#clark: *failing miserably to not smile*

[loislaneandherhimbohusband]

the look of clark kent watching lois yelling at someone she definitely should not be yelling at.

[caitified]

can we get a caitlin x reader where reader is a fan and meets cc in Indy at an event and they just click. caitlin isn't fully out to her teammates though so she's trying to be lowkey with her flirting and is failing miserably lol

flirt

caitlin clark x reader

warnings: a little awkward, inspired by caitlin at the gala a few weeks ago, requests are open!

the gala is in full swing, filled with everyone from sports icons to industry insiders, and you’re just trying to soak it all in. you’re there representing your broadcasting company, a little starstruck but trying to keep it cool—until you spot caitlin clark a few feet away. she’s standing with a whole group of her indiana fever teammates, laughing and mingling: kelsey, temi, nalyssa, katie lou. they’re all impressive, but it’s caitlin who has this energy that keeps drawing your attention.

you’re doing your best not to stare, but caitlin glances up and catches your eye, a little smile tugging at her lips. then, without missing a beat, she excuses herself from the group and walks over, her teammates too caught up in their own conversations to notice her laser focus on you.

“hey,” she says, her tone casual but that smile just a little too interested to be entirely professional. “having a good time?”

“yeah, it’s amazing,” you reply, trying not to sound too flustered. “honestly, it’s a bit surreal seeing everyone in one place.”

she laughs, leaning in a little. “trust me, we’re just normal people. maybe a little taller than most.” there’s this spark in her eyes, and she finds these tiny excuses to brush her hand against yours or lean just a bit closer than necessary. every time, your heart skips, but each time one of her teammates glances over, she shifts back, trying to look casual. problem is, she’s terrible at being subtle.

kelsey notices first, raising an eyebrow as she looks between the two of you. “caitlin, making new friends?”

caitlin gives her a look, doing her best to play it cool. “yeah, just, you know… networking.”

“networking, sure,” kelsey says with a smirk before wandering off, clearly amused.

caitlin rolls her eyes, muttering, “ignore her.”

“oh, i don’t mind,” you tease, grinning. “she’s just picking up on your very subtle flirting.”

caitlin flushes but tries to laugh it off. “i don’t flirt,” she says, then quickly adds, “but… hypothetically, if i were—would it be working?”

you’re about to answer when temi appears, glancing between the two of you with a knowing smile. “hey, are we interrupting something?”

“nope!” caitlin says a little too quickly, shooting you an almost guilty smile. “just… talking shop.”

temi nods, clearly not buying it but not pushing either. “right. well, we’re heading over to grab drinks. want to come?”

caitlin hesitates, glancing at you. “actually… i think i’ll stay here a bit.”

temi raises an eyebrow, clearly holding back a grin. “sure thing,” she chuckles, walking back to the others.

as soon as she’s gone, caitlin sighs, giving you a lopsided smile. “this is going so well, huh?”

“you’re not as subtle as you think,” you laugh.

she bites her lip, looking down for a second, then pulls a small card from her pocket. “here, for networking,” she says, handing you her number scribbled on it.

“totally professional, right?” you ask, mirroring her grin.

“of course,” she replies, her eyes twinkling. “though… if you’re around later, maybe we can expand this networking session.” she winks, cheeks flushed as she tries to play it off, failing miserably.

her teammates are watching as she rejoins them, giving her all kinds of teasing looks, but you’re left there with her number in your hand, grinning to yourself and already looking forward to whatever might happen next.

part 2? lesson coming soon for all that asked

[jor-elsemissary]

Senator Jonathan

Pete Ross coming back to visit the Kent's. But like finding Lionel opening the door.

Pete: what the!?!

Lionel: Oh the Ross boy

Pete: WHY!?!

Lionel: Because Jonathan is too damn stubborn for his own good. Martha needs a break. And Jor-el is on radio silince

Pete: OH GOD YOU KNOW THE SECRET!

Lionel: Also Lex and Chloe.

Pete:

Pete:

Lionel: You kill me and Martha will ground you.

Martha: Pete no murdering

Martha: Lionel don't tease Pete.

“You stole my family’s processing plant,” Pete accused the man who in turn simply nonchalantly shrugged. He couldn’t believe that his best friend and his mother were now in bed with Lionel Luthor. Although he suspected quite literally with Missus Kent and he doesn’t know how to process that tid bit if it’s true.

“I made a business offer and your father found it agreeable,” the bastard replied. “If you want to blame someone, blame him.”

“Your offer was less than what the plant was worth! You intentionally deceived him!”

Luthor simply sighed and bit into the apple he had been holding. After swallowing the bite, he met Pete’s gaze and firmly said, “It is business. The buyer always tries to acquire at the lowest price. It is not my fault the seller accepted the offer. In the end the decision was his.”

Pete glared at him. He wanted to punch the man so much and he wished he still had the elastic powers the meteor rock gum had given him. “You lied and manipulated your way into buying the plant.”

The older man held up his hands, “Guilty as charged. It still doesn’t change the fact that your father accepted the deal. But if you really want to blame someone,” here he leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, “Blame Jonathan Kent.”

That threw him for a loop, “What?”

“Oh? You don’t know?”

“What does Mister Kent have to do with any of this?”

Luthor smiled that snake smile, “He is the one who persuaded the Ross Brothers to sell.”

“Liar!” Pete accused, refusing to believe that the Kents had helped Luthor all along. “Mister Kent hated you! He would never have helped you buy the plant.”

“That is precisely why he hated me.”

Pete was at a loss for words. The idea that Jonathan Kent would have helped Luthor acquire his family’s plant was ludicrous, but it would explain the man’s animosity and mistrust toward him. But why would Clark’s father do it? He frowned as he thought about it and what Luthor would have done to get the Kents to help.

“You had something on him,” he accused and when Luthor’s smile faltered just a bit, he knew he was right. “Was it Clark? You threatened Clark?”

Luthor scoffed in reply, “Don’t be ridiculous. I wasn’t aware of Clark’s origins back then.”

“But you used him somehow.” Pete tried to figure out what it was that had been played against Jonathan Kent. He was certain it involved Clark but if Luthor hadn’t been aware back then, then what?

“Does it matter?” the old man pointed out. “What is done is done. In the end, your father and uncle agreed to sell. You can blame me all you want, it doesn’t change that fact.”

“Does Clark know?” Pete asked.

“Know what?” said the young man being discussed as he entered the kitchen with a bundle of groceries.

“That Luthor used your father against my family?” Pete tried not to sound upset over it but he knew he was failing miserably. That upset became stronger as he watched Clark’s expression fall. “You knew.”

“Mom and Dad told me back during that Rachel Dunlevy incident,” Clark revealed and eyed the man who caused so many problems for them during that whole ordeal. “What did you just do to Pete?”

Luthor sighed again and rolled his eyes, “I’ve done nothing but defend myself. He is the one harassing me and over a business deal made between me and his family years ago. He is apparently still upset over the decision his father made.”

“Pete,” Clark looked sympathetically at his friend.

“You know how I feel about it,” Pete argued.

“Yeah, but harassing him won’t help.”

“You’re going to defend him?”

“Yes and no,” Clark tried to play devil’s advocate. “While I don’t agree with how he did it, he’s not wrong that the decision ultimately was your dad’s.”

Pete simply stared at his best friend, a title he was finding himself reconsidering in this moment, “I…”

“Don’t be angry with him, Mister Ross,” Luthor spoke up and moved to step between the two friends. “If you must be angry, then let it be with me. It’s not like you could do much about it anyway.”

“I can litigate against you,” Pete threw at the man who just laughed at the idea.

“Over what? A business deal that was solidly sound?” Luthor shook his head and took another bite of the apple.

“I was thinking more along the lines of prosecution,” he elaborated.

Luthor snorted in bemusement, “Your mother tried years ago and it nearly cost her, her license.”

“Pete’s studying law,” Clark mentioned and the man raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?”

“I already have enough evidence to bring you and LuthorCorp to court,” the young man threatened and then was thrown back when Luthor simply shrugged it off.

“You mean Lex and LexCorp,” he corrected. “I am no longer the owner of the company, least of all responsible for its past, present or future dealings.”

“Lionel,” Clark interceded with a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and help mom with the groceries?”

Luthor looked to Clark and then to Pete before shrugging again and biting the apple once more. He nodded to Pete before stepping outside to go find Martha Kent. Pete watched him leave with a slight spring to his step and looked to his friend, “Please tell me they aren’t dating?”

“They… are,” Clark hesitantly answered. “About a year now.”

“Why?!?”

Clark shrugged as he looked through the walls of the farmhouse to observe his mother with the man. “I have no clue what my mom sees in him.” He met Pete’s gaze, “But she seems to believe there is good in him.”

“You don’t?”

Clark pursed his lips, “A smidge maybe.” He closed his fingers together to emphasize his point. “But Mom thinks it’s enough to get him to be a better man. Granted, he isn’t as conniving and vile as he use to be but he’s still manipulative and a liar.”

