

Daisy watched as he left, closing the door behind him. Looking at the journals in front of her, she slid the floor board back into place and laid the carpet back over it. She figured she would save those for another day.

Standing up, she took his most recent journal and sat down at his desk. She flipped to his latest entry. It had today's date.

Smiling, she started to read. 

[myloveforhergoeson]

~ happy birthday, ronnie!

for @naquey / @ithinkyouhealedmyheart <3 i borrowed @partiallypearl / @praetoravila 's olive too. i love playing with my dolls.

-

Ronnie knew something was up from the moment she drifted out of dreamland. Her room smelled sweet and earthy, like she was waking up in the middle of a spacious, green meadow.

Two familiar voices whispered back and forth, and now the girl was acutely aware she was not alone in what was supposed to be her private space. Her sanctuary of knickknacks and band posters had been violated.

"Are you sure we got everything? I feel like we're missing something."

Ronnie peeked one eye open, catching a glimpse of Roxy standing at the foot of her bed. A bright blue ribbon was braided into her hair.

"You've asked me this, no less than a million times," Another voice bit back, and Ronnie shifted her gaze toward the sound. Olive was setting something down by the closed door.

If it were anyone else, Ronnie would pass out at the notion her private space was being invaded, but now that she knew it was her friends, she felt slightly more at ease. Today was her birthday after all, so he presumed that was what all the ruckus was about. Screwing her eyes shut, she let the two continue their conversation.

"The movie, the snacks, the fun stuff..." Roxy's voice was low and panicked, and Ronnie could imagine her listing out the items on her fingers. "Is the thing from Katie in there?"

"Shh," Olive replied, just as animated, "You're going to wake her before we're ready and ruin it!"

It took a lot for Ronnie not to giggle at her friend's words, and just to mess with them she shifted in her bed, bundling deeper into her yellow patterned covers.

One of the girls gasped, and something wrapped in crinkly plastic dropped to the floor.

"Roxanne," Hissed Olive, and the plastic bundle was quickly swiped off the carpet. "Chill. It's going to be perfect, I swear."

"Aww, I know, I know," The guitar player affirmed, taking a few breaths in and out, " But the first birthday in L.A. is the most important, and we need to show up Kendall-"

At the mention of her boyfriend, Ronnie's heartrate doubled. If Olive and Roxy were concerned with showing him up, he must have something wonderful to surprise her with later.

"Good point, I had to convince Logan to steal his spare key so he couldn't beat us here. Then I deadbolted the Clark's door."

"Ugh, I love you so much." Roxy huffed, "Now, do we let her get up on her own, or should we sing 'Happy Birthday' or something?"

Olive's scoff could probably be heard three doors down. "Not unless you want to scare her worse than the movie might."

To make it easy on them, Ronnie took his as her cue to begin to "wake up." The writer made a big show of rolling onto her back from her side, reaching her hands up to her eyes to slowly rub them as she sat up in her bed. It was nice and warm under her covers, and though Vermont was always freezing this time of year, Los Angeles, she was learning, got pretty cold too.

Hurried footsteps shuffled on the carpet, and when Ronnie finally allowed her eyes to flutter open, a gigantic bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers wrapped in a red and green ribbon filled her field of vision.

Ah, that explains the smell...

"Surprise!" Both girls yelled in unison, one on either side of her twin bed, "Happy birthday, Ronnie!"

The songwriter threw on her best shocked face, jaw dropping open as her mouth curled into a smile as the sweet scent enveloped her senses. "...Woah. Cool."

Something in her nonchalant tone must have tipped Olive, standing in her adorable rubber ducky pajamas, off, as the girl whipped her head to face the writer, "I told you, she already knew!"

"No, no, no!" Ronnie's hands flew from under the covers, coating her fingers in the cold, "You surprised me, definitely... I just might have heard all the whispering."

Pinching her nose with fingers barely visible under her black long-sleeve pajama shirt, Roxy looked to the ceiling. "James always tells me I'm bad at whispering..."

"But this is perfect!" Ronnie assured her friends, taking the bouquet from the two of them. It was a bit awkward for them to catch her in bed, but at least she'd fallen asleep in her favorite hoodie and black pajama pants. That certainly lessened the girl's anxiety.

"Well... Let's keep it that way," Roxy playfully huffed. Since Ronnie didn't like being unexpectedly touched, instead of the two girls hauling her out of bed, they beckoned her out of her bedroom and into the living room as fast as they could, with Olive picking something by the door up before darting out of the room before Ronnie could see it.

Curious, she followed Roxy down the short hallway and into her living room, where her dad was waiting in the kitchen.

He had a mug of coffee in his hands, small streaks of steam curling off the top, before he walked over and gave Ronnie a light kiss on the top of her blue hair. "Happy birthday, kid."

There was a card in front of where he was standing on the counter, which he motioned to, before giving her a wink and shuffling back down the hall into his bedroom.

I'll get that later...

Upon further inspection, Ronnie's eyes followed to where her best friends were standing... In the middle of what looked like a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor of her living room, right in front of the TV.

The two of them had gigantic smiles, clearly very proud of their little set up.

Ronnie blinked a few times, it was odd not seeing the living room like it normally was, but the black and red plaid blankets they'd brought looked so soft, and the pale yellow pillows looked so fluffy...

"Another surprise!" Roxy called, arms sweeping in a grand gesture over the living room. "Movie morning!"

"Movie morning?" Ronnie echoed, curious, but slightly confused.

This was where Olive jumped in, still hiding something behind her back. "Kendall said we can only have you until 2 o'clock. So, we figured since he's taking you out, we'd keep you in."

"Your dad helped us pick out all of your favorite movies, so we should be able to watch at least two or three before Ken-Dork comes to get you... Though I will warn you, we will be tagging along on your birthday date like good best friends do."

The blue-haired girl cocked her head to the side.

"Well, we can't say where he's taking you," Olive added, "Just know that when Kendall told us, Logan wanted to go too... So he said we could tag along."

"But then I kinda, sorta, got massive FOMO about your double date," The guitar player admitted, running a hand down one of her braided pigtails. "...And then James wanted to go because I was going..."

