#found a Clark in my camera roll

[justkillingthyme]

[lazycats-stuff]

I wanted to know if you could make another request for the Bat Brother that was created to be a weapon when the Black Canary said he was ready to go to school, Bruce put him in one, but a boy tried to intimidate him and the Bat Brother broke his arm. He still couldn't understand what he did wrong because of his training.

I sure can. I love that idea. Also, this gif is Bruce explaining to the Bat Bro, that no, you can't go break people's arms.

Summary: (Y/N) doesn't understand that intimidation doesn't require broken bones.

Warnings: Bruce is a tired dad, (Y/N) is a weapon, but nothing specific about training, mentions of attacking, but nothing specific

Bruce sighed as he got a call from the Justice League. Another child that was created to be a weapon. Why? And why is he the first person they call? Damian was with him, since he was on patrol with him since they got the call.

" Father, why are we here? " Damian asked as the two used the Zeta tubes. Bruce sighed yet again.

" Because they think I'm an expert when it comes to children who are murderous. Just because I made sure you are tame I presume, " Bruce replied and Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

" Oh please. I'm not murderous. "

" Should I start talking about shrubbery? My beloved animal statues are still recovering. You started at what, 5 am? I did eradicate that habit of yours, didn't I? "

Damian huffed again, crossing his arms.

And yes, if you somewhat managed to tame Damian, a child murderous as him if you don't have Damian, you are officially an expert. That's why everyone turns to him when there is a murderous child. Bruce should start teaching them how to deal with such children.

" Superman. " Bruce nodded in his direction and Superman nodded back.

" Evening you two. We've managed to get the boy's name. His name is (Y/N), last name still unknown. We found him in one of Lex's labs. Under some nth alias. " Superman crossed his arms and Bruce scoffed.

Of course. When in doubt who else could be creating clones? Lex Luthor.

" Why isn't he thrown in prison when there is overwhelming amount of evidence against him? " Damian questioned and Bruce more often than not wondered the exact same thing.

The answer?

" Connections Damian, connections. " Bruce rubbed his chin and Damian scoffed, muttering an of course underneath his breath.

" But don't worry. He'll fall down eventually. If my hunch is right, he is probably messing with taxes. And if there's one thing that America doesn't like, is when you mess with taxes. That's how they took down Al Capone, " Bruce said to Damian, who nodded.

" We'll be waiting for a while then. " Damian crossed his arms now and Bruce chuckled.

" Don't worry Damian. IRS will take care of him. And once he's down, we'll strike as well and put him away for life. Don't worry about it. And how is (Y/N) doing? " Bruce asked, turning back to look at Clark.

" He's... Well, he had to be sedated. He broke Flash's nose. And we checked on him via cameras and he seems... Calm, but I've known you long enough to know that he is simmering deep down inside. " Clark chuckled and Bruce smirked.

" So you called me because the boy is mini me? " Bruce mused and Clark chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

" Yup. I wouldn't recommend meeting him now though. He is pissed off. Black Canary will come by in the afternoon so she can talk to him. I know that she can take care of herself, but you should be here, just in case. " Clark scratched the back of his head, yawning.

" Tired already Superman? " Bruce teased and Clark chuckled.

" I'm going back to the cave father. Should I tell the others about (Y/N)? "

" Please do Damian. Warn them about the new addition that is going to come. I'll be back in about 20 minutes. Tell the others to sleep as well, " Bruce told Damian and the Robin nodded, disappearing through the Zeta tubes.

Bruce turned back to Clark, who offered him a tablet with the information that Bruce was interesting in. They both knew each other so well.

" Everything here is an estimate, besides the physical appearance. The age and all that stuff, " Clark explained and Bruce nodded as he read over everything. " He's a mini you Bruce, " Clark added and Bruce rolled his eyes underneath the mask.

" Alright. I'll transfer these to the Batcave and just text me the time when Black Canary is coming so I can ditch work. I'm pretty sure I can ditch a boring meeting. " Bruce smirked to himself as he started the transfer.

" Ah yes, the infinite meetings of a CEO. " Clark chuckled and Bruce handed him the tablet back.

" The boy will be fine, I'm sure of it. With some therapy and stability, he'll be good, " Bruce said and Clark nodded.

" I can only hope so. "

Months went by since that last conversation. (Y/N) was aggressive at first and outright refused to talk to Black Canary, who had Bruce behind her, just in case. And yes, Bruce had to restrain (Y/N) to make sure that he didn't hurt himself or Black Canary when he has decided to attack.

And attacks were frequent at first. More often than not, Bruce had to restrain him just so that they could get through a single session. And slowly but surely, therapy has started to work. (Y/N) was slowly but surely starting to opening up and became less and less hostile. Of course, there was a long way to go still, but he was making decent progress.

Bruce brought his boys to socialize with (Y/N). The boys are all trained and if (Y/N) does get hostile, they can take care of themselves. Bruce has warned them about it, so they were all prepared.

And (Y/N) seemed to appreciate the gesture, although distrusting of them at first. So, the boys have decided to take a different approach. Dick has decided to bring some books to (Y/N), some of his own favorites, so that he wouldn't be left to his own devices, aka, his mind and be pissed.

So Dick brought a lot of books. (Y/N) liked them all and Dick was proud to say that he had a great taste in books.

Jason has simply decided to talk to (Y/N) about stupid things he could think of. (Y/N) had a lot of questions for him and Jason was more than happy to answer them. He found (Y/N) nice, but too similar to Damian when he first joined.

So Damian and (Y/N) bonded quickly over their experiences. Damian opened up about his own experiences, sharing techniques on how to remain calm in certain situations. Offered meditation techniques as well and gave him advice on how to accept certain things.

And Tim brought him a tablet where he could watch cartoons, movies, whatever he wanted to get familiar with the world outside of fighting. Essentially, it felt like they were socializing a little puppy. (Y/N) really liked the tablet and took great care of it.

Black Canary also like the approach that the boys were taking and (Y/N) has been even less hostile in their sessions and has actually started to open up to Black Canary. Bruce was also a constant in their sessions, and while he may have looked like a brooding figure, he actually helped (Y/N) be calm.

Soon enough, (Y/N) went to school since Black Canary deemed him ready enough. Was Bruce nervous beyond belief for the first time in a long time? Yes. Damian might have been raised to be a weapon in some sort of capacity, but he was raised as an assassin and assassins are to supposed to blend in. And be somewhat sociable.

(Y/N) was not really raised to fit in. He was raised to be a weapon. Not to fit in. Only to kill. So was Bruce nervous beyond belief during the first week. He has hoped he wouldn't get called in to the principal's office.

But hope doesn't last forever.

Bruce was in Wayne Enterprises, in his office, doing some paperwork when the phone rang and Bruce recognized the number. It was the principal of the school. Bruce knows that number since he used to get a lot of calls from the same man while Jason was still going there.

It's burned into his memory.

He had a feeling it was about (Y/N) and was proven right. He muttered a simple ' I'm coming.' Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. This was going to be one rather uncomfortable conversation.

(Y/N) got suspended for 2 weeks. Bruce was not happy in the slightest. (Y/N) broke the poor boy's arm just because the boy decided to intimidate him. Was intimidating (Y/N) fair? No. But was breaking someone's arm just because of that justified?

Absolutely not.

Bruce sat (Y/N) down in the kitchen, thinking that the others wouldn't be home. Oh he was very wrong. They boys were back earlier since they had heard what happened. How? Bruce can't exactly know, but he knows that he has trained those boys. So somehow, they all found out and were ready to listen in.

" (Y/N)... We've talked about what to do when someone is intimidating you. You can't put your hands on them. " Bruce put his hands on his hips and (Y/N) crossed his arms.

The four boys were enjoying this. Jason snickered to himself and Damian smirked.

" I mean, (Y/N) isn't technically in the wrong. Why was the kid intimidating him in the first place? " Jason muttered to himself and Damian nodded, agreeing with Jason.

" It was a form of self defense. "

Tim shook his head and Dick chuckled to himself.

" No, self defense would mean that he put his hands on you first. But he didn't. You did. Which is assault. Thank God that by paying the medical bills would keep them off our back. " Bruce now crossed his arms, trying to be calm and patient. " I know it's not easy to live a normal life when you weren't raised like that, but you have to adapt. Black Canary and myself have taught you that. Where is the disconnect? " Bruce inquired.

" Well, he threatened me. Soon enough, he would turn into a real threat, " (Y/N) defended himself and Bruce swore that (Y/N) was like an another version of Damian.

" It doesn't matter. It's not self defense. I've texted Black Canary and you are going to have your sessions double during these 2 weeks, " Bruce declared and (Y/N) scoffed, showing some sort of sass.

Bruce wanted to rip his hair out.

" Go to your room and reflect on what I told you. I'll call you down when dinner is done, " Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. (Y/N) clenched his jaw as he walked upstairs.

Damian and Jason were smirking, knowing exactly how he felt. Tim and Dick sighed to themselves. They knew that (Y/N) felt frustrated and angry. They had another version of Damian on their hands. Maybe an even more difficult version.

[deadbeetleblog]

the batkids finds a box with shitton of VHS so they plug them in and to their surprise is just a bunch of Christmases,birthdays,graduations, party's,etc that Bruce recorded

the first one is dicks 10 birthday (none of this is chronological or anything I'm making shit up as I want)the camera quality was shit all grainy,it was in the manor and part of the league were there and Donna,Roy,wally,Garth are there with their mentors plus superman and the gordons and there's like this cheesy decoration and theres gifts bags for the kids and ice cream and I'm thinking dick is going to have a mj obsession so all of micheal Jackson's songs are playing on the background and the kids are all trying to do the beat it dance

then there's a shot of Dickies small kid face covered in cake and ice cream and he looks gross,off camera a voice says (Bruce) "you're liking your party lad?" his voice is so soft and young and so dad "yeS! thank you Bruce this is the best party ever!!" and he goes away running to superman,he looks young too, mullet and all as he catches Dickie laughing. the video ends, the next tape rolls

It's Christmas,it seems like Bruce is hiding while he records, the tv is on, "can't touch this" is playing and a young Jason Todd is clumsily trying to do the dance, you can hear Bruce's giggles as he watches the kid, he stops hiding and enters the room, Jason looks at him,his smile wide "look! dad look! I'm doing it!!" he isn't doing it but Bruce claps anyways "good job Jaylad!! you look just like hammer!" Jason squeaks, the video ends.