Pete took a deep breath, “I leave town with Mom to protect you from him and I come back only to find your mother is dating him? This town is more fucked up than I remember.”

“Uh… thanks?” Clark rolled his eyes.

“It’s not a compliment.”

“Yeah I figured. Want to shoot some hoops to work off some of that anger?” his best friend offered and Pete grinned.

“Sure.”

[nullusreimorio]

Brooke Rose's adventure

Pairing: Eli Clark/Luca Balsa Rating: General Audience Word count: 1212 words Enjoy ^^

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Despite being a mystic creature, the Seer’s owl often displayed a behavior fitting for a curious cat. It wasn’t uncommon for her and Apostle to chase each other, whenever the two factions came together. And just like a curious cat, she would often wander the manor, flying and exploring every possible corner, sometimes giving lifts to Kurt Frank whenever he was in his tiny form.

One day, Brooke found herself tangled in cables, shrieking in hopes to be heard from her companion. It was a dark room full of machinery and blueprints, like a study or laboratory of sort, divided in three different corners where different kind of pieces and metallic shapes took place.

Despite her best efforts, it seemed like her connection with the Seer was not going to work with how dark the study was. But she didn’t give up, trying her best to free herself, and failing miserably, her shrieks turning into soft coos. Did she learn something on today’s adventure? Yes. It’s better to pull Eli’s hair and force him to go with her than be alone and imprisoned in this cold, cruel world-

The sudden light coming from the newly opened door was enough to interrupt her soliloquy, a startled hoot surprising the newcomer. “What the- How did you get in here??”

Gloved hands skillfully freed the cooing bird. Brooke soon flew to rest on top of the fluffy brown hair of her savior, her hero. Yet said hero only made a confused noise, putting the cables into the correct order and checking that everything was alright in his shared studio. It would have been a disaster if Tracy or Charles’ experiments and plans were to be damaged because of that stupid bird.

It was only when Brooke started tugging at his hair that Luca took her off of his head, holding her in his hands and looking at her curiously.

“Stupid, stupid bird. You shouldn’t wander around like this. I saw Eli having to rely on other people to walk correctly since you weren’t by his side. C’mon, I’ll bring you to him.” The only answer Brooke gave him was a soft coo, getting comfortable in his hands as Luca came out of the study. His footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, lulling the owl into a dozing state, interrupted only by the occasional twitch in the inventor’s left hand. She couldn’t get a single moment of shut-in even when his hand relaxed a couple minutes later, as when they turned the corner, they collided against another person, Brooke saving herself thanks to being… well, an owl. Luca wasn’t as lucky though, almost falling on his arse.

“I’m sorry- Oh, Brooke! There you are! Are you ok? Why was it suddendly dark?” At the sight of her companion, the owl immediately nestled in his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek and cooing in reply to his worries. The Seer petted the soft feathers of his owl, but soon stopped and regarded instead Luca, who was looking at them. He seemed nervous, somehow. His usual smirk wasn’t in place.

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience Brooke caused, mr. Balsa.” “Oh please, I found her by chance- Uhm, call me Luca please. We are all on the same b in this manor, after all.” Eli only smiled. It was difficult to understand if it was a mocking or genuine smile, as his eyes were covered as usual. “Thank you for finding Brooke, Luca. I’m indebted to you.” “That’s… no need for that, Eli.”

The Prisoner looked more and more nervous, playing with his fingers and looking at the owl rather than the Seer. He was fascinated by him and how his powers worked. Since he saw his old mentor alive again and with some powers again, he was more curious about mysticism now. Never would he ever thought that his interest would be matched with a inquisiviness in magic.

“I insist. You know Brooke is much more important to me than a normal pet, so it’s only fair I repay you being her hero” Ok that was 100% mockery. Or was it? His deep chuckles were far from it. He was jesting.

“It’s what Brooke thinks of you. You are her hero, after all, saving her from a dark room full of possibly dangerous objects for her”

Oh. It was genuine. Alright cool, cool. How do you talk to pretty boys again-

“Th-Then.. if it’s not too much, can I ask you-”

Luca couldn’t even finish his sentence. It felt like Eli already knew what he was going to ask, and his lips drew in a tight line. The inventor interrupted himself, the silence between them uncomfortable before Brooke cooed at Luca, detaching herself to nestle on his head once more.

“… Can I ask you how come your owl is on such bad terms with the cat?” The Seer’s mouth opened a bit in shock before releasing his laughter, clearly took by surprise at such a question. Who the hell knew why those two mystic animals had such a poor relationship? “I believe it’s because they are from two different faiths. The same way, Fiona’s key and Patricia’s skull also react negatively oftentimes. But since it we have to live in the same space, I think they’ll get along soon. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Luca couldn’t suppress the leap his heart did, hearing how loving and soft the Seer’s voice became when addressing Brooke Rose. He wanted to hear more of it, and if the bird loved him for saving her, that was good enough of an excuse.

“Uhm- Eli, do you like tea?”

Do you like tea???? That was it, he was doomed. That was such a lame question- who doesn’t like tea? God above he was feeling more pathetic than ever. Yet Eli looked so at ease, his gentle smile still in place.

“I prefer herbal infusions over tea, but I will still drink it nonetheless. I’d love it if you would have tea with me, Luca. And maybe a slice of acorn cake? It’s my favourite dessert.” Oh dear he got closer. Oh God he’s actually closer. He can see a tuft of his hair- a different brown than his- peek out of his hoodie. “I… uhm, yeah, I’d.. like to try it.” At that, Brooke hooted happily, ruffling her own feathers in excitement and flapping her wings briefly, preparing to fly back to her companion once more. The mood between him and her savior was satisfactory. She will be flying back to his studio more often, especially since his hair was soft enough to take a nap on.

“I look forward to it. Thank you again for finding Brooke, Luca. Oh, and..”

As he talked, his hands went to the prisoner’s head, fixing the strands that were messed up by the owl’s antics. If he noticed Luca’s eye widen, or how his breath hitched, he said nothing of it, instead gently running his fingers through the interested strands.

“… there you go. I hope you have a nice day, Luca. And good luck with any match you might have.”

“Ah- y-yes, you too, thank you-”

Did Brooke learn a new lesson today? Indeed, she learned that exploring the Manor made her life more interesting.

[inmydr3amz]

Page 14

"(...) and felt incredibly childish. I took my word of the day calendar and surf figurines home again."

"My cherry-red skirt flips out (...)"

I feel like she's supposed to be like Lou Clarke from me before you, eccentric, different, true to herself with a unique colorful sense of style and odd interests/collectibles but she's failing miserably because at least Lou had charm and actually acted her age. You'll notice Lou never kept up a year long burning hatred for Will just because he never smiled back the first time ...

[crypticcodexcreations]

Hello and happy STS, Cryptic! :D This is for a WIP of your choice (though as a light suggestion, given the content of this question, Hell's Casino would be hilarious here): If your main characters were sucked into our world, The Devil Is a Part-Timer-style (i.e., dropped into our world without the resources/status they had in theirs, transformed into basically human with no powers, and the only thing they've got are the clothes on their back and their memories), how well would they fare? What would they do to survive, who's failing at adapting and how, and most importantly, who is working at McDonald's?

I can not even begin to describe the absolute joy this ask has brought me! The Devil is a Part-Timer is one of my absolute favorite animes and as such, I don't think I can resist the urge to talk about this for multiple WIPs. This is probably going to get long as I ramble on in my excitement, so I'm going to be nice and put a read more here

So, Hell's Casino is honestly pretty easy because my partner once pointed out that The Demon, Sainsevalurius, is kind of a demon Ariel! Hector is from our world, so he would fall into it pretty well, but if they were working together, he'd have to put Sainsevalurius on a child leash or he would lose this little human culture obsessed idiot demon. And that's not to say that Sainsevalurius couldn't take care of himself. He's been finding ways to survive amongst much more traditionally stronger demons for quite some time. However, he would forget that he's lost his powers sometimes and end up lost, and possibly hurt. If he were alone, however, he would definitely get into a lot of trouble. He could hold a job pretty well though and would likely be more than happy to end up at McDonald's. He would absolutely play mind games with rude customers though.

On the Cross Over front, much like Hector, Agent is from a world too similar to ours to have much trouble. Mortimer and Michael, though, would both be interesting. Mortimer would have to have a human face instead of a radio head which would be its own adjustment. First of all, eyes are not a thing he has or wants to have. He would likely need a lot of time to adjust to having senses like sight and smell, only to then have to grapple with the loss of his steampunk style of technology. For him it would just be blow after blow to what he's used to, leaving him sitting at home and trying desperately to catch up constantly. Meanwhile, Michael used to be an adventurer. He is very much adaptable and loves nothing more than to help. He would absolutely end up happily working at McDonald's so that they could eat, but he would also be every staff member there's favorite coworker. If you've ever seen the comic panel of Superman, in his Clark Kent disguise, smiling politely at someone as they realize that shaking his hand hurts, that's Michael at rude customers. So overly polite, but exuding an aura of "Knock that shit off"

And now, I haven't talked much about the characters I'm about to mention, but I have to address them. In a recent snippet, I revealed Alastor and Asterius. I don't have a name for their story, and really it's only Alastor's story, but. This kind of IS the plot of Alastor's story. Alastor tore his own world apart to remake it to be "better", then couldn't put it back together. I haven't decided what kind of world Alastor ends up in. I keep going back and forth between a world that also has magic, but that he can't use or a modern day our world type world. However, I do know that in a world like ours, he would struggle constantly, always be miserable, and curse every god his world had had to offer.

