#i kept waiting for clark to walk in but he didn't.......

[rosehathawhey]

I'm sure the right guy is out there.

SMALLVILLE | 3x07

[kislnd]

possessive - george clarke~

synopsis: george has to collect a tipsy y/n after a night out with her friends - there he is introduced to one of her old coworkers.

notes: i managed to accidentally post this several times before finishing it lol (pain) 😭 thanks to anon for requesting this plot x

warnings: alcohol & angst (good resolution dw guys)

word count: 2.4k

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"are you almost ready?" george called out to y/n, who was in the bathroom finishing up her makeup. she knew her friends were here to collect her for their night out and george was just making sure she didn't end up keeping them waiting for too long. "yes, just give me a sec!" she replies, throwing a brush in the general direction of her makeup bag haphazardly.

"all done," she smiles, coming out of the bathroom, finishing touches all complete. "you look gorgeous y/n." george beams, wrapping his arms around her middle. "thank you." she returns the hug and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to walk towards the front door, with george following behind her. "have fun and be safe," he says, "and when you're ready to be picked up just give me a text." y/n nods, she was always grateful that he was willing to do things like that for her no matter what time of the night it was. "see you later then," she grins, a grin that he couldn't help but reciprocate, and steps outside to join her friends.

the pub that y/n's friends had chosen was a local one, but one that she had walked past countless times without ever giving it a second thought. she wasn't sure what to expect upon entering the establishment, but that didn't make her nervous. she had always thought that trying out new things or places was one of the things that kept life exciting.

once over the threshold, her senses were immediately flooded - loud music blaring from what appeared to be karaoke (something she anticipated she would have to pry her drunk friends away from later in the evening), several conversations, most of which were shouted in a desperate attempt to be heard over the music, and a strong smell of alcohol. at least, y/n thought, the people seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"we can either sit next to the speaker and go deaf or nearer to that group," one of her friends gestured to a fairly large group of rowdy guys near the bar, "and also go deaf." they all laugh at this, although their laughter was short-lived - the options really weren't good. "i vote anything but that," y/n scrunches her nose up thinking about the group - if they were already unpleasant from the safe distance at which she was observing them, god knows how insufferable it would be to spend a few hours practically on top of them.

after some deliberation, y/n and her friends settled on a table closer to the music. with everyone situated and ready for the night, a few of the girls made their way to the bar to grab some drinks.

"is that everything?" y/n questioned, scanning the array of drinks that had been poured for them. "seems about right," her friend shrugged, "we'll figure out if we ordered everyone something when we give them out." y/n nods, she was right. thankfully, enough of them had come to the bar to help out that what would have otherwise been a horrendous balancing act, was actually a swift and tidy transportation of drinks. y/n placed the last few glasses down on the table before turning to one of the girls and saying quietly, "i'm just going to pop to the toilet."

"do you want one of us to come with?" she asked, to which y/n shook her head - the bathroom wasn't far from where they were sitting and she wasn't worried about anything else. they had specifically chosen to sit across the room from the disruptive group of guys so she figured they wouldn't bother her.

either way, y/n decided she would move as quickly as possible, sliding past the few people nearby and into the room. she didn't want to spend more time than she needed to in there - pub toilets were unpleasant at the best of times and she also didn't really want to miss out on anything. nevertheless, she took a moment to freshen up - her makeup was still in position and her hair didn't seem to be so different from when she originally styled it so she simply gave her hands a wash and made for the door.

grabbing the cool metal handle, y/n threw the door open and set off with the intention of walking briskly back in the direction of her friends. instead, her stride was broken by a figure colliding with her as she stepped out of the bathroom. "oh!" she jumped back, her body flush with the door, "i'm so sorry." she exclaimed. the person, whom she had now realised was a man who had just come out of the bathroom himself, smiled warmly down at her. "don't worry, i wasn't really looking where i was going." y/n studied his face for a moment, she could've sworn she recognised him but she couldn't quite put her finger on where from. "sorry," she brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face, "do i know you from somewhere?" she paused, wondering if that had been a strange question, "i just feel like you look familiar," she added.

"you're y/n aren't you?" the man cocked his eyebrow, but didn't wait for a response. "we used to work together." realisation hit y/n, she couldn't believe she had managed to briefly forget him, they had spent almost every day for a number of years side by side. she couldn't even blame this one on alcohol. "of course!" she laughed at her own silliness and also in the hopes of relieving some tension - she was praying she hadn't offended him. "we had some good times." she smiled. much to her relief, he smiled back, "absolutely, i can't believe how much time has passed. i'd love to catch up with you." y/n liked the idea - she had to admit that she had wondered what he was up to and this would be the perfect opportunity to check in. however, she also recognised that she was here with her friends and it would be wrong to abandon them, especially when they were the ones that organised the evening.

"i'm kind of with people at the moment," y/n gave him an apologetic look, she had tried to word it kindly, in a way that didn't seem like a harsh refusal of his offer. "no worries, just whenever you have a free moment later on," he smiles, "drinks on me, of course." y/n returns the smile, "see you later then."

//

y/n could feel her head growing fuzzy and she could tell her friends felt the same, so it had been a collective decision to end the night there. with everyone calling taxis or friends to collect them, y/n decided to drop george a text to come and collect her in around half an hour's time. as promised, she found her way to her ex-coworker's table, telling herself that she could only accept one drink out of politeness and as to not hate herself too much the next morning.

"so what'll it be?" he asks grinning, digging into his pocket to find his wallet. "just whatever you're having," y/n slid into a chair and waited for him to return with the drink. soon enough, the drinks arrived and after getting over some initial awkwardness, they were back to chatting like old friends. y/n was so caught up in conversation that she hadn't realised george had texted her numerous times that he had arrived until he entered the pub himself and informed her.

"i've been trying to get you to come outside for a bit now," george says, approaching the table where they were sitting. he wasn't angry, he was aware that y/n would be caught up with her friends and therefore a little slower to check her phone, but he was confused. who was this guy? he'd met y/n's friends on countless occasions, and she often mentioned them, but this stranger hadn't ever seemed to come up in conversation. "i'm sorry," she looked up at him with flushed cheeks, the alcohol had definitely gotten to her. george was about to open his mouth to ask her who the mystery man was but before he could get there, she interjected, "this is my old coworker, from when i worked at the shop."

suddenly it made sense - maybe y/n had mentioned him in passing, he was sure she'd talked about her time at the shop a couple of times previously. "well nice meeting you," george didn't really feel like engaging in any formalities, all he really wanted was to get y/n home and go to bed. "we'd better get home." he smiled somewhat apologetically, and took y/n by the hand in an attempt to coax her to stand up. "honestly, please join us," the man, who george still didn't know the name of (nor did he really care to find out either), said. "we were only just beginning to catch up." george glanced at y/n, although he wasn't so sure if she was in a good position to be passing judgement.

"that would be nice," she smiled softly, "george?" she looked up at him with big eyes, eyes that he often found very hard to resist. george still wasn't sold on the idea. "are you sure? it's getting quite late now." he questioned, in the hopes that she would agree and they could go. he really was not a fan of how eager this guy was to spend time with her, and it was made worse by the fact that he hardly knew the guy. "please?" y/n tightened her grip on his hand, willing him to just take the seat next to her.

at this point, george obliged. it was clear y/n was enjoying herself and this guy didn't make her uncomfortable. it was not worth ruining her night and mood by forcing her to come with him. "alright." he said flatly, admittedly through gritted teeth. y/n raised an eyebrow at his tone but brushed it off, maybe he was just tired and besides, he absolutely could tolerate sitting down and talking for a short while.

//

the more he talked, the more george was sure he couldn't stand the guy. the way he looked at y/n with such blind adoration in his eyes, the way he kept reaching out to touch her on the arm briefly during the conversation and his body language, completely focused towards y/n as if he wasn't there - it was all far too much.

george made a point of blatantly checking the time and announcing it to the table, "right, i think we should call it a night here?" he turned to y/n, who was obviously more tired than she had been when he first arrived, who solemnly agreed. george stood up first, quickly helping y/n up and wrapping his arm around her shoulder protectively. "thank you, that was a lovely evening," her former coworker smiled, "we should do this again y/n." the fact he had purposely left george out of the conversation, without even having the decency to offer an invite to him (or to any of her friends) confirmed every suspicion.

george's body stiffened, his grip on y/n tightening slightly. "i don't think that would be appropriate." he said calmly, masking how truly infuriating it was for him to be witnessing this behaviour. "we're leaving now." he didn't give y/n a chance to wave goodbye or say thank you to her old friend, and instead took off briskly towards the exit and to the car.

"what was that about?" y/n looked puzzled, to her the night had simply been catching up with someone from her past and nothing more. "could you seriously not tell?" george himself was dumbfounded, it was beyond him how she could be so oblivious. "tell what?" y/n snapped back at him, "all i could tell was that you hated him. your face was sour the entire night."

"well forgive me for not taking a liking to the guy who was practically undressing you with his eyes," george began to raise his voice, he didn't like getting angry and wouldn't ever want to upset y/n but it was impossible to contain his rage in the moment. "he was not!" y/n protested, "he is just an ex-colleague, what has gotten into you?"

"to you maybe," george still felt disgusted, "i mean, did you even notice that he was constantly trying to touch you?" y/n shook her head in disbelief, "i think you're being dramatic. even if he was flirting with me, why would it matter?" silence clung to the air. george stared at the ground helplessly, he knew that no matter the number of ways he tried to explain this to y/n she would just be adamant he wasn't making advances on her. "i like you not him." she reached out to touch him on the arm, "george, i'm not angry at you. i think i was just surprised."

y/n stepped closer to him carefully and slotted herself under his chin, wrapping her arms around him in the most reassuring hug she could muster - he did the same. "i'm sorry." he mumbled into her hair where he had buried his face, "it's hard to not get jealous when you have such a beautiful girlfriend." y/n grinned, "you are silly." she paused, contemplating whether or not to share her thoughts. "and for the record, i do think you are extra hot when you're jealous."

"oh?" george raised his eyebrow, "well, as long as you don't keep meeting up with random co-workers that definitely have a crush on you, i can live with that." he chuckled. "don't worry, you definitely scared him away." y/n laughed, "i am not at risk." george mocked offense, "hilarious y/n," he smiled sarcastically, guiding her towards the car and opening the passenger door for her to climb in before getting in himself.

"i do love you, you know," she stared out of the windscreen in thought. "i know you do, and i love you," george patted her knee, "let's just worry about getting you home now."

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

bioluminescence | b. blake

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summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened. 

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why. 

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

[sweetbans29]

Crush - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You are Coach Bluder’s granddaughter who doesn’t have an interest in basketball, yet someone takes an interest in you (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff (if you even want to count that as a warning)

Word Count: 1.4k

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AN: Hey babes, I hope your week is going well. Check out this cute one for a little pick-me-up!

If there was one thing you love in this world it is your grandma.

You had spent the last 8 months studying abroad and just got back to the states a few days ago. One of the first things you wanted to do was go see her.

The two of you talked on a weekly basis while you were away, telling her about all the adventures you went on and how you never wanted to come back. She listened to every word you said. She would then tell you a little about work - basketball was never your thing but it was very much your grandmother's. She would talk about the girls on her team and the ins and outs of the season. Even though you never really cared for the sport, listening to the way she spoke about it brought a smile to your face.

You had come up with this plan to head over to her gym and surprise her during one of her practices. You didn't want to wait any longer and decided practice was the best time.

You drove to Carver-Hawkeye Arena and parked close to one of the back entrances. Going in the back way was going to be a test to see if you still had access. When you first started going to the University of Iowa your grandma gave you a keycard that had complete access to the arena in hopes that you would eventually get into basketball. You never did but it was nice to have access when you wanted to sneak into her office and hang out with her without having to talk to any of her team.

You went to the door and scanned in as usual. It was nice to know that even after 8 months of being away, she kept your access up.

You walked through the all too familiar halls and checked her office first. She was nowhere to be found so you continued to make your way down to the court.

Peaking through the door you spot your grandma in a huddle with the team, her back is facing you and you think it is the perfect time to sneak up behind her.

You come running through the door and jump on your grandma's back. See, if you had any other grandma, you would never dare jump on her back but yours - you knew she was more than capable of supporting you.

When you land on her back, you know she is startled. But instantly knows who it is as you are the only one who would ever dare jump on her back.

"Grams!" You exclaim as you squeeze your arms around her.

"Sweet pea!" She yells, matching your energy. You jump off her back as the two of you do your handshake. Others may say it is lame to have a handshake with your grandma but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Meanwhile, Caitlin, who had first laid eyes on you when you popped your head through the door couldn't take her eyes off of you. There was something about you that had her hooked.

She knew Coach had a granddaughter that she talked to all the time - Caitlin just always imagined her to be like 7 years old. So when you walked in, it had her speechless.

She watched as you and Coach did a handshake and hugged. Caitlin wanted to know what it felt like to wrap her arms around you.

Kate catches Caitlin practically falling in love with you at first sight and nudges her.

"Bro, you gotta stop staring at her like that, you are going to freak her out," Kate says with a laugh.

"I can't help it," Caitlin says, a blush appearing.

"Well at least try and be discrete about it, that's coach's granddaughter," Kate says.

Caitlin's heart jumps up into her throat, of course you would be someone who is practically untouchable. But boy did she want to touch you.

Coach Bluder introduces you to the team and they all say hello. You notice one of the girls just staring at you. You look over in her direction and give her a wave.

Caitlin feels her cheeks heat up as you look over in her direction and wave. She had been caught staring at you and what do you do in return? You look at her and wave with the cutest smile. Her heart nearly melted on the spot - she is determined to talk to you before the end of practice or before you leave (which she hopes isn't any time soon).

"Are you going to stick around for a little?" Your grandma asks.

"Ya, I'll hang out." You say. "I was hoping we could go get a bite to eat after if you aren't busy?

"I would love that," she says and gets practice going.

You find a seat courtside. You didn't really want to be here for the entirety of practice but it has been so long since you have seen your grandma, you suck it up.

Caitlin on the other hand knew she had to make an impression. Anything to get her to stand out to you.

