#showed a friend Clark the other day and now he’s been saying hi to Clark too

[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 21

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 20 | Series Masterlist | Part 22

Chapter Word Count: Over 3.4k

Chapter Summary: Bucky shows you something after the doctor looks you over.

Chapter Warnings: Aftermath of physical assault, tension, mention of violence and threats, inner turmoil, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight and I feel like this chapter is short. Thank you again for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky rubbed your back, occasionally whispering sweet words when you didn't speak. After your exhausting cry fest, you resorted to sniffles and sighs. You wanted to hide away, which seemed cowardly. It was only fair after what you went through, but you also wanted to face the world. You were torn, and it was tiring.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered when your eyes slipped shut. “I know you're tired, but I need you to try to stay awake for me, okay?”

“And for Dr. Cho,” you said. It was probably good to stay awake in case you were showing any signs of a concussion. What sort of questions would she ask? How involved was she in Bucky’s world? “Where's Curtis?” you asked. You owed him a thank you at some point. Ray and Steve, too. Messed up situation or not they deserved a bit of your gratitude, right?

“He’s waiting to bring her up.”

“I’m surprised you didn't have Ray bring us back,” you commented. You were used to him being the one close by, and Bucky didn't seem to bring a lot of his other men around his place. At least not that you were aware of.

“Between you and I, Curtis isn't a huge fan of most of my friends. The less time he spends with them the better his mood is.” If you didn't know any better, you’d say Bucky sounded amused. You were also curious why Curtis still worked for him if he didn't like the crowd he ran with. “But he’ll go to the club with me later. He deserves to get the first hit in since he pulled that bastard off of you.”

Your stomach turned, but you felt better knowing he wouldn’t force you to go to the club considering he didn’t even want to say Clark’s name. “What are you going to do to him?”

You didn’t mean to shiver at the frost in his eyes, but you did. How could a look be so cold? “I’m not sure you want the details,” he replied. You weren't sure you wanted to know either. “What I can tell you is that he’s going to suffer and wish he was dead.”

You shivered again. “How am I meant to get used to this lifestyle?” you asked. You followed the rules of society like a normal person, but Bucky made his own rules. He wasn’t afraid to use his influence or violence to get what he wanted in life. He was almost shameless in it and how he manipulated people around him. That wasn’t you. It could never be you.

“We. How are we meant to get through this,” he corrected you. “And we do that one day at a time,” he said, like it was so simple.

“Aren’t you already used to this?” you asked. It was the life you imagined he grew up with thanks to his dad.

“I’m used to my lifestyle, but you’re out of your depth and I’m not used to this as being part of a couple. I’ve been selfish in how I’ve tried to ease you into this,” he said. You tried not to gape at him since he hadn’t eased you into anything at all. “But you’re home now and we’ll figure this out.”

“Does figuring things out mean you brush off what I ask for? Like going to work tomorrow?” you asked. It wasn’t wrong of you to want a normal day. Weren’t you owed that much?

He sighed, but it wasn’t out of annoyance. “I wasn’t trying to brush you off, Kotyonok. You went through something terrible tonight, and I thought staying home to rest and relax was the better option.”

You pondered his words. Maybe he wasn’t trying to control you now that you were home. He was concerned for your well being. “We have to find common ground,” you whispered. It was already going to be a life sentence being by his side, and you couldn’t live your life as a prisoner.

“Is that really a discussion you want to have tonight?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you glared. “I’m not saying that to insult you or dismiss your feelings. I just think tomorrow might be a better time to discuss it so we can both process everything.”

You didn’t want to say he was right. So much of what you had been through was because of his actions, but he was frightened by what happened, too. “I do want to say that Natasha offered to teach me self defense, and I think I’ll take her up on that.”

“You want Natasha to teach you?” he asked.

“Yeah. No one ever put their hands on me like this before and I want to be able to defend myself if it happens again,” you explained, hearing Bucky’s swift intake of breath. Maybe he could keep you safe, but you needed to help yourself however you could. “Natasha or one of her girls teaching me will be better than some guy.”

If some guy put you on your back the way Clark did who knew how you’d react. The way Bucky’s eyes darkened he didn’t want another guy touching you either. “As long as I can teach you how to use a gun and a knife.”

“A gun and a knife?” you asked before his phone went off.

“That should be Curtis and Dr. Cho. I’ll be right back.”

Turning your gaze toward the ceiling once he left you alone, you tried to quiet the sudden screaming in your mind. You wanted answers from Clark, from Zemo. You also fought the urge to tell him to quickly come back. Why was his presence suddenly soothing when you were still so upset?

You sat up when you heard footsteps followed by a gentle call of your name. “Hello. I’m Dr. Cho.” The gentle but strong voice matched the demeanor of the woman who entered the room. Bucky followed a couple of steps behind, and Curtis lingered in the doorway. “I understand you've been through quite the ordeal this evening.”

“She was attacked,” Bucky snarled, moving beside you again as the doctor set her bag down. “That’s a lot more than just some ordeal.”

“Bucky,” you whispered. The doctor meant no offense or harm.

“Of course. My apologies.” To her credit, she didn't look the least bit afraid or put off. She was either used to Bucky’s antics or used to difficult patients. “Can you please tell me your name and date of birth?”

You answered the question easily, but didn’t say anything else as she checked your heartbeat and blood pressure. She wasn’t your normal doctor, so it wasn’t like she had access to your medical records. Did she?

“And can you tell me what happened tonight?”

Your eyes flickered to Bucky and Curtis. Both were watching you with a mixture of anger and sympathy. “Well…” It took a moment to really begin. “Cl… A man was waiting for me when I got back to my apartment. I told him to leave, but…”

“Breathe,” Bucky whispered, taking your hand and silently urging you to continue whenever you were ready.

You wanted to breathe normally and not think about Clark or anything else.

Dr. Cho didn't take her eyes off you. “Would you prefer to speak with just me?” she asked, cutting Bucky off with a single glare when he opened his mouth to argue. “I know you didn't put your hands on her. I just want her to be comfortable.”

“It's okay,” you said. Even if you wanted to speak to the doctor alone you knew Bucky would hover nearby. “He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back hard enough that I fell to the ground,” you continued, showing her so she could look it over. “I may have hit my head when that happened.”

She turned your wrist over, looking for swelling or tenderness as you tested your mobility. It didn’t hurt as much as it had earlier, which had to be a good sign. “Have you been experiencing any nausea? Trouble thinking? Sensitivity to light?” she asked, getting a small flashlight to check your eyes.

“No, I think I’m okay,” you replied.

“Did anything else happen?”

“He choked me,” you said above a whisper, skipping over the fact that he put a hand on your thigh. Nothing had actually happened.

“Everything he did to you, I’m going to make it a hundred times worse,” Bucky said through his teeth.

Curtis took a step into the room at that point and your nerves crept up when you glanced at Bucky. His nostrils flared and his metal hand curled so tight so you hear the gears turn. You squeezed his hand in the hope that it would ease some of the tension. Maybe it was to soothe the both of you.

“Breathe,” you whispered.

Anger remained on his face when he took a deep breath. You didn’t think he’d fully calm down until he took his aggression out on Clark. And what about Zemo, if he was really involved?

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” the doctor said, handing you a tissue before she checked your throat. When did tears fill your eyes again? “Are you experiencing any chest pains? Difficulty breathing?”

“I’m fine,” you whispered.

“And the man who did this to you, is he-”

“I’m handling it,” Bucky said, leaving no room to argue.

The doctor barely concealed a sigh, the only crack in her cool demeanor. “Understood,” she whispered, finishing her exam. Maybe she was aware of some of what Bucky did, but didn’t approve. “No broken bones or anything of that nature, but you may feel sore tomorrow. Do you have any allergies?”

“I’m not allergic to pain meds if that’s what you're asking.”

“Well, I recommend you rest tomorrow. If you start to feel anything out of the ordinary, I want to know right away so we can take you to the hospital if necessary.”

You sighed. If the doctor was telling you to rest, there was no way Bucky would let you out of the penthouse for work. “I’ll rest tomorrow.”

“And could someone please get her a snack and some water? I’d like to make sure she can keep food down,” she said.

“I’ll get it,” Bucky offered before Curtis could move.

Dr. Cho leaned in a little once Bucky left the room. “Is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything at all?”

Her voice was quiet, casual, but there was something in her eyes that said she wasn’t just asking about this incident. Was she trying to help or was this a sick test to prove your loyalty? With Curtis nearby and being in Bucky’s penthouse, you wouldn’t risk it. “I just want to get some rest and recover from what happened,” you answered.

The doctor nodded after a minute. “If you do want to talk-”

“I got your favorite,” Bucky announced, deliberately inserting himself between you and Dr. Cho. “So, she’s okay by your standards?”

“Yes, overall,” she said after a moment. “But I want to make sure-”

“I’ll make sure she can keep food down and I’ll call if anything changes,” he smiled, nodding over to Curtis. “He’ll show you out.”

You furrowed your brows. Why was he dismissing her so swiftly after making such a fuss over having you looked over? “I appreciate you taking the time to come here. Thank you.”

The doctor gave you a smile as she packed up. “You’re very kind,” she said, daring to look at Bucky again. “I’ll be expecting a call if anything changes.”

Bucky’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “My girl is a lot stronger than she believes herself to be, but I take her health very seriously. If something changes, you’ll know.”

Tension spiked before the doctor gave you a nod and brushed past Curtis. The man quickly turned to follow her, leaving you and Bucky alone once again. “Do you have a problem with Dr. Cho?” you asked.

“No, I don’t. She’s one of the best doctors there is. I think she has patched us all up at some point,” he answered, bringing the snack to your lips and smiling once you took a bite. “But she’s similar to you in a sense that she has a good heart, so she isn’t always comfortable with some of what goes on.”

That could’ve been why you sensed that she wasn’t just asking you about this evening. Maybe she was looking for a way to help. “Do you trust her?”

“I trust that she’ll do what she’s told,” he replied.

You had trouble swallowing the next bite at those words. People were under his thumb whether they wanted to be or not. “From the little I know of her, she seems like a good doctor.”

“Always seeing the best in everyone,” he smiled. That wasn’t going to change. “Can I show you something now that you’re home that’s kind of important? I can carry you if you can't walk.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I think I can manage. What would you like to show me?” you asked. If he pulled his pants down…

He made sure he had the rest of the snack and water in one hand, helping you up with the other. “Do you remember how I said last night that I didn’t want you wandering into the den because I was having it redone?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You hadn’t gone off to explore anyway since you went to the living room and ended up riding his thigh.

“Well, it was pretty much done. Before I beat the shit out of the guy following us this morning, I had one last finishing touch done,” he explained, slowly walking you down the hall. “Are you feeling okay? It doesn’t bother you to walk?”

“I’m fine,” you said, almost forgetting that he had already beat someone up today. It seemed so long ago. “But I don’t understand why you’re showing me this if I should be-”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “Close your eyes, Kotyonok. Please.”

Taking a breath, you let your eyes close and gasped when his lips touched each eyelid. You let him take your hand and guide you forward. And wasn’t this how it had been since the beginning? Doing what Bucky wanted even when you fought it?

“Open your eyes,” he whispered.

It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the brightness in the room. Your heart swelled as you looked around, the warm glow making you smile. Books lined the walls, and the couch and chairs were tailored to your comfort and style. There was even a nook by the window and blankets.

“You…” You blinked away the sudden tears.

Bucky’s face fell. “I promise I’m not trying to overwhelm you. I only wanted your day to end on a good note for you.”

It was meant to be a good day, and a wonderful time with your friends. “You built me my own library?”

“I wanted you to have a sanctuary in our home. A space just for you,” he explained, running a hand along the back of the couch. “None of my men are allowed in here and I have to ask permission before I come in.”

Your mouth fell open. Was he serious? “So, if I want to be alone and I come here, you can’t come in if I say no?”

He nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you want.”

You could hardly believe it. Was this space truly your own? “It’s beautiful,” you said, taking another look around. For a second, you felt like you were living in part of Beauty and the Beast. “Thank you.”

Bucky beamed at you, almost as bright as the light in the room. “There’s one more thing,” he said, setting the water and snack down. He pressed a discreet button by one of the shelves, which opened to reveal a metal door.

“Is that…”

“It’s a panic room,” he said, pressing four numbers into the keypad before that door slid open. “When I had the penthouse constructed, it was one of the first things I had put in. Can never be too careful, right?”

You slowly looked around. “So, you redesigned the room connected to the panic room to give to me?” you asked.

“I told you your safety matters above all else,” he said, holding a hand out for you. You took it after slightly hesitating. The fact that he gave up what was likely one of the safest rooms in the entire penthouse in order for you to have a sanctuary made your head spin. “I had the combination changed to your birthday.”

You took a look inside, your mouth falling open again. You weren’t sure what to expect, but the space looked like another small den. It had a couch, a television, a fridge and microwave. It even had a bed.

“You really are prepared, aren’t you?” you asked.

“Prepared, yes, but I had nothing to lose before,” he said, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. He barely grazed your skin, almost testing to see if you’d flinch. “I have everything to lose now.”

“Am I really worth that much?” you asked. More than the power he wielded, more than his wealth?

He leaned in and your heart raced, but you didn’t feel trapped. Not this time. “You’re worth everything and more,” he whispered.

“Boss?” Curtis called out from the hall before Bucky could kiss you.

You dipped your head down, both of you letting out a breath. “I should finish my snack and get some rest,” you said. You needed it. “But, really, thank you. This is very special to me.”

It didn’t make up for what happened, but maybe it was a start of something new. You didn’t want to dwell on that tonight. You were too emotional, too tired, too vulnerable.

“I want you to be happy here,” he whispered, opting to kiss your forehead since your lips were out of reach. “I should see what Curtis wants.”

“Oh, I want to say something to him,” you said, pulling away from Bucky before he could stop you. “Curtis?” you asked, spotting him just outside of the den.

The man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say thank you for helping me tonight,” you said. He looked stunned. Did Bucky or the others not express gratitude toward him? “I don’t know if I can ever repay you for that.”

“Nothing to pay me back for.” He cleared his throat. “Just doing my job.”

You smiled softly. “Do you like brownies? It isn’t much, but I do make a decent batch of brownies and it would be a small token of gratitude.”

Curtis and Bucky both looked stunned. “You’re offering him brownies?” Bucky asked, glaring at the other man. “I haven’t had her brownies yet.”

“I like brownies,” Curtis said.

You smothered a giggle when the dangerous man pouted. “Oh, don’t pout. I didn’t say you wouldn’t get any. Curtis just gets the first try,” you said, poking Bucky’s arm. “And maybe I haven’t had a chance to make them because you’ve been so busy tailoring my schedule to your liking.”

“I like her, boss. She’s a keeper.”

Bucky breathed through his nose. “Why the fuck did you call for me?”

“Thor’s getting antsy.” He rolled his eyes. “Wants to know when you’re heading over.”

“I can’t leave you by yourself and I don’t want to drag you to the club,” Bucky said.

You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone and there was no way he would leave Curtis or Ray or another man there with you, at least not tonight. “What about Natasha? Can she come over? If not, maybe I can get a nap in the club office.”