this time tim is on view,he's in the cave doing his homework on the floor, he looks like he's 13-15 at least all sparred on baggy jeans and a too big shirt,this was from a digital camera very clearly, the quality much better, on a monitor of the batcomputer, Britney spears was singing,he was humming along softly, Bruce made his presence clear Clark In front of him with a cake, singing softly "happy birthday to you....happy birthday to you.... happy birthday dear Timmy,happy birthday to you" Tim looked back a bit shocked before smiling wide,his braces all clear for the camera

next tape was toddler damian bouncing and clapping while watching toy story 3 bruce giggling as he danced, "dami,dami, I love youu" his voice was so incredibly soft "I uv yu" Bruce awed as baby damian talked, all chubby limbs and big green eyes,"Dami papa loves you" bruce keep repeating and he keep getting i love yous back when a new set of footsteps interrupted him "hey sugar" clarks midwester accent break through the quiet ambience "hey you" Bruce focused the camera on him "got anything to say to your baby?" Bruce asked humourous,Clark had a tiny baby strapped to his chest ,Damian squeaked loudly getting Bruce's attention back on him "I'm here baby no need to spit" Clark laughed and the video ended

they watched the black screen for a while, it was heartwarming in a way,dick no longer danced thriller on Halloween with his friends, Jason no longer tried to copy vanilla ice, tim no longer had a fringe or a myspace account and Damian was no longer a baby. Bruce was getting older and older and the only thing left of those days were these videos.

the complication of videos grows bigger and bigger with dukes graduation,Cass first recital, Barbara's wedding, Steph's birthday, and eventually they found two curious videos

one was marked "olly,lexie and brucie 72" and the other "happy together 81", turns out lex Luther not only had a beautiful head of red locks but he also had a complete disco choreography with oliver queen and bruce wayne for their graduation, Bruce had the most adorable crooked teeth and straight nose,he really changed with none of his original teeth and multiple rhinoplasties.

the other one was a short video of Bruce combing his hair, humming softly until he caughts the cameraman, he turns with a smile " if we're late for your fault I'm going to be so pissed" the cameraman laughed warmly, "I just have to get my shoes on, I'm waiting for you,it's been an hour you don't need to comb that much" Clarks voice bombed through the speakers "it's my wedding Clark,of course I have to comb that much","you know I love your hair no matter how it is" Bruce pouted and turned pissed, going to the bathroom "Bruce please, don't get pissed" the video ended.

[hcsiqs]

hi i loved your first fic! could u write kate x reader where reader is an upcoming singer and she’s always posting on tiktok, doing lives and stuff and reader is on a live talking to her fans and kate shows up behind her doesn’t knowing she’s on live and her fans like ???? they are together?

pls and thank u

| bad idea, right?

• pairing: kate martin x fem!reader

• summary: ↑ ↑

• warnings: none!

• i love this idea!! i hope you enjoy <33 find part 2 here

“Hi guys!” you smiled brightly into the camera watching the hundreds of comments flood in, attempting to keep track of everything they were saying. You had your phone set up in the kitchen as you were sitting on one of the barstools, twisting around it making the stool spin. “Guys I’m so excited for tour you have no idea!” you beamed into the camera, moving your head closer to the phone.

“What’s on the set list?” you whispered to yourself reading one of the comments out loud, “I don’t know if I can say, but Bad Idea, Right is definitely on there!” you nodded your head seeing the fans' reactions in the comments as you gave away a small secret for your concert.

“Obviously I’m going to Iowa! I’m from here so it would just be cruel to not have a show here” you giggled. “Am I gonna wear a Caitlin Clark’s jersey?” you laughed reading the question, but quickly covered your mouth with your hand, “No, no,” you shook your head trying to contain your laughter.

Even though Caitlin was one of your friends you would much rather wear your girlfriend Kate’s jersey for the concert. Plus, you didn’t feel like having Caitlin make fun of you for asking to borrow one of her jerseys.

“You’re not wearing Caitlin’s jersey anywhere” a voice from behind you said, causing your head to whip around and see your girlfriend standing there. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at her cute face. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in mine though,” Kate laughed walking over to you, ignoring the phone that was set up in front of you.

The comments then started going crazy seeing the blonde standing behind you. Many questions rose in the comments and they were speeding by so fast, you couldn’t even comprehend a single one.

Kate still had yet to notice the live feature taking over your phone as she placed a kiss on your head and cheek before walking into the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner, baby?” she questioned, looking through the fridge.

“Kate,” you giggled, feeling the rush of blood to your cheeks as you looked at the girl across the island from you.

“Hm?” her face showed a confused look across her face.

“I’m on live,” you told her and her hand immediately came up to her face and smacked her mouth. You just shook your head slightly as you looked back down at your phone to see the comments rolling in.

OMG ARE THEY DATING?

Stop not her cuffing my gf

kate we’re fighting. y/n is mine!

Are they together???

This is actually fucking crazy omg

the kate stan in me is not ok!!!

You couldn’t help but laugh at all the comments flooding in concerning the status of your guys' relationship. You two had never really talked about staying private or being public. You just wanted to date each other and if other’s found out then, who cares. But, this for sure was not the way either one of you wanted to go about it being discovered.

“Sorry,” Kate apologized for all the comments she could only assume you were getting. You just brushed it off, still holding a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Ok! Do y’all wanna hear a new song that I’m working on?” you asked the camera trying to distract from the eruption of questions about the relationship and quite quickly the comments disappeared and were replaced with excited fans about hearing a potential new song.

You grabbed your phone and brought it over to the couch and set it up against the vase that held the flowers Kate had gotten you for your guys seven month anniversary. You then moved out of view and grabbed the guitar that sat off to the side before sitting down on the couch. “So, this song is called girl i’ve always been! I hope y’all like it, and if you don’t please don’t tell me. My feelings get hurt easily” you laughed before starting to strum the guitar.

allie’s corner.

i hope this is ok and is what you wanted! i’ve never written in 2nd person perspective before so i hope it’s alright!!

[insomniac4000]

17 - George Clarke

…that’s my shirt.”

George Clarkeey had always thought his flatmate ChrisMD’s camera crew was an efficient and talented bunch, but when she joined the team six months ago, everything changed. Mia, the newest addition, wasn’t just another skilled videographer. She was funny, sharp, and effortlessly beautiful in a way that seemed to light up every room—or field, in today’s case.

George tried to play it cool. After all, they weren’t just colleagues. Mia had recently moved into the shared flat, taking the spare room that had been empty for months. That meant he saw her every morning, hair tied up, sipping coffee in her favorite oversized hoodie. It also meant he had to bury his growing feelings deep, worried about ruining the easy camaraderie they shared.

Today, the shoot was for one of Chris’s infamous challenge videos. The team had set up a muddy obstacle course in a rural field. Chris, George, and their friend Theo Baker were competing in a series of ridiculous stunts, all filmed under Mia’s watchful eye.

“Alright, lads, places!” Mia called, her voice clear and commanding as she adjusted her camera. Despite the chilly air and the grimy surroundings, she was in high spirits, joking with the group as she captured every clumsy tumble and face-plant.

George couldn’t take his eyes off her, even as he tried to focus on the challenge. She wore a windbreaker and boots, her auburn ponytail bobbing as she moved from one angle to another. Every so often, she’d flash him a grin, and he felt like his heart had been hit by one of Theo’s rogue footballs.

The final challenge involved an enormous mud pit that Chris was supposed to leap over. Predictably, he didn’t make it.

“Chris, you absolute muppet!” Mia yelled, laughing as Chris floundered in the mud.

“Oh, don’t laugh too hard, Mia,” Theo teased. “Why don’t you show us how it’s done?”

Before she could protest, George and Theo were egging her on. “You can’t just stand there criticizing,” George joked, his smile playful. “Let’s see those camera operator reflexes in action!”

Mia rolled her eyes but handed her camera to one of the crew. “Fine. But if I end up ruining my jacket, you’re paying for a new one, Clarkeey.”

George couldn’t help but grin as Mia lined up for the jump. She sprinted toward the pit, aiming for the opposite bank with determination. But her foot caught on a hidden root, sending her sprawling into the mud with a dramatic splash.

The crew erupted into laughter. Mia emerged, covered head-to-toe in mud, her expression a mix of disbelief and hilarity.

“Great job!” George called, offering her a hand but unable to keep a straight face.

“Oh, shut up,” she muttered, accepting his help. Her hand was cold but solid in his, and for a brief moment, he forgot about everything else.

Back at the equipment van, Mia tried to clean herself up. “Ugh, everything’s ruined,” she groaned, peeling off her muddy windbreaker and inspecting her shirt, which was just as filthy.

“There’s a spare shirt in the back,” Chris called. “Help yourself!”

Mia dug through the pile of clothes until she found a relatively clean black T-shirt. Grateful, she quickly swapped her muddy top for it, not bothering to check whose it was.

When George saw her, his breath caught in his throat. The shirt hung slightly loose on her but was unmistakably his—it had the logo of his favorite band, one he’d worn to countless shoots.

“That's my shirt,” he blurted before he could stop himself.

Mia glanced down, her cheeks flushing. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize. Do you want me to—”

“No!” George said quickly, feeling his face heat. “I mean, it’s fine. You look… it looks good on you.”

Mia tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “You’re full of surprises, Clarkeey.”

George couldn’t respond. His heart felt like it was doing cartwheels in his chest, and his brain was screaming at him to say something—anything. But before he could muster a reply, Chris interrupted.

“Alright, team, let’s wrap this up!”

The moment was over, but George couldn’t shake the image of Mia in his shirt. She wore it casually, as if it belonged to her, and something about that made his chest ache.

Later that evening, back at the flat, Mia emerged from her room wearing his shirt again, freshly washed and dried.

“Hey,” she said, holding up a mug of tea. “Peace offering for stealing your clothes?”

George chuckled, taking the mug from her. “I think you’ve earned it. The mud bath alone makes up for it.”

Mia laughed, settling onto the sofa beside him. The glow from the TV flickered across her face, and George realized he was in deep trouble.

“So,” Mia said, her tone light, “if I ever need a spare shirt again, I’ll just raid your wardrobe. That okay?”

George swallowed hard, trying to sound casual. “Yeah. Anytime.”

But inside, his heart whispered what he couldn’t yet say out loud: You can take anything of mine you want.

[shadesoflsk]

MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE — Adam & Eve

A political candidate has been found dead and a well known agent is working alongside you. Check my million dollar bloodline masterlist for general warnings.

Chapter 1

pairing: Vampire/Agent Leon x Fem Detective reader

warnings: Rivals to lovers (Kinda one sided at first because reader doesn't get along with men) misogyny, sexism (from the press) gore, violence, death, suicide, blood, mentions of kidnapping and experimentations, fucked up government.

author's note: Hi! So, this took me longer than I expected lol. I had to delete and redo so many parts but at last I'm comfortable with the result. This is basically an introduction to both characters hence the name I gave to this chapter. I hope you guys like it.

Blinded by the constant flashes of cameras, numerous police officers make their way out of the tumultuousness of journalists and reporters who have gathered —in the name of informing— to be the first ones to publish headlines that will surely raise more commotion in the already horror-stuck citizens.