During practice, Caitlin treated it as if it were a game. She was putting up logo threes, her passing was on point and she was getting way too defensive. It got to the point where Coach Bluder was calling out technicals on her because she was going too hard. She didn't care because every time it happened, Caitlin would get frustrated and when she would glance over at you - you would be smiling or chuckling at the situation.

Her heart was doing backflips every time she saw you smile.

During one of the breaks, Caitlin ran over a few chairs down from you to grab a drink. She was out of breath and incredibly sweaty. She was too caught up in the Gatorade to notice you were looking at her.

"Do you always go this hard during practice?" You as her. She nearly chokes on her Gatorade when she notices you are talking to her.

"Umm, no not always," she says as she feels her cheeks heat up even more than they already are. "This practice is different."

"Well, your competitive nature draws people's attention. Your jump shot is clean, your passing IQ is unreal, and your defense is strong. Not that I particularly enjoy the sport - you are entertaining to watch." You tell her and she is about ready to get down on one knee.

Not only is her ego boosted but the fact that you had been watching her throughout practice, when you don't like the sport has her on cloud nine.

"You should come to a game to see how I really play - we really play," she says, mentally face-palming herself. She should have just stuck with the confidence.

"Ehh, it isn't really a sport I go out to watch," you say.

"I mean if not for me," Caitlin says, her confidence building. "Then come out for coach Bluder." Her head nods over in the direction of your grandma.

You ponder the idea. It would make your grandma really happy to see you in there, she had been trying to get you to a game for years now.

As you are lost in thought, Caitlin decides to test the water.

"You know, you would give me a real reason to go hard during a game," she says.

"How so?" you reply.

"Well," she says as she steps closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of her. "For starters, if you are there, I would definitely need to show off." She says with confidence.

"Any why is that?" You ask, feeling a little intimidated by her sudden burst of confidence.

"Having a pretty little thing like you cheering me on, I would make sure to put on a good show." She is now standing directly in front of you, eyes gazing down into yours. Your neck is craned as you look up into her eyes. You never considered yourself short but standing face to face with her, you feel like a child.

"I don't even know your name," you say, trying anything to regain some control of the conversation.

"Caitlin. Caitlin Clark." She says as she holds out her hand you shake yours. You shake her hand and literally shock her in the process. Only one thought comes to your head as you stand there shaking the basketball girl's hand...

You are in some serious trouble.

AN: Thinking about doing a part 2 for this...let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

[keenzinemugstudent]

Clark x Black goth reader! Smut! A not so secret quickie!

Warning ⚠️ ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS THIS IS A SMUT SO ADULTS ONLY PLS⚠️

Lana hears strange noises in the art room and goes to investigate.

"Where Clark?"

Chole asked looking around not seeing the farm boy Lana just shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm not sure I saw him earlier though he seemed really out of it."

"Well that's weird."

"Oh I forgot my bag you go on without me!"

As Lana was walking through the hall way she heard noises coming from in the art room hmm maybe it was the janitor? She goes to check it out what she didn't expect was to see you and Clark.

He was holding your hands softly you stood in front of him looking at ground face full of worry. Lana could see you looked troubled she was about to walk in and see if everything was okay until you spoke.

"Clark I don't think this is a good idea.."

"Oh come on Y/n you promised!"

"I know it's just- this is embarrassing!"

You try to move from his reach but he grabs your hand a pout on his face.

"I promise we won't get caught. You don't have to worry so much."

"Clark it's almost the end of the day can't you just ya'know wait than?"

"I can't! I've been waiting for this since third period if I wait anymore I'll go nuts!"

Lana had no idea what was going on what was Clark trying to get you to do? He sounded pretty desperate. She had noticed in class that he kept looking at the clock for lunch to start but just to see you? She heard you let out a surprised gasp Lana leaves from her thoughts only to see Clark pick you up to sit on the teachers desk your face was flustered you put your hands on his chest starring up at the handsome farm boy.

"What if someone catches us?!"

"Y/n please just focus all your attention on me okay?"

You let out a small shaky sigh as his hands slowly move down your hips to your thighs to your knees gently spreading your legs open so he could easily stand between them which caused Lana's face to become warm. What exactly was she seeing? Why was Clark touching you like that?!

He leans down to gently kiss your forehead than your cheek than to your lips making Lana cover her own in surprise, you close your eyes shyly kissing him back holding his arms, you wanted to be strong and not give in but when he kissed you everything else didn't matter anymore.

"Is it okay for us to keep going?"

You was hesitant but nod your head Clark gives you a smile, gently grabs your face to kiss while you start lift up his shirt that was always kept tucked you unbutton his shirt to show his well toned stomach making you bite your lip he was just so damn hot it was ridiculous! You rub his chest going down to his stomach to his pants zipper he lets out a low groan as you grazed his front pants touching his already hardened cock making you giggle.

"Wow you really weren't kidding huh?"

"What can I say you make me excited"

They both give a small laugh than go back to kissing all you could hear was lips and moans around the empty classroom. Lana was still hiding behind the door face red still not understanding what was going on the whenever she saw you two together it was always a friendly interaction, Clark would say "Hi" to you in the hallway and you'd shyly wave back at him before running off somewhere.

Lana that it was weird because you were the quiet goth girl and he was the shy but friendly farm boy you both weren't friends or so she thought but than she remembered when she saw Clark and you at his mom's flower shop once and you two were talking and laughing she had noticed you were holding red roses. Than the next couple days at school she and Chole always saw a red rose either on your locker or on your desk. Whenever somebody would try to question you about it you'd always just shrug your shoulders not knowing who it was, then you'd go the whole day with a smile on your face.

Did that mean that Clark had been the one to give you those roses???

"Ah C-clark!"

Lana looks and could see Clark's hand going under your skirt you try to stop him but could only give out a weak moan as his fingers entered you...Clark freaking Kent was fingering you in the art class.

"Clark baby please! Oh you know I'm sensitive down there!"

He just shh you by kissing you again muffling your cries of pleasure while still rubbing your clit in circles

"You said you'd give me anything if I passed that test I got a A+ all that studying really paid off huh?"

You try to speak but could only moan and whimper as his fingers started to speed up. You were so wet that you could hear it making you hide your face in his shoulder trying to quiet the embarrassing noises.

Lana could feel herself getting wet just from the sight. To say she was jealous was an understatement she couldn't believe that Clark was doing this in school of all places! and to you of all people you were always so quiet but nice enough Lana didn't think you two had THAT kind of relationship!

"Y/n I want you to cum... think you can do that for me sweetheart?"

He whispers in your ear kissing your cheek. You couldn't say anything but nod holding on to his arms moving your hips trying to make his fingers go deeper into your pussy.

"Y-yes! oh god yes yes! I'll cum just please Clark don't stop!"

You sounded so needy Clark moves his fingers faster and deeper making loud moans leave your mouth not even caring if anyone walk by and hear you (too late for that)

Lana should not still be here why was she even still watching this?! It was something private between you two so why the hell was she still here?! Just as you so close to your release suddenly Clark stopped his movements causing you to look up at him with teary eyes upset that he didn't let you cum.

"W-why'd you stop?"

He just moves hair from your forehead to kiss your upper brow removing his fingers making you whimper from the lose, Clark reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a a condom.

Lana went wide as she saw Clark start to pull down his pants revealing himself Lana's mouth was wide open in shock but you just let out low moan rubbing your legs together feeling yourself getting wetter at the sight as he put on the condom even though you've seen it multiple times he just looked so damn good!

Main while Lana nearly passed out when she saw how big Clark was jesus even Whitney wasn't that big! There was no way Y/n would be able to take him! Right?

Clark got closer to you his forehead touching yours once again hands going under your skirt to remove your red underwear he grabs your hips pulling you closer you wrap your arms around his neck kissing under his jaw leaving light hickeys and black lipstick stains on him biting his ear. You looked towards Lana's direction making her freeze on the spot, thinking she'd been caught but you give an annoyed sigh you were looking up at the clock on the wall.

"Clark baby I'm sorry but we're are out of time."

He looked at his watch and saw that you were right but he just shook his head.

"We still have more time."

He spread your legs rubbing himself against your wet heat, you both let out loud gasp as he slowly pushed himself inside you stretching you out, once he was fully inside he stood still all you could hear in the room was their heavy breathing.

"I'm going to start moving okay?"

You were so lost in pleasure all you could give him was just give a lazy nod, he starts to slowly moving his hips letting out a shaky breathe even though this wasn't the first time you two had sex, he was always careful with you seeing as he accidentally left hand marks on your legs once and Chole saw it thinking someone had hurt your since than he always tries to be careful with you but God it was so hard there was just something about you made him crazy!

You lay your back on the desk gently moving your hips enjoying the feeling of him inside you but it was so hot that you had to remove your shirt making Clark give a low growl at the sight of your breasts and your blood red bra the one thing Clark loved most about having sex (making love but he won't say it out loud yet)

Was seeing your chest they were just so perfect! that's when he realized he was wasting time and need to speed this up so he leaning his body nearly covering you and moved his hips faster making your eyes go wide at the usual change of pace.

"W-wait Clark no wait please! Not so fast please! I can't oh god!"

He just ignored your cries of mercy and just moved his hips even faster, skin hitting against skin both of you panting heavily you arch your back off the desk mouth wide open cries of pleasure leaving your mouth. Clark just hugs you closer he grabs a hold of your ass than slapping it harshly making you let out a surprised cry of pain and pleasure. With how fast he was going your chest bounced at each thrust making you feel like you were seeing stars.

It didn't make it any better when he put his mouth on your left nipple gently sucking and bitting it making a small scream leave your mouth.

"Your doing so good for me Y/n."

All you could do was give a him a whine and wrap your shaking legs around his hips in a desperate attempt to pull him closer and deeper in your poor weeping pussy.

Lana was still watching the two lovers go at it like animals in heat she got up slowly legs shaking gave a low quiet moan as she could feel underwear wet. She had to get out of there and hopefully try to forget the scene she just witnessed.

By the end of the day Lana saw you and Clark again but this time he was helping you walk too his trunk you were limping and your makeup was a mess and you still looked flustered Clark he looked fine??? I mean his clothes was a bit ruffled but he looked okay.

"Wow I wonder what happened to Y/n?"

Lana didn't say anything but blush red not being able to say anything to Chole. The only thing she could think was Y/n was one lucky girl.

I'm probably going to hell for writing this aren't I?

[pomegranateandblood]

do you think you can do a wally clark fluff turned into smut maybe? i know you said you only do smut but i would love it if u could! thank u!

A/N: Heyyy. Welcome to my first fic for this blog. You wanted more fluff so I kept the smut a little bit on the down low for this, because usually I write full on smexy times. Thank you for requesting and Enjoy! ❤️🍍

—

Friends

It was Homecoming week. You and the other ghosts were busy decorating the gym and painting posters to support Wally.

You were washing your hands and arms free off the dry blue paint as the brunette jock approached you. He seemed nervous.

„Everything okay ? You know it's the same routine as every year." You smiled looking at him through the mirror.

He had paint on his cheeks and arms, some even got into his ebony hair. „Look umm, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my date to the homecoming game?"

He was beet red, looking down at his hands. „-as friends of course."

You had to hold back a smile at his cute attempt not to make you flustered or embarrassed by his request.

Turning the faucet off, you dried your hands with paper towels before turning around. „I didn't guess you were the type to be ‚just friends' with a girl, football star."

You smirked playfully and he stared at you, mouth slightly open. „I- umm." he laughed nervously trying to find a right comeback.

„I guess I'm just not your type. Sadly." You clicked your tongue against your cheek before leaning close to his ear „Because I totally got a thing for tall, brunette jocks."

He sucked in a breath and before you could walk away held onto your arm. „It's a date. Wear a skirt."

You bit your lip as you nodded and walked away.

„Please" he added, his enthusiastic voice hollowing through the empty bathroom, making you giggle. Wally couldn't be not nice.

—-

As you waited for Wally in front of the stadium, you became more nervous. You really liked him and hoped that today you two could do something about the unresolved feelings.

Charly had helped you go through the wardrobe of the theatre club to find a skirt and matching outfit. Luckily they had just performed a more modern version of ‚Hairspray', resulting in you now wearing a pastel blue pleated skirt and a white tank top with a bow detail.

Good Thing that ghosts couldn't freeze bc else you definitely would've caught a cold in the chilly evening air.

„I hope I didn't make you wait too long, I couldn't find my jersey."

-

The date went well, Wally was enjoying the match.

After you two finished the fries and hot dogs he held your hand. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, flushing your cheeks.

„I got a gift for you." Wally said, taking out a box from the pocket of his letterman jacket.

It was a cardboard box, painted with the same paint you used for the posters.

„I found a necklace in the Lost and Found Box and the charm is wood. I wish I could give you something real and more special.“ Wally said as he opened the lid.

Inside was a silver necklace with a small pendant. The number 57. Wally‘s number.

You smiled. „It‘s perfect.“

Taking it out of the box, you fumbled with the clasp to put it on.

„I love it, Wally. Thank you" you said, touching the little pendant on your cleavage.

Your eyes drifted from his plush lips to his chocolate orbs, contemplating if you should kiss him. Before you could move, his hand touched your thigh at the seam of your skirt, burning your skin.

He licked his lips before leaning forward, giving you an innocent smooch. Noses to Nose he whispered. „I'm glad you don't want to be my friend."

The Hand on your thigh moved up to your hips and pulled you on his lap, your back pressed against the edge of the table. Being touched by him felt so good.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, capturing his lips again. He moaned into your mouth, which made you move your hips against his lap.

His hair was soft between your fingers and you slightly pulled at it. His hands snuck under your skirt, securing your hips on his crotch.

„Mmh is that why you wanted me to wear a skirt?" you teased, leaning your head back as he started kissing your neck.

The chuckle vibrated against the sensitive skin of your throat, right at your pulse point. You sighed.

„No, I just like the view of your legs. Even if it benefits me now." he groans.

You could feel the wetness of your panties as you tried to ease the friction between your thigh by pressing against him.

„Fuck, you want me to fuck you on this bench love?" He looks at you with dark eyes.

Wally must be uncomfortable in his tight football pants, so you pull at the strings securing it. „Yes please."

He helps you pull them off just enough to free his length, before he hungrily nips at your lips again.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side and you guided him inside of you.