“But-”

“You said for them to shut the club down, so it’s not like music or the lights will bother me. And this way I’ll be close by,” you said. And it wasn’t like they’d beat Clark up right in front of you.

“Maybe,” Bucky said, flexing his fingers when his phone went off. “If that’s Thor…”

You could hear his teeth grind as he read the screen. “What is it?”

“It’s Zemo,” he said, your stomach dropping. “And he wants to talk.”

How long before Bucky answers Zemo? And what do we think of the library? Is he leaving you at home or taking you to the club? ❤️

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[trexiejan]

Friendly reminder that DC and Dickbabs writers are gaslighting you into thinking Dickbabs are childhood sweethearts that are always in love with each other since day 1.

Dickbabs is the most superficial manufactured by retcons ship.

Babs was deaged for this crap to work.

Here is Original Barbara Gordon working as a congresswoman in the Senate when Dick was just the little kid Robin.

She was much closer to Bruce and Clark's age than Dick's.

Barbara refers to Dick as a "kid" and "little brother.

Dick had a small puppy crush on her but it was seen as a precocious crush. It was controversial when they first kiss (to make Dick shut up) because it involved a grown ass woman kissing a teenager.

Dickbabs was hated the same way modern Brucebabs is hated today.

Even the writer of that book admitted he never intended for them to become a couple.

Babs was more into older guys.

- she was viewed as an equal love interest to Batman

- she went out on a date with Superman

- then got engaged to her coworker Jason Bard.

Dickbabs shippers always try to deny that Babs was deaged and her history was altered for dickbabs in an effort to defend their ship.

They say it's not true because according to them Babs has been deaged long before dickbabs became a couple.

Here's the thing though:

Babs has been deaged twice.

Just because she wasn't deaged to be with Dick in her 1st deaging doesn't change the fact that she was deaged to be the same age as him in her 2nd deaging which happened in dickbabs content.

The 1st time she was deaged was in Crisis on Infinite Earths, it was so Jim could be younger but they only decreased her age slightly because she's still written as older than Dick, here is a panel from Secret Origins #20 that was published in 1986 exactly 1 year after she was first deaged in Crisis on infinite earths (1985) she said Dick is too young for her and that batman is always the one on her mind. So Dickbabs during this time still couldn't work because they still have that age gap and Babs was still into Bruce.

The 2nd time she was deaged is in dickbabs comics and tv shows where she was finally made the same age as Dick so dickbabs can finally work as a romantic pairing.

Instead of being older, she's now written as a part of Dick's generation.

From a congresswoman to a young girl who went to highschool prom with Dick.

Even Tom Taylor had the two first meet when they were young little kids so he can also portray them as childhood sweethearts in his run.

Tom Taylor claims Barbara still has a law degree but isn't it sad how instead of using that degree to find an actual job, she wasted her time following Dick around like a dog in Bludhaven ?

She has no job of her own, no friends of her own, no hobbies of her own outside of Dick.

She's just Dick's clingy lovesick girlfriend who is a total standby for him in his solo books.

Dickbabs shippers who deny this and get mad at people who point this out are the people who don't care about Barbara Gordon as an individual.

They don't care that Barbara lost her PHD degree, lost her own career, lost her own agency, lost her history, lost her self identity for the sake of shipping.

Their only concern is defending dickbabs and making it look better.

Because if they truly like Barbara separately from Dick, all these valid anti-dickbabs criticisms wouldn't bother them.

What's even funnier is that they are the very same people who accuse Starfire of being reduced into Dick's love interest despite the fact that Starfire hasn't been in a relationship with Dick in the comics for 20+ years due to the fact that dickkory's history was ignored and erased in favor of dickbabs. NASTY HYPOCRITES.

At least Starfire wasn't deaged to fit Dick and you can never see Starfire following Dick around like a dog in his solo books 💀

[jjmbbg]

Hi can I request Female x Clark Kent.They have been best friends for the longest and she gets the courage to ask him out.unfortunately she spends her time waiting for him alone he’s a no show.The next day she sees him a Lana and kinda loses it.clark is revealed to see her wanting to explain what happened.But the reader cuts him off.saying something like “I thought we were good friends enough to be honest with each other”he tries to say something like we are friends I really like- get cuts off by her saying “no Clark I don’t think we ever were I think I was just the placeholder till you got what you really wanted”she walks away and Clark is devastated.He comes up with a plan with the help of chole and Pete to show her he does genuinely like her.

Starry Second Chances

cw: clark kent x fem!reader, emotional turmoil, heartbreak, sense of betrayal and abandonment, emotional confrontation and some romantic tension *giggles*.

You had always been good at waiting.

Waiting for Clark Kent to notice the way your heart raced when he smiled at you. Waiting for him to realize that the late-night phone calls and study sessions weren't just friendly gestures. Waiting for the moment when he would finally see you—not as his best friend, but as something more.

So when you finally worked up the courage to ask him out, you thought the waiting was over. Finally.

"I'd love to" he had said, smiling that warm, boyish smile that made your stomach flip. "Tomorrow night. The Talon?"

And just like that, hope bloomed inside you—wild and unstoppable. Even made you dress up nicely, which was a rare sight.

But now? Now, you sat alone in a table next to the stairs, the warmth of the coffee cup in your hands doing little to soothe the cold ache in your chest. The Talon buzzed around you—laughing couples, the hiss of the espresso machine, the smell of Martha Kent's muffins—but Clark Kent was nowhere to be found.

You checked your phone. Nothing. No text. No call.

He wasn't coming.

The minutes stretched into an hour before you finally left, the weight of disappointment settling heavily on your shoulders. You told yourself not to cry, not to let it hurt—but it did. God, it did.

The next day at school, you promised yourself you wouldn't seek him out. If he wanted to explain, he would. If he cared, he would.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Because there he was—Clark Kent, standing by his locker with his typical flannel and backpack slung over his shoulder. And next to him, Lana Lang with that pretty smile that you envied so much.

She laughed softly at something he said, and he smiled back—easy, familiar, the kind of smile he used to save just for you.

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

It wasn't fair. You had waited—waited for so long—and still, you were nothing more than a shadow in the background while Lana effortlessly captured his attention.

Something inside you snapped.

You marched across the hallway, each step fueled by the sting of betrayal. He noticed you just as you reached his side, his expression shifting from relaxed to worried in an instant.

"Hey" he said, like he hadn't broken you the night before. "I was—"

"Don't" you cut him off, the words shar on your tongue. Bitter than you intended. "You didn't show, Clark"

"I know—I wanted to explain—"

"Explain what?" you let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. "That you didn't even have the decency to tell me you weren't coming? I thought we were good friends—good enough to be honest with each other, at least"

"We are" he insisted, stepping closer, staring at you with those puppy eyes. "I really like—"

"No, Clark" your voice trembled, but you didn’t stop. "I don't think we ever were. I think I was just the placeholder until you got what you really wanted"

The hallway seemed to quiet around you, but you didn't care. Let them watch. Let them see. You were done hiding how much this hurt.

You turned on your heel and walked away before he could say another word, leaving Clark Kent standing there—devastated.

Clark barely made it through the rest of the day. Your words echoed in his mind, cutting deeper than any Kryptonite ever could.

He had screwed up—badly.

"Dude" Pete said, slamming his locker shut. "What the hell happened between you two? She looks ready to set you on fire with her mind"

Clark sighed, leaning against the wall. "I was supposed to meet her last night. I didn't show up"

"Why?" Chloe asked, appearing beside them, holding out a book in one of her arms.

"There was a… situation" he couldn't exactly say he'd been stopping a runaway truck with his bare hands. "But that doesn't matter. I hurt her"

"Yeah, no kidding" Chloe quipped, folding her arms. "And showing up with Lana this morning? Not your best move, Kent"

"I wasn't with her like that" he defended quickly. "She just needed help with her biology project. I wasn't thinking about how it would look"

Pete rolled his eyes. "You never think, dude. And, you're lucky if she ever talks to you again"

"I can fix this" Clark said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I just… I need your help, please"

The plan came together faster than Clark expected. With Chloe's creativity and Pete's willingness to sneak around after hours, they set everything.

He just hoped it would be enough.

That night, when you climbed into bed, still raw from the day, a buzz from your phone startled you.

Meet me at the barn. Please. – Clark

Against your better judgment, you went.

When you arrived, the loft was bathed in soft, golden light—strings of fairy lights hung overhead, casting everything in a warm glow.

In the center of the room stood Clark, holding a small box in his hands. His heart pounded in his chest when he saw you.

"You're here" he breathed, like he hadn't been sure you'd come.

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "What's this, Clark?" you asked him, trying to sound really annoying, but failing miserably.

He swallowed hard. "I messed up. I know I did. And you're right—you deserved honesty"

You waited, your heart pounding loud enough to drown out the silence.

"I wasn't with Lana like you think" he said softly. "She needed help, and I didn't realize how it would look. But that's not an excuse. I should've been there. With you"

Your resolve wavered. "Why, Clark? Why even say yes if you didn’t mean it?"

"I did mean it" he said, stepping closer. "I've wanted to ask you out for months—but every time I tried, I froze. And when you asked me, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to be there last night more than anything"

He held out the box.

Curious, you opened it. Inside was a small, delicate silver charm—shaped like a star.

"I know I don't deserve a second chance" he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But if you give me one, I promise—I'll show up. Every time"

Tears pricked your eyes despite your best efforts to stay strong, nonchalant.

"You idiot" you whispered, shaking your head. "You didn't have to do all this"

"Yes, I did" he insisted. "Because I don't wanna be your placeholder. I just wanna be yours"

And just like that, the walls around your heart crumbled.

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck. He exhaled a shaky breath of relief, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

"I'm still mad at you" you mumbled against his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, I know" he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "But I'll make it up to you. Promise"

And for once, you believed him.

[livvymd]

Inside Trouble (Part 2)

The kiss should have ended there.

It should have been a moment of clarity—one where you pulled away, looked at each other, and agreed it was a bad idea.

But when you started to lean back, breathless, George’s hands tightened on your waist.

"Not yet," he murmured.

And then he pulled you back in.

This time, the kiss was hungrier, like he had spent too long pretending he didn’t want this. His fingers gripped your waist like he was scared you’d slip away again, and you had to brace yourself against his chest as he kissed you deeper.

You felt dizzy—not just from the way his lips moved against yours, but from the fact that this was George.

And now you weren’t just thinking about him as your best friend.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it—in him.

Until—

Footsteps.

Your heart stopped.

You jerked away, eyes wide, breathing hard.

George groaned under his breath, tilting his head back in frustration, but he let you go just as another contestant walked into the kitchen.

They blinked at you both. "Uh… am I interrupting something?"

You scrambled for words, but George recovered quickly. "Nope. Just talking."

"Yep," you agreed too fast, forcing a smile. "Just talking."

The contestant raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. They just grabbed a water bottle and left.

The second the door shut, you let out a breath, pressing a hand to your racing heart.

George, however, just grinned.

"That was close," he muttered.

You shot him a glare. "You pulled me back in!"

He didn’t even look sorry. "Yeah. And?"

You stared at him. "And?! George, we’re literally on a reality show where people get eliminated based on social connections—"

"You say that like I wouldn’t take a nomination just to kiss you again."

Your breath hitched.

Because the way he said it? Like it wasn’t even a question? Like he meant it?

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest. "This is bad. Really bad."

George stepped closer. "You sure about that?"

You swallowed. "Yes."

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and suddenly, you weren’t so sure anymore.

But before you could figure it out, another contestant walked in.

This time, you didn’t wait for questions. You turned on your heel and left—before you did something stupid again.

Like let George Clarke kiss you a third time.

Day 16 – The Avoidance Game

You avoided him.

It wasn’t easy—George was everywhere. At breakfast, during group challenges, even when you were just sitting in the lounge. Every time you looked up, he was watching you with this annoying smirk, like he knew exactly why you were keeping your distance.

And okay, yeah. Maybe he did know.

But you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

At least, that’s what you thought—until he cornered you in the hallway.

"Are we seriously pretending that didn’t happen?" he muttered.

You stepped back, but your back hit the wall. Trapped.

"George—"

"Y/N." He stepped closer. "Talk to me."

You crossed your arms, trying to look unbothered. "It was just a moment."

He scoffed. "Oh yeah? Just a moment?"

You refused to look at him. "Yes."

George tilted his head, like he was deciding whether to believe you. "Then why haven’t you been able to look at me all day?"

Your breath caught. "I have—"

"Nope." His voice was low, teasing. "You’ve been avoiding me. And not very well, by the way."

You clenched your jaw. "Because I’m trying to be smart about this. The others are already suspicious."

George just shrugged. "Let them be."

You stared at him. "George, someone’s gonna notice."

He grinned. "Let them."

Your pulse spiked. "You don’t care if people find out?"

He exhaled sharply. "I care about you."

Your heart stuttered.

George took another step, so close now. His fingers brushed against your hip, and you felt your whole body heat up.

"You really want to pretend like that kiss meant nothing?" he asked softly.

You didn’t answer.

Because the truth?

You weren’t sure you could anymore.

George smirked. "Then stop me."

And then he kissed you again.

Slower this time. Less desperate, more intentional. Like he was proving a point.

And the worst part?

You let him.

Because George Clarke?

He had already won.

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DPxDC Idea 2

This one I've actually attempted to write at one point but only got a lil over a chapter done before I moved on and while I do want to write it, I'm also being realistic when I say I probably won't so for a compromise I'll post it here:

Basicly after DP canon has run its course (sans phantom planet obviously) Danny is just chilling with Sam and Tucker when suddenly there's a snag in the conversation that Danny just can't handle. They've all been working together and been there for each other through all the crazy that's happened after the 'portal incident', but at the same time, Sam and Tucker, and even Jazz, can't quite be there for Danny for everything. More specifically, when it comes to the fact that Danny actually died and the effects that has on him.

In my attempt at a fic it came up with Danny complaining to Sam and Tucker about Jazz being overprotective, even if she has been getting better at not being so bad about it all the time, and Sam ends up actually agreeing with Jazz. The friction comes from Sam and Tucker saying how they wish Danny didn't have to be a hero which hurts Danny because he needs to help, he needs to protect the town, and yet his friends are saying that they wish he didn't. It's a bit of a miscommunication sure, but it's also that Sam and Tucker just can't get it and Danny does eventually realize this but not before he storms off and flies all across town.

And on that flight, is where he says those dreaded words:

"I wish that I could just- just talk to someone who understands for once!"

And *boop*! In a sparkle of green dust pops out a real confused Red Hood stranded on a rooftop that has now been thouraly left in Danny's dust as the teen said the words while flying at least 100 miles an hour and therefore did not see the sudden appearance of a person who was not there five seconds ago.

Yep, Desiree is here but literally only for plot stuff as she's the jumping-off point for this fic. She's like the 'big bad' if you want to call her that, but only because they need to fight and defeat her to undo the spell but other than that this would be a pretty chill fic with some nice Jason and Danny (and even Tim and Danny) bonding and shenanigans.