"And you couldn't leave Carlos and Ash behind?" Ronnie guessed, trying to work out what the shorter girl was holding.

Both of them nodded.

"...So, movie morning!" Olive said again, this time, taking the small basket she'd been holding onto and thrusting it into Ronnie's hands.

The small wicker material was scratchy in her hands, but not unpleasant. Tucked inside were three cards she'd open later, but for now, her eyes landed on the assortment of snacks and self-care products the girls had stuffed in there on top of some yellow Easter grass.

"We weren't sure which self-care stuff would be okay, texture-wise," Roxy shared, "So we got a bunch. Try all of it or none of it. Won't hurt our feelings at all."

Ronnie had seen most of the products before, face masks, bath bombs, some nice lotion... And made a silent promise to give each of them a go.

Olive stuck out a black-painted nail, "No sweets either, Miss Salty, so there's your favorite chili lime Doritos and a bunch of other goodies to much on while we get our movie on."

Looking from the basket, back up to her friends, Ronnie's smile was genuine this time. No more trying to mask surprise, they'd truly gotten her with their morning plans... And her stomach flip-flopped at the idea of whatever Kendall was planning too. "Thanks, you two."

She spied the TV, which was playing the menu screen for her all-time favorite movie: Scream.

Those girls knew her so well.

In no time at all, the three of them were huddled in a big, warm pile under the blankets, and Ronnie hit play on the remote. Despite the early hour, she'd broken into her snacks almost immediately, because who didn't need something to munch on while watching something?

All in all, her first birthday in Los Angeles started off with a bang. It was certainly the special, memorable event the two girls had wanted it to be, and there was still even more to come.

-

<3333 eee happy birthday ronnie!!! hope this is a nice surprise hehe. i love ronnie so much!! of course i needed her and olive and roxy to have a little bestie moment :))

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can I request Bruce finding out about oddducks past relationship? I’m in love with their dynamic and how Bruce is taking things slow for her sake

Bruce paused outside your office door when Clark glared at him and felt his cheeks darken slightly. He supposed it shouldn't shock him that he was there- you lived in the same city. And he'd learned from Lois that one or both of them would come drag you away from your work when they hadn't heard from you in a day or two. Or just when you'd been a little less social than usual.

"Wha-" Clark broke off and took a deep breath. Remembering the frustration in your voice. And how thoroughly you'd shut down any and all attempts to talk about Prague OR the subsequent coffee dates that weren't dates OR the text conversations. "Give it a minute," Clark said, leaning against the wall. "She's on the phone with her mother."

Bruce frowned and nodded slowly, "Alright-" The thud of either a forehead or a fist hitting the desk and a noise reminiscent of a cat being stepped on made Bruce jump and Clark winced, holding out a hand to stop him from opening the door.

"She's fine- relatively speaking." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He could hear both sides of the conversation as clearly as if he'd been in the room. And he wished he couldn't.

"What the hell-"

"Listen," Clark said quietly, aware that your hearing- while not super in any capacity was still fairly sharp- "Let's take a walk."

"I don't need another shovel tal-"

"It's not about that," Clark said jerking his head toward the door, hoping the world's greatest detective would figure it out as he walked down the hall where he knew he could find coffee to bribe you with and an empty student lounge.

Bruce followed, glancing hesitantly towards your office door, trying not to feel unnerved when Clark shut the lounge door and put his foot against it to keep it from opening.

"Two- almost three years ago, things were... bad," Clark said hesitating, weighing how much detail he could give without saying anything that would upset you if you found out about it. "A very long story short, she wound up being the other woman in a profoundly fucked up situation." Clark pinched the bridge of his nose, "She had no idea until his wife showed up. With their kids- it was... horrible. And to this day, her mother refuses to believe she didn't know."

Bruce nodded, wrapping his brain around that. True, he didn't know you well. But- he could believe that you'd either write off or not notice any of the massive red flags. And it made him feel sick. "And so her mother-"

"Well. She tried to get a guardianship first of all. And now failing that just refuses to let her live it down."

"She's a doctor-"

"Who reliably pays her own bills and has an extensive network of close professional associates... Including members of the press who may or may not have threatened to blow the whole story up if she didn't back off," Clark said.

Bruce snorted, "So now what?"

"She doesn't go home much and only actually calls her the day her period starts so she can get all the unpleasantness out of the way at the same time," Clark shuddered slightly. He wished he didn't know that. But he did. And now he knew better than to eavesdrop on girl's night.

Bruce smiled just a little and Clark exhaled slowly, "She really didn't know-"

"And you never checked?" Bruce countered.

"I was- well frankly I was too wrapped up in... everything to really see it. She was happy. Or at least content it looked like so I let it go."

"And now you're overcompensating and doing the same thing as her mother because?" Bruce folded his arms and felt his eyes narrow. You'd not said much about Clark and why he was so against it. Bruce assumed that you didn't know. Or that you might have been trying to spare his feelings. But it was impossible, he realized for you not to know. And a lot more likely that you were tired of being treated like a child.

"I'm not-"

'Not letting her make her own mistakes and trust her own judgment and punishing her for being lied to-"

"It's not like that."

"Sure sounds like it."

Bruce could see the gears spinning. He could see the Kryptonian trying to be angry. Trying to find some justification for righteous indignation. And he saw the moment there was none forthcoming when his shoulders sagged.

"It broke her heart, Bruce. She was hurt and confused. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep- it just. I'd never seen her do that. Not even when her grandparents died."

"I don't want to hurt her," Bruce said quietly. He wanted to run back to your office and kiss you until you couldn't think straight. Then call your mother and yell at her.

"Just- Please tell me you don't have a wife somewhere?" Clark snorted.

"No," Bruce said rolling his eyes. "That was a publicity stunt. We never even filed papers-"

"Jesus Christ."

"Kidding. Kind of."

[takabinaryy]

Visitors

Parent/Caregiver- Alfred Pennyworth Son/Little-Bruce Wayne Good/supportive friends- Diana Prince & Clark Kent

Diana and Clark go visit Bruce at the manor because he hasn't shown up for a meeting. Will they find a Little Bruce or a Bruce that is in his batcave not wanting to take his cowl off?

originally Clark and Diana were here to speak with Bruce about a meeting he had missed. Just a couple of hours ago , usually the billionaire isn't late to important meetings . So here they both are in front of Wayne manor, slightly startled when it opened, revealing Alfred. Instead of saying anything the man let two in , telling them both he'll be right back, before disappearing into the kitchen once more.