Your other hand dug into the fabric of his football jersey and you moaned into his mouth. Placing his hands on your hips again, Wally thrusted up into you.

Your hips met his thrusts and you pulled away from his brusing kiss, trying to catch your breath.

„Wally" you moaned, clenching around him.

His lips explored your jawline down to your cleavage, biting and nipping. He would surely leave marks.

The edge of the table dug into your lower back with every thrust, but you didn't care. As long as the dark haired ghost kept on pleasuring you like this.

His Thumb found your clit, massaging with different paces, bringing you closer to the edge.

„Don't stop, please" you breathed, circling your hips more.

He kissed you again as he came, spilling inside you with a few sloppy thrusts.

You joined him, collapsing into his arms.

Wally held you, his hands caressing your back, finger playing with a few strands of your hair and you put your head against his chest, trying to spot his nonexistent heartbeat.

You realized neither of you talked about what this made you. A couple?

All you knew was that he made your heart flutter and your head dizzy. Hopefully this could last another lifetime. Or more.

—

[justarandombrit]

Believe it or not, I did in fact go to see Spies Are Forever (you'd never know from looking at my blog), and, as usual, I wrote down some notes. My memory is shit so I'll probably update this with additions when I remember more, but for now, below the cut...

Act 1:

. They played Show Stoppin' Number and so many people were singing along

. It started midway through them playing The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

. Joey: “Sorry to anyone who thought they were seeing Wizard Of Oz. Although, this show has many friends of Dorothy”

. Emily Proudlock has a beautiful voice. The microphone was struggling a little at the start, though lmao

. THEY GOT AN ACTUAL BANANA PEEL

. Oliver Ormson (Owen) called Curt “Mega” which in the show he doesn't do until he becomes the DMA (not a criticism, just interesting)

. Owen said the “A man needs his privacy”(?) line, so Owen and Barb have officially interacted now

. I love Brian's Informant. His French accent was so over the top

. Brian stared at Clark when he said “The Deadliest Man Alive” until Clark played the keyboard sting. And then whenever anyone else said it throughout the show, he played it.

. They left in a huge awkward silence when the DMA was waiting for Sergio and it was so funny

. Sergio sounded so awkward when he said “You guys can relate, right?”

. Joey fucking SCREAMED “PLEASE!” during Sergio's little Somebody's Gotta Do It reprise

. “The Deadliest Man Alive disarms Mega and escapes”

“He does?”

. Dean John Wilson walked back on stage after his exit, said “The Deadliest Man” and left again

. Okay, so Claire M. Hall is a perfect Cynthia

. You guys are gonna crucify me for this, but I actually liked her Eyes On The Prize I better than Lauren's…

. Joey was making the weirdest faces during Eyes On The Prize II

. Curt cocked his head at Hallucination!Owen and Owen shrugged and mouthed “I don't know” at him

. I LOVE EMILY OOI’S BARB!!!!!! She did a cute little dance during “It's actually a gun!”

. Obioma (Curt) pretending his beard had been shaved lmao

. No Richard Big appearance sadly

. Curt was even more oblivious about Tatiana hitting on him than in the actual show

. The Nazi ensemble stuck around throughout the whole scene and kept gasping when Curt called them villains

. THEY MADE NOT SO BAD… EVEN MORE NOT SO BAD

. “SAY WE GOT A BIT LOST, WITH THE WHOLE HOLO–” *looks at ensemble* “ehh…”

. “WE DID ALL WE COULD DO TO poopoo THE JEW”

. They didn't make the audience chant, which was… probably for the best

. Von Nazi yelled “I'm a big boy! A BIG BOY” at Mega then walked off without using his knees

. Curt groaned and hung his head when the DMA said “I'm gonna torture the living shite outta you”

. Actually gasped at the overlapping “Doesn't even matter if I killed my best friend” and “To show you the horror of staying alive”, even though I knew it was coming

. The homoeroticism 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Act 2:

. I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS A.J. FUCKING HOLMES AND DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL JOEY SHOUTED HIM OUT

. Joey shouted out loads of cosplayers still in character as Vanger Borschtit

. Everyone was so excited about Vanger Borschtit, and Joey made everyone cheer for an acceptable amount of time “for his reel”

. The new We Love the Prince lyrics really are so much better (also what did he do to the Pope?!?!?)

. Vanger Borschtit was DISTRAUGHT when the prince died

. Obioma stared so blankly into the audience at “Or whatever it is you boys do in the rumpus room”

. I think out of all of the new cast members, Evelyn Hoskins (Tatiana) sounded the most like the original actor (she was also so cool)

. Obioma actually sung the little “Very good place to start” Sound Of Music reference and Tatiana looked so annoyed

. Tatiana was SO into Doing This up until the kiss (which wasn't a real kiss lmao)

. MRS MEGAAAAAAAAAA

. The lights flashed rainbow after the line “So we're just… friends?”

. Curt looked straight at Barb when he said “Some of us may die”

. Curt paused before he drank the shot, and then started drinking a load and everyone stared at him, really concerned. It was a really neat piece of acting

. Von Nazi kept stressing how he had no idea how Feurgin was killed

. The Informant looked so concerned at the start of NSB reprise, then actually kinda got into it

. Jak Malone (Von Nazi) made his death SO DRAMATIC. He fell to the ground and went “Ow, my back! Ow, my front! Ow, my…self” and then got up and bowed

. Owen stood behind the DMA and they just spun around while Joey narrated

. Joey: “THE DEADLIEST MAN ALIVE FALLS DOWN THROUGH A HIDDEN TRAP DOOR IN THE STAGE–”

. ONE STEP AHEAD JSTSKTKEYYKDKFYFUHDYSWWGDJFKGKFDHSGSTSFJKGKGKGJDSYSYIFKF I'M NOT OKAY

Dean: *Crouch-walks away*

. Owen stared directly at Curt (and addressed him instead of Tatiana) when he said “Don't slip up” and loads of people “Ooh”ed

. Owen seemed actually on the verge of tears in Spies Are Forever (Reprise)

. He also fully yelled “You're a caveman!”

. They changed the line “Taking your advice” to “Moving on”, just like Curt (I think it was Curt? Edit: IT WAS JOEY) wanted in the livestream

. The speech before Spy Again (Reprise) was so good. Everyone came out on stage and it was all just incredible

. SPIES ARE FOREVER, IT'S A MUSICAAAAAAAAALLLLLL……. IT'S ABOUT SPIES!

[lexa-griffins]

@lg-wifey4lifey encouraged me to post the idea I sent them of The Room inspired Clexa AU so here's the 2k word vomit

Lexa and Clarke are young, early 20s. Clarke got Lexa pregnant accidentally but they worked their ass off to buy a house with the help of Clarke's parents, all ready for their baby. They should be around 21.

Lexa is about 4 months along when she's kidnapped and basically considered dead because kidnapping a pregnant woman is usually not to keep her around. Clarke never gives up hope nor does she move, she continues living in their house with the nursery ready and everything the same, even decorating how she knew Lexa would like it.

In the mean time, 7 years pass. Lexa has given birth to little Aden while being kept in a room. Due to rape she has also now given birth to a little girl, Madi, about 3 years old. She has a necklace with Clarke's picture and she always told both kids that was their mama even Madi.

Madi manages to escape one day with Lexa's help, her necklace around her neck and she tells her to find someone and tell them she's looking for her mama and her name and where Lexa and Aden are. Its a big ask for a 3 year old who knows nothing of the outside world but even if they cant find it at least Madi will be free.

Clarke gets a call. The police know her well. She comes to the police station heart bearing faster and they tell her they have a 3 year old girl saying she is her kid. Clarke's confused. They were expecting a little boy and he would be 6 now not 3.

But the moment Madi sees her she runs to her crying and calling her mama. Madelyn was the name they were gonna use if they had a girl. She looks so much like Lexa. And the necklace is the one Clarke gave her when they celebrated 1 year of dating. Madi has not yet said anything, not until she's in Clarke's arms does tell where mommy and Aden are.

Clarke waits with Madi on her lap inside the police car. She doesn't know if the piece of shit who kidnapped Lexa and her son didn't get rid of them in the 2 days it took to find this place. She knows Madi is his bio child, but to Clarke, she is already hers.

They bring him out in handcuffs first and Clarke wants to go and punch him and kill him but then there's noise.

Madi is letting go of her hand and running towards Lexa screaming mommy.

Clarke is frozen in place.

She's so much thinner now, Clarke's last memory of her being of her bump already showing Her eyes are red and her face puffy from crying. But she is still her Lexa. And on her hip is a little boy. So small for age 6, curled to his mom's side. He is the spitting image of Clarke.

And then he turns and sees her. Immediately his eyes grow big, able to set himself free as Lexa holds Madi and praises her for how good she did for setting them free.

He runs to her screaming mama and Clarke opens and arms to catch him. Oh how many times did she dream how he looked like and now he is finally in her arms. Madi pulls Lexa's hand excited, walking her towards Clarke.

"I found mama! She helped me like you said mommy!"

Lexa has tried hard not to cry in front of the kids, waiting for them to fall asleep to break down.

The thought of never seeing her little girl again if she couldn't manage to get them broke her heart even more than it already had been broken before.

She heard screams of police.

And then she heard the commotion outside.

And then a silence came. She knew the walls were sound proof and still she screamed that she was here, to please not leave without her and her son, please.

It has taken 20 minutes of her screaming for them to find her and Aden. But they did.

And now she was staring at Clarke holding their son finally, looking at her like she is seeing a ghost and a miracle all in one. And then Lexa just breaks down crying and throws herself at Clarke, who catches her, crying just the same.

Aden seem confused about it as if this should be a happy time of laughing and smiles while Madi is upset by the crying, wondering if it means something is wrong.

The three of them are taken to the hospital.

Lexa sleeps for 3 days. They confirm everything Clarke already new. Sexual abuse - in some twisted way Clarke is thankful Lexa was the only one of the three that suffered through that, although she knows Lexa would have murdered before she let anyone touch her children.

Starved and malnourished.

Two natural births, somehow both as healthy as they could be much like the 2 babies. Despite the lack of sunlight and lack of some vitamins the kids are healthy considering everything.

Lexa feared Clarke would reject Madi. Fuck, when she was pregnant with her Lexa wondered how she was going to look at her baby knowing it was his. But then she wakes up. There are hushed noises in the hospital room. Its dark, only a bit of sunlight coming through. On the floor there are toys, some Lexa still recognizes bought by her and Clarke when they found out about Aden.

Aden is next to Clarke playing happily and silently, seeming happy to just be close to his mom. Madi sits in Clarke's lap chatting away as Clarke smiles to them both, treating Madi as her own and referring to herself as mama when talking to her.

Lexa's recovery is not easy. But after two weeks, they allow her to go home.

Seems strange to even enter the car. Its a new one, try as they might they hadn't been able to buy a new one back then, settling for Lexa's old car.

Now, Clarke has a van and Lexa is shocked to see the two seats for her kids already installed, the look of pride in Clarke's face.

They have mot spoken much. Clarke has not kissed her yet, but she has kissed her forehead and held her hand, told her over and over again she loved her and missed her terribly but refused to lose hope.

Lexa loves her so much still. But being touched and loved seems foreign to Lexa now. And Clarke respects it, making Lexa's heart desire to kiss her more despite what her brain tells her due to trauma. The house is the same. It feels strange. Some things have changed but it still looks the exact same.

Lexa's jacket is still at the entrance alongside her shoes as if she has always been there. Her book, half read 7 years ago, still remains on the coffee table by the seat she used to take. There was no dust on it. Clarke kept it there on purpose, unable to put it away. She squeezes Clarke's hand seeing it all, a silent thank you for not forgetting her.

Clarke looks down. "It pained me too much to erase anything from you in the house. So i kept it where it was, so you'd have an easier time finding it when you came back."

The decorations on the nursery were still the same, everything ready for a baby that is now 6 years old. His name painted on the walls. He enters it as if it was a world meant for him. Madi on Lexa's hip looks around, as if trying to find where the little space made for her was. Clarke walks in behind them, pointing to the crib that has been turned into a toddler bed.

"I thought Madi could sleep on crib like that. I still have that inflatable mattress in the attic. I was thinking of bringing it down so you and Aden can sleep for a few days. I have a bed coming but it should take a few days still."

Aden looks at her smiling, already looking at the plushie with his name on it.

Little Madi looks about to cry, seeing how everything in the room is for her brother.

Lexa wants to hush her, almost embarrassed. Madi is not Clarke's child, she has no obligation to care for her.

"I know the room as nothing for you yet Madi." Clarke admits talking directly to the teary little girl.

"Clarke you don't have to-"

Clarke smiles at her and shakes her head "do you see that little chest?" Clarke points to the chest next to the crib "go and open it. There's a little treasure for you inside."

Madi looks at her with shinny yet suspicious eyes. Lexa settles her on the floor and Madi walks to hit carefully.

When she opens it, a squeal leaves her.

"MOMMY SO MANY BUTTERFLY!"

Lexa stares at Clarke in shock. Butterflies would fly by the skylight and Madi had always been obsessed with them. But Lexa had not told Clarke that.

"I sat down with Aden the other day and he told me everything his little sister liked. He helped me pick her clothes and toys and decorations"

Aden smiles big at his mom before running to help his sister look through her new things.

Lexa feels her heart bearing faster as she looks at Clarke.

As the kids look at the toys, Lexa closes the space between her and Clarke, kissing her softly. Clarke does not keep her longer than Lexa wishes to, even if her heart wants to hold Lexa against her lips forever.

Clarke shrugs with a smile, "i want to make sure our little girl feels loved too."

Lexa sleeps with Aden and Madi for 4 months. Clarke will lay down with them too but once the kids are down she kisses Lexa's cheeks and goes to her (their) room. Lexa had barely walked inside their old shared room since she arrived. Clarke hadn't pushed either. The only time Lexa walked in was to get a change of clothes - ones she was finally filling up again - or to look for an old cream (ones that should have expired by now but that Lexa realized had been bought again. Clarke never cared for skin care and yet she went through her creams and made sure to buy newer ones)

And one night the kids are happily asleep. Aden now has his bed, still sleeping in the same room has Madi.