Thank God the scene of the crime is away from those prying eyes that won’t hesitate to snap a picture or two just for the sake of popularity or being contacted by those trashy and shitty newspapers that fall into the sensationalism homicides and crimes attract. 

The eighties are certainly… one of a hell decade to live in. Exuberant neon lights and flashy outfits weren’t enough to silence the crimes that were occurring each day in a city led by white-collared dicks who are ‘better than anyone else.’ The citizens’ words, not yours.

It was easy to despise everyone right now. From those politicians who share their condolences but deep down they have the same fucked up ideal and sentiment—they were happy their enemies keep dying. To the obtuse and short-sighted journalists who kept asking the same questions.

Not even your disdain and witty answers could push them away to the hell hole they came from. Catchy and well-sold tabloids were their objectives and you were the perfect subject to them. A woman in the eighties being the leader of a politic-related case? Oh God, the newspaper loves dragging down women.

Misogynistic terms were chanted even more than the national damn anthem. “God, spare us from a woman leading this case!” “Is this a new gold digger searching for a politician that isn’t dead?” Those were the most ‘tame’ titles they could come up with. However, rumor has it that directors and journalists love calling you names. Ultimately, those whispers die down as soon as the window from your Porsche 959 rolls down and the flashes of cameras turn your way.

“Ma’am we received news that the body you found was in fact, Mr. Clark. Our Major Candidate. Is there any clue this time?” The young journalist asked you. He was definitely a rookie, that ma’am that fell so easily from his lips, and his stance gave it away. Maybe you could be softer with him, aggressiveness was starting to wear you off.

You take out your sunglasses, the snaps of the pictures get harder to bear but for once, you try holding eye contact with this said journalist. In his gaze, you admire his inexperience and eagerness to get something out of this conversation.

Sadly, there’s nothing to offer from a lifeless body and a pool of blood that could flood the entire apartment of the deceased.

“It’s still unknown. We shall wait for the forensic team to provide us with the results of the autopsy.” Your voice is uninterested, an automatic reaction each time a question is asked. 

“So… The police department is once again showing signs of inability to complete a case?”

Fuck them all. All of them.

A few hours ago, you had received a call which informed you about the disappearance of a candidate, a major candidate. Of course, a crime would occur when the elections were just around the corner. A perfect scenario to bring the already most famous and glamorized case in the decade more mystery and gore.

A disappearance meant a homicide, it would take just minutes before you were notified that a body had been found. 

And you were right.

Eventually, a coworker of yours informed you—with an annoyed expression on their face— that a drained body was found in an apartment. 

Working on two cases simultaneously was definitely tiring, and it was starting to show on your face. On one hand, multiple crimes are occurring in Raccoon City, all of them involving people from high society: CEOs, ex-presidents, and candidates. Idle good-for-nothing people who can wipe their asses with a one hundred dollar bill, to put it simply.

Difficult to deal with was an understatement. Everyone at the police station knew one thing though— someone important is leaking information. This said individual doesn’t want to get their hands dirty with blood. Acting like a vendetta, in the darkness, they are cleaning the government in a way.

However, the catch of this case was rather sui generis—not even decipherable. Corruption was the root of all problems and it even showed in various scenes of the crime. Politicians were found dead in certain ways that didn’t match up with their own lifestyles. Suicides, disappearances, homicides without a murder weapon. Someone important must be behind all of this and those victims were merely their pawns.

And on the other hand, a case that seems to get more sinister and fucked up was brimming in the shadows. One that also involved those who justice can’t reach. Besides politicians disappearing, numerous citizens were also missing without a trace. Families were left alone without their breadwinning fathers, without their nurturing mothers, and especially without their loved ones.

The government’s reputation was unmistakable, they didn’t care. Protests were organized without any response or reassurance that a solution would be provided. And then again, the damnation and torment of those who searched through hell and earth was once again brought to them.

Without further ado, you walked out of the police department and embarked on the fantastic journey of seeing another dead body. Not the best sight to see after having your lunch but if you don't go, no one else will. 

You arrived at the scene of the crime and luckily, you didn’t run into any reporters, word hadn’t reached them yet. You showed your ID to the cops that surround the apartment complex, they let you in.

The excruciating silence as you wait in the elevator was always agonizing. It allowed your mind to create the most gut wrenching scenarios. You’re a veteran at this point, you have seen 10 dead politicians over the course of the months. However, it doesn’t get any easier.

The first thing that welcomed you as the door of the elevators opened again was the metallic smell of blood. With a deep breath, you fixed your hair and expected the worst. 

“Good morning everyone.” Your voice rang through the living room of the apartment. There was no trace of violence or self defense, but the rancid reek continued filling your nostrils. Nonetheless, the authority in your voice never faltered, you simply didn’t allow it.

Acting tough was the norm and giving no shit about anyone was the rule that followed. It’s always been like that. You can’t crack jokes or show a smile just like your male superiors can. Bullshit, you thought. People love saying that the 80s are the best, but everyone is fucking misogynistic. 

When you saw that your team had your attention, you proceeded. “Where’s the body?”

“Inside.” A cop said. He was a veteran, the wrinkles forming around his eyes and the one-word phrase told you as much. “There’s a federal agent there, though.”

A federal agent?

It was a matter of time before the government decided to send one of its people. They should have after the first one. But as you already know, they’re scavengers, they don’t give a damn about the country nor themselves. If the death of a candidate could bring more votes to another party, they would close their eyes for the sake of it. 

“Anything I may know before going inside?” You ask. 

“Nothing much. The state of the body is the same as the ones we have found before.” The dull and repetitive tone of his voice was proof of how everyone was getting frustrated with this case. “Although this one really looks like a suicide.”

Interesting, a politician who actually killed himself instead of being killed.

“Thank you.” Your legs worked on their own and strode off to where the body was. The main bedroom. For a moment, you hesitated to turn the knob around. Your eyes were fixated on your red nails —the same color you’re expected to see once you enter the room.

And you were right, your gaze which was now looking at the floor only witnessed the ruby red color that painted the rug. And, as your eyes traveled, you observed the man who was lying lifeless on the floor. 

Your eyes then stopped when you noticed the man who had his back facing you. 5'10 inches with dirty blond hair, black leather jacket that hugged his figure just right. Undoubtedly, the build of an agent yet you couldn’t care less about his appearance right now.

Clearing your throat, you made your presence known. Even though a part of you believed that this man must have heard you as soon as you entered the scene of the crime. 

He turned around and you could see the solemn expression that soon turned into a polite smile. So, the blue-eyed male that was in front of you was the federal agent the government has sent? Interesting.

“Hello. You may be the leading detective of this case, right?” There is no accent in his voice nor a belittling hint in his speech. You were used to being questioned about your position or straight up told not to waste time before you could even identify yourself.

“Indeed.” You nodded before stepping closer and showing him your badge which had your name and occupation there. There’s a moment of silence before Leon speaks again, with a faint smile on his lips. 

“Kennedy. Leon Kennedy.” He stated his name, a muffled chuckle leaving after his phrase. 

At first, you remained expressionless, not expecting this stoic ‘professional’ to introduce himself in a rather comical way. Not when there’s a dead body lying at his feet.

“What are you? James Bond?” You were genuinely dumbfounded. 

“Do I look the part?” He had a hand on his hip, casually standing in front of you. If audacity and lack of decorum had a name, it would have Leon written at the top of a dictionary. “I'd call myself hilarious, though.”

“Kinda goofy, I'd say.” You retorted, walking past him and looking through your pockets to pull out a pair of gloves, the sound of latex being stretched followed your answer. This part was always the hardest, even when the body has been already inspected by the team of criminalists, you ought to re-check.

“Let's keep it at funny.” His eyes darted to where your figure was, the scent of your perfume couldn’t override the constant smell of blood but he could sense the faint aroma of coconut and vanilla.

"So... the government sent you?" You adjusted your gloves as your eyes locked on Leon's. His blue eyes were piercing yet they weren't threatening.

"Yup." Leon crossed his arms as he continued watching you. "Kinda late, I'd say. Mr Clark was... the eighth victim?"

"The eleventh." You corrected him.

"Damn, they keep falling like dominoes."

You crouch down to inspect the body, there’s nothing visibly new compared to the other subjects of the crime. Lifeless eyes, and a nasty open wound on his forehead which resembled a shot. But other than that? Nothing much. 

“Agent Kennedy, I don't think you're being professional.” You absentmindedly trailed off as you checked the candidate’s finger, paying close attention to his nails. Just in case this wasn’t a suicide case and there was DNA left in the victim’s nails.

“You're right.” He shrugged off as he sighed. He had done his part of the job before you arrived, so his presence was no longer required there. However, he stayed. “But then again, do you truly care for that asshole?”

Your ears perked at Leon’s sudden question. Sure, your disdain for politicians wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone at the station knew about your hatred for the rich. But needless to say, you weren’t expecting the government’s boy to speak in such a manner.

Nor did you anticipate that he knew about you. 

“Careful. Aren’t you supposed to be an agent?” Your demeanor slightly shifted into a more serious one. One that warned him he shouldn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. And while you were a rightful civilian who actually wanted to restore peace in the city. If this rumor reached the newspaper, it would be the end for you.

“Sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m fond of them.” And Leon wasn’t dumb, not at all. He caught the meaning behind those simple yet blunt words. “Or are you going to tell me you like working for your boss?” 

“I’m the boss here.” Your expression quickly turned sour as Leon expressed his own opinions. You just noticed the tick of a clock, a persistent noise that only served to highlight the already growing tension.

See, you weren’t a bland person, far from that. You appreciate jokes and even engage in light-hearted teasing with your friends. Not with colleagues.

But at that moment, antics and pranks weren’t something you easily accepted. Living to be compared to men who were incapable next to you built walls that made it impossible to reach your core, to your true self.

“See? Maybe your subordinates don’t like you.” 

“You should learn when to stop biting, Mr Kennedy.” 

Leon just laughed and shook his head. His eyes stopped being focused on yours and decided to gaze through the large window the room had. The perfect view of the city was in front of him, a perfectly corrupted place.

A welcoming silence—after their awkward banter— set in. You took this opportunity to ask for more information related to the dead candidate. As you let go of his hand, you got up and took off your gloves.

“So… Agent, any background information the now deceased may have?”

“Besides the obvious? Not really.” A sigh slipped from the blue-eyed man. “He had a beautiful wife and beautiful kids. The white picket fence kind of life.”

“Minus the obvious opulent lifestyle he had.” You said.

“Minus the obvious opulent lifestyle he had, indeed.” Leon replies in tandem. 