"What was that?"

"What was what Clark?"

"I heard giggling? It's coming from Bruce's study."

" Do you think he has a child here?"

Instead of answering, Clark makes his way to said study with Diana behind him. He opens the door slightly and looks at the sight Infront of them. A giggly Bruce Wayne wearing a soft fuzzy duck onesie with matching socks and a orange pacifier in his mouth. The baby bat has this sleepy look in his eyes, as he plays with a stuffed turtle( "Mr. Jelly" the soft blue turtle stuffie.), and one of those baby sensory cubes. Bruce hasn't noticed them yet , although this wasn't really a secret, the league already knew behind the mask of batman was man that has a adorable soft side to him. But sometimes with how serious he is , the others forget he's a toddler or baby sometimes as a way to cope with things. They didn't know Alfred was behind until he spoke, actually startling both of them.

" he does look more at ease with himself like this , yes "

And as soon as Alfred spoke , the little one looks up at his papa smiling happily. Well smiling behind his paci, not really taking notice to the other two adults behind his father/caregiver. Alfred walks over to Bruce, kneeling slightly and takes the pacifier only to replace it with a see through blue sippy cup of angel milk. Slipping the pacifier in his pocket to get cleaned. Later.

" Tommy darling, it seems your friends miss Diana and mister Clark have came to visit you. Won't you say hi?"

Bruce makes a noise of confusion before moving his head looking pasted his papa to his friends. His baby blues widen with excitement, making little happy toddler noises. Diana smiles her regressor friend and slowly walks over and kneels down to be at his sitting height. The little cold behind his sippy crawling over to the amazon woman, said woman gives Bruce a hug. Clark would have given him a hug first but he wanted Diana to have her moment with thier best friend first, you know Clark being nice and respectful and all.

" Oh little warrior you give the best hugs did you know that? Absolute best! "

"Indeed he does , however his specialty is being a cuddle bug "

"Really? I didn't think Bruce would be the type for cuddles "

" Oh adult Bruce isn't but baby Bruce is , he'll give cuddles anytime he feels like it or just be a cuddle bug because he simply wants to uddles you , mister Clark. Oh wait would either of you like something to drink? Coffee, tea?"

" Clark is just fine Alfred. And tea is fine , thank you. Bruce is definitely a different person when little "

" Oh nothing for me but thank you Alfred "

" Of course "

[talesofphantombandits]

Star Crossed ~ John Murphy. (The 100)

Summary: Beau and John had been friends since childhood, as they both grew so did their relationship, that's until John gets arrested and they are torn apart before anything serious could happen between them. As luck would have it, Beau also gets arrested a week before the 100 are sent to the ground, their reunion is short lived though when Murphy gets banished from camp and Beau gets taken by the mountain men. Will these two star crossed lovers ever find their way back to one another and finally get their happy ending? Not likely.

Character Pairing: John Murphy X Beau Scott.

Masterlist Here!

Taglist ~

Living in Mount Weather wasn’t as bad as Beau first thought it would be. Although now that Clarke had passed decontamination and was reunited with the rest of the group, she had started up her normal chaos. There was thing Beau was really missing though. John Murphy. 

Beau and Murphy had been friends since they were children, a friendship that in time grew into something that might have become more. That’s if John hadn’t of gotten himself arrested, but she wasn’t mad at him she was actually proud of him for doing what was right. She herself had gotten arrested about a week before they were dropped on earth, She was equal parts scared and excited. She didn’t know what to expect when they landed but she just hoped that Murphy would be one of the 100 that was getting dropped, and sure enough when they had all clambered out of the drop ship, there he was celebrating this new found freedom just like everyone around them. They spent most evenings together, but she couldn’t shake her mind about how much he’d changed, the sassy and sarcastic remarks where always there, but the violence and the bullying? But when they would find moments alone the old Murphy would slip out, only for her which gave her hope that in time, when they had settled in their new home he too would settle. When he would do something bad and she would have a go at him over it, he knew exactly how to charm her back into his favour, she could never be mad at him for very long. Or so she thought. 

And then she came close to loosing him, all thanks to a little girl who thought she could do whatever she wanted with little consequence, Beau wasn’t saying that she wanted Charlotte to hang, but that didn’t mean Murphy had to hang for something he was wrongly accused of, She had rushed to his squirming body, holding on for dear life to his legs which were kicking at anything they could. Once she had a firm bearhug grip on his thighs she tried lifting him up with all her might, trying to loosen the grip the rope had on his neck. Then Charlotte made her confession, Beau was so shocked that for a second she let Murphy go, not that it would have mattered because in that second Clarke had severed the rope and Beau managed to soften Murphy’s landing. She immediately removed the rope around his neck with the help of Finn, checking that Murph was breathing and there was no excessive damage to his throat, relived when she found only a single deep red line, she knew though that talking for a few days would be, if not painful then extremely uncomfortable.  

Murphy’s next actions however disgusted her, chanting for them to bring Charlotte out so that she could be hung. And while she was pissed at the obvious unbalance of the camp, no one should have been hung in the first place. When she went to Murphy to try calm him and make him see sense she got shoved back and told to stay out of it. Beau was devastated, she’d never seen this side of him, her hopes of being with him had been crushed yet again, he’s all that she’d thought about since the age of six, she knew that her and Murphy were meant to be together. But now she wondered if that was the case at all, what if all this time the love she felt for the boy in front of her had been one sided. When they all left camp on the hunt for Charlotte, Beau stayed behind. She went back to her and Murphy’s shared tent and tried to sleep, but it was useless.

A good few hours had passed when she heard them all come back into camp again, she shuffled out of bed and just poked her head out when Clarke passed by, she caught her arm and asked where Murphy was. Her heart sunk once more when Clarke informed her that Murphy had been banished on pain of death. No matter how mad she was at him, she was scared. Danger lurked everywhere out there without the protection of the walls and the people, not that the people had been any good at protecting Murphy so far. Still she didn’t know what to do, she wanted to go after him but he could of gotten anywhere by now and the darkness wouldn’t help her find him. 