They have started decorating the room next to Aden's into Madi's room, once they were ready to sleep alone.

Lexa still sleeps on the mattress. But she wakes up and sees the kids both sound asleep. She no longer has to worry about that man entering their room in the middle of the night. Her stomach no longer groans at the lack of food. Her kids have pjs and sheets and a plushie to cuddle with. Therapy as been good for them too.

So, she gets up slowly and quietly.

Clarke's room door is slightly ajar, so she can easily hear is something is wrong with the three of them.

Lexa opens the door slowly, scared to interrupt something. Inside Clarke is simply scrolling on her phone.

"Clarke?"

Clarke nearly jumps but is immediately alert, "Hey! Is everything okay?"

Lexa nods and barely says anything else. Instead she walks to the bed - her side of the bed - pulls the covers and lays down.

Clarke stares at her with a beating heart, phone on her bed side table. Lexa realizes there's a nanny cam on her own bedside table, a wave of relief washing over her when she realizes she can see her kids from here. It also hits her why Clarke always knew to come in when both kids were crying too much for Lexa to handle alone or how when Madi hit her head on the bed frame Clarke immediately came in with ice. Yet she never overstepped when Lexa didn't need her.

They stare at one another in bed for a second before Lexa starts to laugh, Clarke looking at her strangely but smiling at hearing her laugh.

"Whats so funny?"

"We made a baby together. We were almost engaged. And suddenly it feels like i am sharing a life with a crush i can barely talk to without blushing."

Clarke does not know what to say. Instead she brushes Lexa's cheek. Lexa closes her eyes at the feeling, getting closer to Clarke until her head is above her chest. Clarke wraps her arms around her, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"We can build that relationship back up you know."

Lexa nods lifting her head. A small peck on Clarke's lips before she wishes her a good night. It becomes ritual for Lexa to go to their room after the kids are asleep for a while. And then as soon as they fall asleep.

One night, Lexa does not go to the kids' room. When neither kid cries for her as she watches them on the nanny cam, she lays down with Clarke, snuggling into her as she did 7 years before.

[ghostmoon1]

Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Six

Chapter Five | Master List | Chapter Seven

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You trained hard to get to the dog show with Dolly, and now it is time to show how hard you trained at the dog show.

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,482

Warnings: Slight descriptions of anxiety

A/N: We're back!! My account got terminated due to Tumblr's spam filter, that's why this chapter isn't posted on the regular time. But I've been very busy, so I'll try and finish Comfy-Vember then more of my attention will be on this fic again, and I may post some extra things!

You could feel your heartbeat rapidly thumping, matching your quick and short breaths. You tried to wipe the sweat off your palms onto your jacket even if it was useless. Your fingers tapped on the leash in your hands, the fabric rough and used between your fingers. The arena was crowded, with whines, barks, panting, echoing, and hitting your ears. The chatter of other contestants and the judges wiped out any peacefulness and silence the arena would have once held. 

Dolly stood at your heel, her tail wagging as she barked at the other dogs that walked by and tried to pull towards them. Even for an old dog, new places excited her. 

Your eyes caught onto the judges as they took their seats with clipboards and pens, an intimidating aura surrounding them for a first-time contestant. You tried to swallow your nerves, but they kept clawing at your throat and threatening to drag you down with them. 

“Nervous lass?”

Johnny. 

You were so glad you brought them along with you. If you didn't you might be breaking into a cold sweat and dying from the nerves. Johnny was always a comforting presence, even if you hadn���t known them for too long. He was the rock you could hold onto while rapids gushed around you. 

“Yeah… very,” you mumble in response, holding onto the leash tighter until your knuckles turn white. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you watch more of the contestants walk in. Their well-groomed and well-trained dogs walked at their heels, heads held high and their tails propped up. Your mind races.

What if you didn't train Dolly enough? What if she gets too scared and tries to run off? What if you mess up? What if you forget the course? What if you can't help save the farm…?

“You and Dolly will do great lass. Don’t get yer knickers in a twist over it,” Johnny’s voice brings you back down to earth with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly.

“Yeah. Still can’t help the nerves. I’m sure Dolly will still do well,” you mutter, watching Dolly’s fluffy tail wag. You hope. 

“You’ll make us proud,” he says, giving your shoulder one last squeeze before letting go and looking over at Kyle and John who were speaking to one of the other contestants. Simon, is nowhere to be seen. You didn't even know if he came.

You sigh and drop the jacket off your shoulders, sitting it down on the seat and leaning down to rub Dolly’s ear, who happily accepts the attention. “Alright… ready girl?” you murmur to her and earn a happy bark in response. Although, you were asking yourself if you were ready more.

The walk down to the waiting area took an eternity, you could hear your own heartbeat over the echoing voices and dogs. Dolly’s ears perk up as music starts to softly play in the background, and the voice over the microphones starts to echo throughout the stadium. 

“Hello everyone, welcome to this year's dog show! Today, the events will be as follows; We will have the agility championships until noon, which will take up the greater part of the day…”

You start to zone out the more they speak, calling in a former champion and interviewing them as the staff makes sure everything is properly set up. 

Your heart jumps to your throat as the first contestant gets called up. “To start the show-off today, we have Charlie the Shetland Sheepdog, with handler Anthony Clarke from Norfolk, Virginia!”

You watch as the man and his smaller dog run up onto the course, standing on a platform before jumping off and heading towards the start. You hold your breath as the small dog yelps at him, then settles between his legs, its small body vibrating with excitement and adrenaline. He yells to start, and the small dog's legs move faster than you would’ve thought they could. Its tail is high in the air, approaching the first jump and leaping over it with ease. The tiny dog moved with ease and grace, leaping over each jump and running over the ramp. It sped through the tunnel and weaved through the weave poles with ease. 

You feel your heart beat faster as you watch, the anxiety clawing at the back of your throat and sending it dry. You try to swallow the nerves down again, but nothing can stop the thumping of your heart. 

The show continues, and you watch with your anxiety building as each dog flawlessly finishes the course in record times. Watching just made you wish you spent longer training. You hope she was ready for this. You jump as they take to the microphone again, and then the dreaded words come. 

“Next up, we have Dolly the Border Collie with her handler Y/N! Now, Dolly here is an old girl, but we’ll see how she holds up!” 

With a deep breath, you jog out onto the course leading Dolly up onto the platform to stand for a moment for the judges to see her. 

“Good girl… you're gonna do great,” you whisper as you pat her side, even if she couldn't fully understand you, giving her reassurance seemed to help you as well and calm your nerves.

Now, it was Dolly’s and your time to shine. Time to show the crowd what you’ve been training so hard for, putting in the hard work and hours to get here. To show them that you deserve to be here.

To save the farm.

You swiftly lead her down to the fake grass of the course, each obstacle set out precisely. The grass crunched beneath your shoes, Dolly’s paws tapping against it in excitement as she whined and begged for her leash to be taken off. You kneel next to her, slipping it over her head. “Alright girl… let's do this.”

You look up to see Johnny, Kyle and John in the crowd, each of them looking excited and hopeful. Johnny was shouting and jumping up and down, throwing a fist in the air while Kyle tried to calm him down, yelling stuff at him you couldn't quite understand. John gave you a warm smile and a nod, silently wishing you good luck.

Here was your time to shine. Dolly’s time to shine. Show them what you’ve worked for.

With a sharp whistle, Dolly places herself between your legs, kneeling down and ready to leap forward. Your eyes dart around the course, taking mental notes on the course and how you are going to approach this. 

You take a step forward, and so does Dolly. She shoots past, her paws hitting the ground with newfound determination. You run after her, every step you take sending a small shockwave of adrenaline and anxiety coursing through your body. You ran alongside Dolly, who seemed to be enjoying this much more than you were. She leapt over the first jump, landing effortlessly on the other side and sprinting towards the next jump.

“That's it! Good, next one!” you call out each command, rewarding her with words for now until you can spoil her with love and affection afterwards. Her tail was high in the air, her body agile and graceful as she leapt over the next jump. 

Her paws reached forward as she leapt over the next jump, hitting the ground on the other side and her pack paws pushing herself forward once again. Your eyes follow her with pride, maybe all that training was paying off. Maybe you could do this, maybe she could. 

Maybe the farm had hope. 

You point her towards the next obstacle, and she flies towards the ramp. Her muscles and pure determination push her up the ramp, slowing down as the ramp drops to let her run off the other side. After another jump, she sprints into the tunnel and out the other side. 

You continue to praise her and lead her through the course, your heart pounding as you near the end of the course. Dolly leaps over the next few jumps with ease, her tail bouncing as she lands and her ears perked forward. Finally, you point her towards the weaving poles where she quickly bounds between each one, her body curving around them like she was made to be doing this.  

You let out a cry in victory, kneeling down and immediately catching Dolly in your arms as she licks and pants in your face after she finishes the course. You adore her with pats and rubs, hugging her as her tail wags and wacks you in the side but you couldn't care less.

“You did it!” you cry, laughing as she licks your face, covering it in her slobber. 

The sound of the crowd cheering and clapping finally hits your ears, and the adrenaline begins to wear off. Your eyes locked with one of the judges, and you couldn't help but smile at him in pride. “We did it…” you whisper again as if you were trying to convince yourself that you really did just complete your part of the dog show, and the world didn't collapse beneath you.

You look over at the boys, who are standing and cheering, Johnny throwing his fists into the air with a massive grin plastered on his face. Kyle was having to drag him back from jumping over the fencing and sprinting towards you. Price stood up for you, clapping as he wore a proud smile on his face.

The pride swells in your chest, seeing the people who you only met not long ago but now felt close, clapping for you and your hard work, how you and Dolly had worked hard to get to this point. You sit on your heels for a moment, catching your breath from running around the course with her. 

You hope you’ve done them proud.

After leading Dolly off the course and to some seating, which you are forever grateful for after that workout, it didn't take long before you saw the boys running towards you. Well, Johnny was running, Kyle and John were trailing behind, struggling to keep up.

“That was bloody brilliant lass!” he calls, closing in on you and throwing his arms around you, squeezing whatever air you had left in your lungs out. “Yer did us so proud!”

You laugh, wrapping your arms back around him as he rocks you side to side in his excitement, letting your hands dig into the combination of fat and muscle on his back. His warmth radiated around you, making you feel even hotter and sweatier than you did before. 

“You and Dolly are an amazing team, the best we’ve seen today,” Kyle pitches in, stealing your attention away from Johnny’s bear hug for a moment. He finally releases you, letting you step back and breathe again.

“You’re just saying that,” you reply, brushing your now rumpled shirt to try and keep yourself looking semi-presentable. His deep brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he laughs in disbelief.

“No love! You were amazing, considering you only trained for maybe a week, compared to everyone else who probably works on stuff like this for a living!”

Price chuckles and agrees, letting his arms sit over his chest, slowly rising and falling with each breath. “Now, let’s see if you’ve won eh? If you save this farm, we’ll forever be in your debt.”

Johnny and Kyle nod in agreement, their eyes sparkling with excitement and pride. Kyle leans down to slip Dolly’s leash and collar back on, her paws padding across the soft ground as she trots along to the waiting area, where everyone else is sitting and waiting nervously for the winners to be announced. Dogs sat at their owner's heels, waiting and yapping as they waited. Tension hung heavy in the air, it was thick enough that you felt you could cut through the air with a knife. 

As you take a seat, you can’t help but let the nerves creep back in. Your hands feel moist with sweat once again, a bead of sweat forming along your browline. You bounced your leg in anticipation, watching as the judges across the arena spoke in hushed voices to one another, tapping their pens and every so often letting their eyes flicker over to the contestants, studying them. 

Judging them.

Judging you.

Their pens touch their clipboards, writing down the unknown. Unknown to you right now, but soon enough they’ll call out the winner, the one who gets to bring home the prize.

The whole arena goes silent as one of the judges taps their microphone, the eerie sound echoing. It was too quiet. You could hear the tick-tocking of the old clock on the wall behind you, the heavy and anxiety-riddled breaths of yourself and everyone else around you, the quiet shuffling of feet, the panting and small whines of the dogs. 

“Alright everyone, we will be announcing the winners of this year's agility championships!” the voice over the microphone echoes. You gripped your seat, your knuckles turning white as sweat pools under your thighs, sticking you to the chair. Telling you your fate. You won’t be moving from that place to pick up a trophy… you won’t win this. You weren't good enough.

You couldn't think like that. You can’t let those thoughts overwhelm you.

But what if you can’t save the farm…? What if all the hard work you put into this was for nothing? Maybe Simon was right…

John’s hand on your knee snaps you out of the thoughts that threaten to pull you under and drown you. His calloused hand was warm and rough, providing a comforting presence. He gently squeezed as his eyes remained out the front of the judges, studying them as the judges spoke. 

They began to name the winners.

“We would like to start with honourable mentions, who will be taking home our dog care baskets brought to us by our sponsors! For these, we have Jessica Mulberg with her Dalmation, Molly!”

You feel your heart clench as names begin to get called out. The crowd claps as you watch the woman and her dog head over to receive their prize, giving thanks and bowing to the crowd with a smile on her face.

“For the second honourable mention, we have Shane Newman with his Weimaraner, Lucky!”

He collects his prize as well, a proud smile on his face as he does so. He adores his dog with pats and praises, who soak up the attention like a sponge with a wagging tail.

Now for the podium. 

“Now… the winners for the agility championships, we have…” the pause drags on, making you hold your breath and grip the chair tighter as you wait. Fuck them for pausing. “In third place… we have Y/N, with her Border Collie, Dolly!”

Fuck.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Epilogue

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: This takes place after Sparks Fly & Changing Minds. Reader is AFAB. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied violence, Pregnancy and related topics. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 8

Series Masterlist

“It really feels like we’ve invited a lot more fights to our doorstep,” Sam sighs. “Between our people messing with Clark Kent and helping a witness against Wilford & Gilliam, then hiring said witness, we haven’t done ourselves any favors.”

“There aren’t any direct ties to us,” Steve retorts. 

“None that would hold up in court,” Bucky offers. “But people know.”

“Our Garbage Men have kinda gotten out of hand,” Sam huffs. “They’re supposed to clean up messes, not make them.”