He shook his head, letting out a sigh you didn’t know he was holding. A headache was already brewing and you simply massaged your temples. The sensation of running in circles was once again setting and penetrating your mindset—there’s no clue to even pinpoint the cause of so many crimes.

“There’s nothing else here. Maybe your coworkers have something you could work with?”

And while you felt frustrated for not being able to do more, you let your irritation die down as you nodded.

As both of you exited the scene of the crime, flashing lights and camera shutters could be heard around the building as if they were annoying bugs that wouldn’t stop bothering you. Mosquitoes sucking the blood out of your systems.

Between noises and judging stares from the journalists, Leon’s stride led him to his bike that was just parked in front of your car. As you could already guess, the lenses of the cameras were getting the perfect take for tomorrow’s diary, especially since people love to read about the woman of the year being close to a man. To assert their sexist stance. 

“Hey,” Leon called you, his voice barely audible as the constant background noise was still pretty much present. “Take this with you.”

A confused expression set on your face as you eyed the manila envelope Leon gave you. Before you could even open it to inspect what documents were in front of you, Leon’s voice stopped you.

“I don’t think it’d be wise of you to open that here.” Your attention returned to the blond man who was now putting on his helmet. Immediately, you pressed the folder against your chest, protecting the contents inside of it.

“What's it?” 

“You’ll know later.” His hands gripped the handlebars, already turning on the engines. “For now, don’t do anything stupid.”

Haunted by the plethora of degrading terms you were called, your first instinct was to roll your eyes as you watched the agent driving away from the building and from the horde of journalists. 

Nonetheless, a part of you couldn’t help but read between the lines. Leon hasn’t been particularly cruel to you like every other cop or colleague. So, his statement could be related to what’s inside the folder.

For now, you simply walked towards your car. Or rather, tried. Ready to be cornered by the starved media while cops attempted to serve as a protective wall around you.

Who am I if not exploited, abused, and corrupted?

A question that used to haunt Leon’s dreams and nightmares. His life purpose has been nothing but being the Government's puppet. Images and memories of being exploited and destroyed build up the man he is now.

Or rather, the beast.

In the search of the ultimate soldier, who would fight against every adversity. A creature that didn’t belong to this world was created. The once human could no longer be classified as one, and he gained the name of a vampire.

His hunger for food was replaced by a maddening and unbearable desire for the vital fluid of blood and his right to die was robbed from him as numerous experiments proved that, in fact, no human weapon could kill him now. 

Leon’s spirit was bonded to eternity therefore dying meant nothing to him. He doesn’t belong to life since his humanity was stripped away from him the moment he sold his soul to the nation. But death didn’t want him either, since now mortality runs away from him as the monster he has become.

It was a statement he grew accustomed to. The world was cruel and he was reduced to a simple and mere battle machine. The best weapon the nation had.

Although, he knew he was far from being the best arsenal the government could come up with.

They were greedy. It's always been that way. And the moment the disappearances started, Leon's nature was once again brought to the surface.

It all started when he once switched to a News Channel. The slow and grim music was playing in the background as the headline read: NEWS REPORT: FATHER OF TWO IS MISSING. Followed by another update that indicated he was the third man who has disappeared in May. 

No hell could be hot enough for whoever was behind all of this. However, Leon was terribly sure that this case wasn’t something orchestrated by just one individual. The anger he had so deeply buried now flourished as a flower. Yet this time it came with thorns that would cut and stab those who wished nothing but to set the world in despair.

He didn’t wait. If he stood still more innocent people would pay the price of being victims of the same destiny he faced. 

— August 14, 1987 —

Mr Clark,

I send my most sincere congratulations to you as I’ve come to know that you’re people’s favorite candidate. I’m so sure your image must be impeccable and flawless to reach such level of popularity. 

However, It’s so strange to me that as a public figure, you condemn those corrupted politicians who indulge in nothing but richness, crime, and sinful activities when your past (and present) does nothing but stain your image. 

But, I’m a generous individual. I’ll give you two options which you can choose from. You come out clean, show everyone the type of sick criminal you are or, you simply end your life. Easy, right?

After all, you didn’t hesitate to end someone else’s.

[owl127]

Clexa World Cup one-shot

Read on Ao3

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.”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Four: Ramp

Night fell, and I showered and put on his shirt as pajamas. I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning. I got up and wandered until I found his bedroom. I cracked the door. "Can I come in?" I whispered. Jason came to the door and let me in. He stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

"You okay?" Jason asked. I fidgeted with my hands and nodded.

"Can you—? Can I sleep with you?" I asked. Jason smiled and nodded. I climbed into his bed, and he got in next to me. I could feel the heat come off of his skin. He rolled onto his side and put his arm over me. I liked the feeling of his skin against mine. "Jason?"

"I want to kiss you, but I'm waiting," Jason whispered. I turned to look at him, and we lay there, face to face, his arm still resting heavily over me. Our bodies were so close.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked.

"Our second date," Jason mumbled. I smiled and nodded. "Is that a yes to a second date?"

"It's a yes to a second date. Maybe we can have dinner together on Thursday," I suggested.

"Where?" Jason asked.

"Pick the place because I am not above saying my bedroom," I joked. Jason grinned.

"Okay. Your bedroom it is, then," Jason whispered. My ears heated up, and I turned to face the wall so he couldn't see me smiling.

I fell asleep before him, and I slept through the entire night with no disruption. He was still there when I awakened, and he'd made breakfast to go. "I have to go back to Gotham, but I want you to know that I'll text you before Thursday. And I left a pair of pants sitting out for you on the couch," Jason rushed. He stopped only to kiss my cheeks. It was very European but oddly tender of him.

I pulled on the pants, and they fit like a glove. Jason walked me out to the car, and I noticed my phone sitting in the passenger's seat. He got in his car and left, and I got in my car and checked my phone. Twelve missed calls, all from Kit.

I called Kit back and put the phone on speaker. Before I could speak, Kit asked, "Lane, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I left my phone in the car. I was on a date," I explained, "What's the matter?" Kit grew silent. "If you don't let me know what's wrong, I'm gonna have to start begging you."

"Do you wanna hang out today?" Kit asked. "I'm at the park."

"We can hang out," I replied. Hanging out with Kit always consisted of him playing while I took pictures. I must've had over a thousand photographs of him. "I'm just gonna change shoes, and I'll be right there." He hung up.

I stopped at my apartment and ran upstairs to change shoes and grab my camera. I drove to the skate park and got out of the car, looking for Kit. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Kit looked me over. "How was your date? Or am I too young to hear about it?" Kit asked.

"No, as far as dates go, it was rated G. He took me to the beach, and I fell asleep there. He carried me back to his place and made me lunch. I slept over, but we never even kissed," I whispered. Kit smiled at me, and I sensed pride in his face.

"Are you gonna see him again?" Kit asked. I nodded. "You like him?"

"Yeah, I do. I like him a lot. I can't wait to see him on Thursday. I might bring my camera, but I don't know yet. Maybe I should wait for our third date," I whispered. Kit wanted me to find love. I think part of him wondered if I was lonely. "I'm not lonely."

"I know," Kit smiled and brushed his knuckle against my chin. "Watch me drop in?" I grinned, and we linked pinkies before I picked up my camera. It was nice to see him do what he loved. I got a good picture of him dropping down.

I watched Kit skate for about a half-hour until he came down to drink his water. He sat next to me, and a girl sped past on inline skates. She came back around, and he tensed up. "Hi, Chris!" she exclaimed.

"Hi, Thara," Kit mumbled as he rubbed his neck. "Um... This is my brother, Laney. Laney, this is Thara. She's my girlfriend."

Thara shook my hand. "Girlfriend? How long?" I asked.

"As of yesterday? One day," Thara answered. I smiled and nudged Kit.

"Congrats. Do you guys have plans for today or—?" Kit shook his head.

Thara took Kit's hand and swung it back and forth. "Actually, I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch," Thara whispered. Kit gave her an odd expression, and I nudged him.

"Hang out with your girlfriend. It's okay," I whispered.

Kit leaned over and whispered, "I don't have any money."

I scoffed and reached into my wallet. "Kit, thanks for loaning me money the other day," I lied as I handed him forty dollars. He smiled and thanked me. "Go on, and have a nice date." I got up and walked away, but I didn't leave until I got a picture of them together.

Instead of going back home, I stopped by Mom and Dad's. They let me in, and I went straight for the fridge. "I went on a date yesterday," I announced, "And I stopped by the park to see Kit today."

"Get any good pictures?" Dad asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee. I nodded and showed him the pictures I took on my camera. "I'm glad you two made up."

"I am too—."

"Is that your boyfriend's shirt?" Mom asked.

I chuckled. "He's not my boyfriend, but yeah. This is his shirt," I replied. Mom grinned. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nice PW shirt," Mom whispered, "It's him. Right? The PW outfits guy. He makes clothes anonymously and gives them away." She looked down at her phone and pulled up a video. "He just made that shirt."

I looked through the videos and found one of the videos of the shoes Jason left at my apartment. "Oh yeah... He was working on something when I was there yesterday," I replied. I tried not to act surprised as I gave my mom her phone back.

"Are you going to see him again?" Dad asked.

I nodded and took a sip of one of Dad's probiotic drinks. "I see him again on Thursday. We're having dinner," I answered. Dad made the same face that Kit did. "What's with the face, Dad?"

"It's nice to see that you're doing so well," Dad whispered. Well. I hoped that he was right.

[unsleepingtales]

Finale Time. I have food, I have a drink, let’s do this.

Three whole hours <3

Somehow I forgot about the outfits.

Former emo kid Murph is so dear to me

Lipstick by Rick Perry!

$217 at hot topic would not buy six outfits I hate to break it to you.

They all look great, but. Zac looks really good.

Mazey’s mini looks so cool!

Like some kind of fucked up pokemon

Naur

That was spinning for so long oh my god

18 D10????

Holy shit!!!

You’re saying that the shatter stars were parasitically possessing the rat grinders. That’s what you’re telling me right now. PLEASE bad kids hear and process what that means. Please.

Noooo Mazey

Oop

You’re telling me Buddy Dawn isn’t absurdly charismatic? Wild.

Fuck!

FUCK YOU MAN

Oh my god

I’m gonna throw up

Oh my fucking god if Gorgug perma dies I’m gonna. Be upset.

Excuse me?? Is that what he says??

He’s lying girl!!!

OOOOOHHH

Oh god

:( bye kipperlilly

Devastating!

No.

FUCK.

Oh god the hat.

I love the skeleton hand over Siobhan’s pink glove I think that’s fun

FUCK the failed death saves are so bad

God what an incredible turn from Adaine

Someone please incorporate Jace calling Porter ‘Boss’ into their Starbreaker fic

Did not like that sound at the start of Jace’s turn

It really is circus hours you’re so right Ally

Cool hand :)

(Brennan mimics Bigby’s Hand jiggling impotently) god

THANK GOD

I will admit that Zac’s casual ‘well that’s fun because I rolled a 33’ was hot. It was.