Asterius, on the other hand, would welcome the lack of magic, having believed all his life that he would be the one to tear their world apart and leave it in shambles. The poor boy would probably cry upon being told that the magic of the prophecy he felt bound by is nothing more than superstition and he could find work pretty easily considering their parents were farmers before their birth. He's quiet and shy, but he would do good work. He'd get overwhelmed somewhere like McDonald's but he would be more than happy to just do farm work for the rest of his life.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 25b

*Warning - Adult Content*

The two were smiling tenderly at each other and observing one and other without blinking. 

Damien finally looked away, letting a small laugh escape his lips. 

Nabokov got up while Damien smilingly watched the Russian walk towards the long table, trying hard to not stare at Nabokov's butt but failed miserably. 

Nabokov returned a few seconds later with the cake in his hands. 

The wealthy man offered Damien a large portion of the dessert and took a smaller one for him. 

Damien took a few bites of the pie that made his mouth watered. 

He didn't regret staying after all. This cheesecake was really something.

"More wine?" Nabokov offered him.

"Yes, please."

Nabokov poured the drink into Damien's glass while looking straight at him. Damien, oddly, didn't look away. 

Damien thanked Nabokov for filling his glass and Nabokov collected his that he promoted in the air.

"Let’s make a toast?" he suggested.

Damien grabbed his glass as an answer.

"To this ‘shitty’ dinner?" Nabokov proposed in a humorous tone.

Damien smiled slightly as his glass collided with Nabokov's to conclude the toast. 

The two men took a sip, their eyes locked to each other.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"  

Damien shrugged.

"If I do so, there won't be much intrigue left to figure out about me," Damien said with a weak satisfied smile, clearly pleased with his words, which were subtly mocking Nabokov.

Nabokov also seemed amused by Damien's audacity.

"Damien, even if you tell me all about your life story, there'll always be that mysterious side that attracts me about you."

These words disturbed Damien, though he didn't show it did. 

From what he understood earlier, Nabokov said he wasn't sure he was attracted to him. 

Once again, Nabokov's words were pure contradictory but it was certainly not Damien who would point that out to him. 

He realized in doing so could eventually turn into his disadvantage.

"Why don't we talk about you instead? How did you manage to develop this lucrative company?" Damien says, doing his best to take control of the conversation.

Admittedly, it was sort of a tactic but Damien was sincerely interested to learn how Nabokov had been able to achieve the building of a billionaire empire.

"Talking about work is rather boring, no?" Nabokov replied with his faint smile.

"What do you want to talk about then?"

Nabokov took a few seconds to answer, which made Damien sense he was going to regret asking this question.

"I want to play."

Damien arched an eyebrow.

"You want to play?"

"Hmm hmm."

Damien let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uh, okay. Play what? Monopoly? Cards?" Damien said, laughing.

"Pool."

Damien briefly glanced at the roof, trying to spot a pool table but found none. 

He was no longer certain whether Nabokov was still playing him or if the man was really serious.

"One round, then," Damien said, agreeing to the game.

"I want three."

Nabokov might demand something but that didn't mean he was going to get it. 

Damien wanted to show to the billionaire that he couldn't always obtain what he wished. 

Sadly, life didn't work that way. 

Damien Clark was going to bring Alexander Nabokov back to reality.

"It's getting late, Alexander," Damien pointed it out to him.

Indeed, not very long and the clock will hit midnight. 

With three rounds of a pool game, there was a big chance Damien would be heading home around one or two in the morning. 

It wasn't so much a problem since Damien was on vacation but he felt he was on the verge of crossing a line and he didn't know why he felt that. 

He was a grow man after all so he could stay up as late as he wanted. 

However, something inside him kept telling him there was something wrong in being in the company of an acquaintance this freaking late. 

And Nabokov was not just any acquaintance.

"Well, since you insist so much, I want four rounds now," Nabokov told him, his tone low and sure.

Damien chuckled and shook his head.

 From the impression Damien got from Nabokov, the man seemed to only do what he wanted and rarely taking others ideas and opinions into consideration.

"Are you always this bossy?" Damien asked.

A smirk appeared on Nabokov's face.

"Only at work and in bed."

Damien promptly swallowed his smile quickly. 

A perplexed expression remained frozen on his face while his member woke up even more. 

Damien felt suddenly warm and explicit images of Nabokov on a bed, ‘naked’ appeared, so as the erotic dream of the other day. 

Damien quickly swept his thoughts away before... 

What the hell was up with him suddenly with these erotic scenes filling his head? 

He was in an amazing relationship for God's sake. 

It was one thing to be attracted to someone's beauty but another to imagine that person naked. 

A great feeling of genuine remorse seized Damien, who naturally thought of Craig. 

He had to pull himself together and prove to the wealthy man he wasn't affecting him in any way. 

Damien managed somehow to put his discomfort aside and display a cheerful smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this cause I don't think you'll be able to recover from the beating I'm about to give you?" Damien scoffed in hoped of lightening the atmosphere that had swiftly turned into an extreme tension. Nabokov flashed him a grin.

"Is it the cake that's giving you so much strength?" Nabokov said, smirking.

Damien looked smilingly at him with a gleam of wry amusement in his eyes.

"You'll figure it out soon enough."

The two men looked at each other relentlessly, exchanging a smile that seemed to express several meanings.

"Game on, Damien."

Damien took a sip of his wine and licked his upper lip, glancing at his upcoming opponent. 

Nabokov's intense grey eyes fell on Damien's lips and a smirk appeared on his face. 

A smirk that sent shivers all over Damien's body.

"Yeah. Game on, Alexander."

[thiccpersonality]

Baby Bird Protection Squad, Go!

It's been a grueling day with Batman...to be honest, the League don't even know why the man is so snippy today. The Flash (Wally West) says it's because his eldest child got turned into a child again, so his mama bear instincts are going wild at anyone perceived as a threat. Wonder Woman herself agreed with Wally's statement to an extent, she thinks it's just nerves at seeing his eldest so young again and not because he's fearful...at least she hopes not.

Anyway, it's been a very tiring day with the Bat. Especially since he's been demanding everyone train extra hard now that his child is a literal child, when Hal tried asking why they needed to, he got THE GLARE™ sent his way.

Now Batman has most-if not all-of the Justice League on a private training field, the Bat standing above them on top of a building like a creep watchful god of some sort (The Flash: "probably a god of death.) Batman's eyes narrow disapprovingly at some of the younger Leaguers falling to their knees with a loud groan, Wally being one of them, the ginger avoiding eye contact with Batman despite feeling THE GLARE™ being singed into the back of his head. "Flash..."

Wally groans whines loudly at the disappointment dripping in Bruce's tone, the only thing managing to keep him upright is the infectiously happy giggles coming from Richard.

"What!? You have had me running for who knows how many hours now? My metabolism is quick, I need food and water." Wally freezes when looking up at the Bat, a chill running down his spine at the man's lips pulling further into a frown at his comment. "I saw you sneaking in snacks while training. You are plenty fed and hydrated, don't think I don't know when you quickly zip off to get more food or water." Curse the man for always knowing-wait, a distraction...maybe if Wally finds a distraction then things might work out in his favor. Flash scans the different group of heroes and makes a loud noise at noticing Clark and Diana not really participating.

The young man points at the older two frantically, "Look! Look at them, Batman! Those two aren't training! Why aren't you getting on their backs for it? They are just watching us fail miserably."

Batman stares down at his two friends for a brief moment, glare still on his face and frown on his lips despite the small child climbing on top of him like a jungle gym. "How mature of you-" he responds in a deadpan tone-"Pinning blame on not just one, but two, of your senior heroes. All because you don't want to take accountability for your laziness."

The Flash stutters, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water at being called lazy. He isn't lazy! Who even trains this much anyway? Before Wally can defend himself, Richard peeks over Batman's leg to look down at him, his small gloved hand tugging at Bruce's cape. "What's wrong with him? Isn't he a superhero? Why is he so tired? Isn't he a professional? Who ever heard of a lazy hero? Why does he eat so much? I'm hungry, B...can I have some food?" Wally blinks in bafflement under his mask, his own mind trying to process what the child just said. For a moment, the young hero is almost afraid Bruce is going to turn his frustration onto the adorable little boy, but he is pleasantly surprised and shocked to see THE Batman smile slightly before looking down at Richard.

The man reaches into one of his belt compartments to pull out a packet of Cheez-Its and Goldfish, holding the snacks out to the small boy as if it's an offering to pacify a deity.