She decided that once first light came she would search for him, and so she did, every single day she would finish up her chores and the take a walk in a different direction and look for Murphy. But every time she found nothing, not footprints, no discarded clothing, nothing. With everyday that passed that she found no sign of him her heart ached even more, even if this love she felt did happen to be one sided she was still a friend to him. And she would look for him till the ends of the earth if she had to. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when Harper came to sit next to her. “Thinking of Murphy again? I don’t see why you’re hung up on should a bad egg when there is plenty of charming men around her.” She said looking around but Beau knew she only had eyes for one person. 

Beau just rolled her eyes. “That bad egg is my childhood sweetheart, one I just can’t seem to let go go so easily. How’s things with Monty going?” She laughed as Harper snapped around to her quickly, nearly giving herself whiplash, her cheeks blazing hot.

[positively-mine]

Heya^^ I saw how your shop is open and I'd like to order a chocolate cake and a medium lemonade(just some regular relationship hcs^^) The fandom I'd like order my cake from is from BSD please^^

☾Ok some things about myself (so so so sorry if it's too much/long) Ok so for starters my name is Kristina but closer friends call me Kris, Cis fem - Capricorn - infj

☾Appearance wise I'm on the shorter side and have a dark brown pixie cut and dark brown eyes, I have a couple freckles and wear glasses

☾I tend to be more introverted when meeting new people, I can hold a conversation way better when talking to one on one so my attention can only be focused on one person and give them my full attention. One I get more comfortable with someone I tend to be more jokingly sarcastic and like to goof around but I'll always get the hint if they are not in the mood to joke around

☾I'm really passionate about psychology and painting. On the weekends or when I'm finished with work I tend to draw on my sketchbook to visualise my next painting while listening to video essays about different types of diagnosis and how they affect the brain and behaviour(my favourite video essays is Fear of forgetting by Clark Elieson, ok but srs it's so good) and my paintings mostly comsist of still life with warm colours

☾And god forbid if one of my friends lets me ramble about psychology cuz I'll turn a casual convo to a hole ted talk and go on and on until they tell me to shut up(plus I have a inside joke with my therapist that I turned the tables and her therapist)

☾That's kinda it, tysm for giving me this opportunity and don't forget to hydrate!!!!!!!!

character matchup [˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ event]

hi Kristina! thanks for your order and sorry it took a while, I hope you'll enjoy and come again :)

credits at the bottom!

p.s thanks for the reminder, I just realized I only drank 1-2 bottles a day 🥲

I'm going to match you up with dazai or ranpo

for dazai, I can definitely see him taking an interest in you (similarly to how he was with atsushi)

at first he'd be curious because you're kind of quiet

however once you start warming up to him, he's curious to get to know you more

playful banter, a mixture of flirting as well, is thrown back and forth between the both of you

you're interest in psychology catches his attention too

he likes to listen to your take on how each diagnosis affects the way from how one thinks to how they behave

may or may not get into his, yours or both your mental state as well

once you start your speech on psychology, he won't stop you either

he'll sit there with you the entire time

giving you one of his signature smirk /smile

he's happy that you've been able to find your passion and drive in life

beyond that, he's glad that he can share a peice of his mind with someone else

would definitely be interested in your paintings as well

and the thought process behind it

questions you about every single detail

^ asks a lot of why questions as well

sometimes he ponders if your choice of art and colour as well are a reflection of your own mind

he likes to lounge near by and watch as you paint

falling asleep to the sound of your painting and the brush stroking on the paper

likes to call you silly nicknames such as kit / kitkat and so on

when you're both in the office, he likes to rest his head on top of yours and watch as you complete your work

he's bored out of his mind but at least you're there for him to disturb

Ranpo

similarly to dazai, he just likes to cause problems

will confidently strut over to your table and munch on his candies noisily while you're doing your work

don't expect much to get done

with you being his partner, it's like someone he can share his every thought with

(like an open diary essentially)

when you first met him, he was very pushy

always asking what you're listening to or what you're painting

sometimes likes to grab one side of the earpiece and listen to it beside you

but in the end he too, gets invested in what you're listening to and stays by your side

bratty bf

he'll joke with you back but sometimes he'll get upset

so you'll need to pacify him

preferably with candy

when you both get into deep talks he needs to at least have some form of skinship

either by holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder

or both

so if he's upset just sit with him and everything will be okay again

reblogs appreciated!

banners: dazai, ranpo,

[backtotheo]

(joe keery, he/him/his, cismale) who is theo clark anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling thirty and singing karaoke feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re indecisive and have low self-esteem because they care, but they’re also intelligent and adaptable in the best way. he works to make a little money as an employee at the animal shelter (...but he also walks dogs on rover on the side). they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an an apartment. back to december and long live are the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (tw: cancer, about 3/4's of the way into the "backstory" section here!)

basics.

full name: theodore james clark. nicknames: honestly? most people just call him theo, though teddy is a family nickname he'd probably still respond to. gender/pronouns: cismale/he/him/his. sexual orientation: extremely bisexual. birthday: july 22nd. star sign: cancer. cancers are known to be highly intuitive, sensitive...and insecure. occupation: proud employee of the animal care center of new york...and he walks dogs for rover on the side.

personality.

positive traits: intelligent, adaptable, caring, honest, empathetic. negative traits: realistic pessimistic, indecisive, blunt, sensitive…but like not talking about those feelings ever?,  low self esteem while being self-centered. hogwarts house: i know jrk sucks and we do not claim her but the man is a hufflepuff…but a burned one. alignment: chaotic neutral. ennegram: 4w5. personality type: infj. 

backstory.

his childhood was normal. happy, even. except for the part where his parents never let him have a dog because they were 'too busy' for one.

because his parents both had pretty demanding jobs, he was put in a ton of after school activities, but he kind of sucked at sports. so he joined boy scouts and took a bunch of different music lessons. he's pretty decent at guitar and piano and can fake his way through some accordion in a pinch.

theo is the oldest of three and was the child his parents placed their hopes on. his mother is a well-known pediatric oncologist at pittsburgh children's hospital and his father teaches biology at carnegie mellon. everyone assumed that theo would follow in their footsteps. and he did...sort of

he studied biology even though it wasn't really his thing because he wasn't paying for college, his parents were...and he minored in both music theory and psychology, which he liked more.

he met one of he most important people in his life while attending duquesne university in caroline davis.