Awww the song from the first episode <3

That was a sick move.

I’m so stressed guys

Don’t do this to me don’t do this to me actually I don’t care :(

Yeah making the minis kiss is d&d. That’s what d&d is about

ITS SQUEEM WITH A STEEL CHAIR SIX CORTADOS

And Balthazar!

Mass healing word cast via cortados 😭😭

Awww Fabian’s version of German Shepherd mode!

Kisses and a girlfriend!!

It’s great that you’re wearing a black lip while you’re doing this Lou. It’s great

Oh you’re fucking kidding me

Oh christ

Oh my god

This is what a lot of dms look like yeah

I do love that apparently the big difference is really that K2 lives in a world dmed by Zac Oyama

HER PARENTS GOT DIVORCED?????????

I’m gonna lose it

I really hope Brennan gets to take a minute

Cotton candy lung?????

(Murph cackling in slo mo)

Some god is having so much fun with Brennan right now

Oh my god

OH MY GOD????

K2 is on earth right now. In England. In Austin. Somewhere.

Oh that’s so upsetting. Brennan is really going through it.

THATS HER VAPE

K2 is granted true life. K2 is now a human cleric who has a memory of Kristen’s life but in England.

Just mirrors that anatomy just in a British way.

I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.

THANK YOU ADAINE <3 Kristen already has sisters!!

Hi Cassandra! Are you just. Back now?

AND THEN SHE BOWS

MLADY

Somehow I don’t think it was Porter saying ‘enough’

We never followed up with them

Oh noooooo

I do not appreciate the paladin hate! Just because this paladin was evil does not mean that the entire class is bad! Fig is also a paladin!

God I’m stressed and there’s still an hour and a half left

Sandra Lynn!! Jawbone!! Lydia!! Ragh!!

YOU DO PLUR WITH BALTHAZAR?????

AGENT CLARK????????

One: why does he count as an ally Two: this really is so unhinged at this point

Fuck

She has faith in her friends and maybe that’s enough <3

Oh that’s so smart. Siobhan Thompson you’re so incredibly smart.

New Gorgug ability!!!

Thank you for not letting k2 get this one

That’s not justice

Love a (potentially unintentional) callback to Fig pretending to be a bouncer in freshman year

God Ankarna is so beautiful

I really love all the mini shots

Oh Emily found her camera for that one

Oh god okay we actually get some emotions thank you

My potential is mine. And I can do with it what I want to do with it.

Goddammit Ally Beardsley. You’re really good at this.

Ohhh god Gorgug and Kristen are the first to find each other. Hold on that’s gotta be its own post.

You don’t wanna kill your mom and get your inheritance though?

Riz Gukgak you kill me dead. Riz Gukgak I can’t.

Oh god if they cry I’m gonna cry

Emily Axford the person you are.

Friends can hurt each other so deeply and it’s so painful.

Please. Let him understand. Let her help him understand.

Oh my god. Maybe this is the one that gets me. The release from parental expectation.

Oh god okay thank you Cassandra’s back that was what I needed.

Now go away. Literally forever.

You crack a cortado???

The purple hair really brings out Beardsley’s eyes. I’m listening to them and what they’re saying and it’s beautiful but also their eyes are lovely.

Rebellion without hope for a dawn is cynical

God they’re mirroring the painting.

They’re married! They’re back together and they’re going to rest

Is SQUEEM Ankarna’s familiar 😭

Wait so who are you bringing back

Arthur Aguefort driving a station wagon

AYDA!!!!!

Well dang.

That’s some narc shit 💀💀

President Applebees.

Lucy’s back? Lucy’s back!!!

Okay so they are bringing the rat grinders back. Okay.

Zac Oyama….. hiiii

Hey WHAT.

WHAT

I LIKE TO SIT DOWN?????? THAT’S THE MOVE??????

What are you Talking about

The world does not rest on what college you go to. It just doesn’t.

Bitchy sisters my beloveds <3

Uncle Ray!!!!!!!! I love this I love this for him

OOF

Why is Telemaine there

CATHILDA ART!!!!!!

Yesssssss

The odds are quite literally one in one hundred Brennan.

They’re comedians!!!! They’re so good at comedy!

Josh???

The child???

Josh get ready for warrrrr Josh

Awwww yayyyy

Yesss get Riz student gov on his resume!!

Oh Trackerbees. They know each other better than most people and they have love for each other.

Nooooo Kristennnnn

Okay that was an unreasonable expectation

I will not understand this for years 😭😭

Hmm. Feeling weird about Trackerbees but what else is new.

Gorgug made Fig an effects pedal. Oh god.

Why are you giving her THAT BENCH

Ooooh Gorgug teaching would be fun

Hey WHAT

Tip top! [and he turns into birds]

Oh Fig and Sandra Lynn. Oh god.

Aguefort never holds podcasts against anyone

Oh boy oh boy!

KALINA!!!!!

What a show. What a time. It’s been an honor to spend the past five months with everybody here on d20 tumblr, and I’ll see you at Basrar’s 💜💜

[hozaloza]

Aiden v Thomas thingy (Rainbow Factory AU)

Song- Stayed Gone from Hazbin Hotel

(This is a parody in a way)

Aiden-That fucker is back! Ben (on speech device)-Yeah, I thought he was gone for good too. A-It's been years! B-You still pissed he almost beat you that time? A-Uh, fuck you!? B-Just saying. A-Things have changed a lot since he went back to the main company.. B-That's for sure. A-I gotta send a message of who's really in charge of things now… {Aiden} Welcome home I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone Say hello to a new status quo Everyone knows that there's a brand new dawn Turn the TV on! {Rainbow Swans Logo broadcast} Camera speeds Rolling in three, two (Welcome to the show) A-Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been Who has been spotted cavorting around town (Welcome to the show) After a long-year absence! Did anybody miss him? (Welcome to the show) Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program So, the Smiling Crane is back in town, Why is he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well handily, I've got good news! He's a loser, a fossil! And I don't mean to sound hostile, {but the Crane is a coward!} You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible!! I'm visual, he's barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day, don't listen to a word he'd say :) I hope he had a nice vacay, {but he should've stayed away}

A-While he hid in radio, we've pivoted to video (Thomas walking in the Company official broadcast rooms) Now his medium is getting bloody rare! Rainbow Origami's been better since he split :) Where's he been? Who gives a shit?! :D {Thomas} Salutations! Good to be back on the air Yes, I know it's been a while Since someone with style treated Georgia to a broadcast Georgians, rejoice! A-What a dated voice! T-Instead of a clout-chasing mediocre video podcast A-Come on! T-Is Aiden insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working? A-Ignore his chirping! T-Every day, he's got a new format! A-You're looking at the future, he's the shit that comes before that! T-Is Aiden as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Clarks A-Oh, please! T-And here's the sugar on the cream His dad asked me to join his team! A- H-hold on! T-I said no, and now the child's pissy That's the tea! A-You old-timey prick, I'll show you suf-ffering T-Uh oh, the golden child is buffering! A-I'll destroy you, yo-ou lit-tle— {Thomas} I'm afraid you've lost your signal Let's begin I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, tune on in When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run Oh, this will be fun {Aiden} Fuck!

-------

Daniel asked Thomas if he wanted to join the Rainbow Swans sub-organization for a deal, but Thomas declined, rather working at the main company. Daniel himself didn't care, understanding Thomas, but Aiden was pissy about it.

"Oh, why didn't he join my family's sub-group?? Does he think he's too good for us??? Well, I'll show him >:("

And so Thomas had a grudge against a child for like 5-7 years (he sees it as a silly thing, Aiden sees it as serious competition).

Imagine Aiden's horror (comedically) when he found out where Thomas was working at for the company.

[bonzai-bunny]

i found this recently. this is very obviously unfinished but i don't know if i'm gonna finish it so just have what i got. maybe if i get enough people telling me to finish it, i will. enjoy some Bruce sex tape (rated Explicit)

Clark didn’t like to pry into his friends’ lives, especially their civilian ones. Even being a public figure, Bruce Wayne deserved to have some sort of privacy, which is why Clark barely paid attention to whatever scandal Brucie happened to cook up. It was well known among their circle, of the ones who knew of Batman’s identity, that Bruce would use Brucie on occasion to detract public attention from the Batman.

It wasn’t especially hard to do: a well-timed spilled drink down a socialite’s dress, falling off the side of a yacht, or being seen with a woman who was otherwise engaged. The biggest distractions were sex-related, with the occasional sex tape “leaked” and Clark absolutely did not pry, nor did he feel the need to. It was common knowledge that Brucie Wayne was a slut who was sometimes sloppy about where or who he fucked. Clark knew that if he ever gave those tapes a glance, it would be mostly audio with the obscured figure of Bruce and his partner, vague enough to give Bruce plausible deniability.

Clark also knew that, despite what the press thought, Bruce Wayne was anything but sloppy. This was why when Clark glanced at his morning paper, he was only annoyed that his own story had been bumped to page two when he saw the headline, “Bruce Wayne Spotted Having Sex in Public on Tape.” The photo they used of Bruce was one that was often used when he was involved with something lewd: an image taken of him from a gala where he stepped out of a room with his date, bearing the obvious signs of someone who had just had sex. 

Clark had huffed and put the paper away. All that work on uncovering a drug-smuggling ring and his friend had inadvertently pushed it aside. Well, that was the news cycle for you. Clark didn’t think about the scandal until he was at work. 

Clark had sat down at his desk, nursing a hot cup of coffee when he realized that nothing had caused Batman to go awol in the last few weeks, at least to his knowledge. In fact, Batman was due for monitor duty later that evening and he had yet to cancel. Clark frowned, considering calling his friend to see what was up, when Cat Grant popped up over his cubicle.

“Kent! Have you seen that Bruce Wayne sex tape? It’s all I’ve been thinking about all morning.” Cat fanned herself as if the memory made her hot and Clark frowned even more.

“I don’t watch other people’s sex tapes, Cat,” Clark said and ignored the sour look on her face.

“Lighten up, Kent,” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, if anyone needs to see it, it’s you. Might loosen you up a little.”

She giggled at the blush that appeared on Clark’s face and continued, undaunted, “You know, I always thought Wayne was a little gay, that he was always over compensating, not that it makes him any less hot. Seriously, if he ever loses his fortune, he could make good money selling tapes like this, oh my god!”

Cat continued to fan herself, but was distracted by another co-worker entering her sphere of vision. Which was fine, Clark was stuck on the implication that the tape involved Bruce with another man, which was unusual as far as distractions went. Brucie had never given any implication of being into men, not that there was a problem with it. It just wasn’t Brucie’s MO. 