“I don’t know about that,” Steve objects. “They’ve been doing what they need to. Well, maybe Nick. I’ll give you that he screwed up a few things. But even then, he’s done the impossible and made a dent in the Man of Steel. A dent we can take advantage of.”

“I’ve already got Union Reps and supporters at work at his factories,” Bucky nods. 

Sam adds, “I’ve also got some reporters on tap, eager to add to the case against Kent, should any hint of union busting come up.”

“Wilford & Gilliam were already at odds with us,” Steve comments. “But they’re clearly on the way out. We just need to be extra careful until they finally topple.”

“Franco the Elder needs to be stopped,” Sam curses. “He’s been on a rampage and the other families are looking to us to deal with him since one of ours set him off.”

“Can we get Nat to take him out,” Steve ponders.

“I’ve already got G on the scent,” Bucky assures. “He’s a lot more affordable and he’s associated with us. Shows the other families we’re working on it.”

“We should probably also prepare for a power vacuum once they finally fall,” Sam adds. 

“The Garbage Men are keeping tabs,” Steve assures. “All ripple effects are being tracked to the best of their ability.” The other men nod in acceptance. “In lighter news, I’ve got promises of support from the Odinson, Wayne and Spector families. Apparently our handling of Lloyd and Rumlow reaffirmed their trust in our abilities.”

Sam snorts, “not surprised Wayne supports us. He and Kent have been frenemies for quite some time. But Spector?”

Bucky interjects, “him and Wilson might be crazy but you can trust them to keep their word. If Spector says they support us, we don’t have to worry about them. If we accidentally piss them off, they’ll warn us before attacking.”

An alarm on Steve’s phone interrupts the meeting. Steve turns it off and stands up, “are we good for today? Anything else pressing?”

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Sam assures, Bucky nodding in support. “You go take care of your lady.”

“Wishing you both the best at the appointment,” Bucky agrees.

You try to keep from wringing your hands but you’re all nerves. You were more than eager to start your family with Steve but encouraged him to hold off until after the wedding and after you were both screened for potential genetic disorders. He had the money to cover the costs and you didn’t want to go into this blindly. Something he appreciated and respected.

Thankfully the testing hadn’t been too invasive. Now you just had to wait and you were doing your best to not be a nervous wreck. Unfortunately your best wasn’t great. You kept checking your phone, making sure you hadn’t missed any phone calls or messages. You tried to put your nervous energy to work but that only led to you cooking up a storm in the kitchen, making more meals than you and Steve could eat in a week.

When he walks into the kitchen and sees the chaos, Steve knows he has to do something. He walks up to you, his voice soothing as he calls your name. You’re scrubbing dishes but stop when he places his hand on the back of your neck. 

“Sweetheart,” he intones, “you need to calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

“We’ll be sending people home with food for the next few days to keep it from going bad.”

“I know, I know. I just—”

You’re cut off as he pulls you in for a hug. He knows you feel safest with his arms wrapped around you and you find yourself breathing a little easier. 

“I just want to make sure any kids we have get the best chances.”

“I know, Hummingbird,” Steve hums. “And I love that you’re already considering having more than one.”

You chuckle, “well I can count on you to be supportive and caring the whole pregnancy and while the kid is growing up so. I don’t know, that just makes it easier to contemplate having a couple of kids instead of just one.” 

Before Steve can comment your phone rings and you escape his arms to answer it. The doctor’s words are clear, though your brain has a little trouble processing them. You thank the doctor and hang up the phone. Steve looks at you expectantly.

“We’re in the clear,” you smile as you hug him hard enough he almost loses his balance. “Looks like we’ll be starting up a new adventure together.”

You’re finally back at your apartment, done with work for the day, and you’re still in daze after the phone call from the doctor. Everything feels surreal, like you're moving through thick fog, as you unlock the door. The unreal feeling isn’t helped by seeing your man on one knee in the living room, holding a ring box. 

You freeze at the sight and his cheeks turn a little pink, “I know it’s kinda soon but I also know you’re the one. If you’ll have me.” He looks back at you with those puppy dog eyes you can never say no to.

All you can say is, “I’m pregnant.”

Part 8

Series Masterlist

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| Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Eleven - Intermission|

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackCurvyReader

Warnings: abduction, Oswald Cobblepot (Penguin), mild confusion, language, minors DNI, bribery

So I'll start with a sincere apology to the darling readers who have been waiting: I'm really sorry this story screeched to a halt like that. The best way to describe it is that life's been lifein'. I've not had the will to write lately. But when I went back over the latest chapters, I hated the way it fleshed out, so I'm redoing them. You can still access the others chapters in the Deleted/Alternative Chapters section on my masterlist or in the chapter lists marked "Alternative". Thanks for hanging in there. Much love to you all.

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If getting abducted and ending up in the trunk of someone’s car is one of your worse fears

Trigger Alert

Because that’s happening right now

A nasty bump roused your drowsy form again and you did your best to look around for a hole in the sack that was over your head. What the fuck was going on? Why were you here?

"Let's go for a little ride."

You'll never forget the gravelly sound of his voice. Nor the rough feeling of his gloved hands as he fought your efforts to defend yourself and eventually gained the upper hand. It was a fairly quick exchange, at least from what you remembered, ending with a blow to the head with something blunt.

That explained the headache.

But who wanted to abduct you? Sure, you were a reporter, but you didn't really do too much to stand out. Although...

Sleeping with Superman and Bruce Wayne was bound to put a target on your back, even though nobody knew who Clark was.

What was up with that, anyway?

A hairstyle and glasses? How was he fooling everyone?

Well. You didn't know either

But you had your suspicions so

A swerve caused a ton of shifting tools in the trunk to slide around. You covered your head to avoid getting another blow to your already throbbing dome.

"Easy, asshole! Cobblepot likes his apples unbruised if you know what I mean," a voice said in the front, his gravelly voice not matching the one you heard in your bedroom.

Cobblepot? As in Oswald Cobblepot? The Penguin? What did he want with you?

"I don't think he cares so long as Wayne's girl is in his grasp."

Confirmed. He thought you were with Bruce

More than that, they were talking about you like you were Bruce's property. Apparently they were planning for you to soon to be Oswald's

Or whatever the fuck he had planned

Fuck that noise

Clark's voice in your head when you were both on that walk kept echoing the same statement.

I personally feel like the further you are away from that guy, the better.

As much as you hated being wrong

You had to admit, you felt like an idiot for ignoring the very real world consequences of being in a relationship with both Bruce Wayne and Superman.

They had plenty of enemies and you didn't need it to be spelled out for you that there didn't need to be a reason for somebody to take you just to hurt them

People like these didn't give a damn about a woman being collateral damage

The car stopped and after a few beats, a heavy clunk of a car door shut before everything was still once again. The harsh light of day hit your eyes as the trunk opened and your assailants stood in view before pulling you out and forcing you down a corridor. There was music playing in different areas, coupled with laughs and screams, which made a sense of dread wash over you.

Finally, you reached a corridor that opened into a large dilapidated ballroom, where a very familiar figure stood at the center with a chair. Oswald Cobblepot. The Penguin himself. Sensing where this was going, you didn't need to be forced to sit, instead using the opportunity to map out potential escape routes and weapons in the vicinity. Your restraints were cut as he spoke.

"My, I can see why Brucey choses to play with you, you're lovely," he said, thick smell of cigar hitting your nose as he came closer to study you, "I trust you had a pleasant journey."

"As pleasant as a blow to the back of the head could afford me," you saucily replied and he cut his eyes at one of the two henchmen at either side of you. The man shrank under his gaze, but he didn't budge until Cobblepot waved a hand dismissing them.

"Apologies. They play a lil' rough, but they're teddy bears really."

You might've described them as grizzlies, rather than teddies, but you digressed.

"Sure. What do you want with me?" you asked, not seeing the point of beating around the bush. He seemed to be pleased at that, tilting his head at you with a crooked smile.

"Straight to the point. I like that. Well you could say there's somethin' I need from you."

Here we go

You didn't say anything right away, and he noted that. Probably gauging your loyalty to use to his advantage. A crooked smile colored his lips.

"C'mon now, Darlin', don't be like that. There's a pretty sweet deal in it for you too."

You were moderately insulted--which was increasing all the time-- that he thought you were easily swayed by the thought of money and power. Though, his misstep had it's advantages in that moment and you were all too ready to utilize them. You face hadn't faltered when you gave him a onceover to give him the impression of uncertainty.

"...I'm listening."

His smile grew a bit. "I love it when I'm right. Brucey sure knows how to pick 'em."

He was really staring to irk you, but you let it slide

"If you thought you were right, you wouldn't have sent your goons to rough me up. Why the caveman method?" you asked, folding your arms and crossing your legs.

"A formality, you understand. I couldn't tell what kind of a woman Brucey's been entertaining lately. The fact that you're a journalist was already rubbing me the wrong way, but I figured with your salary, you might be open to negotiations."

The dig at the Daily Planet's pay rate made a smirk tickle your lips, but you tamped your amusement down. "Depends. How much we talking?"

The fact that you sounded like you had an option to say "no" seemed to amuse him, as evident in his lazy smile while he paced.

"Enough for you to never have to work at that gossip rag again. Enough for you to move wherever you wanted and still have enough to live a cushy life for the rest of your days."

You paused again, reading his reaction to your body language as you pretended to be considering his offer. Your eyes flickered to his cane, which was fidgeting from one finger to the next, certain that your answer might evoke a response involving it.

For good measure, your eyes floated to the floor, the back up to him. Guilt. "What do I have to do?"

He thought for certain he had you. His grin tightened so much he nearly severed his cigar. "Good girl. Positively ruthless, I like that."

You were beyond done with this clown, but you listened intently after he took a long drag.

"It's easy, really. Ol' Brucey has been doin' a little diggin' around in mines lately and he's been a little hush hush about his find. Security's ramped up, top secret shippin'. The works. I can't seem to get anywhere near that cargo, so I figure-"

"Why not make it an inside job," you finished, your eyes rolling to your nails.

"Exactly. Care to do a lil work for me, dollface?"

You looked around the room, as if mulling over the proposition. "I'm gonna assume I don't really have the option to say no, but if you're gonna make it worth my while and I don't have to worry about the fallout, why not? It's not like Bruce is gonna be loose with his cash."

He let out a horrible, sharp laugh at that. "My dear, you're almost as bad as the Cat."

"When you're a woman in this world, you do what you have to do to get ahead," you say, rolling your eyes, "So long as you keep your end of the bargain. I don't need Wayne coming after me for this."

"Oh darlin', I'm in the business of protection..." he purred, his eyes slithering over your form again, "...so long as you don't cross me."

You hated this dude

But you did your best not to let it show

"Then we have a deal," you said with a growing smirk, your head throbbing in the worst way now as you went to stand. A hand on your shoulder stopped you and you sat back down with a firm plop. Now what? "The boys'll give you a ride back to your apartment. Gently this time. Can go 'round bruisin' business partners, can we boys?" he sneered, his crooked smile the last thing you saw before a sack was shoved over your head. You felt yourself being led--to Oswald's credit, much more gently--through the corridor and back outside to the car. Of course he had to maintain his location secrecy from a reporter like you. You had to give him a bit more credit for clocking that. But the idea that you were ruthless and selfish enough to sell out a man you'd allegedly been seeing for a few measly dollars and the "promise" of protection by him and his raggedy ass goons was outright insulting.

You were dropped off a ways from your home, at the local donut shop. Relief washed over you, the rest of your adrenaline getting you home in one piece. You couldn't shake the eerie feeling of being watched, knowing Cobblepot was probably having you monitored to make sure you upheld you end of the bargain.

As you approached your apartment, your eyes met with a familiar pair of blue ones, looking at you with curious concern. You kept it casual, your eyes flickering to the flowers in his hands and you smiled. "Those for me?"

(Part 10)

(Part 11 (Alternative))

(Part 12 (Alternative))

[kawaiigirly21]

Alien Heart:Chapter 3

Over the next couple of weeks, Nat’asha fit in with the league swimmingly. She found herself spending the most time with John, Wally. Diana and J’onn. The martian however, was the main person she was around. If she wasn’t around Wally, she was glued to his side. Studying him. Learning from him. “Now that we have apprehended the assailant, what do we do Natasha?” J’onn asked. “We…say our cool catchphrase and then turn them in to the police!” J’onn smiled slightly and nodded before he dropped the criminal in front of the police.

“Now we go back to the watchtower and wait for a new assignment.” He said before he grabbed her softly and led her to the portal. After getting beamed up into the Watchtower, Nat’asha stretched and yawned. Something J’onn found quite adorable. “I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll see you in a bit.” the man nodded as he watched her leave before going to the monitor to watch for any threats.

Suddenly, Bruce walked up to the monitor and typed a few things in. “We have a female martian hiding among us.” J’onn froze before turning to Bruce quickly. “How do you know?” He asked, his heart beating 100 bpm. This was the first time he ever heard of there being even a remote chance that he wasn’t the lone survivor of his race. If there was even a chance…even a small glimmer of hope…he’d want to be the very first to know.

“First was the unidentifiable song I kept hearing last night. It sounded vaguely familiar to the song Claark told me about in your native language. I recorded the song and cross referenced it to the sample Clark gave me and the speech patterns were a match. Then it was the heating. Haven’t you noticed the Watchtower has been a bit cold lately? It’s like someone keeps turning the heat off.”

“How do you know it's not me turning off the heat?” Bruce looked at his friend. “You haven’t done that since you first got here. This is a martian who has yet to come to terms with their species annihilation. A young woman. Age ranging from early to mid 20’s. My last clue is the presence I feel in my head. Unsure. A bit of an amateur. Female. Definitely not you.” J'onn stood there for a few minutes before speaking again.

“What do you suppose we do? Should we confront her? Whoever she is? Or let her make herself known on her own time?” Bruce stood and began to make his way out of the room. “She's your species. You decide.” Meanwhile, Nat'asha showered in her martian form. The warm water hitting her skin made her purr. After this, she should go to the pool just to have an excuse to come back to the showers after swimming.

Running her hands up and down her soft green skin, her mind drifted… to home. Mars. A once brilliant civilization at its peak. A peaceful empire that collapsed on a day like any other. It was like she could almost smell it. The gas, the rubble, the blood. The sounds… she could hear them. The lasers, the screams of anguish from her people… she could feel the heat that burned her home… heat… HEAT!