...they didn't hit it off right away. in fact, at first, she was a bit of a thorn in his side. but a little bonding over a mutual love of music (and the food trucks on campus...) and they clicked. he asked her out around homecoming that first year and the rest is history.

they dated for years. it was very serious. he was two weeks away from buying a ring, honestly. but they spent a really big chunk of their relationship long-distance and it was just...hard. he really fucking loves loved her. but you know what they say...if you love it, let it go. or whatever.

during college, he made spending money at a work study job at the school library, but he made more walking dogs so he quit the work study job and started pet-sitting and dog walking most evenings.

this is where his love of animals began and only started to grow the more he spent times with classmates' and neighbors' pets. he decided to apply to vet school instead of med school, much to his mom's chagrin.

he got in!

...and he dropped out 2 semesters in because he hated it.

theo kept up a pretty big lie for the better part of a year, working odd jobs around pittsburgh and maintaining his off-campus apartment and dodging his parents' questions...until his dad was a guest lecturer to one of his vet school classes and he was nowhere to be found.

his parents gave him two choices: go back to vet school or go back to college and get a degree he would use.

theo chose neither. he packed up his shit, hopped on a bus, and moved to new york city with a collection of cassette tapes, a duffel bag of clothes, and whatever was left in his bank account to his name.

his parents didn't exactly disown him during this period, but they didn't reach out. he found out his mom was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer about 2 months after his move...and she'd been diagnosed a month prior. he heard it from one of his siblings and tried to reach out, but didn't get a response.

she passed away eight months after her diagnosis. he never got a chance to make amends and it's one of his biggest regrets.

he has since reconciled with his dad, but that's something that just..you don't just get over that. he's struggled with it mightily and with the help of a good therapist, he's starting to forgive himself. some.

he intended on reconnecting with caroline when he got there but...well, that didn't turn out so well.

so he couch surfed for a while until he could accept the first non-sketchy craigslist roommate ad he could find and moved into his cornelia street apartment.

he's not sure what he wants to do, really, so he's worked a lot of odd jobs since moving to the city. he's worked at almost every starbucks in an eight block radius of his apartment, bartended for a while, tried his hand working a food truck...but nothing seemed to stick. he paid rent by ubereats-ing most months, until he started walking neighbors' dogs and found something he kind-of-doesn't-hate.

during this in-between time is when he sort of got back into music. one job, he played piano in a restaurant's main dining room. another was a bar where he sweet talked his way into a few gigs. probably ended up meeting the rest of the electric touch crew during this period!

now he's working at the animal shelter, walking dogs using rover, and playing some gigs on the side. thank god for dogs and music.

plots n' stuff.

a roommate. or a few? i could see him having a few to keep costs low and i didn't snag any of the premade skellies for this so if you're down i'm down

found family/besties. i love those vibes especially given he's essentially upped and move away from home knowing like 2 people in the entire city.

people with dogs. either people whose dogs he walks or neighbors who happen to have them. he's like a dog whisperer so if you need a pet sitter he's your guy.

or! shelter volunteers!!!

people from any and all odd job he used to have. like a regular at the coffee shop who can't get their order right now because he left or a co-worker who helped him create a sandwich that's still on a menu at a local restaurant?

random hookups would be an option tbh. he came to new york intending to, like, win back his ex in some kind of rom-com bullshit way, but...well, it hasn't worked out so far.

someone who thought their hookup was more serious than it was would be kind of funny too. we live for miscommunications.

would love some kind of enemies/animosity plot. we'd have to talk it through. could've started with something little and spiraled or maybe they're just besties with caroline and are on her side. or maybe he accidentally ran over your muse's dog's tail on his bike :/

i'm dani. 32. friendly, promise! and i'm open to plotting pretty much anything, honestly! DM's here or on discord are always open to figure some stuff out. i'm danisaurus. over on discord and i'm really looking forward to writing with you all!

[radioactive-earthshine]

*Cracks Knuckles*

If I was a writer at DC currently, specifically in the Superman office, I’d make some big event that revolves around more of Clark’s memories being unlocked and use that as an excuse to bring everyone in the Superfamily back together.

It would start with Kon, who remembers the the past Supergirls and how much he misses them. It would then transition to Metropolis being attacked by Xenon, who’s gunning after Kara and nearly kills her. Kon would have a moment where he remembers hearing that name, and Clark reveals that he also recalls it, but can’t think of from where. After doing some digging, and maybe having to fight him again and just barely win, they realize he’s going after not just Kara, but all Supergirls. So this leads to “Supergirl Hunt”

They go to the Flashfam for help, since this is against someone who’s crossing timelines out of an obsessive drive. The first to be found is Cir/Mia, who’s been running from Xenon for a while now. She crashes into the current reality being chased by Xenon’s goons, running low on energy. Kara saves her and brings her to the fortress so she can rest, and the Superfam talk about their next move. Once John Henry and Nat arrive, Nat instantly remembers Cir, and they have a nice tearful reunion. (Side note: this sets the stage for Cir “wanting to get the team back together” leading to the Supergirls Team of Mia, Traci, and Nat reforming).

Meanwhile, as the Super and Flashfam try to remember others, Xenon attacks Metropolis once more, while also having his henchmen cause trouble for the other heroes in the world to keep them from helping out. This time, he’s gunning for Lana and Karen. However, just as Clark and Kon get there, they’re saved.

It would be revealed that Linda and Mae not only made it to Prime Earth after the events of Convergence, but they also fused together following Dark Crisis and Infinite Frontier. Realizing that he’s severely outnumbered and against the one who banished him to begin with, Xenon retreats to his lair. Meanwhile, the Superfam all meet up again. Clark remembers each of them, and Linda-Mae bawls at the sight of Kara, who’s older and alive, and not doomed to die like she believed she’d sent her to be. Anyways, the Superfam go to Xenon’s lair for a final confrontation, where he’s already waiting for them. He reveals he’s got two surprises of his own, being Chris and Laney (Jon Lane from the N52), who he rescued out of time himself, and then brainwashed. They’ve come into the powers of the Nightwing and Flamebird gods respectively, and are his “ace up his sleeve” to finally kill not only Linda, but the entire Superfam.