The premise is that, after this wish and first instance of Danny accidentally summoning someone, it keeps happening. After Jason finally meets up with Danny (Red Hood finds himself in a new area so after like a day or two of research and no contact with the bats [ghostly/GIW caused radio black out or something] he does the smart thing and seeks out the towns resident hero) he gets flashes of why he's here and now he knows he's here cause both he and the kid share the experience of death so yeah he's helping this kid now. After that he and Danny (and Tucker and Sam cause they all made up now) find out that anytime Danny states a fact about his life that's weird or slightly traumatizing, he ends up summoning someone who shares that experience with him. Some examples/possibilities I came up with are:

"Who else fights eldrich horrors and what are essentially God's on the regular?" Cue John Constantine popping up, taking one look at Danny, and giving an emphatic fuck this and teleporting out.

"Well- uh- I bet no one else has had their DNA stolen by a freaky billionaire who's weirdly obsessed with them and then cloned them!" Cue Clark showing up frazzled until he sees Jason and just sighs in acceptance of the Weird Bat Shit.

"No! I refuse! There's no way in hell that someone's had to go and fight their future evil self because they came back in time to stop me from making it so their timeline never comes to pass!" Oh and now Tim is here, now him and Jason can start planin on how to fix this mess (and Tim and Danny can start to be friends too. All the bat bonding).

Those are just the first few back to back ones that Danny spews out in his denial that this is even happening after that initial meet up and explination with Jason. Clark ends up dipping with a promise to tell Bruce that Jason and Tim are alright an are just on a mission now I guess, they're not stuck since both Clark and Constantine could leave but it's not like they were just gonna let this shit slide, so yeah they're staying to help out.

Cue plot/shenanigans/accidentally trauma dumping since the spell makes Danny more suseptible to spewing his guts that way the spell can work more by summoning more people. The summons are based off proximity in a sense because they pull in the person closest that can relate to whatever Danny said.

This leads to Jason and Tim end up getting re-summoned again with a few other points like:

"Getting kidnaped by some old creep on the regular is not a fun time." Tim gets teleported back to Danny and they just... stare at each other because didn't this already happen? Aka this is when they figure out the summoning can apparently stack.

"Yeah like I was supposed to know that getting kidnapped by a ‘father figure’ for ‘my own good’ and wanting to strangle said father figure on multiple occasions was a universal experience." Jason who was sitting in a chair ten feet away is now only two feet away and no longer sitting in a chair and falls to the ground with a waterfall of swears.

"None of you get what it's like to have an older sibling as overbearing as jazz!"Jason teleports again and absolutely flips his shit and goes to fucking gag the twirp because this is the third god damned time Danny!

After Jason's 3rd teleportation, they pause the search for what's happening in favor of trying to figure out why he seems incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Literally. Even Danny says that he doesn't know why he's saying all this. They head down to the lab, which leads to this:

"Oh yeah we can go down here all the time, comes with the territory of borderline neglectful parents." Tim who wasn't on the stairs is suddenly now on the stairs (Jazz was leading the way and therefore farther away) and tips head over tea kettle which makes Jason laugh his ass off all while going how does it feel now?!

There's a potential for so many more summonings and accidentally trauma dumping shenanigans/emotional comfort opportunities but these were just all the ones I could come up with.

The day is eventually saved when they trick Desiree back but Jason and Tim end up staying in touch with Danny and end off with everyone being friends cause I'm a sucker for good endings and fluff. Again I might get to making this an actual fic but I'm already working on a big one (and slacking on it a bit my bad) so who knows? But I at least wanted to get the idea out there somewhere in case someone else wanted to play with the idea.

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♯┆ george clarke fluff, fake dating, friends to lovers

you have known george for a while and have always been close, when he invites you to his sisters wedding as a ‘fake date’ you both realise maybe the date was fake but the love might not be

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You had been working with the Useless Hotline for two years now and due to that you and George have been close friends for a few years, but that’s all it has ever been. You wished it was more, far more than you’d ever wanted to admit to him. He’d had hookups and so had you, but with George you’d never wanted to be one of the many girls he had fucked, you wanted to love him, hold his hand through the city and kiss under fairy lights. You just wanted George, the boy you had fallen for, the boy who would stay around after the podcast just to lean on the desk of the set and talk to you about his day and what had been happening in his life, not the one on camera, but of his family and his interests.

After tip toeing around it for a few weeks when the cameras were turned off for the day, he asked you if you wanted to come to his sisters wedding, as his date, a fake girlfriend to be more specific. He just didn’t want to disappointed his family with how he hadn’t found a date yet and he knew his sister liked you and with Max and his boyfriend being invited he didn’t want to turn up alone again. He thought you were the perfect one to come along and he didn’t mind lingering his hand on your waist or whispering silly jokes in your ear hoping that the secret affair would seem genuine when you’d push him away playfully.

When the day arrived, you were absolutely terrified. You were so scared of what his extended family would think of you. You knew it fake and that you didn’t have to be worried, but seeing George in his suit waiting outside your house ready for the ‘big show’ was overwhelming. He looked so attractive and put together, checking his phone relentlessly waiting for you to say you were ready. His hair was falling down his face as he gently adjusted his suit.

When you arrived, you felt George’s hand sneak around your waist, leaning closer to whisper into your ear “You look really beautiful by the way,” you felt slightly breathless at the compliment, but part of you knew the touch was just of the act and it hurt a little bit, you wished it was genuine but the lingering feeling of his hand was enough to calm you, you had always wished for this intimacy and you thought you should just embrace the love you would feel tonight.

The reception began, and after a beautiful ceremony filled with heartfelt vows, the guests settle into their seats for dinner. The warm glow of candlelight created an intimate setting as George stood up to deliver his toast. He clutched a champagne flute, and cleared his throat. He looked down at you for a brief moment, lightly smiling as his eyes sparkled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Hey everyone! For those of you who don’t know me, I’m George, the Emily’s brother,” he started, his voice slightly shaky but growing steadier with each word. “I just wanted to say how happy I am for my sister and her new husband. They are truly meant for each other. Who would have thought Geo’s older sister would meet someone who is almost as funny as me’

He earned a soft laugh from the crowd and as he continues, the more he drinks, the more sentimental he becomes. Slowly he concludes his speech, sitting down. He looks over at you, a soft smile spreading across his face. He leans over again to whisper in your ear, “And I’m really grateful for having someone as amazing as my lovely not girlfriend girlfriend by my side.” The guests start murmuring, glancing between the two of you. You knew it was because this was the first girl they had seen George with and part of you felt like this act was going a bit too far but you just pushed it down, remembering that George still chose you.

He eventually leans back, your heart races as George’s gaze still lingers on you, filled with warmth and a drunken haze being noticeable as he looks at you through his eyelashes. It feels surreal—his words almost sound like a confession. You can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of affection.

After the toast, the music begins to play, and the reception begins to feel more comfortable and familiar as you begin drinking more and more. The dance floor fills with guests swaying and twirling under the string lights. George, buoyed by the energy and perhaps a few more sips of champagne, grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor.

As you both dance, laughter begins pouring from your lips, and George spins you around playfully. The warmth of his body against yours feels so right. He leant in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here with me.” The way he looks at you, eyes bright scrunching at the corners with genuine joy, sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

As the night continues, you are pulled away from George by family, you recognise them from photos but the only one you truly knew was George’s beautiful sister. George turns to you, leaning in to gently kiss you on the cheek. The lingering feeling went straight to your face making them warm and brighten, “Good luck beautiful”.

You see George slowly drift away outside, stumbling as he goes, turning back one last time to look back at you, giving you a small wink as he fades away through the crowd.

The garden was glowing from soft string lights that cast a golden hue across the scenery. The night was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the smell of fresh flowers. George’s sister’s wedding has turned out to be more magical than anyone anticipated, and George can’t help but feel proud—and a little overwhelmed as his head starts spinning as he realises how much the champagne and occasional double shot vodka sodas had caught up to him.

The buzz of alcohol adding to the dizzying mixture of emotions he’s been trying to keep at bay all night. Every time he sees you, mingling with his family or laughing with friends, he feels his heart warming in his chest. He brought you here as his pretend date, yet the way you fit so seamlessly into his world tonight has him questioning everything.

Feeling unsteady, he eventually makes it out into the garden, hoping the cool night air will help clear his head. But as he rounds the corner, he nearly walks straight into Max and his boyfriend, Andrew, who are sharing a quiet moment away from the crowd. Max raises an eyebrow as George teeters slightly, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“George,” Max chuckles, steadying him by the shoulder, “How much have you had to drink?”

George laughs, though it’s slightly unsteady, and shrugs. “Maybe a bit more than I thought,” he admits, slurring just slightly. Andrew chuckles as he and Max guide George over to a bench beneath a tree, urging him to sit before he loses his balance entirely.

“You are absolutely gone” Max asks, his tone playful but his eyes gentle. George nods, feeling grateful for the support. The coolness of the bench against his hands is grounding, but not enough to stop his gaze from drifting back to the reception.

From where they’re sitting, he can just make out the dance floor. There, under the twinkling lights, you’re dancing with his sister, laughing as she spins you around. The sight makes his chest ache in a way that’s both comforting and terrifying, like the beginning of something he’s not sure he’s ready to admit.

Max’s voice interrupts his thoughts. “You’ve looked back over there at least three times in the last minute. What’s going on?” he asks, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

George swallows, feeling his heart pounding. He shifts on the bench, letting out a nervous laugh, but his eyes are still fixed on you as you dance. “I… I don’t know, mate,” he begins, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… her.”

Max’s smirk softens, replaced by a more serious expression as he watches his friend. “Come on, George. Tell me what’s actually going on.”

George hesitates, torn between wanting to admit the truth and feeling ridiculous for how vulnerable he’s become. But with Max and Andrew there, it somehow feels safe to confess, like a secret he’s been keeping to himself for too long. He lets out a shaky sigh, his gaze still trained on you, swaying to the music with that easy, genuine smile he’s come to love.

“I think… I think,” he stops himself for a moment “No it’s so dumb I’m literally 24, it’s so embarrassing.. fuck it whatever, I think I actually love her,” he says quietly, the words slipping out almost as if they’d been waiting to be spoken aloud. Saying it feels strange but also freeing, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Max’s face breaks into a wide smile, while Andrew gives him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “You are such a big fat fucking idiot,” Max says, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “You literally spend hours every week waiting around for her at the studio like a lost dog, you literally message her like every night and only now are you thinking you like her”

George groans, laughing as he buries his face in his hands. “Yeah, something like that,” he mumbles, feeling both foolish and exhilarated. “I just thought if I brought her here, it’d be easier to keep things casual. But now�� seeing her here, with everyone, and knowing how she just… fits…” He trails off, lost in the thought.

Max chuckles, shaking his head. “You know, George, you might just be the most oblivious man I’ve ever met. But if you ask me, now’s the time to go for it.” He nudges George, his grin full of encouragement. “You’ve been staring at her like that all night like a freak, just talk to her or I’ll tell everyone you paid her to come.”

After a quick hug from George’s sister and a few warm words, you glance back and spot George outside, sat under a tree decorated with fairy lights. He’s with Max and Andrew, who are laughing and chatting with him, but something about his posture—softened, maybe a bit nervous—makes you pause. You catch his eye and give him a wave, and he offers a perfectly white smile in return, watching you as you make your way over.

As you approach, Max and Andrew turn to greet you, both of them smiling knowingly. “We’ll let you two talk,” Max says with a wink, nudging George’s arm in a way that makes you feel a pit in your stomach. “Come on, Andrew. I think we need another drink.” Andrew smiles at you and gives you a quick wave before letting Max pull him back inside, leaving you alone with George.

There’s a moment of quiet as you sit down resting your head on George’s soldier under the fairy lights, surrounded by the soft sounds of the celebration drifting in from the reception. You remove your head and George looks at you, swallowing harshly as he scans your face, briefly focusing on your lips to then stare affectionately into your eyes. He opens his mouth as if to speak. But before he can say anything, you feel your heart racing, and you find yourself blurting out, “George, wait—I need to say something.”

He pauses, a bit startled, but nods for you to go on, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I know this was supposed to be pretend,” you begin, your voice trembling slightly, looking away from his gaze, “but like.. I don’t know, it’s dumb I’m sorry, it stopped feeling like that for me. I’ve been trying to keep things casual, but…” You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. “I think I actually love you. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, and you don’t have to say anything, but I couldn’t leave tonight without telling you.”

For a split second, there’s silence. But then, without a word, George steps forward, his sparkling blue eyes locked on yours, and he cups your face in his hands. His touch is warm and soft, and before you can say anything else, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle and full of a feeling that’s been building for so long. Underneath the twinkling fairy lights, surrounded by the quiet of the night, you lose yourself in the moment, feeling the weight of every unspoken word drift away. His hands trail down to your waist, pulling you closer, you wrap your arms around him as though you’ve been waiting forever for this.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice soft. “Fuck,” he whispers with a grin. “I was going to tell you the same thing.”

A smile breaks across your face, your heart soaring as you laugh, unable to believe this is real. “Really?” you ask, still breathless from the kiss.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice warm and sure. “I think I fell in love with you long before tonight. I just needed this to realise how much I truly like you.”

He leans in again, and under the cold bite of the night’s sky, you kiss once more, knowing this is only the beginning of something you’ve both been waiting for, far longer than either of you realized.

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author note: i’m so so proud of this one i hope you like it !!

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Useless Hotline Crush- George Clarke

George Clarkeey adjusted his headset, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling under his usual confident exterior. Across from him, Max Balegde lounged in his chair, grinning mischievously as he scrolled through the show notes for this week’s episode of The Useless Hotline.

Their guest? None other than Y/N, a rising star in the YouTube and TikTok world, whose hilarious skits and uncanny impressions had skyrocketed her to internet fame. George had mentioned her more than a few times on the podcast, enough for the listeners to pick up on his admiration and maybe a little more. The speculations of a crush had been building for weeks, and now, she was about to be sitting across from him. George was feeling the full weight of their playful teasing, he knew that Max was not going to let him off easy either and it started just how George had expected.

“Alright, George,” Max said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Are you ready to meet your favorite internet sensation?”

“Oh, shut up,” George muttered, but his cheeks turned pink.

Max laughed and leaned into the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to the incredibly talented, ridiculously funny, and dare I say, George-approved Y/N!”

The studio door opened, and Y/N walked in with a big smile, waving at the cameras and settling into the guest seat. “Thanks for having me! Big fan of the show.”

“Big fan of you,” George blurted out before his brain could catch up. Max stifled a laugh as George’s face turned beet red. “I mean, uh, your videos. Big fan of your videos. Let’s get you a drink, I know I could do with one.

Y/N’s laugh was warm and genuine, easing some of George’s nerves. “Well, I’m flattered. And honestly, George, you’re pretty funny yourself. Your impression of that influencer with the fake apology? Iconic.”

“Oh, thank you,” George said, his voice slightly higher than usual. “Coming from the queen of impressions, that means a lot.”