Nat'asha's eyes shot open and turned off the water in the shower. Suddenly, the full force of what happened that day hit her like a truck. Her emotions all coming at her all at once, she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a warm towel. Sitting on a bench in the showers, Nat'asha finally let the tears go. “Natasha? Are you ok?” Looking up towards the voice, Nat'asha felt her stress slip away instantaneously. “Diana?”

The Amazon walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “You're green. Are you… like J'onn?” Nat'asha nodded. “Why didn't you tell anyone? Why disguise yourself?” Nat'asha felt more tears sting her eyes. “I'm scared to face the reality that I'm one of the only survivors… I don't want it to be true.. I want my home back… I want my father.” She sobbed. Diana took Nat'asha into her arms and held her close as the Martian cried. “You have friends here. You are safe here… little Martian.”

[octodrawn]

Cringetober day 11: 5 + 1 things (fanfiction)

5 times Russell's hang-out plans went horribly wrong (and one time they didn't)

Or Russell Ferguson has like 5 mental health crises and breaks at least 2 laws but, hey, at least he got a pizza party

Content warning: not much, just a few swears (some in french) and as the above suggests, depictions of shitty mental health.

Rating: teen (see above)

Characters: Russell Ferguson, Pepper Clark, Sunil Nevla, Penny Ling, Minka Mark, Vinnie Terrio, Zoe Trent, and brief (implied?) cameos from Scout Kerry, Madison (girl who fills in for Blythe) and Captain Cuddles

Word count: ~3500

... is a change in section and --- is a time skip withing a section

This is technically just a rough draft so if there's anything you want to critique go ahead. I'd love to hear feedback.

OK, time for the actual fic! Yay!!!!

“Man, look at you go! And you were saying just a few hours ago that you didn’t want to go!”

Russell smiled to himself as he aligned the club and the ball “You know how busy I’ve been,” Russell said, making a graceful arc with his club as he took the shot “But, I’ve gotta admit, this is pretty fun!”

They watched the ball circle the hole before slotting in with a pleasant plunk.

“That’s par! Now, how many points am I winning by again?

“Yeah, yeah” Pepper scoffed and calculated the scores. “Hah! Don’t get too ahead of yourself, buddy. We’re tied right now!”

“So the windmill decides it all”

“Race ya!” Pepper said, already bolting for the final hole.

“Wait!” ---

“Birdie! Read it. And. Weep”

Two strokes. Pepper beat the windmill in two strokes. It didn’t help that Pepper was being such a braggart about it, but what could Russell do? How could he beat a score like that?

“You givin’ up or what?”

No. It can’t end like this. Russell would not let it.

“Like hell I am!’

All he needed was a hole-in-one. Just one shot to wipe that stupid smug grin off of Pepper’s stupid smug face.

Russell gripped the golf club, knuckles going white. One shot. Just one perfect shot. He shuffled his feet and focused on the timing. He took in a breath. One. Two. NOW

The ball exploded off the ground and flew right into the windmill’s blade, from where it ricocheted off like a bullet into…. The gift shop’s window, shattering it.

“Shit.”

“HAHAHAHAH Oh my god, oh my GOD!”

“Pepper.”

“Now I’ve seen holes in one before but that's the first time I’ve seen a hole in one WINDOW! AHAHAHA!”

“Pepper! Run!”

That’s when Pepper saw the cashier, scrambling towards them, metal golf club in hand.

“Holy moly!”

And so the two of them ran into the night.

“This means I win, right?”

“Pepper!”

…

“Here’s your wristbands. Enjoy your visit to the Downtown City Museum of Arts, sirs.”

“Yes, we will. Have a wonderful night!” Sunil said, putting on his wristband then helping Russell with his own.

“Oh! Thank you,” Russell said “Now, according to this map, the reception for the new Egyptian exhibit should be…” he examined the map that, when unfolded, took up his entire wingspan.

“That way?” Sunil pointed towards the crowd of people walking towards a door decorated to look like the entrance of an ancient tomb.

“Well, I was just about to say that, but yes,”

They entered the exhibit and Russell immediately got the sense he was underdressed for the occasion. He buttoned a few of his top buttons and tightened his tie. He looked over to his friend to inspect his outfit, but more noticeable was the fear on his face.

Russell tapped his shoulder and Sunil leaned over. “Hey. I know you don’t do well with crowds. If at any point for any reason you want to leave, just let me know, okay?” he whispered.

“Thank you, Russell, but I believe I will be fine.” Sunil replied ”as long as you stay by meeeEEE” as he was finishing his sentence, Sunil was swept away in a tour of excitable tourists.

Russell tried to follow them but he kept on getting cut off by other visitors. By the time the gallery’s curator began talking, he had completely lost sight of Sunil.

“He’ll… he’ll be fine on his own. I hope”

Russell turned his attention to the speaker to distract himself from his worrying. “And here behind this curtain, we have the pride of our collection; the Pharaoh’s eye. This gem is the only thing that remains of the death mask of a great, nearly forgotten, ruler of ancient Egypt. It has even been said that it can grant the wish of any who hold it” the curator said with a flourish “Of course, that’s just an old wives tale” she said, chuckling along with the audience.

At that time, Russell noticed a few slips of paper fall from the rafters. Confetti? No. it seemed to just be these few pieces. ‘How strange’, thought Russell. He turned back to the curator.

“And now, it’s time to reveal the Pharaoh’s eye,” the curator said gleefully and she pulled the curtain up to reveal an empty case. A wave of shocked gasps came from the crowd.

“You’ll never have the Pharaoh’s eye, Dr. Disguise!” Shouted a voice that seemed somehow familiar to Russell from above.

“Muahahaha!” Laughed the old woman standing next to Russell who pulled off her latex mask to reveal a young woman with an eyepatch and a mirthful grin “Oh, Secret Agent Scout, it’s already in my grasp! If you want it so bad, come and get it!” The woman in the rafters grabbed a hold of one of the decorative vines from the wall and swung into Dr. Disguise causing many audience members to scream and run. Scout picked up the jewel from the knocked down Dr. Disguise and ran out the door, quickly followed by the now recovered villain.

Too shocked to move, Russell was left as one of the only people in the room. He jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Sunil.

“You know what you said about leaving any time? I think I would like to leave now.”

“Yes, I do think that that would be for the best”

…

“39, 23, and 176, right?”

“Yes, now put the code in!”

Penny Ling stared at the treasure chest for a second, fingers hovering above the number pad.

“What’s wrong, Penny Ling?” Russell turned from the scrawlings of the ‘ancient mermaid language’ on the cave wall. In reality, they were at the newest attraction of the dying Downtown City mall, the Escape Room. This month, the Escape Room was apparently doing a shipwreck theme. Russell had been wanting to go for a while, but it was Penny who finally invited him.

“It’s just… you’re the one who did most of the work. You should do the honors”

“Penny, it doesn’t matter who does it, I just want to get this done!” When Russell saw Penny begin sniffling, he changed his tone instantly “Not that I’m not having fun! I had a blast! Here, I can do it and then we can split a giant pretzel and an overly sugary lemonade, okay?”

“That sounds like a plan,” Penny said, stepping back and rubbing her eyes.

Russell gave her a reassuring smile and squatted down to open the chest. “39, 23, and 176,” he muttered to himself as he rotated the wheels of the lock. With the final digit, there was a click. Russell put his fingers under the edge of the lid but when he tried to lift the lid, it didn’t budge. He tried again and again, but the top refused to move.

“Are you okay?”

Russell didn’t want to admit it, but he was not particularly strong. Maybe Penny would have a better chance.“Can you try to open the chest?” he asked

She does so. Nothing.

“Well,” Russell starts, feeling his heart begin to race and his jaw begin to clench “That is not good.”

“Maybe you missed a clue?” Penny suggested.

“Missed a clue? MISSED A CLUE??? Penny, enlighten me. Where, exactly, in this 10x10 ft. box could I have missed a clue?”

“Russell, you’re freaking out”

“Of course, I’m freaking out! We are trapped in this room! No way to escape! It’d be one thing if I was here alone, but you’re here too! And now we’re gonna be stuck here forever!” Russell said.

Penny pulled Russell into a hug. Normally, he’d wriggle away after a few seconds, but whenever he was stressed or tired, a hug from Penny Ling always helped. Penny guided Russell over to the captain’s quarters and they sat down. “We aren’t going to be stuck here forever. When the timer runs out, the employee will let us out again”

“Yeah, but-” Russell stopped himself. He felt like a little kid, whining because he couldn’t have what he wanted.

“Mm-hm?” Penny played with his hair as he leaned on her shoulder.

“I mean like… well… If we don’t get out soon… We won’t get the best time,” Russell felt so stupid saying it. “I-I wanted to get that gift card. I wanted to thank you for always being there for me… like you are now,”

“That doesn’t matter to me. I was just happy to be here with you. Now, let’s just rest until the time is up”

“Yeah… ”

---

“Oh…” the teenage worker of the Escape Room said, despite displaying no emotion on her face except boredom “You got tripped up at the treasure chest, too?”

“That thing is totally broken”

“You’ve gotta slide the lid, not pull it up”

“What?”

“We put a sign up and everything,” the worker said, pointing at the sign right next to the chest that did, in fact, say to slide the treasure chest lid. Penny looked at Russell, worried.

“WHAT THE FU-”

…

If you asked Russell Ferguson what his ideal Sunday plans were, he could draft up a list in a matter of minutes, sorted in alphabetical order, of course. One thing that would not be on that list, however, is sitting in the freezing office of a very angry park ranger with a pair of idiots. The only sound was the ticking of the clock echoing on the mahogany walls and tile flooring until one of them spoke up.

“Man, Rusty. I didn’t know you had it in you! I mean, you, smacking a cop? No one’s gonna believe me!” Vinnie said.

“He’s not a police officer! He’s a park ranger! A-and I didn’t smack him, he ran into my hand, while I was trying to stop YOU from fighting him!” Russell tried to defend himself. “And don’t call me Rusty. I’m mad at you right now…” he grumbled the last part as he buried his face in his hands.

Minka looked between her two friends and said “C’mon guys, you don’t need to fight!”

“We’re not!” both protested.

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood,” Vinnie scoffed

A moment of silence.

“You know, I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you two”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t gonna let Minka get yelled at by some random guy”

“She was climbing a statue of the city’s mayor. A statue with a sign at the bottom clearly saying ‘do not climb’!” Russell exclaimed “And he’s not some ‘random guy’, he’s a park ranger who was, you know, doing his job?”

By this point, they were glaring at each other. Minka knew better than to get in their way when they reached this stage of their bickering. It had been a long day for all of them. It was almost a miracle that this was the worst thing that had happened during their little picnic. All of them had just about reached the end of their patience and Minka, despite her normal morals, was fine with the two of them taking it out on each other.

Vinnie rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair. “You know,” Vinnie said, staring more at the mounted stag head on the wall than who he was talking to, “I don’t think you are being a very good friend right now”

“Why you!” Russell grabbed Vinnie by the collar.

“Are they yours?” a different voice echoed through the hall. 

“Zoe! And Mr. Schmitt, of course!” Russell dropped Vinnie and smiled.

Zoe pinched the bridge of her nose and said “Yes. I’m so sorry for their… misbehavior today. I am sure they didn’t mean any harm, right?” She looked at her friends.

They all shared various words of agreement.

“Well, if you say so.” Mr Schmitt said and addressed the troublemakers “look, I’m not going to report this, but if you ever do anything this stupid again, I will have you punished under the full extent of the law, am I clear?”

“Yessir!” Minka said as she saluted and skipped out of the room, followed by Vinnie and Zoe, leaving Russell behind.

“Sir, I am so incredibly sorry. It will never happen again, I swear,” Russell pleaded.

“Just leave”

“Yes, sir,” Russell said, dragging his feet as he left.

…

“I’m really sorry about yesterday,” Russell repeated himself for the 5th time that day.

“I’ve already told you, I forgive you. Besides, I have a system where each of my friends get one bail from jail free. That reminds me; Minka owes me one.” Zoe said as she got her phone out, probably to tell Minka about her debt.

“But… I feel like I should be doing something for you”

“You’re paying for dinner, isn’t that enough?” Russell opened his mouth to speak but Zoe cut him off “And I won’t have you complaining that it’s ‘not fancy enough for me,’ Any meal with my friend is one I’m happy to have”

They both set down their menus and waited for a waiter to notice them.

“Here are your drinks. Are you ready to order?”

“I’ll be having the village salad” Zoe handed the menu off to the waiter.

“And you?”

“Can I get the veggie gyro? Hold the goat cheese please” Russell did the same.

“Oh! And for appetizers, could we get two saganaki, please?”

“It will be right out”

---

They waited for a few minutes, sipping their drinks and soaking in the atmosphere.

Russell decided to break the silence “So, what is saganaki?”

“It's this delicious fried cheese dish. You will just love it!”

Russell processed for a second. “Zoe. I’m lactose intolerant.”

“Oh. Oh!” She started to get up from her chair “I’ll let the staff know to cancel that order right now,”

“No. I mean, no need. I can have a little dairy, but I’ll be fine as long as I go home like right after this because- wait actually I am not gonna finish that thought”

“Yeah”

Surprisingly, Russell’s digestive issues were not great dinner conversation so the conversation ended there.

In the quiet, Russell began remembering all of his previous outings with his friends. All of them had ended pretty disastrously. Maybe today his bad luck would end. Maybe he could just have a good meal without anything going wrong. With that, he looked up, meeting his eyes with a flame. A fire!

“Watch out!” As fast as he could, Russell threw his water at the fire. When he realized what was actually happening.

“Aah!” the waiter threw the now sizzling cast-iron pan he was holding and it fell onto his dress-choe clad foot “Merde! Putain de merde! How do you say… Motherfucking shit!” he exclaimed, hopping on one foot.

“Oh no… Oh no, oh no, oh no” Russell began to panic. “I’ve gotta get out of here. I’ll just ruin something else if I don’t” he mumbled as he pushed himself out of chair and ran out the door. Zoe looked down at the poor french waiter, and then at the door. She sighed and followed after her friend.