Blah blah blah. Big ass battle ensues. Chris fights against Jon, Clark, and John Henry while Laney dukes it out with Kon and the Karas. Linda, Kenan, and Lana, meanwhile, go for Xenon, being non-Kryptonians. During the battle, Kon’s abilities begin to falter and it’s revealed that this is the event where he begins to lose them. Laney goes nova with the powers of the Flamebird, and Kon attempts to sacrifice himself. This makes Lane remember the N52 Kon and helps him break Xenon’s control over him, but it’s too late by that point. Kon grabs Lane, and uses his telekinesis make a bubble around them, keeping everyone else out as the solar flare goes off. But surprise surprise, he’s alive for reasons that’ll be revealed later on.

Meanwhile, Chris has managed to take down John Henry, albeit softly, and is turning all of his attention to Clark and Jon. He accuses Clark of trying to replace him, and being so happy now that he’s surrounded by a real blood family (little shot at DC and their eugenics fest). Clark ofc denies it, and Chris tells him to prove it after opening up portals all around Jon to suck him down. Jon tries to pull a Kon and instead rushes Chris, taking them both through a portal that lands them in the Phantom Zone. Clark cries.

In the end, Linda, Kenan, and Lana defeat Xenon and banish him once again, this time using Kenan’s magic to send him to the Underworld.

Sorry this got so long, this is something I’ve been sitting on for a while now and just really wanted to share wkdhzbajwhsve

This is the kind of passion I like to see. You seem to have a clear and unique vision that would definitely add to the richness of DC and I like that you're incorporating elements across the various Earths we've seen. I gotta know what happens to Chris and Jon though?!

I feel a lot of Chris Kent fans and Superfans would have complaint about this but if it ends on good note...

I appreciate the jab towards DC and their penchant for sweeping adopted family out of the way in favor of biological family.

Tell me what you would do if you had full creative control to write for DC with NO push back from editors and who would you piss off the most with your unhinged creative wiles?

[jadedsnowtiger]

Just a bunch of ideas that seemed to flow together.

Rachel was having a hard time, it had been a bad day for her, her stocking ripped, her math test was a waste of time, and she was sure it wasn't going to have good results. 

The pouring rain matched her mood, as she wiped her eyes walking over to where Gar stood by the car waiting for her to come out of the University, his arms opening wide as she walked towards him.

"Take me home?" She whispered, as he wrapped his arms around her, blinking out the tears of hopelessness that had entered her mind.

"What happened to your stockings?" Gar asked, as he walked her in her side of the car.

"Nails." She shook her head, as she climbed in. "I tore them."

"Okay, you can remove them in the car." Gar smiled, as he moved to the drivers side.

Rachel nodded, looking down to her torn stocking, as she wiped her eyes.

"You had that test down pat." Gar spoke gently, as he leaned over kissing her.  "But I know how to get you to smile."

Rachel looked up to him.

"Dick called, Damian and Jon are at the Justice Tower, wanna go kidnap some kids?"

Gar smiled.

"I just wanna cry." She whispered, as Gar took her hand. The feels were too intense, as she wiped her nose.

"You can cry about how adorable Dami and Jon are." Gar smiled, kissing her hand. 

Rachel blinked out more tears, as she nodded.

"Small cry?" Gar whispered, pulling her into his arms. "You know you passed that test, it's just the weather playing with your head."

Rachel nodded into his shoulder, Gar was the first to notice her depression was stronger when it rained outside.

"But the rain will bring a rainbow." Gar reminded her. "And that rainbow will brighten up your heart."

Rachel looked in the mirror, checking her makeup, as they pulled into the underground parking for League Members, which they both have passes for.

"They will never know." Gar smiled, as he nodded to her, pulling into a spot.

Rachel looked in the mirror, all signs of tears gone from her face, her mascara and eye makeup looked perfect.

"I want them to see me happy." She whispered, as she fixed her lipstick.

Gar parked the car, as Rachel finished, smiling as he looked at her. She could feel his love and affection, she swore his favorite pastime was watching her. 

"The Goth Fairy is here " Gar smiled, as she blushed. "Let's go inside, Clark has your minions."

Rachel's heart melted, as she nodded, Goth Fairy was how Jon saw her, the big sister full of games, stories and adventure, and endless cuddles.

"I want my minions." Rachel nodded, as she turned to open her door.

"Let's go get them!" Gar cheered her on, bring energy to her excitement.

The minions were dressed as animals, silly disguised but it kept the normal heads down. Bruce wasn't ready for Damian to be in public yet, he had too many worries for it to be known he had a fourth son. It was one thing Rachel agreed on, Damian was still a toddler, and needed to grow at his own pace.

Damian and Jon were on children's leashes, running around giggling as they seemed to try to push Clark over with their combined weight.  Rachel hates the leashes, but understands how hard it was to get both kids calm when over excited.

Clark Kent, one human know for entering the Justice League without asking questions, dropped both leashes, as the boys spotted her, running as she knelt down for them to hug her.

Feeling the two little bright stars in her arms, helped her mind, as Jon kissed her cheek.

"Bad test?" Clark asked gently.

"Rachel beats herself up after every test, she hasn't failed one yet." Gar shook his head, she knew he was watching her.

"Nerves?" Clark asked.

Rachel nodded, as Jon clung to her as she stood up. "I seemed to be affected by the weather lately."

Clark nodded, looking at her worried.

"I saved you cheese cake, Dinah brought it in." Clark smiled softly. "It's with Bruce being guarded, I am to drop off the kids with you and head back to Metropolis, I have an interview this afternoon."

Rachel nodded, as she hugged her boys close. Damian accepted the love, as he wrapped himself around her waist.

"Can we keep Jon for the night?" Gar asked.

"His sleep bag is with Batman." Clark nodded. "He said Rachel could use a friendly soul."