Max raised an eyebrow at the exchange, his grin widening. “Alright, enough flirting. Let’s get into it. Y/N, how did you get started making content?”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her enthusiasm shining through. “Honestly, it started as a bit of a joke. I was in uni, absolutely broke, and my friends and I would mess around making little videos. One day, I did an impression of our lecturer that was so spot-on, they dared me to post it. I did, and somehow it blew up. From there it just kind of snowballed really.”

“Snowballed is an understatement,” Max said. “You’ve got millions of followers now. What do you think sets your content apart?”

“I think it’s a mix of things,” Y/N replied thoughtfully. “I try to keep my humour relatable, you know? Like, we’ve all been in awkward situations or dealt with people who are… let’s say, a bit much. And I love poking fun at those universal experiences. Plus, I’m a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to my skits. I’ll redo them a hundred times if I have to, no one needs to see the hours of footage on the cutting room floor,” she laughed.

“That’s dedication,” George said, his admiration clear. “Do you ever feel pressure to keep topping yourself?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N admitted. “It’s easy to get caught up in the numbers and the pressure to go viral. But I try to remind myself why I started was to make people laugh. As long as I’m doing that, I’m happy.”

“Speaking of laughs,” Max interjected, “we’ve got to talk about your impressions. They’re uncanny. Do you have a favourite one?”

Y/N grinned. “Oh, that’s a tough one. I think my favourite changes depending on my mood. But people seem to love my impression of the overly peppy yoga instructor.”

“Can we get a little sample?” George asked, leaning forward eagerly, he knew exactly what she was talking about but it was for the sake of the audience who hadn’t seen anything, plus there was a part of him that was really excited to see her stuff in person.

“Alright, but don’t judge me,” Y/N said, slipping effortlessly into character. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and adopted an overly serene tone. “Okay, everyone, let’s just breathe out the negative vibes despite your life falling apart and breathe in the overpriced smoothie and retreat I’m about to sell you which you will definitely need after this.”

George and Max burst into laughter, George clapping his hands together. “That’s brilliant. Honestly, you’ve got the tone and everything down perfectly.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, laughing along with them. “It’s one of my go-to’s because it’s just so fun to exaggerate. Anyway how do you know how perfect it is? I didn’t have you down as a yoga expert.” George’s face then went red.

“Alright, George,” Max said, turning to him with a wicked grin. “Your turn. Do an impression.”

George groaned, though the smile on his face suggested he didn’t mind. “Fine. I’ll do my influencer apology.” He cleared his throat and put on an exaggeratedly solemn expression. “Hi, guys. I’ve made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment. I’m here to take accountability, even though I don’t really mean it. Please don’t cancel me, because I’ve got a brand deal coming up.”

Y/N was practically doubled over with laughter. “That is terrifyingly accurate. The pause before ‘accountability’ was perfect.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” George said with a wink. “What about you, Y/N? Have you ever had to make an apology video?”

“Thankfully, no,” she said, shaking her head. “But now that you’ve done that impression, I’m kind of tempted to make a parody one. Just in case I ever need it, you know?”

“We’ll co-write it,” George offered. “Guaranteed viral hit.”

Max leaned back, watching the exchange with a knowing smirk. “You two are dangerous together. I can see it now: Y/N and George take over TikTok. The internet won’t know what hit it.”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, I’m down. As long as George can keep up with my filming schedule.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” George said, his confidence returning. “Let’s make it happen.”

The rest of the interview flew by, covering everything from Y/N’s dream collaborations to her favourite TikTok trends. By the time they wrapped up, the chemistry between her and George was undeniable, leaving Max plenty of material for teasing in future episodes.

As Y/N said her goodbyes and left the studio, Max turned to George with a sly look. “Mate, you’re not even subtle.”

“Shut up,” George mumbled, but the grin on his face was undeniable.

The comments had noticed too;

Did anyone else notice how George kept stuttering a little at the beginning like he was nervous?

George finally got his dream guest!!

So we’re all in agreement that George is smitten, right? Can we make this a thing? Because I need them to collab again ASAP!

Max teasing George is literally the only reason I’m still alive. But honestly, George’s soft spot for Y/N is kind of sweet.

Two weeks later, the studio buzzed with the usual pre-show chaos. Today’s episode was one the listeners had been eagerly anticipating: a lie detector test. George and Max had hyped it up for days, promising spicy questions and no holds barred.

As the machine was set up and the cameras rolled, Max rubbed his hands together. “Alright, George, are you ready to expose your deepest, darkest secrets?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” George said, settling into the chair and strapping on the sensors.

The first few questions were tame. Max asked if George had ever stolen anything (“Yes,” and he passed), if he’d ever lied to a guest (“No,” and he passed), and if he thought Max was the funnier host (“No,” and he failed, prompting uproarious laughter).

Then came the question that made George’s stomach flip.

“Have you ever kissed a guest on this podcast?” Max asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

George’s answer was immediate. “No.” The machine’s green light confirmed the truth, and George exhaled in relief.

Max wasn’t done. “Do you want to kiss any guest?”

George froze, his mind racing. He forced a laugh, trying to play it cool. “No.”

The machine’s red light flashed.

Max’s eyes widened, and he leaned back in his chair, howling with laughter. “Oh my God, George! Who is it? Who do you want to kiss?”

George shook his head, his face burning. “I’m not saying anything. Next question.”

“You’re no fun,” Max teased, but the damage was done. The comments section exploded when the episode went live.

"It’s obviously Y/N. The way he acted when she was on the podcast? Dead giveaway."

"George, we’re onto you, mate. Just admit it already!"

"Max, bring Y/N back and grill George in real time. We need answers!"

George tried to ignore the speculation, but it was impossible to miss. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N’s smile, her laugh, the way she’d lit up the studio. Maybe…just maybe, the comments weren’t entirely wrong.

There had been a couple of messages swapped here and there since the podcast appearance but nothing else, the way Max, Chris and Arthur were going on about it you would have thought they were getting married, but a few messages was more than George was ever expecting.

What he wasn’t expecting however was a message from her when the episode went live.

“Who’s this guy you want to kiss? It’s Isaac isn’t it?” The message teased.

“Why, jealous?” George’s heart thumped in his chest as he sent the response, he was getting really bold now, hopefully it wouldn’t scare her off. He stared at his phone for a while and his heart started beating fast as instead of a message his phone started to ring, why was she calling him? He glanced at the screen and froze for a moment before answering. “Y/N! Hey.”

“Hey, George,” Y/N said, her voice light. “My notifications have been blowing up with people tagging me in the comments of that video and the other one still asking for that collab. I know we mentioned it briefly but I was wondering if you were up for it and maybe we could plan something?

George perked up. “I think it’s a great idea. Your skits and impressions are amazing—I’d love to work on something with you.”

“Awesome. Maybe we could brainstorm some ideas together?”

“Yeah, for sure,” George said. “How about lunch sometime this week?”

There was a brief pause before Y/N replied, her tone teasing. “Lunch sounds nice, but how about dinner instead? You know, make it more of a proper meeting.”

George’s heart skipped a beat. “Dinner works too,” he said, trying to sound casual. “When are you free?”

“Friday night?” Y/N suggested.

“Perfect,” George said, his excitement barely contained. “I’ll text you the details.”

As they ended the call, George couldn’t stop grinning. Max would never let him hear the end of this, let alone Chris or either of the Arthur’s but for once, he didn’t mind.

[holylulusworld]

Together alone

Summary: You try to believe in your blooming relationship with Clark.

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, loner reader, introvert reader, love-struck Clark, low self-esteem, fluff, Lois bashing, Lois is the worst,

Catch up here: Not alone any longer &  Alone again - Naturally

The world looks much brighter today. Clark invited you for another date—a real date this time. He officially asked you out. Not as a friend, but as a man who’s interested in you.

Even the boring story you’re writing about seems to be more interesting as your fingers fly over the keyboard.

“All done before the deadline,” you say to yourself. “That’s great. This way, I’ll have enough time to choose an outfit for my date with Clark.”

You gasp. A date! It’s a date. Clark Kent. Investigative Reporter. Superman. A hero asked you out.

Doubts creep into your mind. What if he only tries to be nice? What if he only wants to ensure you’re not spilling his secret? What if... what if...

You start panting heavily. Hands clasped together, you rock back and forth in your chair.

“Stop,” you tell yourself. “Stop!” You say it a little louder. “Clark is not like the others. He’s nice and sweet. Clark likes you. He wouldn’t have asked you out if he didn’t like you.”

You nod to yourself and push the nagging voice in the back of your head away. She holds no power over you. Not since Clark held you in his arms for the first time.

He’s so nice and sweet. You still can’t believe he’s interested in you, but you believe Clark when he tells you that he likes you just the way you are.

“I need to find something cute but sexy to wear. Let’s take a look at the wardrobe.”

You feel nice. No, you feel pretty in the floral blue off-shoulder mini dress you found hidden in the back of your wardrobe. It was hidden there for two years, bought for a date that never happened.

The man asking you out never showed. Weeks later, you saw him with some other girl he met on his way to his date with you. One look at her, and he was done for.

He didn’t even have the decency to call to cancel the date.

Shaking your head, you take a deep breath. Clark will show, and you’ll have a nice day. He is not like the other people leaving you hanging. Even though he’s not human, Clark is the best person you ever met.

You smile when a knock saves you from listening to the nagging voice again. Clark. He’s here to stay, not to play with your fragile heart.

Hastily opening the door, you stare into the wrong eyes. Lois sneers as she looks you up and down.

“I told you to stay away from my boyfriend,” she snarls and pushes against your shoulders, making you stumble and slip on the floor. You end up on the ground, whimpering in pain. “Clark is off-limit! Stay away from him, you frigid bitch!”

“Why are you here?” You sniffle as you try to scramble to your feet. “Clark is not your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be with you! You broke up with him. We did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t care if I broke up with Clark,” she snaps at you. “You can’t come around and claim him to be yours. If I ever see you together again, you’ll regret your birth.”

She stands over you, panting heavily as you stare up at her. This is not the woman you called your friend not so long ago. Maybe she was never the woman you believed she was.

Lois is showing her true colors since Clark asked you out for the first time. And she doesn’t even know about his secret.

“Because I had to come here, my car got destroyed,” she accuses. “Superman had to use his powers and accidentally destroyed it. This is all your fault. As always, you’re nothing but a burden.”

You whimper. This is your worst fear coming true. Being a burden to anyone is the last thing you want. “ I—” Your voice cracks. She’s not wrong. You’ve been a burden to Clark from the beginning. He had to save you, and now he feels responsible for you.

“It wasn’t Y/N’s fault your car got destroyed,” Clark says after he landed on your balcony, as so often lately.

Usually, he’d come to you after dark, so no one would watch Superman come to you. You whimper when Superman steps inside your living room. He frowns, seeing you on the ground. Clark can hear your heart race and hear the tiny whimpers leave your lips.

His hands ball into fists, and he’s close to ripping Lois apart. Clark won’t, of course not. He’s not like that. If he uses his powers against a human, Clark will hate himself for the rest of his life.

“Last time was a warning, Lois Lane,” Clark steps closer. He easily picks you up to place you on your couch. Before he turns toward Lois, he checks on you, carefully running his hand over your hair. “This time, it won’t be a warning.”

Faster than you can blink, he grabs Lois by her upper arms, jumps out of the window with her, and flies up in the sky with her. She screams in terror, clawing at him.

“You’re a hero! Why are you doing this?”

“Because—” he snarls at her, “Y/N Y/N/ and Clark Kent are under my protection. You’re a threat, and I won’t allow you to hurt one of them ever again. So, consider this a final warning.” Clark’s eyes flash red for a second. “If you ever get close to Y/N or Clark again, I’ll forget for only a second that I’m a hero.”

He lands on the closest roof, putting Lois back on shaky legs.

“I—I,” she stammers. For the first time in her life, Lois Lane is speechless and scared to the bones. “I won’t.”

“Good,” Clark pushes off the roof, ignoring Lois, who falls to her knees and hugs herself.

“Y/N,” Clark softly speaks to you. “I’m sorry for scaring you. The moment I heard Lois say all those hurtful things, I lost control. Please forgive me.”

He kneels in front of the couch, carefully touching your knee.

“Clark, I,” you sniffle and hold out your hands for him. “I’m not mad at you. She was so vile, and I didn’t find my voice. I’m mad at myself for being pathetic. You had to save and defend me once again because I couldn’t do it myself.”

“Blossom,” he scrambles to his feet to wrap you in a hug. “I’d do anything for you, Blossom. If I must, I’ll burn the world for you.”

“Please don’t burn the world for me,” you hide in his chest and sigh. “Even though, it was funny hearing her scream bloody murder.”

Clark holds you a little tighter. He sighs and closes his eyes. Today, he lost control because of his feelings for you. He was scared to do something he’d regret.

“I promise this will never happen again. Please don’t think bad of me for scaring Lois.” He nuzzled you.

You crawl onto his lap and wrap your arms around him. “I’d never think bad of you, Clark. We all lose control sometimes. You didn’t go too far; that’s what counts.”

“I ruined our date.”

“Lois ruined it.” You softly say. “I like the end of it, though. We could order food and watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa.”

Clark nodded against you. For a moment, he just held you in his arms. You both were lonely. Now you are still two lost people in a world you don’t belong to, but at least you are together.

Christmas Together

Tags in reblog.

[greenfiend]

Mike and Will’s love will save Hawkins

Everything, and I mean everything has been leading up to this point.

Let me explain how the power of gay love will save the day…

#doorgate or #gategate

🚪🍑❤️ + 🔑🍆⚡️

TW: mentions of sex and brief mention of CSA

If you’d like to read this with a soundtrack:

So it’s been a while since I made posts about Lover’s Lake… and to be honest I thought aspects of my theory were kind of silly (but of course who cares this is just for fun). But now I’m back and more confident than ever that Lover’s Lake will be an incredibly important location for ST5, especially for Mike and Will.

To begin, let’s start with the physics set up within the show. Why physics you say? We are talking about the love of two gay nerds afterall (one of them named after a famous theoretical physicist)… of course physics is involved!

Way back in season 1, Mr. Clarke helpfully taught us how to create a doorway between two worlds. This doorway would require a massive amount of energy… “more than humans are currently capable of creating”. I appreciate the subtle hint of a possibility that one day humans could create that level of energy.

In season 2 we have Steve helpfully explain to us this alternate electricity exists. He also related it to a storm and then distinguished it from a regular electromagnetic field.

Now, interestingly enough within the book titled The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time (the conspiracy which inspired Stranger Things so much that it was originally titled Montauk), there is a mention of this type of energy as well:

“Reich was known in part for his discovery of “orgone” energy, which is orgasmic or life energy. His experiments revealed orgone energy to be distinctly different from ordinary electromagnetic energy.”

So to sum it up so far, we have learned:

1. In order to create a doorway, a massive amount of energy is required.

2. There’s an alternate form of energy known as “orgone” energy “like a sexual electricity”.

Okay. Now unto season 3…

So, season 3 had the Russians attempt to “open the gate”/door once again after it was closed back in season 2.

Back in 1984, the Russians manage to get the door slightly open but it keeps closing. The Russian working on the project begs for “more time”, shortly after (like right after the opening credits) we hear the line “just a little more time could open closing doors” from the song playing while shown a picture of Mike. Later on, we have Will claim he’s “not going to fall in love” and then the song plays “love that is new to you, you open up the door”.