“I’ll be back, I promise” she said to the staff as she rushed out the door.

Russell was hopping in the front seat of his car “Don’t get close. Knowing my luck, you’re just gonna get hurt,”

“Russell. Everyone has bad days, but that’s no excuse to not own up to your mista-

“I’m going to lock myself in my house and never come out. Goodbye Zoe.”

With that, he sped off.

“Russell Ferguson! Come back here!!! Russell, you’re my ride!!!” She frantically waved at him and tried to chase him down.

As he drove further and further, Zoe stopped running. “I hope he’s not being serious,”

…

“He was being 100% serious,” Zoe explained.

“Maybe he’s just taking a five day long nap? I’ve done that before” Vinnie said, reaching for the pizza boxes.

Sunil swatted his hand away “Vinnie, that was a coma.”

“Oh, yeah that's what they called it”

“If he’s in a coma, then we really need to hurry up!” Penny said, starting to speed walk ahead of the group.

“Uh, Penny? I don’t think he’s actually in a coma,” Pepper explained.

“Then why hasn't he called me back yet?” Penny Ling turned back around to the group with misty eyes.

“Because he hates us?” Vinnie suggested, which earned him a jab in the ribs from Pepper.

Zoe shook her head and walked up the steps to Russell’s apartment building. “Would you guys please get it together? This is important,” She went to press the doorbell before being interrupted by Minka

“Oooh! Oooh! Let me do it, LET ME DO IT!!”

“It’s all yours”

And so she rang the doorbell in a way some might call excessive.

A few muffled stops and clicks came from behind the door. In the crack of the heavily latched door, there was a single, tired eye.

“You aren’t doordash.” the door began to close, but Minka put her whole weight against the door.

“Nuh-uh, Mister. You aren’t getting off the hook that easily”

“You want food? We have pizza! Sunil! Show him the pizza” Zoe hissed. Sunil did so and Russell stopped pushing on the door.

“Fine,”

After about a minute unfastening various locks, Russell held out his hands to receive the pizza, but was met by six people scurrying into his house while the door was open, knocking him over in the process.

Russell just sat there on the ground, his friends eyes staring through his skin. He didn’t want to be seen like this. His clothes were stained and ill-fitting. His eyes were red and sore from lack of sleep. He hadn't shaved in days, and worst of all, his hair was greasy and unspiked. He felt disgusting. He wanted to curl into a ball and disappear, but the best he could do was bring his knees to his chest and bury his head in his arms.

Somehow, he grumbled out some words “What are you guys even doing here”

“Russell Ferguson,” Zoe addressed him “We want to know- no we need to know, why you have been ignoring us for the last week.”

Russell looked up at the group, thought for a second, and shriveled away once more.

Penny walked closer and sat on the shag carpet right next to him. She put a gentle hand on his quaking back. “Russell, what she means is we’re worried about you! When you didn’t talk to us, we got really scared. Vinnie thought you died!”

“I didn’t think he died! I thought he was in a comma!”

“Coma.” Zoe corrected

“Whatever”

“Look, that isn’t what’s important right now” Pepper said, sitting criss-cross across from Russell. “Just let us know what’s up, and we’ll leave you alone, okay?”

The others looked at each other and joined the circle. Russell shifted his weight from side to side, but didn’t emerge from his ball.

“I… I can’t hang out with you anymore. I only cause problems. I take things too far. I’m bossy. I can’t take a joke,” his voice started to break, scratchy from no use “I’m the fucking worst. A-and I can’t understand why you don’t hate me,”

“C’mon, you know it would take a whole lot more than that to make us hate you” Minka said as she ruffled his hair.

“And you are saying this like we don’t all have our own faults! Pepper is unfunny, Zoe is totally self-absorbed, Vinnie is-” Sunil stopped when he saw the looks he was getting. He flushed and cleared his throat “I do believe I made my point,”

“Besides, I had a lot of fun hanging out with you, even if it did end with us getting chased down!” Pepper said.

“I think you should punch more cops!” Vinnie added. Pepper readied her elbow for another rib-jabbing when a quiet chuckle came from Russell. Soon it changed from a chuckle to a chortle to a full on laugh, lifting his head up to see the world again. “Hahaha! How many times are you gonna change that story! Soon I’m gonna be having a full on brawl with the police chief!”

He looked at his friends’ expressions of confusion and cheer and somehow, he began to feel more normal. “Thank you all so much, and I’m really sorry for acting the way I did-” before Russell could finish his thought he was engulfed in what could be described as half a tackle and half a group hug.

“Who’s ready for pizza?” Penny Ling asked, after a few good moments of the impromptu dogpile cuddle session.

“PIZZA!” the group collectively yelled, pushing and tripping over each other to be the first to get to the food.

Russell was left alone, brushing himself off. He looked at them all and smiled. ‘Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all’, he thought.

The End

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WOOOHOOO it's finished!

I know this isn't the greatest literary work of all time, but I'm proud of myself for actually completing and posting a fic for once in my life. Again, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this ^_^

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: Violet Stark had seen him in her dreams for a long while. . . So what was she supposed to do when he showed up in her life, just how he looked in the dream? She couldn't ignore the man who plagued her thoughts. . . But that didn't mean that she wouldn't try. . . Especially since she was already in a relationship.

𝑶𝑪 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻: LILY COLLINS as VIOLET MARIE STARK | FREYA MAVOR as LUCILLE IMOGENE CLARKE | JENSEN ACKLES as JACKSON CAMPBELL

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!OC [SLOW BURN]

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2,234

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: This was originally posted on my Wattpad (qu1cks1lversb1tch) — this is my fanfiction, I didn't steal it. If this flops on here, I'm deleting it and only updating it on Wattpad. If it gets good interactions, I'll keep it and update as I can.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬

Her glare fell on the silver haired man before her, his blazing blue eyes staring into her soul as his muscular frame towered above her. A smirk graced his lips as he spoke her name like a praise, with that same accented voice that haunted her dreams for the last few years.

Every night, her eyes would narrow in his direction and he would only smirk and say her name. Seeing him in her dreams was both her favorite and least favorite part of sleeping.

And then she would wake up every morning and he would be nothing more than a memory — a figment of her unconscious imagination.

Yet his voice would haunt her throughout the day like the ghost of her past. Constantly.

"Violet."

Her eyes refocused and her gaze landed on the brunet man across from her, his steel blues staring at her with unfamiliar concern. She had been thinking of the mystery man again.

Violet smiled slightly and fixed her attention on the conversation at hand, though she could feel Bucky's lingering stare on the side of her face. She couldn't remember how long she had been staying with him and another HYDRA escapee — her old friend Lucy.

She had run into them during a mission gone wrong with the Avengers and recognized the woman. Lucy offered refuge, barely remembering who Violet was, but knowing enough to understand she could be trusted.

Violet made good on her promises. Lucy and Bucky knew that much.

They also knew she had contact with Natasha and some of the other teammates, but used a device that couldn't be tracked. . . She was waiting for them to be in a better state of mind, so she could request extraction for the three of them and hopefully get them on the team.

Lucy finished talking and walked into the kitchen of the barely functional third floor apartment, leaving Bucky and Violet alone. The sound of the gas stoves knob twisting with those telltale clicks before the whoosh of the flames igniting filled the empty silence.

"Quit staring." Violet muttered, her warm hazel eyes catching in the late afternoon sunlight that peeked through the boarded up windows, covered haphazardly with blankets to hold the warmth in.

"You were thinking about him." Bucky stated bluntly, closely watching the auburn haired woman in the tattered green armchair.

She shook her head. "I wasn't." She was. She was thinking about him. The mystery man. His deep yet silky accented voice, sharp features, and the body of a man sculpted by gods.

And she hated it. . . Hated how he consumed her mind both while awake and asleep. She hated how he filled her head with thoughts that oddly benefited the man she had waiting for her at home.

"You're a horrible liar." He mused, the beginnings of a smirk forming before it disappeared.

Violet snorted, chucking a pillow at the man. He caught it and rested his heavy vibranium arm on it. "And you're a nosey old man. . . I wasn't thinking of the mystery man."

Bucky shrugged, quickly becoming detached as he always did. "You're lying. You had that look in your eyes, Violet. . . Like he was talking to you right then."

She listened to his words, but didn't say anything. She looked away and kept her mouth shut. He hadn't said anything out of the ordinary. Just her name. It was always her name falling from his lips, as if he already knew exactly who she was.

Violet wanted to tell Bucky more. He was her friend and she didn't enjoy lying. Not to him. Not to Lucy. Not her dad, team, boyfriend, or herself.

But she couldn't speak on something she didn't know if it was real or all in her head. . . It would only set her up for more unnecessary stress. . . She sat silently as Lucy entered once more, carrying two small plates of food.

One of them would have to brave the town soon to get more. They were running low on things to eat. . . Violet felt wrong as she considered leaving. . . She could go into the town, collect the necessities, return back to the rickety apartment, and then leave in the night and never turn back.

She could travel lightly and finally tell her friend where she could be found. . .

Violet wanted to be selfish, for once.

But she couldn't. If she left, she would have to keep in contact. She would have to ensure their safety in her absence.

She gratefully took the porcelain plate that had a small chunk of seasoned chicken breast on it with green beans on the side. The portions were small, but enough to feed them until the trip could be made.

"I'll go to town in the morning. . . I'll get enough to feed us comfortably for a while." Violet announced, slowly eating her portion to feed her brain the idea that she had eaten more than she did.

Lucy cautiously looked back at her old friend. "Are you sure? I don't mind going." She spoke softly, as if worried about something.

Violet smiled kindly, glancing down at her empty plate. "It's best I go. I shouldn't be long."

𓆩✦𓆪

The cold morning dawned with a chill creeping up Violet's spine as she pulled the blanket closer to her body.

She could hear Bucky's heavy footsteps in the other room, signaling that it was time for her to get up. The floor creaked as she stood from her makeshift bed on the floor that consisted of a couple pillows, a mattress on four stacked, wooden pallets, with a few blankets.

The window in what was considered 'her' room was boarded up and there were bullet holes in the wood and glass. Even with her blanket wrapped around her, Violet could feel the chill coming through the gaps in the blankets and tarp covering the window.

Violet heard the front door open, followed quickly by cursing in both English and Russian.

She peeked her head out of her room and saw the fresh layer of powdery white snow. Great. Just great. With most of the windows covered from prior damage, the best way to know the weather was to look out the door.

Bucky closed the door, sending a wave of cold air into the main room.

Shivering, Violet closed herself in the room and changed into much warmer clothes — layering them until she couldn't feel the chill of the room.

She knew the trip to town would be interesting, especially since it snowed. She wasn't sure how much it had snowed, only that it had. . . Violet soon joined a groggy looking Lucy and an upset looking Bucky in the small living room.

"I'll be back in a little while. Don't open the door." She said, staring them both down as she stuffed her money and burner phone in her pocket. Bucky was by far the most intimidating of them all, with Lucy being a very close second. . . But Violet was her own brand of intimidating.

She had to be - especially being an Avenger, the daughter of Tony Stark, and the longtime girlfriend of the son of one of her dad's former business partners. . . With money came power, and with power came control. . . With control came nearly whatever she wanted.

"Stern words from the living, breathing American girl doll." Lucy grinned, falling victim to Violet's glare. Bucky only stared between them.

"You're one to talk, Lucille. I'll be back before dark." She announced, turning her back. She trudged toward the door, mentally preparing herself to brave the cold winter-like air.

It hit her like a blast and a draft slammed the door closed behind her. She groaned, knowing she'd have to brave the icy stairs to reach the powdery white below.

Each step, Violet held onto the railing, her gloves sticking to the frigid metal. Finally, she reached the bottom and set on her usual path to the little town.

Halfway on her journey, she turned the burner phone on and it lit up immediately with a message from Natasha.

Wherever you are, we

need you.

Her heart dropped and she picked up her pace towards town as she typed up a quick message and sent it.

How recent is this?

The response came quickly as it usually did, yet she didn't look at it as she approached her first stop of the day. She filled a basket with bread, meats, canned goods - stuff that would last a little while.

It was the second buzz of the burner phone that had Violet pulling it out of her pocket.

Today. Tony says you

need to come home.

Where are you? Clint

and I can be there in

a couple hours.

Violet hurriedly checked out the items from that market before going down the road further to a small town electronics shop. It reminded her of a much smaller and off-brand version of Best Buy.

It was a front. She knew that. She wouldn't tell. Not when she could get a whole new burner phone for cheap.

But this one wasn't for her.

She figured something like this would happen. She'd have to go back, likely for more work. She knew what she was signing up for when her dad allowed her to be placed on the team.

This phone was so Bucky and Lucy could keep in contact with her. Let her know they were safe and were being discreet with their movement.

She loaded the number of her burner phone into it and shoved it into her other pocket. The one she never put her phone in.

I'll send you my coordinates

in a couple hours. There's a

couple more things I have

to do first.

The message was left on delivered for most of her walk back, though as the old apartment building came into view, a message came through.

We could find you right

now if we wanted to.

And she was quick to respond, knowing she only had so long before they'd start checking cameras. This whole thing had been what she called 'a mission of my own'. . . And she had every intention of seeing it to the end, no matter how long it took.

I know. But don't. Trust me, Nat.

You'll get the coordinates tonight.

The message was left on read. Violet hurriedly shut the phone off and shoved it in her pocket.

𓆩✦𓆪

Lucy stared at the burner phone in her hand, confusion covering her face. "Why do we need this?"

"I have to leave for a while. . . I don't know when I'll be back, but I will be; there's enough food to last until the end of the month at the very least. I shopped like I'd be here too." Violet stated as she put everything away into the cabinets and barely functional refrigerator and freezer. . . Not that she really needed to put anything in the freezer with the current state of the apartment.

It was just past dark. She'd have to send her coordinates soon, but she wouldn't leave without some form of an explanation.

"Promise?"

The single word from Bucky caught her off guard. She stopped in her tracks and stared dead into his eyes. "I promise I'll be back." She then looked between the two.

"There's a guy coming out to replace the windows by the end of the week. . . Until he gets out here, use the blankets in my room for extra insulation from the draft. . . Don't interact with him. It's only the few windows that need to be replaced and then he'll be gone."