"Which one, Chum?" Richard blinks up at the snacks, his eyebrows pinching together in thought while his cute little nose scrunches up. "How 'bout both? Pleeeease?" At this point, most of the League has stopped their training to watch the wholesome scene, some heroes trying to hold back their squeals and others not believing the scene playing out before them.

Batman sighs and is about to explain to Robin about how he can't have both, but the wide eyed stare the boy is giving him breaks down any refusal he was going to give. With a fond sigh, Bruce opens up the two bags before handing them over to Richard and patting his fluffy head lovingly. "Make sure to chew your food, okay? It's not going anywhere." Batman reaches to pick up his megaphone again, the man staying in a squat this time around, someone in the crowd of heroes loudly cooing at Robin situating himself in-between Bruce's legs to poke his head out of the hole his arm and leg create. All while happily munching away on his snacks as Bruce turns to glare harshly at the League again, the megaphone screeching loudly as he yells.

"Get back to training! I'm not paying you to laze around and play nice with each other! As long as my son is this small, he WILL be getting the best protection from all of you!" Batman sends one last scolding glare Wally's way, "And I mean ALL of you!"

The Flash groans and takes his position, his eyebrows pinching together in intense thought before he confusedly asks Hal-

"We get paid?"

(This is what popped into my head seeing this photo. I know Batman isn't holding a megaphone in the picture 😂, but he looks like he's screaming angrily at someone. If anyone stops by to read this silly thought that popped into my head, you are much appreciated!

Please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

lil dickie got bored on a stakeout :/

[the-knight-tree]

The swap

Episode Title: A Day in Each Other's Shoes

Scene 1: Waking Up in Chaos

Brook Town, where Oak wakes up in the Kent house on the Second Candle Day. He blinks groggily, looking around the unfamiliar room. The bed feels different, and when he glances over, he sees Lois lying next to him.

Oak (as Clark):

(internally) "Where am I? Why does this room smell like hay... and pancakes?"

Lois stirs awake, turning to Oak with a sleepy smile.

Lois:

"Clark, why are you staring at me like that? Are you okay?"

Before Oak can respond, he panics and, instinctively using his speed, crashes into the wall, leaving a gaping dent. Lois gasps but starts laughing.

Lois:

"Clark! What are you doing? Did you have another one of those weird dreams again?"

Jonathan and Jordan rush in to see Oak sprawled on the floor.

Jonathan:

"Dad, are you okay? What happened?"

Oak (as Clark):

"I'm not Clark! I’m Oak! Wait... no, I mean... I’m not—I need air!"

Oak stumbles outside, bewildered, and finds himself in Brook Town instead of his home. Across the town, Clark wakes up in Oak’s home. Lucy nudges him awake, her usual morning routine disrupted by Clark’s startled reaction.

Lucy:

"Oak, are you feeling okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Clark stares at Lucy, at the glowing candles, and at Oak’s daughters entering the room one by one.

Diana:

"dad!, are we going to smallville today?"

Clark’s jaw drops.

Clark (as Oak):

"...Uh, smallville?"

---

Scene 2: The Elf's Arrival

As both Oak and Clark struggle to make sense of their surroundings, a mischievous elf materializes in front of them, appearing in a shared vision. The elf looks ancient, wearing a crooked smile.

Elf:

"Surprise! You two are swapping lives for the day. Time to walk in each other’s boots! Learn something... or not. Good luck! Hahahaha!!" Poof

Before they can protest, the elf disappears. Both Oak and Clark look at each other in their swapped forms.

Oak (as Clark):

"This can’t be happening."

Clark (as Oak):

"Why do I feel so... heavy?"

---

Scene 3: The Chaos Begins

Montages of hilarity ensue as Oak and Clark try to handle each other's lives:

Clark (as Oak) stumbles through Oak’s family routines. Diana drags him to fly to smallville, where he struggles to help Diana with spirit. Meanwhile, Oak’s triplets pull pranks on him, and Lana bombards him with questions about their homeschooling lessons.

Oak (as Clark) struggles with the simplicity of farm chores. He accidentally over-milks a cow, tries to fix the tractor but ends up breaking it, and has a hard time connecting with Jonathan and Jordan, who notice something “off” about their dad.

Both fail miserably, with Lois and Lucy finding their antics hilarious but endearing.

---

Scene 4: Realizations

After the initial chaos, both men begin to adapt, repeating their routines with better results. They gain a deeper understanding of each other's struggles:

Clark (as Oak):

Clark experiences the burden of Oak’s powers and the emotional weight he carries. He feels the sheer intensity of Oak’s responsibilities—managing his family, holding back anger, and controlling unimaginable powers.

Oak (as Clark):

Oak realizes the simplicity of Clark’s human life isn’t as easy as it looks. Clark’s emotional depth, his ability to connect deeply with his family, and his unshakeable moral compass make his life equally challenging in different ways.

---

Scene 5: The Elf Returns

At the end of the day, the elf reappears, snapping his fingers.

Elf:

"Time’s up! You both passed... barely. Back to your own lives now. Don’t forget what you’ve learned! Hahaha!!" Poof

A flash of light returns Oak and Clark to their original bodies.

---

Scene 6: Reflections

Both men return to their families and share their experiences:

Clark and Lois:

Clark tells Lois how overwhelmed he felt by Oak’s immense powers and responsibilities. Lois laughs, joking about how Clark is better off as a “simple farm boy.”

Oak and Lucy:

Oak opens up to Lucy about how he felt Clark’s human life and his Kryptonian life was deceptively difficult, especially the way Clark balances love and duty. Lucy smiles and reassures him, holding his hand.

---

Final Scene: Friendship Reaffirmed

Oak and Clark meet up on a hill overlooking Brook Town.

Clark:

"Well, that was... an experience."

Oak:

"Your life is harder than I thought. Still, I don’t envy your tractor problems."

Clark:

"And I don’t envy your everything exploding all the time problems. How did you hold this power all this time it's terrifying? I mean I get it you and me holding anger to not harm anyone but yours is really harder

Oak:

"Welcome to my mind it's never easy I have to always be on guard with myself and when I get angry I try to hold it back for a bit to keep me from not actually hit anyone"

Clark:

"never envy you. Ever."

Both laugh, grateful for the newfound understanding of each other’s lives. The camera pans out as they share a handshake, solidifying their bond.

---

End of Episode.

Hope it made a bit Lough or understand what each one life is and what will happen if you swap places with each other.

[bllsbailey]

Trump Drives Democrats Insane With the Funniest ‘Christmas Vacation’ Parody You’ve Ever Seen

It seems pretty clear that President-elect Donald Trump is poised to have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas he's had in about four years, while Democrats are going to remain the most miserable bunch of ... well, whatever ... this side of the nuthouse.

Trump showed off his sense of humor with a parody video on Thanksgiving Day. The video featured prominent Democratic politicians in the famous turkey carving scene from the 1989 classic "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation."

He posted the video to his Truth Social account.

The clip shows President Biden as Clark Griswold telling those at the table, "If this turkey tastes half as good as it looks, I think we're all in for a very big treat."

We all recognize that scene. But in Trump's version, sitting around the table are soon-to-be-former Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer (D-NY), First Lady Jill Biden, Vice President Kamala Harris, and Rep. Adam Schiff (D-CA), among several others.

And whereas Chevy Chase's character promptly cuts into a turkey that turns to dust, Biden's turkey reveals an incredible surprise.

Man, Trump just keeps bringing back the joy to this country, doesn't he? Thank God he won. Who knows what kind of weird messages the other candidate would be posting right now instead?

There is so much going on in this hilarious video. Chief among them is Trump bursting out of the turkey, performing his signature dance. The dance that's sweeping the nation. 

As is always the case with The Donald, though, it's the subtle stuff. Schiff playing the role of Cousin Eddie and demanding Biden "save the neck for me" is just ... comedy gold.

Trump has repeatedly branded the congressman “little pencil neck Adam Schiff.”

Kamala cackling beside him adds to the moment.

Subtle. Cutting. Just a beautiful thing.

Then there's Nancy Pelosi throwing back some wine while Biden is carving up the bird. Squad member Ilhan Omar with a big smile while Trump dances, and her colleague AOC in the background wide-mouthed, probably screeching about something.

So, so good.

The parody actually reminded me of a video by JOE.co.uk that went viral shortly after Trump shocked the world in 2016 by defeating Hillary Clinton.

The video was a short parody of the John Lewis Christmas advertisement, in which a young girl is given a trampoline for Christmas only to be beaten to it by the family dog.

This version was far more satisfying:

Aside from the "Christmas Vacation" parody video, Trump also delivered a tender Thanksgiving message to America in the early hours of Thanksgiving Day.

"Happy Thanksgiving to all, including to the Radical Left Lunatics who have worked so hard to destroy our Country, but who have miserably failed, and will always fail," he said, "because their ideas and policies are so hopelessly bad that the great people of our Nation just gave a landslide victory to those who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!"

Ah, it warms the heart, doesn't it?

Hopefully, somebody played the "Christmas Vacation" video for Joy Reid to enjoy at her Thanksgiving dinner.