We also get this association for Mike. Mike is the one who could open closing doors, in other words he is "the key".

Okay wait lets go back to the science here!

The Russians have "the key" which is said to "emit a great energy" so much so that it can "open a doorway between worlds". Alexei also mentions how the location of where the key goes matters, it is "half of the equation". They chose Hawkins because, the gate has already opened there. (I talk more about the implications of that here). In case you haven't figured it out yet, Mike is "the key", and Hawkins = Will (remember, Hawkins is not the same without him).

Mr. Clarke is back again with some more science! In this scene, he actually associates an Electromagnetic Field with two people! Implying that two people can create their own Electromagnetic Field. But of course Clarke-Byers' field is stable because there is no sexual electricity between them.

So…

We have Mike referred to as "the key". The key can create a doorway with the right location. Hawkins is the right location and Will is implied to be “Hawkins”.

Two people can create their own Electromagnetic Field.

Okay wow, are you guys still with me here?

These friends are indeed electric…

The very first one was way back in season 2. Mike placed his hand on top of Will’s and right after we cut to Will’s drawing. Look closely… there’s lightning! ⚡️ It’s “sexual electricity”!

In season 3, the electricity only grew between but simultaneously so did the subtlety of it all. They held hands in the movie theatre. Yes yes they did! That’s why we are shown a movie playing with hands popping out! This is what “triggered” Will (manifesting as a reminder of the shadow monster…). But most importantly… this is how the power went back on in Hawkins.

In season 4, it’s arguably even more subtle… but the clues are still present! Mike and Will lock eyes while the electricity flickers. Then we have the final scene which shows us a cloud resembling a heart above them with lightning! Heart with lightning… keep this in mind for later. We also have a very tiny “Live Mike” poster on Mike’s bulletin board… the association with Mike and lightning/electricity is clear…

Even in the marketing, the lightning is very much present. Notice specifically the lightning with the heart in the first picture…

Doors that keep closing…

The show constantly makes references to closing/opening doors. The gates opening are an aspect of this too! I have good reason to believe that this all leads back to Will.

I go over the door symbolism in this post but I’ll give a brief summary:

So far each time the gates have opened within the show, they have opened without Will’s consent. Now, I mean this on multiple levels. I mean this as the closet door- as people keep opening it by insinuating his sexuality. I also mean this in a more deeply tragic way. Child sexual abuse… to be blunt. This is why he’s desperate to keep all the doors and gates shut… even if it kills him. It’s a reality that forever haunts him, worse than any monster imaginable.

Will has such deep trauma that it manifests as monsters within the show. This is why I believe Will has been struggling far more than we are shown explicitly. In case you’re unaware, during the 80s and prior, there was a deeply homophobic belief perpetrated by society that gay people (specifically gay men) were predators. As a victim, Will is terrified of becoming a predator… becoming “the monster”. He’s frightened of himself.

I believe that… Will has been “pushing [Mike] away” far more than we know. He is desperately in love with Mike, yes, but the hatred he has for himself is far greater at this point in the show.

He needs to learn to love and accept himself despite all that he has been through. He needs to know that he is not a monster, and that his love and sexuality can be a beautiful thing. He needs to do this independently of Mike. Mike will be the key to his door when he’s ready.

To sum up everything thus far: doorways/gates require A LOT of energy, sexual electricity is a form of energy, and Will is associated with doors and Mike with keys. Got it?

The Russian Code

You may have already seen my post on this but it’s *very* relevant here so I’ll summarize (read the post for more depth):

The week is long because Mike and Will will be separated. Emotions affect time afterall.

The silver cat feeds the “silver cat” is a gate/doorway. Mike and Will are both associated with being a “snack” because they feed it sexual electricity thus causing it to open!

When blue meets yellow in the west. Mike will be stuck in the “East”/the UD, then return to the “West”/right side up to meet Will.

A trip to China sounds nice, if you tread lightly. “China” is on the other side of the “silver cat” doorway. Mike and Will will reach a new world through this doorway.

Again, if you think I’m reaching, please check out this post as I outline the clues in much more depth.

Opening multiple doors

As mentioned earlier, Mike is the key to opening Will’s door. This has multiple meanings:

Figuratively: Will’s closet door. Mike is struggling with his sexuality as well, but he will likely accept himself first, and inspire Will to follow.

Sexually: Will will open himself up sexually to Mike. They will have an intimate scene. I’m positive of this now.

Supernaturally: A portal door/gate to another world.

He’s truly the key to his heart…

What I theorize will happen…

So based on all the clues I’ve outlined (plus more) I will break down how everything will likely happen (leading up to the climax):

Mike confronts Will about the painting. Now, I truly believe Mike already knows that the painting and speech was all Will. He knows Will well. Will downplays the significance of the painting though making us (the audience) believe that he’s not actually still in love with Mike. (This could be why Noah now views Will’s love for Mike as a spoiler 🤔).

Will continues to push Mike away but more explicitly. Mike is frustrated. Tensions are high! Mike is “banished” to the UD, as well as nearly half of our main cast. They reunite with Max.

Will is devastated that Mike is gone. Will then faces severe homophobia and cruel accusations made his way (likely connected to those who went missing). Without Mike, he falls apart. The insecurities around his sexuality reach a boiling point for him. This will be represented by the US military closing off all the gates, separating half of our main characters from each other.

Will finds a letter from Mike. We (the audience) will realize (if we are paying attention) that Mike loves Will through the reveal of the “Love, Mike” written at the end. Will will not realize/believe it, but he is given the courage to fight on.

Will spends time with his mother and friends who express to him how much they love him unconditionally. As he starts to slowly accept himself, the gates slowly show signs of opening up.

After a long week of separation, on one fateful stormy night, Mike finds a way to escape the UD through watergate and Will is there to retrieve him. Will is likely not alone, he’s with the “right side up” crew on a boat trying to save those in the UD. Only Mike is able to get through the gate… (possibly through radio communication with Will, they create enough electricity for the gate to open).

Mike and Will are soaking wet and Mike is injured, thus he and Will make their way to Reefer Rick’s Lakeside House. They have to remove their shirts, and the sexual tension is through the roof. Will tends to his wounds and sparks fly. Mike reveals just how deeply in love he is with Will and how much it pains him that Will has been so closed off. Will turns away- not wanting to hear it at first, thinking he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve Mike’s love.

Tears start pouring down Mike’s face as he continues to tell Will that he’s done with hiding, and he’s done with pretending that he isn’t in love with Will. Will stops, finally starting to believe Mike’s words. Mike, thinking that his words still aren’t getting through to Will, turns and starts walking away. Will calls Mike’s name, Mike swiftly turns his head. He says “I love you too” while in tears, walking towards Mike. He then kisses him ever so passionately! Mike is taken aback with wide eyes for a brief moment then is quick to shut his eyes, grab onto Will for dear life and reciprocates the kiss very enthusiastically. They go horizontal on the bed, Mike on top.

While they are making love enough sexual energy is created for thunder to erupt and lightning. One giant lightning strike hits right in the centre of Lover’s Lake into watergate and opening it up completely! The (heart shaped) lake is literally a broken heart resuscitated by electricity. The water from the lake is parted right in the middle (think Moses parting the sea… or perhaps… like a surfer boy?) making it possible for everyone to walk out easily from the gate. It opens it up SO much that everyone trapped there escapes. They’re all freed!

The sun rises, the storm clears, and of course- there’s a giant rainbow. Will and Mike wake up and smile more brightly than ever as they recall the events of the night prior. They walk out hand in hand and head towards the end of the rainbow. They find a new gate hidden behind watergate and descent into it together. It’s fairyland. They then agree to start their own party, just the two of them.

Fairyland/Feywild

Credit to @byler-alarmist and their post for bringing my attention to this very likely possibility.

The Feywild was a place of unrestrained and awe-inspiring natural beauty. The plane is always bathed in twilight of the setting (or perhaps rising) sun, with lanterns and fireflies providing additional, haunting lights. Visitors to the plane found that all sensations, both sensory and emotional, were heightened. Smells were stronger, colors were more vivid, and sounds were clearer, but at the same time shadows were darker and impulses were harder to control. x

Feywild is a location in DnD just like Shadowfell (which likely represents the UD).

What better way to represent love and acceptance than a beautiful green realm full of light? I assume that it will resemble the real world, just like the UD. I’m also guessing that Mike and Will will find the remnants of the old Creel house and rebuild it as their own castle/fortress. (Credit to @thestrangestthing89 for this beautiful idea.)

Rewriting History

After WWII, the alliance between the East (USSR) and West (US, England etc) dissolved and then began The Cold War. Leading to Russia and the US essentially becoming enemies. They viewed each other as a major threat to their safety. They also were in major competition with each other, specifically regarding space exploration. Each nation wanting to be the first to reach the Moon.

Germany was a nation that ended up being “split” into the East and West. The Berlin Wall divided the two sections. The song “Heroes” by David Bowie is about lovers separated by the Berlin Wall. In 1989, the wall fell and Germany was no longer divided.

Where am I getting at with this? Well, I believe that Stranger Things is both majorly referencing this conflict, and rewriting history. Let me explain. I think that the scenes with the Russians are representative of Mike’s struggles. He feels as though he has no choice but to conform- not unlike those who live under communism. We see he is slowly escaping this mindset, however, as we watch some of the Russian characters rebel against their government.

Yes that means- the US government represents Will’s struggles. They view El as a monster that needs to be contained/removed. This is exactly how they viewed gay people during the AIDS crisis. We see resistance there as well though… through Owens.

In Stranger Things, the gates are the Berlin Wall. Once they open up again (properly… with Will’s consent), the division between the nations will cease. The war will come to an end.

Instead of one nation “winning” the space race, Stranger Things will end with both “Russia” and “America” reaching a new world together- as Mike and Will.

All you need is love

This is the whole message of the show. So many times we let fear and hatred take over us but we must always remember… we can choose love. In a world full of division, we can choose inclusion. We can choose to extend understanding and patience to others who are different or who may hold differing beliefs. It’s all up to you. You hold the power. It’s your choice. Choose wisely.

[pluckyredhead]

So Jon went into space when he was 11 and came back 6 years later, when he was 17, yes?

And then he hung out with the Legion for a bit, but since Bendis is the king of decompression, it doesn't seem like he was there for more than maybe a few days before the book was canceled.

And then in Superman: Son of Kal-El, he decided to enroll in college. Which made me raise an eyebrow, because he's only 17, but fine, some people start a year early. Or maybe he had a birthday somewhere in there. But more importantly, he never finished high school. So...what's the plan there, Jonno?

Anyway, Jon literally doesn't even make it into the administration before he blows his (temporary) secret identity and has to leave. And since that comic, which was published nearly four years ago, Jon has not attempted to go back to college. Or finish high school. Or get a job. All of which are valid choices, but like...what does he do all day?

Also, where does he live? Because Clark and Lois adopted two kids and I doubt their apartment had three or more bedrooms. Did they move? Did Bruce buy them a penthouse? Is Jon sleeping on the couch?

Meanwhile, Jay - who last we saw is a college undergrad, probably a freshman - shows up as the head of communications for Steelworks. Which...no! Not only is he hilariously, insanely unqualified for that job, but from everything we know about radical leftist anarchist Jay Nakamura, the last thing he would ever want to do is become the mouthpiece for a corporation!!!

And then Jon decides he wants to move to San Francisco.* Um...with what money, baby? You don't have a job. Are you going to live on your boyfriend's VP salary? How is he supposed to finish his second semester of college from the other side of the country?

And this week Jay declared that they are "twentysomethings." NO! NO YOU ARE NOT!!! YOU ARE NINETEEN AT MOST!!!!!**

Anyway this is mostly a petty rant, but here's the reason it matters. Even though I would love to know how Jon spends his time and where he sleeps, it's not all that important for me as a reader to know. The issue is that I'm very certain that DC doesn't know. I'm sure if you asked all the writers and editors who have worked on Jon in the past five years, they'd have different answers.

And that matters, because how a character chooses to spend their time when they aren't punching Doomsday tells us something about them. Clark Kent being a reporter tells us what he values. Same with Barry Allen being a forensic scientist, or Hal Jordan being a test pilot. Even Bruce Wayne having a civilian life that is mostly for show.

If Jon is [insert vague age here] and lives [somewhere] and puts his energy into [file not found], he isn't a character. He's a cardboard cutout with the words "Good Representation" written on it. (Which, on that note, I feel like if you asked those same writers and editors to describe Jon, they'd say "He's Superman's son and he's bi" and...that's it.***)

Anyway. If you're wondering why Jon seems so much less vibrant now than he did when he was ten, it's worth noting that when he was ten, we knew where he lived and who his friends were and how he felt about his pets and his parents and his cultural heritage. And now we don't even know how old he is.

*Well, actually, I'm not convinced that Jon does want to move to San Francisco, but he's convinced himself that he does, which is pretty much the only interesting thing they've done with him in half a decade.

**Do not tell me that time passed and they've been dating for years, because a) that has not been demonstrated in the comics in the slightest, and b) Damian is still 14. So unless Jon and Jay went back to that volcano, they've known each other for maybe six months.

***Possibly excepting Nicole Maines, who seems to be doing something interestingly messy (see above re: San Francisco), and Sina Grace, whose issue of Shazam! this week was the first time in five years a writer has acknowledged that Jon probably has trauma. But I'm still mad at him over "twentysomethings."

[ilona2nerrie]

SuperBat Mer au: Part five, Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

People tagged:

@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

@pettitneko

@random-generated-name

@sofia-gosth-blog

Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

More Mer types for you all!

Tim: Bluecheek Butterflyfish

(I think this one really suits him, and their known to follow people and groups! You know, like Tim’s habit? Ok, sorry.)

Damian: green cichlids

(Their verry aggressive fish, with a strange beauty that match their colour. And even though they cause harm they can be happy in the right environment. Wink, wink.)

Enjoy the story!

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Clark expected a normal day when he woke up. Maybe go to see Bruce, maybe not. He wasn’t really sure what the day was bringing. Until dick slammed open the door of the justice League meeting room with two pups in tow, looking for Clark and ignoring the protests of who was supposed to be on guard duty that day.

“Clark! I need your help!” dick practically shouted, ducking under the guards grabbing hands once more and pulled the other two to Clark’s seat, ducking behind it defensively from the guard.

Diana waved the guard off before staring at Clark, with a look that clearly said he had some explaining to do. Dick was still panting and halfway to tears and Clark, actually decided to ignore Diana. This was so much more important.

“What’s happened?” Clark asked, crouching down and taking dicks hand in his own. “Where’s your dad?”

“I don’t know!” dick sobbed, rubbing his eyes and staring at Clark. “We were playing in the shallows, and I know dad said don’t go there alone, but he found us, right? But- but then there were boats- and Jason was a bit too far away from us so he was in prime spot for when they could get him- and dad went to save Jason, but they got him two- and now I have Tim and Damian, I didn’t know who else to go to! And now there on a boat, and-“

Clark shushed him, putting his hand on the back of dicks neck comfortingly and trying not to panic internally. It was a bit scrambled what dick said, but what the gist of it was, was that Jason was taken by humans, and trying to save him Bruce was Aswell. Which was not good in any way.