Lucy gently placed the phone in her pocket before maneuvering across the room, wrapping Violet in a hug. "Thank you for your kindness."

The Stark woman returned the embrace, opting to not say anything. Lucille had been one of her friends as children - kidnapped by HYDRA about the same time and Violet was the only one who was able to be rescued before anything too bad happened. . . They had been separated, otherwise she would've been saved too.

Nobody knew it was HYDRA then, assuming the organization had died out. . . Thinking it was a different organization.

Violet didn't even know until the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"No need to thank me. . . I'd do it all again, with no hesitation." She muttered, catching the time on the stove as they both pulled away. "I have to pack my couple belongings, and then I have to go far away from here, so I won't lead someone to you."

"Don't die." Bucky's low voice said. The threat of 'or else' lingered behind his tone and Violet couldn't help but smile slightly, the curve of her lips morphing into a smirk as she stared at him.

He still had nightmares sometimes, but he was gaining old memories, and it was because of her help. She wasn't pushy, which was a miracle when dealing with a Stark.

Bucky was making progress. He knew his name and some of his past. All because violet had a soft spot for those who had been in the same position as her; or even worse positions - like being a brainwashed soldier for a WWII nazi organization since the forties. . .

Or being thrown into a division of other young girls, forced to kill and master a perfect feminine elegance, all because of a certain genetic code. Like Natasha.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Barnes."

[mywifeymax]

Who Would have thought---💌🌲(Bellamy Blake X reader) Part Two

(Y/n pov)

*Finding Jasper tied to a tree I quickly try to make my way over to him but suddenly felt myself drop but someone held onto my hand I looked up meeting eyes with Bellamy as he pulled me up* "Careful princess"He said

*Making my way over to Jasper I quickly cutt him down from the tree but we stop as we heard sounds suddenly there was a tinger that came out of nowhere and Bellamy quickly shot it* "There's dinner for the night"Bellamy said

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*getting back to the camp I quickly helped Clarke carry Jasper into the dropship and I held his hand in mine* "Hey jasp everything is going to be okay you're home now"I whispered soft words to him as he yelled out in pain

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That happened for a few days *As I stuck by his side I made sure to dap his forehead with the water I looked over as I saw Bellamy come in* "He's suffering can't you guys see that?"He asked "because he's in pain"I said "I give it by tommrow then I am killing him putting him out of misery"Bellamy said "You touch him and I swear to God"I said "What are you going to do huh?"Bellamy said "Guys enough"Finn said "Don't worry I find the stuff before tommrow Finn do you want to come with me?"Clarke asked "Yeah come on"Finn said

*As they left I stayed by Jasper's side not leaving it one bit* "I don't know why you're so in love with him I mean man couldn't even defend himself"Bellamy said "You don't understand anything"I said harshly "Whatever just remembered what I said"Bellamy said I hate Bellamy I hated him so much he was nothing but a controlling prick.

*As the night went on Jasper kept screaming out in pain and I squeezed his hand telling him words of encouragement and I watched as Octavia quickly made her way up the ladder and shut the door sealing it* "What the hell?"I asked "Murphy going to try and kill Jasper"She said *I nodded as I kept dapping Jasper forehead and keeping pressure on the wound*

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*The next day Clarke made it back with the stuff we needed as she took care of Jasper and we all waited for him to wake up I sat there anxiously*

"Hey guys"Jasper weak voice said *sitting up quickly I took his hand* "Hey jasp"I said "Hey y/n where is Octavia?"Jasper asked as he asked that I felt tiny different stabbed wounds go into my heart "She's downstairs I'll go get her"I said "Okay"He said with a nod

*Climbing down the later I walked over to her* "Jasper wants to see you"I said *I watched as she quickly got up and climbed up the ladder* "Jeleous don't look good on you you know"Bellamy said coming up from beside me "I'm not jeleous"I said "Says the girl that was refusing to leave his side until he woke up"Bellamy said "As long as he is happy"I said "God you're really something aren't you?"Bellamy said "And you're a pain in the ass"I said

*Leaving the drop ship I walked off to my tent as I sat down and sighed* I guess this was my life now being down here on earth with a snearkie ass guy like Bellamy and watching the guy I had a crush on since I was 3 fond over another girl yup this was something I definitely wanted

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*As night came I left my tent as I saw a girl going into Bellamy's tent I rolled my eyes* God he's disgusting

*I walked over to Murphy who was just leaning against the dropship* "I guess you got nothing better do?"He asked "How did you know?"I asked "Well knowing you normally you be arguing with Bellamy over something or hanging out with that little boyfriend of your's"Murphy said "Yeah boyfriend"I scoff "Guessing things didn't work out between you and Jasper?"He asked "He's to found over Octavia"I said "Don't blame him honestly"He said "Dont you have something to do like kick wells ass?"I asked "I've been trying but Finn been getting in the way"Murphy said "Oh well I see"I said

*As sat in silence I looked at the dropship* "I'm going to go check on Jasper"I said "Have fun with that"Murphy said

*going inside I walk to the ladder as I climb up I walked over to Jasper and he sat up and I quickly helped him* "Is it true?"Jasper asked suddenly "What do you mean?"I asked "You're feelings for me is it true?"He asked how did he know about them "Jasp-"I said "Answer the question y/n is it true?"He asked "Yes it's true"I said "I appreciate it but I think we are better off as friends"Jasper said "Jasper why are you being so distant all of a sudden?"I asked "Because I like Octavia"Jasper said "Oh okay I see"I said

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*climbing down the ladder I suppressed my tears and I stopped as I saw Bellamy walk up to me* "We got a problem"He said "What could it possibly be this time?"I asked "wells is dead"Bellamy said with a serious tone

*I watched as everybody gathered around as we all barried him into the ground and I left the scene as I walk to the tent where the investigation was taking place by the console*

"Who do think could have done it?"Jasper asked "We don't know it could be anybody"Clarke said *I walked over to the knife and picked it up* "J.M"I read out "That's Murphy's"Bellamy said "No he couldn't have I mean he wouldn't have"I said "It's his knife"Clarke said "How about we tell nobody"I said "I actually agree with princess here"Bellamy said "No they deserve to know"Clarke said "Someone else is either going to get hurt or die"I said

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*As the other confronted Murphy I stayed back as they are trying to hang him for his crimes and I ran to Bellamy* "Stop it's too far!"I yelled out "No princess it's what the people wants!"Bellamy said as the crowd cheered him on

*Suddenly Charlotte confess that it was her and all of us stopped as we looked at her I exchanged glances with Bellamy as we quickly made out way to her and dragged her to the tent*

"Bellamy what the hell are we going to do?"I asked "I don't know but the others are going to want her blood we need to find a way to protect her"Bellamy said "I'll hide her"I said "Are you sur?"He asked "I'm positive"I said "I'll come with you"Bellamy said "Fine whatever"I said.

-To be continued -

[bluejaysandblackbats]

A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers

Chapter One: Les Fleur

"You can hold my hand if you're scared," Conner whispered as he stretched his hand out to the crying boy. The small boy reached out and took Conner's hand, his eyes shut tight as he followed Conner out of the hall of mirrors. "I used to get scared in the hall of mirrors, too," Conner whispered, "I'll tell you when we're outside."

He nodded, squeezing Conner's hand tight. Conner couldn't let go even if he wanted to. And he didn't want to. The small boy wouldn't budge, so Conner took off his necklace and gave it to the boy to wear. "I'm not gonna let go. You can wear my ring around your neck until we get out. The cold air hit their faces as they stepped outside, and Conner kept walking until he got to a food stand. "Oh! You can open your eyes now... Are you hungry?" Conner asked. The boy nodded, still holding Conner's hand tight. "Two corndogs, please." Conner paid for their food, and the boys ate while Conner walked them to the help tent.

"Thank you," the little boy mumbled.

"No problem," Conner smiled, "I'm seven years old... How old are you?"

"Six." The little boy took a bite of his corndog and swung his feet as they sat on the bench. He'd finally managed to stop crying, and Conner waved the lady at the tent over.

"Hi, Conner! I saw your pa's watermelon. I hear he's gonna take a picture with the mayor tonight," she smiled.

"Uh-huh! And Ma's gonna win the blue ribbon for her apple pie tonight!" Conner exclaimed. "Wait... Mrs. Feeny, this kid's lost. He's six years old, and I found him in the hall of mirrors-." The little boy tugged his sleeve.

"Where are the bumper cars?" he whispered. "My daddy said to meet him there if I got lost... But I can't remember where that is."

"Oh, I can take you there... Sorry, Mrs. Feeny, I've got him," Conner smiled.

"What's your name?" the little boy questioned.

"I'm Conner. What's your name?" Conner asked. He looked at the little boy's face, but the little boy never looked back. Not directly, anyway.

He finished his corndog and stared down at his feet. "Bart," he answered.

"Nice to meet you, Bart," Conner replied. Bart glanced at him.

Conner led Bart through the crowd, and Bart kissed Conner on the cheek. "Thank you," Bart smiled before darting off. He leaped into his father's arms, and Conner backed away. His job was done. Besides, he was late meeting Ma. He ran toward the Blue Ribbon Baking Contest, and Ma waved at him.

He ran into her arms, and she sat down and bounced Conner on her knee. "You're late, sweetheart," Ma whispered as she kissed his cheek. "Not too bad, though."

"Sorry, Ma. Somebody got lost in the hall of mirrors," Conner explained. Ma took a bite of his corndog and grinned.

Conner sat on her lap for the rest of the contest, and he fell asleep. Ma held him close to her chest. That night, she won the blue ribbon for her excellent apple pie.

*

Conner's alarm went off, and he jumped out of bed. He searched the room for his coveralls. "Ma! Ma! Have you seen my coveralls?" Conner shouted. Someone knocked on his bedroom door, and he answered, startled by the presence of Clark Kent standing in the hallway. Conner rarely saw him in person, save for the occasional holiday. But he always watched Clark on the news. Clark was always much bigger in person. Frighteningly so. "Good morning, Clark." Conner looked up, swallowing hard as he extended a hand to Clark.

Clark crouched down and embraced him. It was unexpected, sweet, and jarring, but Conner hugged back. Clark didn't explain his presence. Instead, he plainly stated that Conner would be with him for the day. Conner never asked why. Instead, he nodded and searched his closet for something to wear. He dressed in jeans and a snap-button shirt before brushing his teeth and washing his face in the restroom.

The sun hadn't risen yet, but it was working hours for the summer, and Conner was well accustomed to the schedule. Clark took his hand and walked him to the car. "Where's Ma and Pa?" Conner asked. It dawned on him that he hadn't seen or heard from them.

"They had to go into town... But I was visiting anyway," Clark answered. Conner squeezed his hand. "How've you been?"

"I have a loose tooth," Conner whispered. Clark looked down, and Conner wiggled his tooth for him.

"That's a nice one. Maybe I'll help you pull it later," Clark replied. Conner nodded. Things had always been odd between the two. Conner knew that Clark was his father, but Ma and Pa only told him that recently. There was still a lot he didn't understand. Clark loved him, he knew that much, but they failed to connect to one another on a fundamental level. They were practically strangers.

"Clark, could we get breakfast?" Conner asked. Clark nodded.

"Did you have fun at the fair last night?" Clark asked. Conner nodded.

"I helped a boy find his dad... He got lost last night. I bought him a corndog and gave him my ring," Conner whispered.

Clark nodded. "We'll have to get you another one then. How about us two go to the antique shop together?" Clark offered. Conner grinned. "Excited for second grade?"

"No... I liked first grade. Pa says it can't be helped," Conner answered. Clark chuckled.

Conner pulled his boots on and slipped on a bolo tie. "Are Ma and Pa at the fair?" Conner questioned. Clark shook his head.

"Ma and Pa are looking for a missing neighbor," Clark answered. Clark put him in a car seat and swallowed hard. "Conner, I love you. Do you know that?"

"Are Ma and Pa okay?" Conner asked. Clark nodded.

"Ma and Pa are fine. They're worried about their friend, but they'll be home before dinner," Clark answered. Conner nodded, and Clark drove out to a twenty-four-hour diner. "Want some flapjacks?"

"Can I have cinnamon sugar on them?" Conner asked. Clark nodded. "Is Lois coming?"

"Mhm, you'll see her soon," Clark replied, "She's still asleep. We didn't get in until late."

Conner swung his feet. "Does Lois like me?" Conner asked. Clark chuckled.

"Lois loves you," Clark replied.

"She cries when she sees me," Conner mumbled as he wrung his hands.

"That's because she misses you," Clark explained. He reached across the table and squeezed Conner's knee. "Is this strange for you? Me being here?"

"Ma and Pa said I could go with you and Lois without asking-."

"No, Conner... I mean-. Do you feel comfortable around me?" Clark asked. Conner grew silent. "I promise one day this will all make sense, Conner. I hate that it doesn't right now. I love you more than you'll ever know."

"Did you not like me? Is that why you're not my daddy anymore?" Conner asked.

"That's not-. Conner, I was trapped out of the country. No one even knew if I was still alive. Lois thought I was dead, so she was too upset to be the mommy she wanted to be. When I returned, you thought Ma and Pa were your parents, so I decided we should let you grow up in the home you've always known," Clark explained.

Conner didn't say anything else about it. None of it made sense to him, but he didn't want to say something wrong and keep Clark from visiting again. "Can we go to the fair after breakfast? I promise I'll be good. I'll even hold your hand if you want," Conner promised.

The waitress smiled and put her hand on her hip. "How are my two favorite Kent boys?" she grinned.

"Hi, Miss Lisa. Clark said I could have cinnamon sugar on my flapjacks," Conner announced.

"We're doing alright. Can we have two orders of bacon and flapjacks? Orange juice for me and milk for Conner? And how are you, Miss Lisa?" Clark ordered.

"I'm doing good. Nice to see you, Clark," Miss Lisa smiled, "Oh, and thank you for those eggs, Conner. That was so sweet of you." She waved before walking off.

"What about eggs?" Clark asked.

"It was only a half dozen. I gave the eggs to Miss Lisa's grandson 'cause he's in my class," Conner answered. Clark smiled.

"You got taller since the last time I've seen you," Clark noted. Conner nodded. "You're gonna be bigger than me when you grow up. I can tell."