"We all could." Gar nodded. "Jon, say bye to Daddy."

Jon jumped out of Rachel's arms after squeezing her, running to his Dad giggling.

"You behave." Clark smiled, holding his son close to his chest. "Eat your vegetables."

"Never!" Jon giggled.

"Have fun." Clark nodded, placing Jon back on the ground. "Love you, Son."

"Love you Daddy!"  Jon waved, as Clark began to walk away.

Gar picked up Jon, as they watched Clark disappear into the main hallways.

"So boy, what should we do?" Gar asked gently.

"Give Rea cake." Damian nodded, escaping from his leash with ease.  

Rachel smiled, as he passed it to her.

"I wanna walk the kitty now." Damian turned to Gar with evil intent.

Rachel just looked at the leash in her hand, unsure of how she felt.

"Well it's only fair." Gar nodded, placing Jon down. "If you have to wear one, so do I." 

Rachel looked back to Gar in fear, he knew her nightmares.

"The boys and I talked." Gar told her gently, taking her hand. "If they have to wear the leash in public, I will play the kitty and let them walk me around safe places, like a pet."

Rachel nodded, it seemed fair, but she didn't like it.

"I don't want you on a leash." She whispered.

"I'm in a harness!" Gar nodded, showing her Damian's backpack. "Nothing around my neck, promise." 

Rachel nodded, as she took the backpack.

"Kitty time." Damian demanded.

"Kitty time." Gar winked at her, as he shifted I to a Bobcat, as Damian and Jon laughed

"I think it's big enough." Rachel nodded, as she moved to place the backpack on Gar as he rubbed his head into her, sending her feelings of love. 

Damian held the leash, as he took Jons hand who was still connected to his own backpack.

Rachel just let the leash drag behind him, Jon wouldn't run off on her, to many strangers.

"So Batman?" Rachel asked, as the boys nodded.

Gar meowed, as he went for Jons  leash treating it like a string, oddly the action easered all fear from Rachels mind. 

Gar tapped at the string, as he played kitty.

"Batman Gar." Rachel reminded him, as he nodded looking sadly at the string, before Damian started to walk towards the offices. 

Walking down a hallway across from the offices, Gar attacked one of the posters, pulling it off the wall, as Damian shook his head, laughing.

"No, kitty!"  Jon called out.

Gar looked up to them, with his poster in his mouth.

"We need to find Batman, not eat Flash!" 

"Meow?" The Tiger tilted his head. 

Rachel just smiled, she needed that, the laughter filled her heart.

Damian laughed, as he playfully pulled the leash, the over hundred pound cat, playfully fell to the floor with his prize.

"Silly kitty." Damian laughed, as Gar chewed on his paperwork.

Rachel just smiled, Wally knew what he did, stepping on Gars tail was inexcusable. 

"Almost to the cheese cake!" Jon giggled, as he pointed to the office main door.

" That cat looks sick." 

Rachel noticed the boys turned around to see the older Flash, Berry.

"He's all green." The Flash smiled, as he walked over. "Is that Wally's newest poster in his mouth?"

Rachel smiled, stepping back allowing the boys to have fun.

"He needs to eat Flashes." Damian nodded, as he moved to Berry with a smile, as Gar followed.

'Good boy.' Raven seemed to be smiling as she spoke to Rachel.

 Gar gave out a rawr, as he walked over to the Flash.

"No,  I am sorry, I am sorry!"

Little Rea laughed inside her mind, as Berry gave a short run around the room, as Gar chased after him, before running into the door of the offices.

"Let's go." Rachel smiled, as Gar as a Human, stood keeping the door open.

 "Thank you." She whispered, smiling as she passed him. "That was the perfect spell Gar."

"I am just that good, Mama." Gar nodded, proud of himself.

Rachel shook her head, as Damian found Bruce's office slamming the door open.

Two yelps from the room, causing Rachel to move ahead as he heard Bruce speak.

"Where did you come from?"

"A pod!" Damian nodded, entering the room.

"Close the door!"  Bruce yelled, as Domain slammed it close.

"Oh shit." Gar was laughing, as he held his hand over his mouth. 

"What just happened?" Rachel asked.

"Bruce was getting lucky.." Gar shook his head, as he laughed. Rachel covered the clueless Jons ears.

"Damian just walked in on them?" Rachel asked, worried.

"Damian has walked in on everyone." Gar was bent over laughing, as Jon looked up not understanding what was going on around him.

"What is funny?" Jon asked in all his cuteness.

"Where are the rest of you?" Batman's head stuck out the door, noticing Rachel, he seemed to relax before bowing his head. "God damn it... The cheese cake, come in Sweetheart."

Batman looked defeated, as Rachel froze.

'Let me take over.' Raven asked, as she took over easily, forcing  Rachel to walk closer.

"Not if you had sex in there, just give me my cake." Raven asked for Rachel, as she held out her hands.

"Fair enough." Batman nodded, as he moved into the office, as Damian was scolding a laughing woman.

"Being naked is for naked time only!" Damian was scolding. The women only laughed harder, as Batman looked at his son.

 "Little Bat." He spoke with some heat. "Here, take this and go, the playroom has friends today."

"Naked time is not allowed between boys and girls!" Damian shook his head crossing his arms. Giving his Dad the speech, Dick had given him.

Batman looked to her, as if she could help, but the laughter from whoever was in the room was intoxicating.

"I just want my cheesecake." Raven smiled, speaking up, as Gar just laughed, as unhelpful as he was, as she pointed to the plate Batman was giving to Damian. 

"I want naked time." Jon spoke up innocently, as Batman dropped the cake.

Raven just sighed, Jon had no idea what was going on, and just wanted to join in. She picked him up, kissing his hands.

"Let's go home." Raven turned to Gar, demanding.

"I'll carry him out." Gar seemed to understand that Damian wasn't going to leave without answers.

"I am sorry, Selina." Gar spoke softly, as he picked up Damian. 

Selina just laughed, as Gar held Damian over his shoulder, as he walked out of the room, as Batman slammed the door behind them, locking it this time.