[multifandomwriter56]

Steve Harrington Gif Drabble

A/N: Sorry about being gone. I had major writer’s block and my new job has been a little crazy. With the new season out, my obsession of Steve Harrington has surfaced once again. So here you go.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Sister!Reader, Dustin Henderson

Summary: After defeating the Mind Flayer, Y/n goes to the Snow Ball and Steve has a small panic attack when thinking about his sister dancing with boys.

Warnings: language, set in S2

Word Count: 616

*GIf is not mine*

“Don’t forget, that boys at this age are stupid and you don’t need to dance with them.”

“Steve.”

“Really! You can dance with Mayfield the whole time.”

“Steve.”

“Or just sit there and drink some punch.”

“Steve!” The youngest Harrington finally gets her brother’s attention.

“Mhm?”

Y/n can’t help but smile at her concerned brother. Lucas was right, he can really turn into a mother hen sometimes. But she doesn’t mind. I mean, who else is going to raise her when their parents don’t give two shits about what they're doing.  “I know boys are stupid. I will dance with Max; but Lucas will want to dance with her too. And there’s a big chance I will dance with a boy at least once tonight.”

“Oh god, don’t tell me that.” Steve groans, only half-joking. He tries to hide his grin when Y/n giggles at his antics, but he fails miserably when she looks at him with her contagious smile. 

He sighs. “Just promise me you’ll make good choices.”

“I promise, mom.”

Steve rolls his eyes. That term is never going away; not after Sinclair opened his big mouth.  “Shut up.” 

Y/n leans toward him, landing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Steve.”

He can’t but stare fondly at his baby sister; who’s grown way too much in the last year. He still can’t believe how brave and smart she was throughout the whole ‘Mind Flayer’ shit. At the time, he was pissed with the shitheads for ignoring his decision to stay put; but once the Chief explained how the demodogs left and gave them a clear path to the gate, he was glad they did. 

He can’t believe the young teenager sitting in front of him attacked a guy twice her size just to try and save him. Thank god Mrs. Byers left that syringe behind and Mayfield saw it.

“Have fun, Y/n.”

“I will.” She declares as she climbs out of the car. After shutting the door, she leans down against the window. “So you’ll be here at midnight, right.”

Steve snorts. “Nice try, kid. I’ll be here at eleven like we agreed.” He frowns when the smile disappears from his sister’s face. He’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with the time, so he patiently waits for her to tell him. She’s always been able to come to him with her problems and he hopes that never changes. 

“I hope Hopper lets El come.”

Ah, that explains it. “I’m sure the Chief will make the best decision for Eleven.”

Y/n nods. “Yeah.” And just like that, her excitement and smile are back. “See you in a couple of hours.”

“See you then, sis.”

Y/n waves as she walks up the stairs, heading inside to the table where Mr. Clarke is sitting.

Steve waits for her to enter the gym, smiling. He couldn’t be more proud of her. 

“Steve. Come in. Steve, where the hell are you? Over”

Said man rolls his eyes at the impatient kid who can’t see him through the walkie talkie. “Relax, shithead. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Steve, you’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking. Why is that concept so hard for you to grasp? Over.”

“You know I could just go home. Over.”

“Just hurry up. I don’t want all the girls to be taken before they get a chance to see me. Over and out.”

Steve mutters curse words under his breath as he peels out of the parking lot. He doesn’t know what’s worse, Y/n dancing with some random boy or Henderson not dancing with a girl. Either way, he’ll be there for them.

Forevers: @desiredposion​ @theseakrakence​ @simonsbluee​ 

[deadsetobsessions]

Clark was used to being, at the very least, respected by Bruce’s brood of birds.

Nightwing loved him as Robin, Red Hood and Red Robin was equally awed when they met him as Robins, and the current Robin… respected him on the field. Mostly.

So, whatever he’s done to receive Red Robin’s gimlet stare and blank face of immense disapproval, he needs to fix it. ASAP.

But what did he do wrong?

——

Tim Drake was a vigilante on a Mission. No, he was a Bat on a Mission. And that mission is to make Superman’s life as hellish as possible for as long as it took for the man to get his head out of his ass.

While Tim understands the violation that the man must have felt with Conner’s existence coming into life by his nemesis, it doesn’t excuse how the grown adult had been treating Connor, who is still not an adult. In fact, he’s practically a child!

And any good vigilante or person would take offense at a kid being treated badly!

Well, even if Connor was forty, Tim would still feel the same way. His best friend is his best friend. Tim knows himself well enough to admit he is kind of intense and extremely protective of the people he gives his trust to. Ride or die? No, he’s ride, get revenge, and then die. Only Tim and Connor’s other, cherished, friends can hurt his feelings without fear of retaliation.

So when Superman failed to step up to his adult status, Tim Drake went nuclear. First, neutralize Superman’s allies. Fortunately, this is the easiest part of the entire operation. Unfortunately, this included Bruce. Oh well, Bruce should have picked better friends. Tim shrugged and sent a message to his fans and mentor.

RR: If you help Superman or try to stop me, I’ll tell Alfred exactly how many minutes you spent not resting after the last Arkham Breakout got contained and [img. 32] [blackmail 14. pdf] B-man: …Understood.

That’s one down.

RR: Wonder Woman. Can I interest you in a collector item originating from the first world war that currently legally belongs to Drake Industries? W-W: In exchange for my silence, no doubt. RR: It'll be delivered on Wednesday. I'm sure you'll have no time to visit the watch tower.

That's two of the main ones that would defend Superman. By the end of the week, Tim had blackmailed, bribed, and casually distracted everybody that could be in the watch tower next Wednesday, save for Superman. Tim strolled into the cave, locked eyes with the rest of his siblings and Bruce as he cracked open the encryption lock on the kryptonite container and plucked a sizable chunk out of the reinforced safe. He smiled politely at Dick, who stopped in his tracks, and strolled right back out.

"... You know, I don't want to get in between that." Dick muttered.

"Agreed." Damian crossed his arms, looking uneasy.

"That's the smile he gave me when he went to fuck up a gang that mugged Benard. The crime rates went down for a good half a year after that." Steph grimaced.

"I'm sure Supes deserved whatever Timbit's got in store for him. I'm not risking my hide for him." Jason went back to cleaning his guns.

Bruce simply sighed. He couldn't say anything, having been threatened into compliance ages ago. He mentally wished Clark good luck and may his gods have mercy on him, because Tim sure as hell won't.

RR: got the ok

RR: ready?

Cassieeee: Yeah, Bart's got the stuff.

RR: kryptonite secured. Kon?

Cassieeee: Jaime's distracting him

For the rest of the week, he needled and glared at Superman. Tim made sure Superman's existence on the Watch Tower was as miserable as it could be, starting with cold coffee that never heated no mater how much Superman lasered the liquid. Let it be said that Tim gave the man adequate warning.

At meetings:

"Regardless of Superman's less than adequate report-" Tim would say, reveling in the blatant insult because the man's an accredited reporter.

Or, when the League spoke with the present members of Young Justice, they'd do the opposite of Tim's heavy murder glare and ignore Superman the best they can.

With Zatanna's help, he'd concealed his presence from Superman's senses and stalked him around Metropolis for the remainder of the week, perching on the top of his headboard when Clark woke up, appearing behind him during meetings or casual conversations only to glare him.

Tim thought about shredding the man's personal life... but that would be a step too far. He's not a villain. Yet.

And when Wednesday came, Tim, flanked by a blood thirsty Cassie and a coldly cheery Bart, equipped his new kryptonite knuckle rings and stepped into the transporter. Clark was about to be on the receiving end of the most patient Robin. Only fools disturbed a dozing dragon, but Clark was an idiot and Tim is nothing but a full blooded Drake.

——

"What made you change your mind?" Dinah asked Clark. The man had been going to therapy more often, and had been interacting with Superboy more. He tried to check his tone.

Clark held a hand to his cheek. "Red Robin's reckoning," he muttered in a haze. Clark refused to elaborate, even as he glanced around warily.

Dinah stared at Clark. What the hell was he looking for? No one's here.

I love the idea of Tim being openly pissed at Clark for Conner's sake and just scaring the shit out of superman

[kalid-raven]

Consent is a Sexy Word

A/n: Just a small moment of Scarlet’s work :) It’s not very good, but I’m hoping it’ll still be fun to read! 

Trigger Warnings for mentions of sex work(Is that a warning?) talk of abuse, a little torture, and some murder.

Ellie belongs to @rottent33th​

This wasn't right! This wasn't how things were supposed to go tonight!

A well-dressed man crawled across the floor of his penthouse, dining chair and table overturned and broken wine glasses shattered around him. He didn't dare try to get to his feet, the woman he had been flirting with moments ago had shot his kneecaps before he knew what was happening. She was supposed to be a reputable sex worker, this was supposed to be a paid for night of fun! Instead, he was crawling for his life to get away from her. By the sound of her heels, though, he was failing miserably at that.

"Oh, honey," The woman practically purred, brushing long dark hair away from her face as she came to loom in front of him, gun in one hand and a switch blade in the other. "Where do you think you're going? The fun isn't over just yet..." She crouched down, using the blade's point to force him to look up at her.