“Clark? What’s going-“ Diana started but was cut off from an actual glare from the other.

“I have to go.” Clark said, standing.

“Clark no,” Aurthur started. Whatever’s happening it can wait; we’ve got a meeting-“

“With all due respect Aurthur, I couldn’t care less. Now, you listen to me. This is Dick, Tim, and Damian. These are my children. You will all take care of them no questions asked. You don’t get to know what I’m doing, but that’s more important. Mt family will always be more important. So shut up, take care of my kids, and ill be back when I’m back. Ok?”

No one spoke. Clark had never been so firm. Or terrifying. No one knew what exactly to say. When Clark saw he was acknowledged he kneeled back down to dick.

“These people you can trust, ok? I’m going to get your dad and brother. Stay together, you’re such a brave kid, ok? You always come to me. Ill be back in no-“

“I think I like being your kid Clark.”

At dicks words Clark wanted to melt into a pile of mush and happiness. But he didn’t have time, so he pressed a soft kiss onto dicks forehead. “I like being your dad.” He muttered before nodding and speeding out of the league building, leaving the others a batch of overwhelmed, and very stubborn kids.

Clark swam through the water like a bat out of hell, desperately weaving through as he searched for any sign of human activity, ears straining to hear anything at all. He went up to the shallows before examining the area thoroughly before finding some shrapnel, seems Bruce put up a strong fight. Good man. And he pulled it closer to himself. He couldn’t read the language, but it was some Asian language, which meant they were going back into the ocean to get back to their home.

Which meant he still had time to find Bruce.

He ignored the cold that seemed into his bones as he left the reef, and the twilight zone. Swimming further into the ocean then he’s ever swum as he went to go fins his Bruce and Jason. Part of his family. He couldn’t just leave them behind. This time? There was no room for error allowed.

Clark was starting to panic when he got a whiff of something in the water. Blood, Bruces blood. He could track it to the boat! But… Bruce was bleeding. Oh, hell no, people gonna die.

Tracking the blood with a burning rage in the back of his skull wasn’t the easiest thing he’s done. But definitely the thing he hasn’t regretted even once, as he continued till, he saw a ship in which the scent was just dripping off it.

Now, Clark could’ve been subtle about this. But he honestly didn’t care and was far too angry to consider anything but getting the two back. So, it came as a big surprise when he climbed up the side of the boat and just threw a guy off. The humans seemed almost intimidated of Clark’s size, and that made him so much angrier.

They didn’t mind kidnapping a pup and its parent huh? But when they have to take on a bigger Mer they minded? What a load of absolute bullshit.

Clark narrowed his eyes at one of the poachers and fixed him with a gaze that could melt steel. Literally. The man seemed to get what the other was after, because he pointed to a crate before jumping onto a raft like the other two men left. Cowards. Not that Clark was thinking of that now, as he instead went closer to the crate and open it up to fins a whimpering up clutching to an unconscious Bruce with blood dripping down his forehead. And Clarks heart nearly stopped.

Now, he knew Bruce was alive, he could hear his pulse. But that didn’t stop the fact that he was hurt. He clutched Jason to his side and pulled Bruce out of the crate, then falling backwards into the ocean to get the two some much needed water.

Since Jason seemed contented with clutching onto him like a backpack Clark focused on Bruce, checking the other man and making sure he was alright. About halfway through Bruce stirred, head pounding and pain shooting through his body as he stared up at Clark.

The two met eyes and Bruce tilted his head, “cl... ark?” he tried. Clark had never heard Bruce even try speaking before, so hearing his name, even fragmented and a bit strange was surreal, and damn he had a beautiful voice. Jason seemed to have not heard his father’s voice either because he chirped, swimming around and slotting himself into Bruce arms.

Bruce loosely wrapped sore arms around Jason, pulling himself up despite the discomfort to lean on Clark’s chest.

Clark pulled the other closer, starting on his way home as he mumbled reassurance.

“It’s ok, your other kids are safe and with my friends. They won’t let anything happen to them. Just stay with me, I’ll take you home.”

(Hello friends! Here’s another chapter, quite a long one this time! 1300 words, woof. Anyway, you wanna be tagged please let me know. Previous chapters are at the start and please leave a comment, it means so much to me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

[brucewaynehater101]

I'm so glad you like it! Honestly, I'm pretty jealous as well. Though, I don't doubt he has the white noise generator and uses it on more than just those trips. Could you imagine Bruce and the other Bats going to the Supers, Clark, Kon, Kara, and Jon (who if I remember correctly has the best ears out of all of them) and when asked to track him down by sound, all of them are just like, "Red Robin? Oh no we can't do that." and when asked why, Clark gets nervous and says, "well. None of us have ever been able to hear his heart beat. We don't know what tech or magic he uses but *none* of us have ever been able to hear his heart. Not since he was 15. I asked you one time why I couldn't hear him and you just hummed at me!"

Meanwhile panic is rising in not just the hero community, but also the villain one. Red Robin has a *lot* of connections and if someone took or heaven forbid killed him? The Gothem Rouges remember what happened when the second Robin died, they know how bad Batman got. Now the Robin who saved them from him is gone? And now Nightwing and Red Hood and Spoiler and all the rest are on a Hunt, getting more violent like Batman did? Oh no, they are all going into hiding until this blows over.

Then there's also the villains connected to members of Young Justice. The Flash's Rouges Gallery hears that one of the Mini Speedsters is in a grief spiral and could end up seriously hurting them because one of his best friends has gone missing and is presumed dead? Fuck No. They are keeping their noses clean until it's done. So are the people who tend to antagonize Metropolis because Kon is *not* holding back. He grabbed Matallo and used his TTK to make him fall into thousands of pieces and then just stared down at him with a cold look of anger before leaving. Dr Light when to the ER when he tried to mess with the Teen Titans while both Dick and Damian were still on call and Tim was missing.

On day four of Tim being missing, Damian's head suddenly snaps up and he says, "I need to check a tracker." and the rest of the Bats follow him to the bat computer. When asked what he is doing, Damian admits, "a few years ago when I still hated Timothy, I put a tracker inside of his favorite camera, which he just so happened to bring with him on his trip. It may still be there and if he has his camera-" a few moments later, there is a ping on the screen showing the tracker is o the move, currently crossing the boarder from Kentucky into West Virginia. Tim has no idea what hell is coming for him, mostly because he figured that the Bats knew he did this every other month to unwind and relax. Traveling on a train for 4 to 6 days is his version of a vacation.

Glad for the add on. However, I think the angst reason for Tim "not having a heartbeat" would be because Kon died.

After Kon died, Tim created the machine to make sure no one else could hear his heartbeat (especially because Kon wasn't around for that anymore). When Kon came back, it was still a rough time for Tim. He was practically a feral and distrustful raccoon. Since he's still working on trusting people again, his heartbeat is still hidden (plus Kon hasn't brought it up, so Tim kind of forgot).

The stuff about the rogues is so true! That's why a few fanworks call Tim the "heart" of the batfam. I think all members play important roles and will similarly be missed. The heart comment is a cute nod to his role as a bridge and leash (he helped B obtain a larger support group and prevented him from killing people).

I like that this has Damian being the one to find out. Though Tim is grateful there's was a way for his family to find him while they were freaked out (he thought they knew about it), he's also exasperated at the tracker's existence. He probably pulls a prank on Damian for it.

Also, Tim 100% brings this incident back up with Bruce whenever the man complains about Tim's habit of overworking. He looks his father in the eyes and says, "The last time I took a vacation, you freaked out and mobilized the entire hero community to find me." They both know that's not what happened, but Tim is also not wrong.

Edit: Post this is referring to

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

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As promised, you’re shown to your new office by the end of the day. You put your meagre box of belongings on the desk and unpack a piece at a time. Isn’t an exhaustive task so you take your time. 

You put your watermelon post-its by the base of the monitor’s pedestal and your cell phone screen lights up. It’s been buried in your bag for much of the day but you took it out to reconnect to your work accounts. Melanie’s name fills the top of the screen. You still haven’t responded to her since the weekend. 

You swipe up your phone and cross the office. You answer as you shut the door, eking out a tiny hello as you turn back and bite your thumb. You pace aimlessly as your stomach knots. You don‘t think you’re mad at her, just embarrassed about how it all turned out. She knows how many times your excitement was burnt to disappointment, you hoped she wouldn’t have added to your pile ashes. 

“Hey, girl, you busy? I’ve been calling you all week.” 

It’s Tuesday, you think to yourself. 

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot going on at work--” 

“That’s great,” she interrupts, “did you see my texts? I really am sorry about the other night. You know, I was stressed. Clark was out of town for his job and I hadn’t seen him all week. Really, I didn’t forget about you, I just thought we were meeting Saturday, not Friday.” 

Your mouth slants as you weigh her excuse. You don’t know if you believe her but it could be true. How long have you been friends? Doesn’t she deserve the benefit of the doubt?

“Everyone gets busy,” you say with a brittle laugh, “I totally get it. Next time I’ll be clearer, that’s all. Make sure there’s no misunderstanding.” 

“Of course,” her voice is trills and is overly affected, “I just wanted to check in since Clark said you were so upset.” 

“He did?” You frown as you stop by the desk and take your stapler out of the box. 

“Uh, yeah, he did. So, in the future, if your upset, you can just let me know, hon,” her tone drips like syrup, “we’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, it’s a big city and we gotta stick together.” 

“Erm, sure, I’m sorry, I didn’t think... I wasn’t upset. I didn’t say anything, you know, I was just tired.” 

“Whatever, hon, it’s behind us now, isn’t it? You forgive me?” She pauses, waiting. 

“Y-yeah?” You answer. 

“Aw, that’s so wonderful,” she chimes, “anyway, you sound busy. You must be working so I’ll let you go. Ciao.” 

She hangs up and you hold the phone to your ear for a moment after the line dies. That was weird. Like she wasn’t really talking to you, but more putting on a show for someone. Strange. 

You drop your arm and a knock comes at the door. You wince and put your phone screen down. You face the door and fold your hands. 

“Uh, who is it?” You call out. 

The door opens and a throat clears, “just me,” Thor says as he enters, “wanted to be sure you got some of the leftovers.” 

He has a container in his hands. You try to blow off the tension and force a smile. You drop your arms straight and drag a finger up and down the seam of your pants. 

“Thanks, that’s too sweet,” you chirp. 

“Ah, I made sure to get you some cinnamon cookies,” he nears and offers the container. 

“Oh, my, I shouldn’t,” you accept the box. 

“You shouldn’t?” He wonders, “you’re not on some diet, are you? You hardly need one.”  

You laugh nervously, “oh, no,” you back up and spin to put the container on the desk. You go back and reach into the box, “I just... I have a rotten sweet tooth, you know? Sugar keeps me up.” 

“Mmm, well, you should indulge. Enjoy. Nothing wrong with allowing yourself the small things,” he goads, “so,” he claps his hands, the sound making you jump, “your office. How do you like it?” 

He looks around theatrically as he pivots. You take out your small blue mug with the teddy bear on it and follow his gaze, “it’s nice. Big.” 

“Yes, I suppose you don’t take up much space,” he remarks, “if you need any supplies, you can just let me know.” 

“Oh, um, I shouldn’t. I... I could just contact finance--” 

“Come to me,” he insists, “accounting takes too long.” 

“Okay,” you agree. 

“Are you excited?” He asks as he turns to you. 

“Sure,” you answer. 

“Mm,” he hums, “you’re sweet, but I don’t want you to stress. If there’s anything overwhelming me, don’t be afraid to let me know.” 

“I know, thank you, Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he corrects you with a wink, “you don’t know want to know Mr. Odinson.” He grins and you look at him blankly, “my father. He’s an old grump.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you put the cup down and rub your palms together, “it’s been a long day.” 

“It has indeed,” he checks his watch, “you’re almost done... I should let you finish.” He flicks his finger towards your desk, “tomorrow, the heavy lifting begins.” 

“Yeah,” you murmur. 

“Don’t forget your treats,” he points to the container, “you’ve earned it.” 

“Right, thanks again,” your smile trembles as fatigue nips at the corner of your eyes. 

“See you tomorrow morning,” he avows before he spins and goes to the door. 

You return your attention to the box as you sense him hovering at the threshold. You think he’s looking at you but you’re too nervous to check. Finally, the door closes and you exhale and close your eyes. You can’t believe how much today has taken out of you and the days to come promise much of the same. 

🏙️

You yawn as you come out of your building, eyelids heavy and itchy as you rub them with your knuckles. You hitch up your bag as you turn down the sidewalk and cross to the stop on the other side of the street. You barely slept through the anxiety and anticipation. The unknown stresses you out more than anything and you really have no idea what you’re walking into. 

You let your head lean back as you give another silent roar of fatigue. You roll your shoulders and urge yourself to wake up. You got to get with it. You can’t show up at the office half-asleep. 

The whir of an engine approaches and you look towards the direction of the bus route. Its too quiet to be a bus. Instead, there’s a vaguely familiar car that slows instead of passing. You squint and cross your arms defensively. You have to keep reminding yourself this is the city. 

The window rolls down as you bounce on your feet awkwardly, “hey,” your name rises in the deep timbre. 

You bend and find Clark smiling at you. Of course! That’s why you recognised his car. 

“Heyyyy,” you say, “what are you doing... here?” 

“Working on a story, actually. Was in the area and... what timing, huh?” He pushes his shoulder up as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, “you on your way to work?” 

“Yup,” you answer brightly, swallowing another yawn, “bus should be here soon.” 

“The bus? Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t have to... that’s too far.” 

“Where do you work?” 

“Tempest,” you answer. 

“Tempest? That’s right by the paper. I’ll take you, no problem.” 

“Really?” Your brows arch dramatically, “that’s so nice of you.” 

“Of course,” he pats the passenger seat and the door unlocks with a loud click.

“I owe you one." You open the door and get in, tempted to melt into the seat. It’s so much better than the stiff ones on the bus. Ugh, your head is tenuous at best. It could start pounding at any minute. 

“How are you?” Clark asks as you buckle in. 

“Alright,” you repress yet another yawn, “how are you? How’s Melly?” 

“Melly?” He chuckles, “she’s fine, I think. I'm... fine too.” 

“Oh...” you twiddle your fingers in your lap as he slowly leans on the gas and pulls away from the curb, “just fine?” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve just been... talking a lot. You know, relationship stuff,” he drives with one hand, combing his other through his hair. 

“Ah, right,” you nod, “hopefully it’s okay.” 

“Huh,” he scoffs and puts his other hand on the wheel, “you’re a good friend.” 

“I... guess,” you shrug. “I... I just think Melanie really likes you.” 

“Oh, I know she does,” he laughs, “doesn’t keep her from being... how she is. I like her too but we both know she can be very demanding.” 

“She can be,” you agree, “but I think that’s just her personality. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her.” 

“Why would you want that?” he asks. 

“Er...” 