[jade-escobar]

When We Weren’t Looking | Para

Featuring: Jade Clark with mentions of @rodrigo-esc , Clover Wilson & Jeanette Shapiro Location: San Francisco, CA Time Frame: Sun. to Mon. April 23/24, 2023 Notes: Some Jadrigo cuteness! And Jeanette. 🙄

Jade had been her happiest she could recall feeling over the past month. Her professional and personal lives were both in marvelous places. Not only had Fresh Start Catering been thriving and nearing the debut of its food truck, but she had a solid, reliable and talented crew supporting her and the business. Adding to that, the pure bliss of her being in love for the first time and Jade was moving a bit lighter, smiling more genuinely and enjoying her days more.

When it came to her happiness and her being in love, it didn’t take long for her crew to pick up on it. She’d been a bit coy and evasive during the first week of their relationship. The next week, however, during Spring Break when Rodrigo spent the week at her apartment and the two of them had been texting each other often, her discretion had gone out of the window. Rodrigo’s visit toward the end of her work day on one of the days just added to it with Andrea giving a playfully sung, “Ooooooo” with the heart eyes the new couple was giving each other. Of course she was actually happy for the two of them.

With Hamilton now closed, Jade enjoyed the overnight stay at her boyfriend’s place. She hadn’t really been there before, but she knew from a previous photo in their texts that she loved Rodrigo’s bedroom. She’d talked to him some more about the many books he had shelved. At some point, she noticed a few cat accessories stored a little bit away with no cat, which led to a brief mention of Julia. Gleaning it was a bit of a sore subject, Jade moved away from it and asked him to show her the rest of his place within the home.

It’d been late by the time they were done walking around Rodrigo’s part of the home. They were both a bit wired from the show when they’d arrived, but both of them had to be up early and had to get ready for bed. Jade went through her nighttime routine and with her phone charging for the night on a portable power bank, she’d pulled up a playlist of some easygoing R&B and soul songs. Cuddled face-to-face in Rodrigo’s bed, she lightly traced her fingers along his hairline and the shell of his ear, all while sharing some tender pecks on the lips with him until sleep overtook affection.

-   -   -   -   -

By the next morning, Jade had quietly gotten up and ready for the day, trying not to wake Rodrigo. Her work days almost always started earlier than his. But she’d had herself fully dressed in her typical catering attire with her box braids pulled back in a low ponytail. Her make-up was done in natural tones across her face and a pale pink shade of gloss on her lips. Once she had her belongings collected in her bag, she bent over Rodrigo on his side of the bed and whispered, “I love you. I’ll call you later.” She kissed him on his temple and turned to go, only to gasp and feel herself being tugged backward by the hem of her jacket. Jade recovered from the surprise and let out a small squeal at Rodrigo’s arm snaking around her and pulling into the bed.

Jade laughed a bit when he lazily kissed at her cheek and neck. “I have to go to work!” she lightly whined, not even fighting him. In fact, she’d been grinning and let out a happy sigh at first, but eventually, after a few returned kisses that left some lip gloss-stained impressions on Rodrigo’s face, Jade had to insist that he let her get going. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” And with that, she’d left with  smile on her whole face.

Her work day ended up being busy, working with her crew on existing orders, taking in new ones, and scheduling interviews to hire two more employees for the addition of the food truck. She took a break to call Rodrigo during his prep period, keeping the call as brief as possible so not to disrupt his work day too much. At that time, she’d also made sure to drink plenty of water and consumed a granola bar and a small garden salad in the tiny office space where she handled the logistical side of the business. Towards the end of the day, Jade frosted and decorated a sheet cake for a company celebrating an employee’s retirement. She and Andrea were the last to leave for the day, locking up and bidding each other goodbye with promises to see the other the next day.

Upon arriving to her apartment complex, Jade brought her overnight bag and a brown paper bag with some extra pineapple coconut scones for Rodrigo and Clover. Before she reached the stairs leading to hers and Clover’s unit, however, she saw Rodrigo was there and her smile returned immediately. While she knew she would be seeing him after work, him being there ahead of her had been a pleasant surprise. And the fact that he’d been waiting outside of the complex told her that Clover wasn’t there to let him in. That, or he was simply waiting for her.

The butterflies started up inside of her again at the thought of the latter.

Jade walked right up to him, letting her tote bag drop to the ground as soon as they were in front of each other. As soon as Rodrigo bent to accommodate her petite height, she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck--one hand still gripping the bag of scones. She kissed him full on the lips and then let him know that she had some leftovers for him and Clover. She’d started to reach for her tote that held her overnight items but Rodrigo picked it up before her and gave her an affectionate bop on her ass once she led the way up the stairs. Jade giggled a little and shook her head at him, all the while wondering how much she loved this man.

-   -   -   -    -

Throughout the entire exchange at the bottom landing of Jade and Clover’s apartment, it seemed that both Jade and Rodrigo were blissfully unaware that they were being watched. In fact, a few minutes prior to Jade’s arrival, Rodrigo was being watched but was of little concern until Jade showed up and walked right into his arms. It was at that point that several bells and alarms went off, photos were snapped from a distance, and a phone call was made.

“I didn’t really know what you were wanting me to watch for but did you know that she’s seeing someone now?”

On the other end of the line, there was a beat of silence, followed by the sharp, single response of Jeanette Shapiro reacting, “What!?”

“It’s unmistakable. She and this man had their arms around each other and were kissing each other. And then they went up to her apartment together.”

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t look like anyone whom you or I would know. Jade certainly seems comfortable with him.”

Another beat of silence. This one seemed to stretch on longer than the last before Jeanette asked, “What, exactly, does he look like?”

“I’d say somewhere between five-ten and six feet, Latino, short black hair, close-trimmed facial hair. Ears stick out a little but not much. Not like Will Smith. I have a picture but I don’t think it would be enough to identify him.”

Jeanette remained silent for a little while longer, but it seemed that she was waiting to receive the photo. Once she spoke up again, her voice seemed tighter, icier. “I know exactly who it is. Who he is.”

“You do? Okay...so... do I need to do some digging on him or something? Do you want me to continue watching Jade’s apartment?”

“No, don’t waste your time. Now that I know who she’s seeing, I can take care of things from here. She will not embarrass me.”