"Now, I want you to think really, really hard about what you did to get here." She continued, tracing the sharp point of her knife along his jawline, drawing a drop of blood in the process.

"D-did? I just met you-!" His words were cut short as she backhanded him. Hard.

"Ah-ah, baby. That's not what I'm asking. What did you do to make pretty ol' me come here and fuck you up? Come on, Clark, you can do it. Guess."

He strained his brain to think, afraid what would happen if he didn't. Still, nothing came to mind and left him staring blankly, terrified.

The woman rolled her green eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Fine, I'll spell it out for you." She growled sharply, reaching into the bodice of her red dress, and withdrew a few pictures, tossing them down in front of him. It was of different women, all battered, and a look of realization dawned on him. "There you go, now you get it... Consent is a sexy word, you know? And none of these beautiful ladies gave it to you when you hit them. They were sex workers hired to fuck your lonely ass for cash, not to get their asses beat for your sick amusement." Her tone had become a venomous hiss as she led her knife to his shoulder, and then plunged it in.

Clark howled in pain, and she gave it a twist for good measure. "Stop! Please! I won't do it again! It was a misunder-" Another twist and a jerk cut his words off fast, devolving into cries of anguish instead.

"Now, now, sweety... Lying isn't polite. Mind your manners." Her gaze was cold as ice, but her smile was positively malicious. "I was hired by these darlings to make sure you never hurt them again. This could have been avoided, you didn't evaded the ban they put on you, you could have just NOT hit them, but now we're here." She stood up and, with a harsh kick, knocked him onto his back. "Now that you're all nice and caught up, it's about time I finish my job." She raised her gun, fixing her aim.

A look of terror and a bullet later, and all became exceptionally quiet, save for the music he had put on in the background earlier that evening.

She eyed his corpse for a moment longer, prodding it a bit with her heel. "Bastard... Never quits being satisfying, though." The woman hummed, scooping up the photos and making her way to her purse and putting both them and the gun inside. Her phone began to ring, and she picked it up. "Scarlet speaking~" She said, only to hear a familiar voice greet her. "Ellie, honey! So good to hear you're voice, gorgeous, what's got you calling?" She asked as she proceeded to go to the bag she left by the front door, having told Clark it was "toys" for later, but honestly it was just supplies for her crime scene. The guy so easily believed she was another sex worker and what she said, he made the whole thing almost disappointingly easy.

"Oh, I was just going over some recipes and realized I never got to make you a peach pie before!" Ellie cheerfully said, unaware of her friend's current business. "When do you think you'll be near Ambrose again?"

Scarlet gave it some thought as she began cleaning away any identifiable evidence. "That's a good question, dear. Let's see... I think I can make it for a visit in a week if that's fine by you and your amazing family?"

"Oh, that's perfect! Don't worry your head about it, they'll definitely be looking forward to seeing you, too!"

Scarlet chuckled. "Alright, it's a date, then. Ellie bell, I gotta go, I'm actually in the middle of work right now. I'll call you back after, alright? I'll send you some photos, too. Looking hot as hell right now and don't want the effort to go to waste."

"I'm looking forward to it! Sorry to call at a bad time, though... I look forward to seeing you soon!" Ellie sounded a bit disappointed she had such poor timing, but Scarlet didn't mind.

"Don't worry that pretty head of yours about it. See you later, darling." Scarlet ended the call at that and let out a sigh, looking down at the corpse. "Now it's just you and me for the next hour. Yippee..."

[munsnz]

TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯. — 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞? Overview: Y/N tells Mike information to help their lost friend, she also heads to the search party for Will with Victor. As they explore, the past unravels and there is an odd occurrence that happens. Navigation & Mixtape

Tag: @samiyamuntaha @thepowerstoner @ughgclden @mqyfield @cooperdaysgf

“So right by Mirkwood right?” Mike Wheeler’s voice peeped after listening to Y/N’s remark of details about what she heard at the Hawkins Police Department a few hours ago. It was around 7 pm, right around to where the girl was getting ready prone to the search party being held with a few of the residents of the town.

Y/N hummed a positive response to clearing out his doubts just in case he was confused by any means, this wasn’t going to help Mike, it was going to help Will get a faster chance to be retrieved to his home again.

Although Hopper disapproved the request of letting young people in the search, Y/N and Victor were eventually allowed to come along, “Yeah, but remember you have to be somewhat far from the real search group okay? We don’t want you to get caught.”

”Mike! What are you doing?” Nancy’s faint voice was caught on the other line of the phone, leading Mike to leave the phone out, Y/N overhearing them argue over the dumbest things.

Prior to the noises of Mike pushing Nancy out of the basement she guessed, the boy came back on the line, sighing loudly, “Sorry about that, Nancy gets so annoying, I still don’t know why you still hang out with her.”

”She could be a priss sometimes,” She responds, breathily giggling, clenching the ceramic telephone tighter, “But she’s still my friend if you could say.”

Continuing with their conversation based on the plan, it was perfectly assembled, safe with a high possibility of finding Will, even if it had been a day. Will couldn’t have gone far anyways. Y/N was about to speak, but was suddenly caught off guard as soon as she heard her dad in the hallway, getting prepared for the search.

”Oh shit! I have to go now,” Y/N hushed in a subtle tone, trying her best to keep away Hopper from listening to their discussion, “Remember to be home by 9 at least with flashlights. Stay safe Mike.”

The line went awfully silent, placing back the phone to its regular position on the handset, while it being attached to the wall. Rapidly, spinning to look at her father, trying to act as normal as possible, his brows furrowed at her.

”What were you doing?”

Shrugging it off calmly, Y/N breathily giggles while she put her hands on her hips saying, “I was just checking in with Victor, that’s all.”

Hopper’s eyes widened at her point, clicking his tongue as he started grabbing on his sweater for the frosty night ahead, “Funny, but I just called his mom to let him know that he was coming.”

”Right..” Y/N casually crossed her arms, cursing under her breath before she showed any subtle reaction to what she was up to. Play it cool.

In the silence of her looking around the messy home by the front door, Hopper sharply whistles while slinging the car keys in the air to catch them, making Y/N follow right behind me, pretending as if the few minutes didn’t occur. Feeling the breeze of the autumn air, both the relatives made their way to the vehicle, on their way to the small yet important search for this boy, Will Byers.

As the road got narrower and narrower, the car drove deeper into the dark woods, where Y/N could see the slender trees and branches surrounding them. The starry sky lit up the place with a soft tone of dim blues and grays painted across it on the chilly night. Watching out the window, Y/N squinted her eyes to see a figure from afar waving towards the vehicle, a familiar figure to be Victor. Hopper drove nearer, the headlights being able to guide him to the stop where a small crowd of people were surrounding along with the patrols.

Hopper cleared his throat, while he pushed the breaks down and turned to his daughter, “Hey kid, remember don’t be-“

Without hesitation, Y/N swung the car door open to step out of it, hustled her way to her so called “acquaintance”, Victor. It was more like a friend but she didn’t want to be that close with the boy. Victor wearily smiling at her.

“You seem tired,” Y/N creeps up next to him, watching the small groups of people around the mounds of dead leaves and twigs gathered for the search.

Victor’s voice brings the girl’s attention back to him, he clears his throat, “I mean dealing with Flo is already a lot for me to handle, so I suppose I am.” The two silently chuckled, the frost getting to their noses, “I heard there’s gonna be a chance of rain.”

”Really?”

“Yes really! Haven’t you seen the forecast? I’m even wearing a jacket!” Victor squinted his eyes, his eyewear raising up on the bridge of his nose and the girl shrugged aimlessly.

Y/N scoffed, shoving him slightly, “I think there’s way more important things we need to focus on instead of the weather.”

From afar, Hopper and the policemen indicated all the volunteers to gather around on the sidewalk, near the entrance of the forest. The flashing blue and red lights were turned off from the cars, everyone else preparing for the upcoming search.

”Okay guys!” The chief shouted to direct everyone, “We need to stay in the 5 mile radius from where Will was last scene! Everyone please be careful and remember to blow the whistle if you find anything at all!”

Heads were nodded, agreeing to the directions, Officers Powell and Callahan guided two separate groups from different directions, Y/N having to come along with the third group including her dad. Although the girl was 16, her father wanted to take the best care for her, after Sarah. He wanted to keep her as close as possible, but he knew she was getting older. It was just for today, he can protect her for today, now being aware of a kid disappearing in their town. Maybe one of them was next.

“I guess that’s your call genius,” Y/N told Victor as she pointed towards Powell’s group who were walking to the right side of the woods, the people disappearing one by one into the darkness.

Not budging at all, Victor stood his ground saying, “I think I’ll stick with you for now, there’s just soccer moms hoarding the group for Powell, he has a fan club.”

“You’re not wrong Vic,” She sniggered quietly but failed miserably, letting out a subtle loud laugh, both of the teenagers walking behind their group, down a steep hill leading to the inner nature.