“I just mean, you’re you. Everyone’s different right and you’re just so sweet,” he says, “this world has enough Melanies.” 

“Maybe,” you turn your head and cover your mouth as you yawn at the window. 

“I’m dying for a coffee,” Clark says, his tone shifting smoothly with the topic, “how about you? Green tea?” 

You look at him. He remembers your order? You rub your cheek and drop your hand to your lap. 

“I’m okay, but thank you--” 

“Really, it’s no big deal,” he flips the blinker on, “I need an espresso so, how about it? Iced, hot?” 

You bite the inside of your lip. You really could use a boost. You don’t often get the chance. Your bus ride is too long to factor in a cafe run. 

“Could I get a matcha latte, iced? I have some change,” you open your bag and shove your hand inside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves you off. 

“Really, you’re giving me a ride. The least I can do--” 

“The least you can do is let me buy your drink,” he insists, “because I kinda have a big favour to ask you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, uh, it’s for Melanie. You must know her birthday is coming up.” 

“Yeah, I know--” 

“I really wanna work through things with her and I figured if I threw her a party, maybe it’s better than all this talking,” he joins the queue for the drive thru, “and you’ve known Melanie a lot longer than me so you’re like an expert. Do you think you could help me out?” 

“A birthday party? Well, I... could try. Mel’s always been the one into parties and planning and all that.” 

“I’m not good at it either but you know what she likes. I could use help at least with colours or whatever,” he suggest, “I mean, obviously, you don’t have to. I’m not going to blackmail you with a car ride and a latte.” 

You laugh rockily, “well, I could try. It wouldn’t be so bad and I should do something special. We’re both finally living in the same city. Maybe this would help with us too.” 

“Us? You and... Mel?” 

You give him a look then look through the windshield. You fidget as he rolls up to the speaker and orders. You wait until he’s done. 

“Things were awkward the other day when I crashed your date night,” you say, “I’m sure you caught on.” 

“Yeah, yeah, she wasn’t very gracious,” his tone lowers sharply. 

“It’s okay. She didn’t mean anything. I’m not upset--” 

“Did she apologise?” He asks abruptly. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, but she doesn’t have to--” 

“I think you deserve the apology,” he interrupts again. “You know, you don’t deserve to be walked all over like that. Hell, if I had friend like you, I think I���d treat you a lot better.” 

“I’m not upset,” you assure him, his mood making you uneasy. It’s flattering he would be so upset on your behalf but you’d rather just put it all behind you, “she said sorry, it’s all good.” You wiggle your foot as you think, “alright, I can help with the party.” 

“Ah, yes, you’re a life saver,” he pulls up to the window and pays. He gets the drinks and hands you the matcha before he slips his in the cup holder, “great, I’ll get your number and we can throw around ideas when you have a chance.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure, I could...” the cup soaks your hands in condensation, chilling you, “I’ll do my best. I have a new assignment at work so I’ll be a bit tied up.” 

“No problem, whenever you can. Hope you don’t mind if I send you a couple of pictures I saw,” he says, “tryna come up with a vision, you know?” 

“That’s cool,” you pause to sip the matcha, nearly sighing at the refreshing flow that coats your stomach, “thank you so much for the tea.” 

“Any time,” he says as he pulls out into the street, “anything you need at all.” 

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 24 of Kinktober: Saved By Superman

pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

warning: abduction, eating out, oral sex, unprotected sex

10 YEARS AGO (Y/N’s POV)

I’m in American History 1 and hell, the questions on our assignment is soo confusing like, when did JFK got assassinated and when did Nixon resign, like I don’t know these questions and our teacher makes no sense on what we’re learning about. Clark is in the same class and he would help me on what the questions are about and what our tests are going to have.

At some point Clark and I were study partners and thanks to him, I passed American History! Ever since then Clark and I have been friends and we would tell each other about anything about our personal lives and we would do anything together, but a lot of people from school would say that we’re dating but we’re not.

Eventually, we separate because I go to Kansas University for a photography degree, which is far away from Smallville and we lost contact with each other.

PRESENT TIME

I begin to wash my dishes and I see on my TV that there’s another unusual event happened today, of course, but I see a hero saving the person from the building, why does he looks familiar? They show the hero and it’s Clark? I never knew that he’s, Superman? What’s going on?

I drive back to my hometown, Smallville, and what’s happening? I see this figure approaching my car but it’s flying? The hell? I blackout.

I wake up at some room that I’ve never seen or been into before. I hear something or someone walking towards me, I look where I hear the noise and it’s someone in a costume.

“Who are you?” I question.

“I can ask you the same thing.” The voice said back.

I try to move around but I’m tied up with chains? I want to get the hell out of here.

“Can I at least get a name from you?” I said to the voice.

“Zod.” The voice answered.

Zod? I don’t know who that is. He walked up and I immediately realized that he went to the same high school as Clark and me, I remember he was a little weird and many kids made fun of him.

“You know who I am now?” He says.

“Now I do. Why do you want me here?” I asked.

“To get answers.” His voice changed.

“Okay? What?”

“Who is Superman?” He says.

“I don’t know, I really don’t.” I answer.

“You know! You used to be buddies with him.” He said.

“What?” I ask.

“Don’t lie to me!” He approaches to my face.

“I’m not lying.” I confess.

He backs up to give me some space. I can tell he thinks I’m still lying. He eventually went upstairs and I hear the door locking, I want to leave so fucking bad!

One day, I hear noises upstairs and I hear the door opening. Someone running downstairs and it’s Clark, he looks different than the last time I ever saw him. He releases me from the chains and I hold on to him until he flies away from the room I was in.

We arrive at some house I never seen before, it’s Clark’s house, god he changed.

He lays me down on his couch.

“Thank you for saving me.” I say.

“Anytime for a friend.” He smiles.

He gets some medicine to help the swelling and wounds on my wrists to heal.

“I never knew that you’re Superman, Clark.” I said looking at him.

“I’ve been my whole life.” He said wrapping elastic bandage on my wrists.

“You never told me that ever in high school Clark.” I say holding my hands still.

“I thought you would tell people.” He said softly.

“You know me, I would never do that in the history of our friendship Clark, you know I wouldn’t.” I confess.

He knows I’m telling the truth.

Eventually, we talked about what’s been going on in our lives recently.

“How’s your mom?” I ask.

“She talks about you still.” He says.

“She misses you.” He smiled.

“Really? I haven’t seen her in so long.” That’s so sweet.

After that conversation, we talked about other things, such as, who we dated when we separated.

“Did you ever dated anyone while I was gone?” I question.

“Never.” He replied.

“I highly doubt that Clark. A bunch of girls threw themselves at you and gave me death threats.” I said.

“I never dated anyone Y/N and I remember those death threats, I know some of them are married or still dating someone.” He smirks.

“You know I, actually had a crush on someone in high school.” I look down and look up at Clark.

“Who? Come on Y/N/N, I can see you blushing.” He says egging me on.

“You.” I gulped.

“Me? Why’s that?” He says.

“Ever since you helped me with homework and all.” I confess.

“Really? I kinda did as well." He confesses.

I blush. I can't believe this. we both had crushes on each other since we met.

He leans into kiss me, and I kiss him back. I tug on his hair but I wince by my wrists. Clark picks me up to take us to his bathroom, he sets me on the counter and starts the water from the tub, I try to take my clothes off but Clark stops me to take my clothes off instead, he picks me up again to put me in tub. The water felt so good. Clark takes his shirt off, he’s definitely changed. He comes in the tub with me and makes me get closer to him and kisses me again.

After us in the tub Clark washed me off but the blood and the dirt off my body, he takes us to his bed and lays me down on it, which is really comfortable.

“Try to get some sleep Y/N.” He says about to leave.

“Can you stay in here with me?” I say looking at where Clark is.

“If you want me to.” He asks.

“Please?” I say.

He lays down with me and I sleep instantly.

2 HOURS LATER

I wake up with a feeling in my clit, I look down to see Clark eating me out, I moan, when I did that Clark kept on eating me out but a little bit deeper, I gasp and I tug on his hair. He stops eating me out and starts to give me love bites near my clit, I scream again. I never imagined he’s this good.

After Clark eating me out, he comes up to face me and begins to fuck me, I scream again, he goes in and out of me but he goes faster. Our moans and grunts fills up in the room and skin slapping against each other. I’m so glad he saved me.

[timeagainreviews]

The Two Ranis

Before immigrating to the UK, I knew nothing about Eurovision. I may have heard the name before, but I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what it was. The only time I watched Eurovision was for its 61st song contest in 2016. I was with a group of friends, drinks were had, and commentary ensued. As introductions go, I had a lot of fun. It was kind of the perfect introduction and probably why I’ve not watched it since. I was able to soak in the atmosphere. The camp. The occasionally tragic choice of both song and costume. And to my surprise, an undercurrent of politics and controversy. It was a detached glimpse into a world I knew nothing about, and in that moment, I understood the appeal. The drama, the pageantry, the thrill of performance, it’s intoxicating. I understood then that I would never have a better experience watching Eurovision. I now walk the earth, raw dogging a Eurovisionless reality.

Part of my post-Eurovision journey has been one of casual interest in Eurovision. Like the Oscars or the Super Bowl, I might Google the results the day after. Because of this, I am only vaguely aware of any Eurovision drama, but going by the state of the world, I can piece some things together on my own. But we’re not here to talk about Eurovision, we’re here to talk about “The Interstellar Song Contest.” An episode which has not been without its share of controversy. I’ll get into it a bit, but I’m in two minds about it. Some may even say it’s frozen my dual brain stems and bigenerated me. I am both a Reviewer and the Reviewer. I have the me who watched the episode and the me who has been reading the conversation around the episode. That isn’t to say I didn’t have my concerns or that I outright agree with naysayers. 

Back in 2018, when I was a hopeful Whovian, I gushed in my review for “The Woman Who Fell to Earth” over the first woman Doctor. When Jodie Whittaker appeared, I cried. When she spoke, I cried. And yesterday, when I read Juno Dawson’s name on the credits, I cried. Before I get into anything else, I want people to understand that this moment meant something to me. I remember being in art school, having just come out as trans. I was worried about my future, so I asked my art history professor if trans people can thrive as artists. My professor responded with a flippant “Pssh, yes,” as if I had asked an obvious question. So early in transition, I was already conditioned to expect the world not to take me seriously. It may sound funny, but her casual attitude was what I needed. I needed to believe in a future that included me. While Dawson is far from the first trans person to write for Doctor Who, she is the first openly trans person to write for the show proper. The world has been rough lately, and I am going to take this victory lap.

One of the things I really like about Juno Dawson’s writing is that she plays up the camp aspects of Doctor Who. An episode parodying Eurovision is right in her wheelhouse. As a fan of the contest, Dawson seems intent on celebrating it with a light roasting. The introduction of Rylan Clark getting dethawed for yet another song contest felt correct. I know very little about Rylan Clark other than he looks like that, but I get the joke. I like that Rylan seems a good enough sport to take the piss out of himself like that. Watching him on Doctor Who Unleashed walking around the TARDIS console was genuinely adorable. I get why people give that guy stuff. I’d probably give him my PIN if he asked nicely. All of this is to say I like that the cast and guest cast felt game to be a little cheeky. The atmosphere around the production felt good-natured. Parody requires a level of respect for its subject, and this is a parody of Eurovision crafted by people who love Eurovision.

Speaking of a love for Eurovision, Interstellar Song Contest fan Gary and his husband Mike have been blocked out of their VIP booth seats by the Doctor and Belinda’s arrival. The computer reads their seats as occupied and won’t allow the couple access. I kind of love this because it explained how the Doctor was able to find an empty spot in a packed arena, as it was very lucky. But the TARDIS isn’t exactly dependent on luck. It is said that the TARDIS takes you where you need, and it’s ironic that even following the Vindicator’s coordinates, the TARDIS still manages to land the Doctor precisely where he is needed. Had Mike and Gary been in their seats when things go sour, the Doctor wouldn’t have had Gary’s expertise at triangulation or Mike’s help as a medic. I like to think of the TARDIS as a bit of a mastermind, using the Doctor strategically throughout time and space. The old girl plays 12-D chess, and I am glad she’s on our side.

The production value of the arena and the crowd cannot be understated. I loved the costumes and all of the new aliens. Oddly, however, the new faces are partly a disappointment to me. I would have loved to see some familiar faces in the crowd. Maybe a Judoon with a hot pink pincurls, a Raxacoricofallapatorian in a Pharrell hat, or a Draconian wearing a pride flag as a cape. Maybe they did that. I’ll file this away as an episode to freeze frame and do a Where’s Wally scan for Easter eggs. I’m sure WhoCulture or Screencrush have done an Easter egg video by now. The aerial views of the Harmony Arena reminded me a bit of the Senate Building from Star Wars. I found myself scanning the booths for a family of ETs. Now that would have been a deep cut. Even the halls of the space station were beautiful. Any references to the history of Eurovision found in the museum are lost on me. I hope for you Eurovision fans out there, that it was yet another fun game of I Spy. As settings go, the Harony Arena was brilliant. There was so much eye candy. Such attention to detail. Perfectly executed.

Speaking of perfectly executed, we’re introduced to Kid and Wynn, a pair of Hellions from the planet Hellia who have infiltrated the security system of the space station. The security droids reminded me of your typical Davies droid. They would fit in nicely with the Heavenly Hosts from “Voyage of the Damned,” or the leatherclad Slabs from “Smith and Jones.” I expected them to be a lot more dangerous than they were, but they were merely phase one of Kid’s three-phase plan, and he was about to crank it up a notch. Kid plays the dress rehearsal of the contest over the live feed, which alerts the Doctor when Rylan disappears from the footage. Suspecting something is amiss, the Doctor begins fiddling with a control panel on the wall. Meanwhile, Liz Lizardine takes the stage. By the way, did anyone else expect Liz to be a Malpha like the species from “Mission to the Unknown”? I mean, maybe Malpha is also from the planet Lizoko. My nerdy little headcanon will settle for “distant cousins.”

The Doctor’s arrival is noted by more than Mike and Gary, however. Mrs Flood can be spotted in the stands spying on the Doctor through a pair of opera glasses. Having been informed by Mo Gilliben that the Doctor was using a Vindicator, Mrs Flood seems perfectly happy with the results of the Doctor’s most recent triangulation. One is given the impression that perhaps even Mrs Flood was unable to get back to the 24th of May. Whatever she’s planning, she may not be in complete control of the situation. More on that later. Belinda is completely wrapt with attention as a Eurovision fan, herself. She even admonishes the Doctor for not paying proper attention to the songs since it will affect his ability to vote fairly. This entire episode is a shining spot for Belinda. In a weaker script, Varada Sethu can elevate her role with charisma alone. But here, Dawson has given her a wide spectrum of emotions to experience. Belinda is quickly becoming one of my favourite companions.