Clark’s curiosity was piqued and he figured just taking a glance at it wouldn’t hurt. Bruce didn’t have to know and, even if he did, Clark knew he wouldn’t be the only league member to watch it. Clark swallowed nervously and glanced around the office before plugging in his headphones and finding the video in question. 

The first difference was that it was a security camera and not a camera phone. The security camera was in black in white and pointed at a blank stairwell corner. Clark felt something like his heart stopping when Bruce and his mystery lover stepped into frame. They were already kissing, but Bruce’s face was clearly visible. Clark swallowed again, more than a little embarrassed. He told himself to turn it off and get back to work. But with his super-vision he could see Bruce and the other guy’s tongues brush and knowing your friend had sex and seeing it about to happen were two totally different things. 

The other guy was blonde and big, nearly the same size as Bruce, and he slowly backed Bruce into the corner. They only pulled away for half a second at a time and Clark, with a touch of shame and more than a touch of arousal, noticed that they were grinding their hips together. From the angle Clark couldn’t see either of their dicks but he wondered--no, Clark put that train of thought to a stop. 

Bruce shrugged off his suit jacket and began to unbuckle his belt and Clark knew that he had gone too far. He shut off the video with his heartbeat heavy in his ears and his entire face blazing red. Clark was mostly glad that he was seated and shifted slightly to take the pressure off of his erection. This was 100% inappropriate and Clark took a calming breath before thinking about farm chores and everything unsexy he could imagine.

This was--that tape was a lot, but even if he got over his guilt, which he wouldn’t, this was not the place to look at that type of thing. Once Clark got his head straight, he vowed to forget about it and never bring it up again unless upon threat of death.

--o0o--

Clark was a damn liar. He had gotten through the rest of the day without issue, but now that he was in the comfort of his own home and he had done his usual patrolling, the idea of the tape was still burned in his mind. Was it wrong for him to wish for a catastrophe so he would have an excuse to not watch the whole video? What was it his Ma had said, “Idle hands are the devil’s playthings”?

Clark ran a hand through his hair and let out a low breath. What he was doing was wrong. It didn’t matter how curious he was, it was wrong. No matter how many times Clark repeated this to himself in his head, he still had his laptop on the couch in front of him. He found the video again and played, feeling just a little bit paranoid that he was being watched, that Bruce would jump out of the shadows and shame him for what he was doing.

Clark bit his lip when he got to the part that he had stopped at: Bruce was unbuckling his belt in between kisses from his lover and in a very short--and shocking--amount of time, Bruce’s pants and underwear were on the floor. Bruce’s dress shirt didn’t hide the sight of his cock jutting out and Clark bit his lip harder as he felt his own cock throb. Clark had seen Bruce naked before, he had known in some small part of his mind that Bruce never compensated for anything, but it was startling in a sexual context. A jolt of heat went through Clark and he could understand why Cat was so flustered this morning.

Then the man spun Bruce around, got down on his knees and--holy shit--he was eating Bruce out for the whole world to see. Clark got hard so quickly he had to reach down and hold himself just for a measure of restraint. Bruce’s eyes were closed but his mouth hung open and he looked like he was enjoying what was happening to him. This was dirtier than Clark had imagined but it didn’t stop the aroused throb he felt watching that stranger bury his face into Bruce’s ass.

If there was a line, then Clark had vaulted over it.

Mostly, Clark wished there was sound. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly Bruce sounded like in the throes of passion. Was he loud, moaning and screaming when pleasure overtook him? Or was he quiet, all grunts and bitten off gasps?

[justanotherdumass]

The Death of Mara Nekros

The stressed out news reporter stood on the side of the road, stepping on the cement in front of the camera with a microphone in her hand. “Kamrey we’re rolling,” The camera-man said. Kamrey looked at the camera and tried not to look at the body bag behind her.

“This morning a seventeen year old girl Mara Nekros was found dead, Mara was suspected of being murdered by a hit and run. Police have yet to investigate the murder.” Kamrey reports to the camera. The camera-man shows a picture of Mara before she was murdered and then the body bag on the side of the road.

Two days go by. Homicide detective Markus Muldoon and detective Colton Clarke walk out of the chief’s office. They had both been chosen to investigate Mara’s murder.

“Tsk, why do I have to work with you,” Markus says as soon as they are out of the chief´s hearing.

“Would you be professional for once in your life, plus if anyone should be disappointed it’s me. Everyone knows I'm a better detective than you,” Colton replies.

Markus and Colton have been rivals since they first started working. They both find each other cute but neither would admit that. Markus shook his head annoyed, “Ugh let’s just go to the site and see what the other detectives have found.” Colton and Markus walk out of the police station and get into a black minivan. In the minivan the radio is broken. Colton gets into the driver’s seat and drives the car. They thought the only thing they had in common was their age, they’re both 35. During the car ride the detectives get to know each other more. They find out they have lots in common. Same favorite color, same favorite movie, same favorite tv show,etc. Maybe the other isn’t so bad the other thinks to himself.

They arrive at the crime scene. Markus looks at the yellow police tape littering the crime scene. Colton walks up to the other detectives. Markus follows. Markus and Colton ask the detectives what they have found at the scene. The other detectives report they have found a license plate, tire marks, and that there is a traffic camera nearby. Colton and Markus try to picture what happened to Mara even though they still don’t know who the murderer is yet. They name what they already know. The murderer drove on the left side of the road then ran Mara over then drove away, and while they drove away they left tire marks and dropped their license plate in the process.

Markus and Colton decide to question Mara’s parents while they get the results of Mara’s autopsy and get permission to view the traffic camera. Markus and Colton got into the minivan at the station parking lot.

“So do you like baseball?” Markus asks from the passenger seat. Colton turns his head to the right.

“Like playing it or watching it?”

“Both”

“I’m not really a big fan of playing it but I love watching it on TV, what about you?”

“Same.”

They talk about their favorite games they watched, specifically the games with the Chicago Cubs. They talk about their favorite players and the players they think could do better. They spend the whole car ride bonding over baseball. They both find liking each other’s company. Have they become friends?

Colton parks in front of a little blue house with a gray roof. Markus sighs.

“Dang I was really enjoying this conversation,” Markus gives Colton a small smile.

“Me too but we still have work to do.”

Colton and Markus get out of the mini-van then walk up to the house’s front door. Markus knocks on the varnished door. A woman with red puffy eyes opens the door. A man walks up behind her, he also has red puffy eyes.

“Hello, my name is Detective Clarke and this is Detective Muldoon, and we wanted to ask you questions about your daughter Mara”

The woman nods then lets the detectives inside her house. The detectives ask Mara’s parents where Mara was, if she was with anybody, and what time did she leave. Her parents reveal that she left around 8pm to spend the night with her friend Lilith. Mara’s mom starts to cry.

“Can you tell me anything about Lilith sir?” Markus asks Mara’s father.

“Lilith is a sweet girl and was Mara’s best friend”

“Can you tell me Lilith’s address please?” Colton asks.

Colton and Markus walk to the minivan. They drive to Lilith’s house. They pull in front of a medium sized house that has white siding. Markus and Colton both get a text message from one of the detectives. They get information about the license plate. The murderer drives a car, a SUG. The car was made in 2005. Markus looks up from his phone and looks at Lilith’s driveway.

“Hey Colton look up that car matches our description”

“Yeah, and it also doesn’t have a license plate”

“There’s probably a logical reason for it, let’s just go talk to her”

Colton knocks on the front door three times. A teenage girl opens the door.

“Yes?” Lilith says while silently judging the detectives.

“I’m Detective Muldoon and this is Detective Clarke.”

“So?”

“We’re here to ask Lilith Agrona questions about Mara Nekros.”

“I’m Lilith.”

“So Lilith who’s car is that outside,” Colton questions

“It’s mine and weren’t you supposed to ask questions about that little runt” Lilith realizes her mistake, “I meant Mara, she says in a fake sympathetic tone.

Markus and Colton look at each other. Markus speaks up.

“This is about her.”

Colton clears his throat.

“If you don’t mind, what happened to your license plate?”

“It fell off when I ran something over.”

“What did you run over?” Markus asks. Markus already had an idea on what it was and so did Colton. What kind of friend would do that? Markus looked disgusted and angry for a second. Lilith realizes they’ve figured it out.

“Yeah, I murdered that little runt so what,” she snaps. Markus looks at her disgusted.

“ No one accused you but thanks for confessing,” Colton replies.

Markus sits down on Colton’s couch next to him. He takes a sip of hot cocoa from the orange mug in his hand.

“If I ever have a friend like that please shoot me.” Markus says while the other man covers them with a blue fuzzy blanket.

“Sorry I don’t think I would be able to do that.” Colton brushes a strand of hair out of Markus’s face. Markus smiles at Colton. The detectives realized this moment felt a bit romantic but neither minded. Colton turns on his TV and they watch the game like they originally intended. Markus continues to think about the investigation from a few days ago. His stomach starts to twist.

“She was murdered by her own best friend, or more one-sided friendship. I would cry if my best friend secretly hated my guts from the beginning,” his stomach twisted more, “what kind of person even does that? So proud of murdering someone.” His stomach twisted even more.

“A bad person.” Colton notices Markus’s state and sits closer to him. Markus starts to feel much better. They watch the baseball game and end up falling asleep next to each other.

The detectives sit in the courtroom on the last day of the trial. Was Lilith guilty or not guilty? There was already so much evidence against her. The traffic camera caught her, the car matched up, she even confessed three times and it was proved she planned it. The judge slams the gavel. Guilty. Lilith gets sentenced to life in prison.

A few months go by and the seasons change. The detectives have been spending way more time together. They even developed crushes on each other. Colton sits down in front of Markus at a small restaurant. Markus looks nervous.

“Are you okay?”

“I like you, Markus blurts out.

“I like you too.”

[alyssaforevermore]

Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 9. Unity Day

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Tags: @mellxander1993 @sweetz1919 @jordangdelacruz

Masterlist

I had waited up late last night, anticipating the inevitable conversation with my parents. Luckily for me, both were too busy on the Ark to bother. Part of me was bitter, considering what today was, but I knew the chaos of Bellamy's information stirred up a lot up there.

Luckily, today was Unity Day and Clarke and Bellamy had both agreed to pause work on the camp and defences until after the ceremony. This meant I had a chance to sleep in for the first time since I'd be locked in Skybox.

When my eyes finally fluttered open, I noticed Octavia staring at me from across the tent.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Then, I smiled. "You're such a weirdo."

Octavia rolled her eyes, standing from her bed and rushing over to mine. "I found something I thought you'd like." She leaned over, rummaging through her pack and pulling out a long knife, handing it to me with a smile. "Happy Birthday."

My eyes widened. "I can't believe you remembered."