Rushing down first to the bottom, the tall brunette reached his hand out for Y/N who was still at the top, to help her come down to his level, “M’lady?”

”Why thank you, what a gentleman!” Y/N sarcastically gasps, gripping onto his hand to steady herself below, after they jogged closer to the group, flicking their flashlights on to carry on.

Everyone glanced above the branches, the moon shining as the crickets chirped. The crisp wind running across their faces, making the trees shuffle loudly. As flashlights led them with its brightness, they all searched and searched, for any trace of the boy around the area.

Half an hour later, the air became cooler than usual, almost bringing a frostbite to their bare hands. The sound of branches and dead leaves crunching over the few people above them. In the silence, Y/N stayed near Victor and her father, hearing shouts for Will. The realization hit the girl, they were looking for lost Will, Will hasn’t appeared, he was probably in some sort of danger. She fastened her grip on the flashlight, looking around more closely, along with the rest.

”He’s a good student,” Someone decides to break the silence of the leaves and twigs crunching under their feet, Victor and Y/N turned their attention to him as they strolled in the woods.

Hopper cocks an eyebrow up and looks towards the teacher’s direction after the statement, “What?”

”Will. He’s a good student. Great one actually,” He elaborates, smiling sheepishly to lend his hand in front of the chief to introduce himself, “I don’t think we’ve met, Scott Clarke. Teacher, Hawkins Middle. Earth and biology.”

“Don’t you remember he was my teacher back in the day?”

Victor nods agreeing with Y/N’s statement from behind, Hopper reluctantly trying to remember his daughter’s middle school teacher, still not recalling since in those past years where fighting for Y/N’s custody between the parents, “I always had a distaste for science.”

”Well maybe you had a bad teacher,” Mr. Clarke remarks, checking if his flashlight was still operating, trudging closer to the group of three ahead of him.

”Yeah, Ms. Ratliff was a piece of work,” Hopper scoffs jokingly, Y/N doing the same as well, remembering his shitty science teacher from his past years while he studied at Hawkins High.

”Ratliff?” The teacher ponders, realizing that the same teacher still resides in Hawkins after all these years, “You bet. She’s still kicking around believe it or not.”

Victor elaborates in between them, sliding his hands onto his pockets, “I had her when I was in eighth grade a few years back.”

”Oh I believe it Victor. Mummies never die, so they tell me,” Hopper smiles, trying to get his daughter to notice but she dozed off beyond the sight of the woods, ”Sarah, my youngest, galaxies, the universe whatnot.. She always understood all that stuff. I always figured there was enough going down here, I never needed to look elsewhere.”

Y/N flickered her eyes towards her father’s direction after hearing the special name, it wasn’t so special to one, but to her, it was. Sarah, Sarah Hopper her little sister, but soon enough the teacher interrupted, “Maybe I’ll get her in my class I-“

“No, she uh.. she lives with her mom in the city,” He cuts the man off from his statement, Victor widening his eyes on Y/N’s side, knowing fully that wasn’t true.

The girl beside the tall boy looked back at his dark eyes, signaling him to be quiet, Y/N was aware of the fact that everyone in Hawkins knew Sarah’s death. Just because of her own blabbermouth, Steve told everyone including the parents her little secret the young female confessed to.

As much as her dad still wants to deny the fact the little one was gone and resting in peace, staying of his delusion Y/N wished she could have. It was a promise. A promise that everything was okay and there wasn’t nothing to worry about, almost some sort of fairy tale where everything had its happy endings with a happy family which wasn’t it.

“Thanks for coming out, Teach. We really appreciate it.” Hopper clears the air, trudging past them farther into the dark eerie woods, Y/N and Victor repeating his steps behind him.

Once they were  out of the picture and range from hearing, a middle aged woman spoke up next to the teacher, in a hushed tone saying, “She died a few years back.”

”Sorry?” Mr. Clarke shifted his head in bewilderment towards the lady for any clarification from the inadequate statement given.

”His kid.”

The teacher’s eyes widened, observing the two family members mumbling inaudible words behind the brisk trees of the cool night. He didn’t know the Hoppers hid their family, they never talked much about family when it came to projects when Y/N was younger. It seemed like something ever so private not like where many kids shared experiences with their loved ones, they always kept everything about their family closed up. Almost a mystery.

Y/N could hear the soft mumbles of the quiet conversation being exchanged by the lady and her former teacher, she felt sick knowing that her father stays in the delusion of her sister being alive, lying. Lying wasn’t so hard for her, Y/N was almost a professional at it when it came to helping the party in situations. But lying to her dad was different, it was the both of them against the horrid place called the world.

“Is Sarah going to be back?” A small girl walked over to the grown adults who stood at the front door, puffy eyes showing on their faces, as they held a plastic wristband and stuffed tiger after a long day from not seeing her sister. It was already near midnight.

Without any move, the woman, who to be seen was the girl’s mother, bursted into tears, her husband catching her into his arms. The youngling worriedly watched her parents shed tears, a middle aged woman got up from the couch to comfort both of them. Whispers and mumbles being shared between the adults, bringing more tears.

”Mommy?” The girl steadily crept next to her mom’s leg, wrapping her short arms around her waist, pressing her cheek against the woman’s body, “Don’t cry, I’m here.”

Sobs were still heard from the mother, the two of the women held each other tightly while the tall man let go from their hug, kneeling next to the girl’s level, “Y/N, kid-“

”Dad, where’s Sarah?!” Y/N shakily shouted, her stomach feeling uneasy, with her sister not being found. What happened to Sarah? She knew Sarah was going to get better. Why was mom crying? So many questions filled her head, eyes welling up, her father hugging her tightly with all the hurt and love. Y/N noticed the wristband that her father was holding, she peered closely to see a sloppy handwriting shown as the name Sarah, written all over it with the date when she was sent to the hospital.

”Sarah is... gone.”

The little’s watery eyes widened, her bottom lip trembling, she threw her arms around her father, her head leaning onto his shoulder. Her little sister was gone, she was alone now, her heart crumbling into a million pieces. Sarah, Sarah wasn’t here anymore. But it seemed so surreal, it was only yesterday the two sisters laughed about one of the nurses dropping her cup of coffee while getting chemotherapy.

“Dad.. Can she come back?”

Sadly grinning, Hopper wiped the girl’s chubby face from her tears, shaking his head, “I’m sorry kid, she’s not coming back.”

”But she has to! Sarah has to come home with us,” Y/N choked in her tears, her eyes becoming swollen, grabbing the wristband from her father’s large hand, “Sarah can’t leave me alone here. She promised she would stay.”

”Y/N, I know this is difficult but your sister left us. She’s in a better place now.”

Making her cry even more, Y/N’s mother rapidly kneeled next to her husband and daughter, she sniffed, grabbing onto her daughter, “We promised Sarah we would love each other and always stay safe. Forever.”

”Promise?”

Both of the girl’s parents joined in for a tight hug, Y/N fastening her arms around the two others, “Promise. We promise you sweet pea.”

”Y/N! Y/N!” A familiar voice boasted in the ears of Y/N, she focused her attention back to the voice. There was no one beside her by the time she looked around, it was the sounds of the wind and her alone. Her flashlight flickered in her hands, she shook it vigorously to try and turn it back on, but there was nothing coming out of it, just a dimly lit tone guiding her way. Nothing else in her sight except for the trees and moonlight, she tried her best to not overthink this and make her way back to the group.

Every turn she made in the paths, it led her to nowhere, noises filled the aura. Slowly, she began to worry, she wasn’t coming back to the group. Y/N’s head filled itself with thoughts, there was no way she could be lost, last time she was with Victor, rambling about the weather. Where was she? Looking up, she felt small droplets of water dripped onto her face above, Y/N squinted her eyes to avoid the drizzle. The water fell down slowly until it started raining heavier in the air, she wiped her face to dry it off and continue to try to find her way back.

“Dad!” Y/N shouted, wrapping her arms over herself, her hair becoming soaked along the time. She kept shouting and shouting, worry filling her in. The girl was afraid. What if she went missing like Will? Oh no.

Without a precaution, a branch from behind was heard. Y/N whipped her head to the direction, seeing a small human with a white gown rapidly run off to opposite direction, the rain blurring her eyes. Was that Will? Curious, she picked up speed to follow the boy, it may be Will. A chance of relief rushing in as her adrenaline sped up, almost running faster. “Will! It’s me!”

The boy didn’t stop, sprinting faster with his bare feet. Y/N still yelled, slowing her pace down, then picking it back up, going through the trees. An idea came to her, tugging at her metal whistle to her lips, blowing on it. The sound coming off it, maybe attracting people to find her and the boy, it has to be Will. Using her arms to run faster, she suddenly trips over a thick log after not seeing below her because of the wind, sending her to the floor. She whimpers as she felt her ankle burn in a pain, whistling even more.

From the distance, few people to what she could tell came forward to her, rain soaking over her head. Thunder being heard far away, Victor came into the picture to kneel down next to Y/N.

”Hey are you okay?” He worriedly checks on her, receiving a nod. Victor looked around for any possible wounds since he found her on the ground, “We couldn’t find you!”