As Liz’s song peaks, Kid takes his cue to raise the roof, quite literally. With the livestream hijacked, none of the three trillion viewers back home realise what is about to occur. The kid cuts the power to the force field standing between the 100,000 concert goers and the vacuum of space. As devastating and evil plans in Doctor Who go, this might be one of the most shocking I’ve experienced. The moment is played masterfully as the tone goes from light and exuberant to chaotic and terrifying. The dreadful visual of the shining happy crowd helplessly flowing upward into space made me audibly gasp. It’s a horrific thing to do, and the camera doesn’t pull away from it. What I had expected to be a silly killer robots in Eurovision episode turned out to be a high-stakes ticking clock thriller. I was already on board, but now? Wow.

However, Kid’s plan doesn’t go completely to plan as Wynn saves the life of one of the contestants, Cora, by sealing the shell of her concert booth. Furthermore, the Doctor’s fiddling with the panel earlier has bought them a bit of time by expanding the mavity bubble. Before we move on, I really hope Davies has some sort of plan with mavity. Because if it’s just a joke, it’s not a funny one. I feel like I take 10 points of psychic damage every time someone says it. Russell, stop trying to make fetch happen. Initially, I had a similar reaction to the Doctor’s sonic sunglasses, but now I look back on it with a simple fondness. Regardless, it would be great if the joke was actually leading to something about the nature of the show’s current reality. If the Doctor is stuck in the land of fiction, perhaps he’ll get back to a world where gravity is normal.

Belinda finds herself regrouping with Cora and her music partner Len. I say regrouping, but in actuality, she’s falling apart. Having just watched the Doctor and the TARDIS get sucked into space, her window for getting back home has narrowed considerably. Luckily, Cora knows a thing or two about feeling disconnected from home. She knows what it’s like to feel adrift and she helps tether Belinda back to the present. Meanwhile, the Doctor slowly drifts through space as his body starts accumulating frost crystals. But a sudden vision brings the Doctor’s mind back to the forefront- his granddaughter, Susan, standing inside the TARDIS. Carole Ann Ford hasn’t been seen since 1983 when she and the Fifth Doctor shared a rather disappointing reunion in “The Five Doctors.” I would say it was a surprise, but they’ve been hinting at a Susan cameo for a while now. She was also in attendance for the 60th anniversary premiere. We already suspected something, so it was nice that they finally pulled the trigger.

Susan’s pep-talk invigorates the Doctor enough to channel his inner Pinkie Pie and arm himself with a confetti cannon. Using a blast of gold confetti, the Doctor rockets back to the arena like Wall-E with a fire extinguisher. Luckily, Mike and Gary are there to receive the Doctor, and I do mean that as a double entendre because those guys were thirsty. Mike revives the Doctor, and the trio set about regaining control of the space station. I will say at this point, I found the Doctor’s use of the sonic screwdriver a bit over the top. The Doctor uses the sonic to pop robot heads. He uses the sonic to blow up a gun in Kid’s hands. He even uses it to blow up Kid’s doomsday device. Ncuti wasn’t lying when he said he loved the Third Doctor because not since the Pertwee era have we seen the sonic screwdriver blow up so many devices. The Doctor manages to hack into the system, which draws the attention of Kid. Kid and the Doctor have a curt conversation, which Belinda is able to overhear due to Len’s own hacking. There is hope for Bel once more if the Doctor is alive. Unfortunate for Kid that the Doctor doesn’t know Belinda is also still alive.

During the Doctor and Kid’s brief exchange, we learn that Cora knows both Wynn and Kid. Len’s prejudiced attitude toward Cora after discovering she was a dehorned Hellion illustrates the type of bigotry the Hellions have experienced. We also learn of the abuses of the corporation and the contest’s main sponsor, Poppy Honey. Did anyone else find it weird that in the previous episode we had a brief appearance of Captain Poppy from Space Babies, and now we have a storyline with the word Poppy so central to the plot? If that’s just a coincidence, it’s a weird one. We’re in that part of the season where anything could be a plot thread to the bigger story. I know it’s been a few years since the Chibnall era, but I am still thankful to be in a position where I’m engaging with the show once more.

The Hellions have caused the biggest stir within the fandom. It’s hard not to see them as a direct allegory to Palestine, especially given the undercurrent of Eurovision politics at play as well. But I found myself wondering just how direct of an allegory they were. Like the pro-life allegory from “Kill the Moon,” I’m not convinced it exists. I spoke about the optics of UNIT during a time when ICE raids are ramping up, but I wasn’t suggesting UNIT was an actual stand-in for ICE. The kindest criticism I’ve found of the Hellions is that they handled the story clumsily. I’m more in that camp, myself. I don’t for once think either Juno Dawson or Russell T Davies set out to make a pro-Israel storyline. Nor do I feel like they were setting out to demonise Palestinians. That feels like an extremely unkind take on the episode. I do agree that the messaging is muddled, and I don’t believe they stuck the landing. There were even times when I found myself confused as to what point they were trying to make. I’ve seen people online referring to Kid as a freedom fighter, which I find very weird. You kill 100,000 people and then plan to kill three trillion more lives, you’re a murderer. I don’t think that should be controversial to say.

Furthermore, I don’t believe the episode loses control of the narrative. Everyone involved knows that the Doctor takes things too far with Kid. It’s kind of the point of the scene. The Doctor and Kid are more alike than either of them would like to admit. Both of them took things too far in this story. And in the aftermath, they both blame their trauma as an excuse. I don’t see Kid as a freedom fighter. I also don’t see the Doctor as a great guy who was in control of his emotions. It’s messier than that. This is a Doctor who thinks his companion has just died. This is the wrath of a Time Lord. This is the same Doctor we see torturing the Dalek in “Dalek.” This is the Timelord Victorious from “The Waters of Mars.” It’s poetic that in this moment of great weakness that the Doctor should once again see Susan, his first companion. The Doctor knows not to travel alone because he gets like this. All of that comes tumbling back when he sees Belinda’s look of hurt. I don’t like this scene because I agree with the Doctor. I like this scene because the show clearly knows what the Doctor is doing is wrong. This isn’t the Doctor casually giving a brown man to the Nazis and the show pretending like it’s normal. This is a low point for the Doctor, and I am happy to see his fallibility back in all of its complex glory. Call me crazy, but I like those occasional moments when the Doctor is the scariest person in the room.

Please don’t construe this as me belittling how this episode may have made you feel. I’ve been reading people’s opinions on the episode, and I appreciate the perspective. As I said, I don’t necessarily agree with the assessment, but I’m glad people are talking about it. I simply have a hard time seeing any malice behind this story. There is a real effort to show that the Hellions are, in fact, victims. Even our beloved Mike and Gary have blind spots from the corporation’s smear campaign against Hellia. They’ve been told that the Hellions brought ruin to their own planet. They have no idea that the surface of their beautiful world was left pillaged and scorched by an uncaring corporation. Poor Cora’s horns were cut from her body. And even Kid is called Kid because his parents were murdered before anyone could ask his name.

It’s interesting that after all is said and done, I find myself feeling compassion toward Wynn and Kid, which is why I feel the Doctor has a lot to atone for. For starters, I am not exactly pleased with the way the Doctor refers to Kid as “Kid” in such a derogatory manner. It’s a bit of salt in the wound when you consider how Kid was given the name. The Doctor also reiterates that the ice in his heart toward Kid is still there. Luckily, the Doctor has two hearts. Maybe within the other one, he can find some sort of forgiveness or love. I don’t believe the Doctor is off the hook for his behaviour, and I’ll be paying attention to how they approach this aspect of his character in the future. The Doctor took things so far that I practically expected Ood Sigma to show up and wag a finger at him. Much like the Ood, I think the Doctor owes Hellia one after this. The Doctor shouldn’t simply be able to walk away from the experience with no consequences. As much as I disagree with Kid’s actions, I also disagree with corporal punishment. The Doctor has a reckoning with his darker side on the horizon, and I feel like Susan might be instrumental in that.

I’m glad that they didn’t pull a total “Kerblam!” by letting the corporation off the hook. After the Doctor and his husbears Mike and Gary beam the spaced people back to the satellite, Cora is given the spotlight to sing what I assume is a Hellion song of deep cultural significance. Even Len’s jerk ass has to shrug off his grudges. It’s not a fix for Hellia, nor is it justice, but it is the start of a new narrative around the people of Hellia. Once again, we return to the theme of a controlled narrative. It’s ironic then that this episode should air on the same week Andor has come to an end. Not only does the story of the Ghorman Massacre echo the ravaging of Hellia, but there is also a strong message about the spread of information. I’m reminded of Mon Mothma’s stirring speech to the Senate when she said- "The difference between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk, the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous." Whoever controls the narrative controls reality.

The Doctor and Belinda reconcile, but not without a stern word from Belinda. She’s finally able to tell him how wonderful he is, but also to remind him that his actions scared her. The Doctor gave in to his weaker impulses, and she doesn’t let him forget about it. I love any companion that holds the Doctor to a higher standard, and Belinda is just that companion. However, their reconciliation is cut short when the TARDIS, attempting to land on May 24th, is filled with fire as its doors blow open. Is this the TARDIS exploding yet again, or maybe the Rani has broken through the doors with an assault similar to the one that killed the Sixth Doctor. Oh yeah, did I not mention Mrs Flood is the Rani? If you recall from my pre-season 2 blog, I guessed that Mrs Flood wasn’t the Rani. I didn’t want to believe it, but I’ve been hurt one too many times. But holy jumpin’ George, it’s finally her! And she bigenerated? How freaking fun is that?

You may wonder why I love the Rani so much. She’s only ever been in two televised stories (three if you count Dimensions in Time), and yet so many of us wanted to see her return. She calls herself Rani, the Hindi word for “Queen,” which fit her original actress, Kate O’Mara, like a crown. She had a regal egotism that the Master could only fake. And, like the Master, she enjoys a bit of subterfuge and disguise. Lesser men have referred to the Rani as the “Chick Master,” but that’s Anthony Ainley they’re thinking of. No, the Rani is far more calculating and far less mad, which makes her slightly more terrifying. There’s a cold logic and patience to her that makes her dangerous. She’s far more meticulous than either the Doctor or the Master. You get the impression during “The Mark of the Rani” that she’s shaking her head at these two Time Lord idiots who burn through regenerations like matches. I wouldn’t be surprised if her first appearance is still her first incarnation. You even get a sense of her no-nonsense approach by the way Mrs Flood automatically becomes subservient to the new Rani. Where the Master’s incarnations kill one another, hers follow a logic that the eldest incarnation is in charge. Squabbling is a thing for idiots.

Curiously, they decided to reintroduce one of the Doctor’s more science-minded villains in an era where magic and Chaos Gods have taken centre stage. I have two possible predictions about this. Either the Rani is fabricating a fictional world, or she’s looking to control this new form of science like she did its previous form. Does this mean she’s in control of the Gods or will her hubris bite her in the ass? Is she the Boss the Meep referred to? It’s tempting to say yes, but what’s interesting is that on two separate occasions, we’ve seen her die due to circumstances seemingly outside her control. Sutekh was able to reduce her to dust, and Kid’s plan shot her into space, forcing her to bigenerate. Either she’s a victim of circumstance, or these were calculated risks she had already factored into her plans. If it’s the latter, that’s kind of bad ass.

This episode was a lot of fun to watch and less fun to write about. I don’t relish having to breach sensitive topics, and I wish their messaging had been clearer. Juno Dawson showed a great flair for exciting and creative ideas. I loved the weird stand out moments like Dugga Doo (10 hour Dugga Doo cut on Youtube, please) and Holo-Graham Norton (how did nobody make that joke?). The costumes and makeup were top shelf. The sense of danger was real and palpable. The characters and villains were both complex. As much as the characters or the audience would like to draw black and white contrasts, the story is much more interested in exploring the uncomfortable middle ground. Kid and Wynn do have real cause to be upset. The Doctor’s actions weren’t great. I commend the story for not landing hard on any conclusions. Perhaps that is this episode’s secret strength. It is better to start a dialogue than try and control the narrative.

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Seen|Wally Clark

Summary: After Wally uses his key he’s seen by a human girl who helps him

Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings!: cursing, fem!reader, being called names, panic attack

Y/N was walking down towards the football field helping her friend, Maxine, search for her phone.

Maxine was in the chemistry room with their other friend, Hailey, also searching.

As she made it down the field she witnessed a boy fall across the field, which would be normal if it wasn’t 10pm and if the boy hadn’t came out of no where.

Literally no where. It’s like he came out of a void.

“What the fuck!? Are you ok?” She runs to his aid to which he responds with a frightened look as though she’s not supposed to be here even though she wasn’t.

He begins to breath faster than normal as if there’s not enough oxygen on earth to satisfy him and even though it’s 50° outside sweat beads begin to collect on his forehead. He grips the fake grass with one hand and with the other hand he grasps his chest.

“Hey! It’s ok! I’m here!” Y/N drops to her knees “You don’t know me but I’m here” The curly haired girl holds him “deep breaths” She whispers in his ear and models the deep breaths

She does this until he calms down.

“Are you dead?” The boy asks with fear in his eyes “No, I’m pretty alive” The girl giggles “Then how are you able to see me?” He sit up completely

The girl begins to show signs of concern “Are you high?”

“No, I’m Wally Clark” Wally stands up “I mean no I’m not high and my name is Wally…Clark” He sighs “I’m Y/N— wait, Wally Clark as in the dead football player?! What the actual fuck!” y/N stumbles back “No, come back” Wally reaches for her

“No!” She screams “Y/N? Who are you talking to?” Hailey asks as she and Maxine make their way to the field “What?” The now shaken girl spoke

“You don’t see him?” Y/N motions her hand towards Wally

Maxine raises a brow “You’re crazy there’s no one there” she sighs “Anyways we found Maxine’s phone” Hailey says before she and Maxine both walk off

“Hurry if you want a ride him, wacko” Maxine sighs

“That wasn’t cool of them” Wally speaks causing y/n to jump back in fear “You ok?”

“Nevermind me…how are you?” Y/N sighs and dusts off her clothes “I’m perfect thanks to you” Wally smiles “Great! Um I’m gonna go now” The shaken girl runs to her friend’s car

Next Day

Y/N is at her locker when Wally shows up again

“Hey!” He smiles “I just wanted to thank you again”

Y/N jumps

“Don’t mention it! And stop doing that” She refuses to look at Wally even though it’s a mostly empty hallway “Well this is just tubular that you can see me!” He beamed

“Tubular? What the hell” Y/N mutters “So you’re really the dead boy from the 80s”

“Yeah, I told you a thousand times before” He rolls his eyes “what’s that?” He reaches for the tiny speaker in the locker

“A speaker” A chocolate skinned Y/N informs “but I’m sure you’ve only ever had an MP3 player”

“Nah, Walkmans are more my style. MP3 players are probably more of Charlie’s time” He sets the speaker down “Charlie? There’s more of you?!” Y/N raises a brow

Just as Wally was about to provide a response Maxine and Hailey show up not knowing Y/N was there.

“You see how she’s been talking to air lately?” Hailey mutters “she’s a fucking psycho” Maxine crosses her arms “I know it’s so weird, nutjob” Hailey snickers as they laugh at Y/N’s expense

“They seem great” Wally sarcastically states “Whatever” Y/N slowly closes her locker “How about I be your friend? I’d treat you so much better” Wally smirks to which the girl responds with a smile

Part 2???