"Of course I did!" Octavia beamed. "You made my birthday in Skybox so special, and we weren't even free at the time. I know it's not much, but I figured it would come in handy."

I felt my eyes swell with tears, though I quickly pushed them back. "Thank you, O. I really appreciate you even remembering."

We hugged briefly, Octavia pulling away with excitement. "We are going to have so much fun tonight. Monty is cooking up some of his famous moonshine."

"At least we get to drink it this time."

"I'll let you get ready for the day," Octavia spoke, heading to the entrance of the tent. "Too bad the moonshine isn't ready yet. I could use it to get through the Unity Day Ceremony."

I laughed as Octavia headed out of the tent. After all those years of participating in the ceremony with Clarke and Wells, I could also use a drink.

...

I made my way to the centre of camp, finding most had gathered around the monitor to watch the early portion of the ceremony. The camera panned to my father for a moment, a sharp pain shooting through my body. Despite lucking out and getting to avoid talking to him, of course I'd still have to see him.

"Missing being up there for this?"

I turned around, Bellamy appearing. "Definitely not."

He raised an eyebrow. "Kane's daughter doesn't like Unity Day?"

"Kane doesn't like Unity Day." I whispered, earning a chuckle. "It's just such an elaborate show, as if we came together peacefully for the good of mankind. The Ark only became the Ark after the thirteenth station was blasted out of the sky."

"You're even more pessimistic than usual."

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the screen. "You're one to talk."

Bellamy let out a sigh, walking away to join the others.

Alone. As Always.

...

- Six Years Earlier -

I sat on the couch of our family's unit, staring at the door. It was nearing midnight, and I had yet to see my parents all day. When I woke up they'd both been gone, my mother being called away for surgery and my father for whatever 'official business' Jaha needed him for today.

My birthday cake sat in the fridge still, awaiting an adult to stick some candles on it and light it for me. Part of me felt guilty for being upset about missing out on candles; I was one of the lucky few who could even afford to have a cake made. I had read in a book once that cakes were tradition for every birthday on Earth.

The sound of a keycard swipe yanked me from my thoughts as I quickly jumped over the couch. The hard metal door swung open, revealing my mother. She looked exhausted, yet somehow still so put together.

Her eyes finally landed on me, her tired eyes widening. "Honey, I am so sorry."

"It's alright, Mom." I lied. "I spent the night watching movies after the Unity Day Ceremony."

She frowned, placing her keycard on the table by the door. "You shouldn't have to watch movies alone on your birthday."

"I'm used to it." My mother winced, her frown only growing. "I haven't touched the cake yet." I added, smiling.

My mother finally smiled. "Let's bust out the candles then!"

"Really?" I asked. "We aren't supposed to have any flames after ten."

"Are you going to tell Jaha?" She asked. I shook my head. "Good. Neither am I."

My mother marched into the kitchen, grabbing the candles from the drawer as I pulled the cake out of the fridge. She placed twelve candles neatly across the cake, lighting them all with a match. Before I could blow out the candles, she placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Sweetheart."

My smile filled out my face as I closed my eyes and made my wish. Then, I opened my eyes, blowing out the candles as the clock struck midnight.

...

"My friends, this is a historic Unity Day." Jaha spoke through the monitor. "Every year, we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this is the last time we do so while aboard her. Next year, on the ground."

Cheers erupted on the Ark, but most remained silent down here.

"Right. After we did all the work." Miller groaned. "Somebody shut him up."

"You shut up, Miller. Nobody's forcing you to watch." Raven snapped.

"For ninety-seven years, we have eked out an existence, hoping that someday our descendants would return to Earth." Jaha continued.

"Monty strikes again!" Jasper's voice rang out through the camp. "Call this batch 'Unity Juice'. Who's thirsty?"

Many delinquents rushed over, grabbing makeshift cups while Jasper filled them all. I stayed put, for reasons I didn't even understand, watching the ceremony instead.

"To our sons and daughters on Earth listening to this message, we will see you soon." Jaha carried on. "The first Exodus ship will launch in under sixty hours, carrying you the reinforcements that you need, so stay strong. Help is on the way."

As the words filled my ears, I could feel my heart stop. The first Exodus ship meant the second wouldn't be far behind. How soon until my father was down here? Despite the constant threat, I was getting used to having freedom down here. I definitely wasn't ready for him to bark orders at me again. At least my mother would be down here soon. Hopefully before him.

Children carrying flags danced around the screen for a while, a little girl finally stepping into the centre of their circle.

"Long ago when the Earth was on fire, through space all alone. Then one day, Mir floated by Shenzhen, and they realised life would be better together." The girl spoke. "The other stations saw this, and they wanted to be together, too. When all the stations were formed, they called themselves-"

A loud bang sounded through the radio, the video cutting to static. We all stared at the screen, waiting for the video to come back, but it never did.

...

The sun had gone down, work came and went, and now it was time to have some much needed and deserved fun. As I walked through camp I watched everyone drinking, laughing, singing and playing games. I'd never seen 'unity' like this on the Ark.

My eyes landed on Bellamy, and I felt a familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. I took a deep breath, marching over until I was standing behind him.

"Hey," I spoke, causing him to turn around. "I was a jerk earlier. I'm sorry."

Bellamy eyed me for a moment, before smiling. "Birthday blues, I get it."

My eyes widened. "How did you-"

"Octavia told me a bit ago." Bellamy cut me off. "I can't blame you for hating Unity Day more than most."

"My birthday was always a little overshadowed." I sighed. "I can't complain too much, though. My mother always found a way to make it special, even if it was just before midnight."

Bellamy smiled. "Your mother sounds great."

"Yeah, she's pretty cool." I smiled back.

I watched Clarke approach us, a frown on her face. "The comms are still dead."

"Best Unity Day ever." Bellamy smirked.

"Now you agree with me." I joked.

"Do you guys really think now is a good time to have a party?" Clarke asked, looking around. "The Grounder is still out there."

I shook my head. "Grounders."

"By now, he's made it home. He's probably putting together a lynch mob." Bellamy spoke, causing Clarke to shift her feet. "Relax. I got security covered. Why don't you go get a drink? You look like you could use one."

"I could use more than one."

"So have more than one," Bellamy responded. "Clarke, the Exodus ship carrying your mother comes down here in two days. After that, the party's over. Have some fun while you still can. You deserve it."

Clarke thought for a moment. "Yeah, okay. So do you, by the way. Both of you."

"I'll have my fun when the Gounders get here." Bellamy smirked.

Clarke smiled, laughing slightly. "Alright."

We both watched her disappear into the crowd, Bellamy spinning the apple in his hand. Finally, he turned to me.

"What about you?" He asked. "Shouldn't you be celebrating?"

I shrugged. "I'm not even sure I know how to celebrate."

Bellamy took one final bite of his apple, tossing it to the side. "Come on." He said, marching away.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my shorter legs struggling to keep up.

"First, we get drinks. Then, I will teach you how to celebrate."

I laughed, causing him to stop and look back at me. "You're going to teach me how to celebrate?"

Bellamy smirked. "Trust me, we used to have the best parties on Factory Station."

"Right, I heard about those." I smiled. "I always wished I could go."

"Well, now you pretty much get to."

We reached Jasper, Bellamy asking for drinks. Jasper poured them, eyeing the two of us the entire time.

...

We spent most of the night drinking, talking about our experiences on the Ark and playing different games. Finally, we came across a new group, Clarke among them.

"You're not gonna get this one." Clarke taunted Fox.

Fox smirked. "Yes, I am."

"No, it's not happening."

Fox flipped the metal piece, landing it the cup of moonshine.

Everyone around the table cheered as Clarke admitted defeat, drinking from the cup and spitting the metal piece out.

"What do you know?" A boy spoke. "Her highness can actually party. I like it."

"What are you gonna do when the guards come down here and commandeer Monty's still?" Clarke asked.

"Build another one."

"Right." Clarke laughed, her eyes landing on me. "Athena! Come try."

I shook my head. "I'm alright, thanks."

"Come on, Athena." Bellamy nudged my arm.

I sighed, stepping towards the table. "Alright, what am I supposed to do?"

Clarke explained the rules to me as best as her tipsy self could. I stood across the table from her, aiming my piece of metal towards her cup. I then tossed it, the piece bouncing off the table and landing in her cup.

Clarke stared down at her cup for a moment before looking back up at me with a frown. "I regret asking you to try it."

"Beginner's luck." I threw my hands up, smiling.

Clarke and I battled it out for a bit, her getting distracted before we could break the tie. She placed one of the metal pieces on her nose, struggling to balance it.

"Hey, can we talk?" Finn asked, appearing through the crowd and placing his hand on Clarke's arm.

"Is everything alright?" She asked.

Finn looked around before gesturing for her to follow him.

With Clarke gone I stepped away from the table, realising I had sort of abandoned Bellamy. To my surprise he was still there, the smile on his face bigger than I'd ever seen it before.

"You were totally going to win that game."

My eyes widened, my cheeks warming up. "You think so?"

He nodded. "I'm impressed, Athena."

"It's the birthday spirit, I guess." I laughed, stumbling slightly.

"Woah," Bellamy laughed, grabbing my arms. "You alright?"

I nodded. "I'm a little dizzy. Very tired. Too much birthday."

Bellamy laughed again, helping me regain my balance. "Let's get you to bed, alright?"

"That sounds like a good idea."

Bellamy led me across the camp, stopping just outside of my tent.

"Octavia, are you in there?"

No response.

Bellamy pushed the flap to the side, stepping inside and helping me navigate my way through. I quickly sat on my cot, staring up at Bellamy.

"Alright, try to get some sleep." Bellamy's eyes shifted around the tent. "I'll bring you some water in a bit. Drink it when you wake up."

Bellamy turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed his arm. "Bellamy, wait."

He stopped turning back around to face me. I stood from my bed, the alcohol taking over me and I tossed my arms around him.

"Athena?" He asked.

"Thank you, for everything today." I spoke. "It was the best birthday ever."

I felt Bellamy's arms wrap around me, lingering there for just a few moments before we both pulled away. I stared into his soft brown eyes, and he stared back into mine. For a second, I thought he'd say something more.

Instead, he smiled. "Goodnight, Athena. Happy Birthday."

Bellamy turned to exit the tent, pushing the flap aside to reveal Clarke. Her eyes quickly darted to me behind him, before landing back on his face.

"Hey, I needed to talk to you both."

"Been having fun, Princess?" Bellamy smirked.

Clarke glared. "I'm serious."

"You always are."

"Finn's set up a meeting with the Grounders. I'm leaving to go talk to them."

I stood up, my head spinning. "Like hell you are."

"Do you think that impaling people on spears is code for 'let's be friends'? Have you lost your damn mind?"