Y/N hardly paid attention to him and looked afar to see if the boy would turn up again. She held Victor’s jacket to pull him closer, “I think I saw Will! He was running through there I-“

”Chief Hopper coming through, excuse me,” A voice from the crowd of people called in, Hopper bringing himself forward to find his soaking daughter on the ground pointing toward another direction. “What’s wrong?”

Victor moves to tell Hopper while being next to shaking and wet Y/N, “She saw Will.”

[toomanyfandomssss]

His Girl - Three

When Violet woke up on her first morning down on the ground she felt the familiar strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes all she saw was the bare chest she had been using as her pillow all night. She smiled to herself and cuddled even closer to him wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as she could.

Unfortunately it didn't last long as the loud voices outside of the drop ship woke up her boyfriend.

"Morning angel," were the first words he spoke. He look in the direction of the voices, "The hell is happening out there?" Bellamy stood up bringing Violet up with him. He kissed her cheek and looked at her as he said "Meet me out there once you gotten dressed gorgeous, can't let anyone see what's mine," his eyes glancing down at her cleavage that was on display due to the fact that she was only in a bra.

"But you're going out there, showing your abs off to all the girls who have been drooling over you since we got here," Violet said as she raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem fair to me," she added.

Bellamy leaned down to her level, slowly moving his head to her neck. He left a few open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, making her knees go weak. As he lifted his head he whispered in her ear, "I'm all yours angel." With that he exited the ship leaving Violet with her heart beating rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

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When Violet exited the drop ship she saw Bellamy taunting Wells once again. She rolled her eyes as she heard him say "You still don't get it do you chancellor?" She kissed him before walking off, feeling his eyes on her ass as she went.

"This is home now," Bellamy said. "Your fathers rules no longer apply." He walked over and snatched one of the shirts, making Wells lung forward to get it. Adam held him back before Bellamy stopped him. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." He looked back at wells teasing him by dangling the shirt in front of him, "You want it back, take it." He smirked proud of himself, waiting for the other boys reaction.

Frustrated, Wells drops the pile of clothes cause a many of the teenagers to run and try to grab some. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy threw his shirt on before they all heard a loud scream. Both of the boys rushed over to see what was going on.

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Murphy was holding a girl over the fire, speaking up when he saw everyone head over. "Bellamy! Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right?  Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."

"Let her go!" Wells shouted, pushing Murphy to the ground. He looked at Bellamy, "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" he smirked, "I'm just getting started." Violet glared at him as Murphy jumped back up. attacking Wells.

"Bell this isn't okay, you can't let people get hurt just because you're on some power trip," she scolded shaking her head in disapproval. She went forward to stop the fight but was pulled back into a hard chest.

"Please stay out of this angel, I know what I'm doing." Bellamy whispered in her ear as he held her tighter to his chest.

Kids were cheering the fight on and all Violet could do was watch as she struggled to get out of her boyfriends tight grip. Wells had gotten the upper hand and had Murphy on the ground again as he turned back to Bellamy.

"Don't you see you can't control this."

Bellamy and Violet watched as Murphy got back up, this time with a knife. "You're dead."

"Wait!" Bellamy held his hand up. Violet let out a sigh of relief. That relief was short lived as Bellamy threw Wells a knife and said "Fair fight." And again, she was being held back from trying to help. Once again the boys squared up ready to fight each other. "This is for my father!" Murphy shouted as he went to cut Wells a second time. However, Wells was able to grab a hold of him, turning him around and holding his knife to Murphy's throat. "Drop it!" He shouted.

All of a sudden a voice sounded from the distance. "Wells! Let him go!" the princess demanded.

After Wells had thrown Murphy forward once more, he was about to get jumped again by said boy. Luckily this time Bellamy stopped him. "Enough, Murphy."

He and Violet rushed over to Octavia who was being supported by Monty. "Octavia are you all right?" Bellamy asked her, panicked. "Yeah," she said as she held onto him.

"Where's the food?" he questioned the other members of the group that went on the hike to Mount Weather.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked!"

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not what. Who." "Turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"Its true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." People started murmuring to each other as Clarke continued, "The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, bad news is the grounders will."

Noticing someone missing, Wells spoke up. "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

Clarke looked at him. "Jasper was hit." "They took him." She looked down noticing something. "Wheres your wristband?" She questioned.

He looked at Bellamy and nodded at him as he said "Ask him."

Violet looked at Bellamy in disbelief. "Bellamy what did you do?" He looked at her, not answering. He didn't want her to know what he had done. What he had forced Wells to do. Her opinion of him mattered so much to him. But in order to protect the two people he loves most in this world, he has to do things like this.

"How many," Clarke asked very obvious pissed off.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy answered her with a smirk.

Clarke shook her head in disapproval, "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. Your're killing us."

Bellamy stepped forward. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged! If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners any more! They say they'll forgive your crimes, I say you're not criminals! You're fighters! Survivors! The grounders should worry about us!" His speech was met with many 'yeahs' from the crowd.

Bellamy's speech only made Violets insecurities go up. I'm privileged, maybe that's why he won't listen to me, she thought.

As Clarke and and Wells walked away, Bellamy made his way to his girls. When he saw the look on Violets face, he grew worried. "What's wrong angel?" She just shook her head and went to get something to clean up Octavia's leg with.

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Violet was crouched down in front of Octavia, cleaning her wound as Bellamy was standing above both of them. "What the hell was it," he asked O.

"I don't know, the others said it looked like a giant snake." Her words making Violet grimace.

"You could have been killed," Bellamy scolded.

"She would have been if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out." Clarke's voice sounded from behind the three.

"You guys leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia went to stand up only to be pushed back down by her brother.,

"No, no. No way, not again."

"He's right. you're leg's just going to slow us down. I'm here for you." the blonde said looking at Bellamy.

"Clarke what are you doing?"

"Clarke what are you doing," Violet repeated the boys words.

"I heard you have a gun" Bellamy lifted up his shirt showing proof. Violet may or may not have checked him out while he did it. "Good, follow me."

"And why would I do that?"

Clarke turned back, "Because you want them to follow you, and right now they're thinking only one of us is scared." With that, she walked off.

Violet tried to discreetly follow after the blonde, failing miserably as her boyfriend noticed her escape attempt immediately, grabbing her arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go help them find Jasper."

"No way in hell"

"Bellamy"

"No" he tightened his grip on her arm.

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean you can control me," Violet told him. She was fed up with him acting like he could order her around.

"You want to bet on that angel?" Bellamy raised his eyebrow at his girl. Daring her to keep arguing with him.

"I'm going Bellamy. With, or without you." Violet managed to get her arm free and ran to catch up with Clarke and Wells. Bellamy growled lowly, angry and honestly turned on by his girlfriends little act of defiance.

"Murphy. Come with me." "Atom? My sister doesn't leave this camp. Is that clear?"

"I don't need a babysitter"

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me" "Lets go"

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"Angel wait up," Bellamy yelled. Violet rolled her eyes but stopped, waiting for the two boy to catch up. "You stay in my sight at all times"

"Whatever Bell"

"I mean it Violet"

"Okay, I get it. Let's just go find Jasper."

Murphy directed his question at Bellamy, "Since when are we in the rescuing business?"

"The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is too, they'll never come down." "I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it."

"And what about your pretty little angel here, she is Kane's daughter." Murphy looked over at Violet smirking and then winking at her.

"Come near me and I'll castrate you," Violet spoke trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

"My pretty little Angel will hopefully choose to take of her wristband soon," Bellamy said looking at her.

"My dad's up there Bell, I don't want him to think I'm dead." Violet said as she stared back at him with her big doe eyes. Bellamy nodded understandingly, pulling her close to him and kissing her cheek as the three walked together in search of the boy with the goggles.

Much more Violet/Bellamy interaction in this part! Hopefully I'll get a chapter or two posted everyday.

[torntruth]

the one thing that always has to be reminded is that diana could have chose to stay permanently in themyscira and really only ever live there. breathe there. defend the island. it's not what she was made for , she was made to be a peacekeeper between humanity and the gods. with the gods failing miserably. she'll never feel at peace or like she's doing what she's supposed to be doing unless it's this. the amazon doesn't quite answer , a finger comes up to prod , perhaps , the greasiest cheeseburger she has ever quite laid eyes on. when she does look up , her smile is soft , her blue eyes are sweet.

" i suppose that we are never doing enough , clark. we do what we can though. "

He’s no warrior, not really, he’s just a farmboy who wants to do the right thing. He fights for the world, for those who can’t, and he fights for his world, his family.  Yet, despite his best efforts, the battle rages on. It feels endless. A wave that keeps pushing back, sometimes a small trickle of undercurrent, other times an all engulfing cascade made to drown out hope. Belief runs in his veins, but even Superman worries. There aren’t many who choose to bear the same responsibility, fewer still who he is able to be truly vulnerable with. However, Diana is one of those people. “Do you ever worry that we’re not doing enough?” / @torntruth (diana) / sc.