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Now you two decide to agree on things?"

"Clarke, we have no idea what else these people are capable of. You could be walking into a trap."

"I think it might be worth a shot." Clarke shrugged. "I mean, we do have to find a way to live with them."

"They'll probably gut you, string you up as a warning."

"Well, that's why I'm here." Clarke said. "I need you guys to follow us, be our backup."

"Does Finn know about this?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke shook her head. "He doesn't need to know."

I eyed Clarke for a few moments, before finally letting out a hearty sigh. "Alright, I'm feeling up for an adventure this evening anyways."

"Good," Clarke nodded. "Bring guns."

While I watched Clarke march away, Bellamy turned to me.

"You should stay here."

I shook my head. "No way, I'm coming with you."

"Athena, you were falling over ten minutes ago."

"And now I'm worried about my friends." I snapped. "Bellamy, We've all been drinking. I'll sober up on the walk there."

"Athena-"

"I can't stay behind while my friends meet with the enemy. I'm coming with you, end of discussion."

"No, not 'end of discussion'," Bellamy glared, folding his arms across his chest. "Who knows what kind of danger we're gonna be walking into out there. I know you always feel like you have to risk yourself for your friends, but not this time. I can't worry about you."

I went to protest, his words finally sinking in and forcing me to stop. He was right. As much as I found arguing with him slightly entertaining, I knew this was one battle I would not be winning.

"Alright," I sighed, slapping my hands against my thighs as I sat down on my coat. "Promise you'll be careful?"

Bellamy nodded. "We'll be back before you know it. Try to get some rest."

Bellamy left the tent, and I knew I would not be getting any sleep that night.

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AN: Here we are with chapter nine! I hope you all enjoyed. Please remember to like/reblog and share your thoughts <3

[garina]

Two more episodes down... For @kedreeva, who is apparently waiting for me to lose my mind in another 4 episodes time...

Dr Brenner can die in all the fires. Forever. Manipulative abusive amoral arsehole. And anyone who helped him do that to El (and others?) can join him.

This cast are absolutely incredible. The way Mike's face crumples when he gets home after they see the 'body' being found is heartbreaking and I was crying with them all.

I really like Mrs Wheeler. She's trying to be a supportive mother and protect her kids, and while she's obviously hurt when Joyce suddenly tells her to leave for apparently no reason, she just leaves quietly without snapping back.

Jonathan really messed up with those photos. Steve and the others had a right to be angry (even if arseholes in other respects). Not sure whether Steve would have gone as far as smashing the camera if it wasn't for That Photo of Nancy, unsurprisingly it seemed to be the one that really pissed him off.

Nancy seems to have forgiven him quite easily, but then that's her right. Also a)he gave her a genuine apology, and b) I don't think she cares about anything right now except finding Barb,and Jonathan's not dismissing her

Poor Barb, that opening scene was heartbreaking and terrifying. The fact that she can't see properly while trying to escape, and the way it's intercut with Nancy and Steve having sex is really really effective.

The problem with anxiety, is that when something genuinely dangerous, or something that anyone would find terrifying, comes along, a lot of your coping mechanisms go out of the window because they're often based on rationalising your anxieties, and trying to persuade your brain that everything will be alright. This does not work when things are clearly not ok. Or when monsters climb out of the walls. Poor Joyce.

The lights spelling out 'RUN' was an amazing spinechilling moment.

El's struggle to communicate continues to get me. Just not having the words to explain (and it's a pretty complicated concept anyway). Also her delight when she first sees herself as an ordinary girl.

Mr Clarke continues to be awesome. More teachers should be like him.

Public humiliation should be mandatory for all bullies, especially ones as vile as Troy.

The radio/Will in the wall scene. Best scene so far, no competition. The dawning horror and fear on the boys' faces as they realise: yes he's really alive... but things are really really BAD. Joyce talking to him though the wall and begging him to run and stay safe, promising she'll find him...

Do the portals really have to be so... membrany? And the way those pieces reknit across the portal in the lab, it looked almost like hands reaching across and grasping each other. Nope. Do. Not. Want. A real, primal revulsion moment.

I am impressed with Hopper's investigative skills, not so much with his romantic ones. Did you consider apologising properly for your behaviour and asking the understandably angry librarian for help properly? The bit with the fake body was really good, you could see him doubting himself and really having to psyche himself up to do it. I am not sure his one man mission into the lab is going to go well.

Running out of steam and coherentish sentences. But not of feels. Roll on episodes 5 and 6!

[barnxsromanxff]

Polaroids | Bucky Barnes x reader

Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

Prompt: You finds an old camera in your room and put it to good use.

Pairing: Bucky barnes x f!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ no minors photography during smut, mentions of flash, bodily fluids, oral m and f receiving, blowjob, cum facial, mention of light skin bruising, explicit words. 18+ only please

A/n: wow. this was... nice. please be kind and give feedback if u have any suggestions. my requests are open! enjoy and remember wrap it before you tap it, no stds or unplanned pregnancies for us.

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A huff left your lips as you rummaged through bags that your mom sent, they were cleaning out your childhood room and randomly sent you boxes piled with useless junk.

“Should’ve just thrown it all away.”

You mumbled in annoyance and you scanned old diary entry’s.

May 10th 1999

Dear Diary, Today was horrible. Mrs clark made me present in front of the whole class! And Jim laughed when I started stuttering, no one liked my pictures.

Pictures! A lightbulb went off in your head and you pulled out your old photography class assignments. Picture after picture flooded the room and soon enough you were surrounded by old photos from high school. Some were bright, others were more mellow. Most had a secret message attached, whether it was about emotional damage, abuse, or just pollution they all had some sort of meaning. You smiled as you picked up your old polaroid camera, a full container of film still inside of it. You turned the camera towards the mess and the flashed filled the dark apartment.

“It still works.”

You rushed into your shared bedroom with a new found excitement, you smiled at bucky and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hi doll.”

“Bucky look what I found.”

He noticed the excitement in your voice and adored these moods of yours. He took the camera in his hands and turned it side to side analyzing what you gave him.

“It’s a polaroid camera, it takes pictures and immediately prints them out. Like this.”

You snatched the pink camera and told Bucky to smile, you gave a small smile and the flash blinded him.

“That’s bright.”

You laughed as he blinked rapidly, the camera began to print and you grabbed the small photo and waved it in the air. After a few moments the cheesy grin appeared on the photo, Bucky looked at it in amazement. His eyes glanced over to you, then down your body. It was late and you had your lace gown on.

“Can I take one?”

You nodded and posed, your hands on your hips as you pretended to be a super hero. Bucky let of a hearty laugh and shook his head, he nodded over to the bed and you shuffled over there. You sat down and looked up at him for his instructions, what he did next surprised you. His thumb rubbed your lips gently before pushing past them into your mouth. You hummed in delight and swirled your tongue around the digit.

“Look up doll.”

You kept sucking on his thumb as you looked up at him through your lashes, the bright flash filled your vision.

“You look so pretty like this.”

He took his thumb out and shook the picture lightly. A soft moan left him as the photo began to appear, your pure eyes stared up at him through the photo. Your cheeks hallowed out and spit dribbling down his thumb. A sight of an angel.

“Angel, open your mouth again.”

You complied and waited patiently as he rid himself of his pants and underwear. His lower half was naked for your eyes, his member was leaking precum. The head was slightly red and his veins were bulging out, immediately your mouth began to water.

“Take me in your mouth.”

You leaned towards his body and licked a stripe. His breath shuttered and you trailed your fingers up his thighs and massaged his cock. You finally began to take in the tip, gagging as you pushed further. Your jaw adjusted to his size and you started sucking him off. His low moans and groans encouraged you, you took his balls in your hand and rubbed them softly.

The bright flash made you open your eyes and watch the film print, bucky looked down at you and caressed your face softly. His hand moved to your hair and balled up a fist of it, he pushed your head back until your lips touched his skin. Your gags and his moans filled the room, spit dripping down onto the bed and your lips.

“Your mouth feels so good, such a pretty girl.”

He began thrusting into your mouth and another flash over took your senses, your mouth was stuffed and your hair was a mess as Bucky continued to grip onto it.

“Just like that.”

His thrusts became more erratic, his cock throbbed in your mouth and the look on his face told that he was close. He pulled your mouth off his spit soaked cock, he pumped himself and russian curses left his lips.

“Tongue out, beautiful.”

You opened your mouth and let your tongue fall out, his salty seed was all your could taste as he came. His cum dribbled down your lips and was on your cheeks, another click of the camera and flash made you open your eyes. You licked your lips and savored the taste, Bucky took your lips on his and tasted himself. You pulled him down onto the bed and wrestled your way on top of him. You took the camera and photos out of his hand, you admired his work.

“These are... really dirty.”

He smiled and took the photo of your face dripping with his cum. His eye brows raised as he scanned it, he nibbled on his lip and his eyes returned back to you. Suddenly your back was on the bed and buck was on top of you.

“Let’s take some more, just for keep sake.”

You laughed and rubbed his arms.

“Better get started Sargent.”

Buck ripped off your lace gown and handed you the camera, his lips trailed down your body. He placed light kisses onto your breasts all the way to your inner thighs, he sucked sweet marks onto your thighs. They would definitely bruise but you didn’t mind, his tongue finally touched your center. He started licking like his life depended on, kitten licks onto your clit. His tongue delved into your dripping entrance, Your body began to quiver and a flash filled the room. His movements picked up and he slid into a finger, moving in and out of you. You moaned loud and began chanting his name and giving soft encouragements.

“Please James.”

He put your legs on his shoulders and his face was fully in between your legs. His nose brushed on your clit and he moved to suck on it, two more fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Let go for me, cum on my face.”

Your body filled with pleasure as the ball in your stomach took over you, your toes curled and your back arched. Your walls clenched around his fingers, soft whimpers left your lips as he took his fingers out. Bucky lifted his head finally from between your thighs, the sight was enough to make you cum again. His lips were pink and swollen, his jaw and face was covered in your juices and a smile made him glow.

“Smile, barnes”

He gave you a smirk and licked his lips as the flash clicked. You shook the film and eyes widened as you looked at the photo. You were definitely gonna look at these when he was off on missions.

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Extra scene:

“Come on Buck.”

Bucky hurried to follow Steve and Sam, the three of them were at dinner. It was Bucks turn to pay so he grabbed his wallet from out of his pocket, he shuffled through and grabbed some money. As he pulled it out a photo slipped out and fell onto the ground, His eyes widened as Steve bent down to pick it up.

“Don’t look at that.”

Steve blushed furiously as he glanced down at his hands, immediately he closed his eyes and held out his hand for him to take it back. He mumbled a sorry and they both glanced at a clueless Sam, he looked up with a confused expression.

“What?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw , You were in for it when he got home.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

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Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood