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thevindicativevordan · 11 months

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Comics this week?

Superman #4 - How? How is this so good? How did Williamson go straight from Dark Crisis into writing this? Is it just because he and Waid are talking regularly per separate interviews with the two of them, because the rise in quality here is enough to give me whiplash. It's like Williamson has read my blog because he's making moves I've been begging to see get made. Tying Silver Banshee with the Phantom Zone! Giving Metropolis a personality of it's own by making it obsessed with the future and contemptuous of it's past, to the point there are ruins of old "Cities of Yesterday" underneath the current city, which perfectly connects with the Moonlight plot thread of her being the ghost that haunts it! Jimmy Olsen being relevant and useful because he's a native Metropolitan unlike Lois and Clark, so he knows the history of the city in a way they don't! Plus he's dating Banshee who isn't even in the top 5 weirdest dates he's had, but might be one of the hottest. Wasn't sure if the first arc was simply beginner's luck, but now that the quality hasn't dipped in the second arc I rate Williamson's run higher even than PKJ Action. And I still greatly enjoy Action! What a nice experience to have where both of the mainline Superman books are worth reading.

World's Finest #15 - Coming down off my high from Williamson, this remains fine. Feels like Waid is on autopilot with this arc, "Newmazo" is a terrible name. At least next issue promises more Supergirl/Robin interactions which will hopefully liven the story up.

The Brave & The Bold #1 - Got this mainly for the Superman story but the other three weren't bad. King described this Batman story as "burgers and fries", what you see is what you get. If you want a dark, gritty Batman vs. Joker story, that's what this offers. Stormwatch has great art, Jeff Spokes reminds me of Ryan Sook, but I don't love the team. Needs more proper Wildstorm characters, and seriously who the fuck cares about Peacekeeper anymore? Kill him off ASAP. Mora's story had great art of course but the plot was just an excuse for him to do cyberpunk Batman art. Finally the story I actually bought the book for was the strongest of the four which was nice. Cantwell has a good handle on Superman's voice, I was surprised to see this takes place in mainline continuity, but the real draw for me was always seeing Javier Rodriguez draw Superman. Glad to share he does not disappoint, loved the page where Clark and Lois are examining the decoder ring.

Vigil #1 - Less of a superhero book and more of a spy one, but no less enjoyable for that. Ram V said he was drawing on Wildstorm and Planetary for this book and that is seen in spades. Morally ambiguous anti-heroes whose goals aren't mainly concerned with saving people, and who don't shrink at lethal force are exactly the kind of protagonists you'd expect to see in a Wildstorm book. I like this team, they feel like a group that could be different enough from the Justice League to justify their existence, unlike quite a few other teams.

Cyborg #1 - Ok first issue. Hampton is a relative newcomer to comics and that shows in some places like the clunky dialogue from the kids. Raney's art isn't a favorite of mine, and the cover being so different from the interiors is going to turn some folks away.

Superboy #2 - Cosmoteers are assholes, not sure if Porter will be able to win me over into liking them, but it makes for funny interactions at least. Superboy resolving to TTK punch his way through an enemy fleet is the most like his 90s self he's been since he came back wearing that look.

X-Men #22 - Was on the fence about dropping this too, but Duggan bought himself a stay of execution by finally moving the ORCHIS plot forward. Makes sense that ORCHIS would move on the wider superhuman community after the mutants when you remember that ORCHIS is just a front for the machines to take over. Speaking of which, Omega Sentinel returns! Are they finally going to address that turning Moira into a villain means we now have two characters who are functionally the exact same on ORCHIS? OS and Moira are both former X-Men allies turned enemies, both have transitioned from organic to robotic bodies, both founded organizations to prevent the futures they lived through from coming to pass, etc. Hickman worked hard to make OS into Moira's opposite for the machines, yet now that the two are on the same side we've never even seen them interact! Fall of X needs to change that.

Hulk Annual - Meh main story, but the epilogue pages got me pumped to finally get my hands on PKJ Hulk in a month.

Avengers #1 - For all Aaron's efforts, this feels more like Morrison JLA than anything he came up with. Everyone is competent and contributes to the fight, the art is great, and the tease at a larger plot with Kang sounds fun. First time since Hickman that I'm planning on reading the Avengers regularly again.

Fantastic Four #7 - Another fantastic issue, this time finally featuring Doom. Hickman was my entry run into F4 and made me a sucker for "Doom's ego is so great he would rather destroy reality than lose face" stories.

#weekly reviews

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1990jeevas · 3 years

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got bored, here's my overly specific dni list! rb with how many reasons you cant interact (note: this is all a joke for the most part, only a few of these actually piss me off and those ones still arent enough for me to unfollow/block/whatever else someone over)

bakudeku's, people who baby deku, people who villainize bakugou, bakugou antis, endeavor kins/simps/sympathizers/apologists, people who think the bakugou's aren't bad parents, villain/traitor mic, shinsou or bakugou enthusiasts, people who ship/shipped fiolee, people who've taken part in the finn/mordecai simp debate, people who know all the songs in hamilton word for word, neurotypicals, people who bought the schlatt plushie yet dont watch/like schlatt, youtooz technoplushie, people who don't like soul eater, soma shippers, people who can easily swallow pills, people who can dry swallow pills, bad boy craig tucker and/or kenny mccormick enthusiasts, non-monster fuckers, memori enthusiasts, john murphy antis, clarke griffin stans, bellarke stans, people who dislike the color green, extroverts, light yagami kinnies, junko enoshima kinnies, people who genuinely think bakugou is a boring/uninteresting/not complex character, dream, people over 5'10" (unless you're ranboo), twitter users with georgenotfound pfps, directioners, people who find museums boring, anyone who's ever sided with tony stark on anything (unless you're peter park), cishet mcyt stans, cishet deadpool fans, people who think eddie brock is straight, people who think eddie brock isn't dating venom, people who write eddie kaspbrak as bi and richie tozier as gay, people who dislike the found family trope, white east los high viewers, people who are good at photography and/or filming, cis white gay men, leo's (unless you're a kpop boy i like or corpse husband), people who had enough money to own osiris' growing up, straight holland fans, cishet men who stan girl groups, people who think 5'6" is short, math enjoyers, people who don't enjoy the song faggot by mindless self indulgence, people who enjoy twisted tea, sloppy drunks, people who get into slur discourse on twitter dot com, apple/youtube music users, people with youtube premium, people who are too pussy to pirate media, cishet male jojo bizzare adventures fans, one piece fans, nalu shippers, people who didnt have a creepypasta or happy tree friends phase, the 1975 fans, licorice enjoyers, current hollywood undead fans above age 15, airpod users, people who can't face the fact that android phones have some better features than iphones, people who think hayloft is the best mother mother song, barbs, blinks, people who've never hyperfixated on a fic/social media au/piece of fan media, texans, californians, jersey people and bostoners, anisa johma, people who dont think maxmoefoe is pretty, people named ashley, melanie martinez enjoyers, people who ship/shipped max and fang in maximum ride (yes that means james patterson too), sasuke fans, people who think dipper pines is cis, people who dont season their food properly (ie white folks), people who learned how to type "properly" in elementary school, kpop twitter users, people who havent heard more than three bbno$ songs, people who eat their steak well done, cishet idubbbz fans, pisces', white dirk and/or vriska kinnies, wooden pencil users, copic users, people who eat their burgers as burgers and dont separate each piece to eat individually, black butler stans, dark chocolate enjoyers, people who's favorite shape is a triangle and people who have paid for adobe programs

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modestroad · 4 years

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x. ice

LUTHOR MANOR is not a manor at all, but the Luthors love to be dramatic. Lena openesthe windows because the cottage smells like dust since the place was empthy the last, what, five years? Last time Lena have been here she was a teen and this was her getaway from boarding school (and Lex's drama).

“Okay,” Lena's voice comes muffling from next room and Kara stops what she's doing to go see. She finds Lena head inside the fireplace.

“Lena?” Madra's ears perks, but doesn't move from where he is, near Lena. Always near Lena.

“Kara, hey, the fireplace needs cleaning,” she says, head still in the fireplace. “Do you think you can-”

Kara's already on the roof and back before Lena can finish.

“Yes, okay, good.” She claps her hands to clean them. “Once we start a fire this place will warm up in no time.”

“What can I do?”” Kara asks and waits and frowns. She knows that look.

“Start the fire, I'll bring the food.”

Food turns out to be bread and stew and chedar cheese and Kara's about to cry when Lena laughs and is that a Big Mac?

“When? How? Lena!” She grabs the burger, afraid that it will disappear. Madra takes a few steps towards her and Kara's not proud, she's not, but she snaps at him. “No!”

“Jesus, Kara,” Lena laughs, but goes to comfort the pup. “He's just a wee boy, no need to eat the head off of him.”

“I'm sorry,” she is. “I'm so sorry, Madra, but...burger.”

Lena laughs again and hides her face to Madra's fur, whispering sweet noghtings to his ear until his tail is up and wagging, then she's kissing him softly, making Kara's heart beat faster inside her chest.

“He can have some,” she says weakly because she doesn't want to share her precious burger, but Lena loves Madra and Kara loves Lena so...

“I didn't bought just one burger,” Lena's voice comes muffled, face still hidden in Madra's fur and Kara is, maybe, a little jealous. “I know how much you love food, but Kara, you need to do something with your obsession over burgers. Every other corner is a Burger King or a McDonald and you're behaving as if you haven't seen a burger in ages.”

She's mocking her. Lena is moching her, Kara can hear the smile in her words, but she pouts (even if Lena can't see her) and says, “What can I say? I'm just a simple American girl.”

“Yeah, a simple American girl from Krypton,” Lena mocks yet again, but Kara is more than glad to note that there is not a single hint of anger in her voice. The last few months were hard, especially to Lena, but it seems that they are finally moving forward.

Much, much later, the sun is long gone and the fireplace warms and lights the room, Kara thinks that perhaps she shouldn't had that sixth burger because she feels heavy and lazy and nostalgic. This is nice, being with Lena alone in a cottage in the middle of nowhere in Ireland is nice, but she misses Alex and her apartment.

She miss flying.

Saving people.

(This is a dream and dreams don't last forever.)

“Do you think I should grow my bangs?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, you don't even think of it.”

“Kara,” Lena says from the opposite corner of the couch, “People change their hair when they want to make a change in their lives and after the year you had I don't blame you.”

“What 'bout you?”

Silence. Then, “I'm leaning towards a mohawk.”

“Don't you dare!”

They both laugh and after a while they fell in a comfortable silence, enough that food drunk Kara starts to doze off when she hears Lena stand up, almost falls asleep again when the sound of a bottle opening and the smell of whiskey hits her nose and sleep is the last thing on her mind.

“Lena,” she's alert now, more alert that she's been in the fight with Leviathans, ready to fight whatever demons torture Lena.

Lena pours two fingers of whiskey in a glass full with ice (Kara has seen Lena drink enough times to know that her friend likes her whiskey straight), “I'm grand, Kara. I'm in a good place.”

Kara swallows hard; she's worried as hell, but she also has to start trust Lena. Lena is a Luthor and Luthors, like it or not, like their secrets. Kara had as a hard time to accept that as Lena had a hard time to accept that her best friend is Supergirl. Lena takes a sip, walks back to the couch, looks her spot and then sits next to Kara.

She sits right next to Kara.

She sits so close to Kara that her thighs touch.

“You don't have to worry about me.”

Kara, who has come to hate the smell of whiskey on Lena's breath, shakes her head. Not worrying about Lena? Imposible.

“My father was an alcoholic,” Lena confess looking at the fireplace, avoiding Kara's eyes and Kara lets her. “He could be a violent drunk and he could be a lovely drunk, and after a while we learned – Lex and I- which drunk we would face.”

Kara stares at her, the need to hug Lena and never let her go stronger than ever, but she can hear the steady beat of her heart and knows that Lena don't need to be saved, not today. Today she's her own heroine.

“I really love the taste of whiskey,” she looks at Kara and nods in emphasis. “And I admit that I sometimes...most of the times, I abuse it instead of use it, especially the months after, you know.”

Yes, Kara does know. “You scared me.”

“I know,” she says soft enough that if Kara didn't had powers she wouldn't hear her. Lena takes a big breath, exhales. “Okay, since you're awake now and I'm bored, how about a game of chess?”

“How about no? I've seen your trophies, nuh uh.”

“And I've seen the Fortress of Solitude, Kryptonian, don't play dump with me.”

And that's how Kara ends up opposite side of Lena taking whites.

“You're blonde, I'm brunette, you play whites.” Lena commands and Kara obeays.

It takes Kara five minutes to make a move and somehow Lena manages to keep a straight face while she waits. Five minutes and three seconds later is Kara's turn again.

“You're overthinking it,” Lena accuse.

“You're like a grandmaster that can see five moves ahead, sorry if I want to think my moves first.”

Lena laughs and takes a sip from her watered down whiskey.

“You're cruel, Luthor, making fun of me.”

“Stop whinning, Kryptonian, and make a damn move.”

Thirty minutes later, Kara asks, “In how many moves do I lose?”

And Lena answers, “Ten if you move your knight, twelve if you take my rook with your bishop.”

“Well, shoot,” Kara bites her lip. “If only Lex and Clark played a game then maybe we would had avoid so much drama.”

Lena laughs again, deep and rich, and Kara loves that sounds.

She loves it!

“I'm a mess, Kara,” Lena says when she sobers. “I have so many issues I need to work through, but I really want to kiss you.”

“Oh.”

“I know it's not fair. I know. I took you away from your friends and fam-”

Kara doesn't let her finish.

In the blink of an eye she's there, inches away from Lena, and she hopes she didn't scare Lena, but all thoughts are gone because Lena is kissing her and she just melts into the kiss. They kiss until Lena gasps for breath, lips wet and a little swollen, cheeks red and eyes dark with hunger.

“Your move, Kryptonian.”

#supercorptober2020 #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #madra the wee dog #unbeta'd #I was homeless for a while and without internet access #but now I'm back #and I'll finish the prompts #no matter how late I am #tw: drinking #tw: alcholism

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cantgetoutofmyheda · 4 years

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Falling in Love in a Quarantine: Part 12

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PART 12: Day 24

Clarke woke with a smile on her face. The steady breath on her neck and arm clinging to her waist was surely part of the reason. The other was embracing the fact that her and Lexa finally made the full leap into their relationship the night prior.

She slowly opened her eyes and grasped for the hand that was holding onto her, the touch started to stir Lexa to wake.

“Mmm,” Lexa sighed. “Morning,” she placed a kiss to the back of Clarke’s neck.

“Morning to you, too,” Clarke rolled over to face Lexa. “Quite a night we had, huh?”

Lexa smiled, “Small fortune to pay to be able to have my way with you.”

Clarke raised a brow, “Small fortune?”

Lexa’s smile turned into a mischievous smirk, “All the money spent on the grill and patio furniture. Plus the house of manual labor.” She pretended to tally everything in her mind, “Hmm, yeah. Definitely the most expensive booty call I’ve ever had.”

Clarke swatted her chest, “Don’t be a jerk.”

Lexa leaned in for a kiss, in which Clarke happily welcomed.

“Last night was amazing,” Lexa smiled as she pulled away. “More than amazing, actually. Spectacular, even.”

“Oh?” Clarke jokingly batted her eyelashes, “Tell me more.”

“I just can’t get enough of you,” Lexa leaned in for another kiss.

Clarke sighed a content breath when Lexa pulled away, “I’m all yours.”

Lexa nestled her thigh between Clarke’s bare ones and brought her lips to her neck. She peppered a trail of kisses up to her ear, “Good. I think we need another go this morning. For good measure and all.”

“For good measure,” Clarke repeated with another sigh.

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“Yeah,” Clarke kicked her feet up onto the chair planted next to hers, as she let her eyes graze over Lexa. “I could get used to this.”

Lexa turned around with a smile plastered on her face, “I really should have bought this sooner.” She waved a hand over the grill, “It’s quite excellent and has really been getting my farther in life.”

Clarke rolled her eyes, “Just so we’re clear. I said I could get used to this because of the bountiful food it brings me.”

“I’m the one that brings you bounties of food,” Lexa corrected as she flipped the burgers. She shut the hood and walked towards the table. In a careful movement, she lifted Clarke’s legs to sit in the chair next to her, then lowered them back into her lap. “It’s just a new kind of food we’re having.”

“Charred and delicious,” Clarke wiggled her brows. “Should I go get the salad from inside, or do we have time?”

Lexa looked at the timer on her phone, “Five more minutes, maybe.” She took the sunglasses from the top of her head and fixed them on the bridge of her nose before she offered Clarke a smile, “I’m a fan of evenings like these.”

A grin appeared on Clarke’s face, “I’m a fan, too. Especially because of the burger I’m about to inhale.”

Lexa laughed as she started to stroke her fingers onto Clarke’s exposed ankle.

“Hey,” Clarke smiled in Lexa’s direction.

“Hey yourself.”

“So,” Clarke cocked her head to the side. “Your birthday is coming up.”

“It is,” Lexa agreed with a half smile. “Listen, before you say anything. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. At all. You know me and birthdays…”

Clarke rolled her eyes, “I do know you and birthdays, but I want to do something nice for it.”

“You do something nice for my birthday every year, Clarke,” Lexa started. “We’re literally in a quarantine, we don’t have to do anything.”

“But it’s the first year we get to celebrate it together,” Clarke replied. “Like, actually together. I want to do something nice for you.”

“How about we order in and I get to pick a movie,” Lexa suggested, her fingers were still grazing Clarke’s legs. “I just don’t want any fuss. And I don’t want our friends to feel like they have to log on to some video conference happy hour just on my accord.”

“Our friends would be more than happy to watch you take birthday shots on a video call, Lexa,” Clarke reminded her. “We could do something small and simple.”

Lexa raised a brow, “What do you have in mind?”

“What if I had mom bring over her folding tables and chairs,” Clarke started. She paused to get Lexa’s reaction, but the lift in her brow remained and Clarke could tell Lexa didn’t know what she was getting at. She took a deep breath before starting again, “What if Anya, Rae, Lincoln, and O came over.”

“Clarke,” Lexa shook her head. “That defeats the purpose of us quarantining.”

“Well,” Clarke nodded. “We have a grill now, and this patio furniture. What if we made a triangle of three tables all a safe distance from each other. We wear masks except for when we eat. We can do it safely, we’ll all be outside. If anyone has to use the bathroom, it’s right off the porch door, anyway. Hand sanitizer and wipes for everyone that goes in and out. As long as we’re safe about it, I don’t see an issue.”

“They’ve all been seeing each other,” Lexa thought out loud. “I don’t want them to feel obligated to come here, though.”

“If they don’t feel comfortable, then we can order takeout and watch whatever movie you want,” Clarke’s voice softened. “I know they’ve all been seeing each other and I honestly just feel awful that the only person you’ve been seeing is me.”

“I made that choice,” Lexa smiled. “And sure. If you think it’s safe, and if the four of them are comfortable with it, then yeah. It sounds like it could be a nice time.”

“You birthday conveniently falls on a Saturday too,” Clarke grinned. “So we can do a lunch, do a little day drinking, then have the night to ourselves.”

“You’re not working at all?” Lexa scrunched her nose. Clarke had worked every Saturday until last weekend, and Lexa was sure it meant she had to be in the hospital this coming one.

Clarke shook her head, “Switched with someone. It’s your birthday, Lex. You really think I’d let you be home alone all day for it?”

“I would be with Sandy,” Lexa corrected her. There was a pang in her heart. A good kind of pang. “You didn’t have to do that,” she smiled. “But thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Lex,” she smiled back.

Before Lexa could reply, the timer on her phone went off. “Burgers are ready for some cheese,” she started to get up.

“I’ll go get the salad,” Clarke followed suit. “I’m going to send a group text to see if everyone’s down for Saturday.”

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Raven raised a brow as she turned to Anya on the couch, “Griff’s throwing Lexa a birthday party? That’s cute.”

“Wonder if she’s gonna give her birthday sex,” Anya rolled her eyes. “But yes, it’s cute. I’m down to go, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” Raven nodded. “It’ll be nice. Clarke said we’ll all be careful about it. I don’t have any issues, and I do want to see this outdoor palace Lexa has built in Clarke’s backyard.”

“That’s a stretch,” Anya rolled her eyes. “It’s a grill and patio set.”

“Still weird that Lexa bought it for Clarke for no reason,” Raven suggested. “What’d she tell you? That it’s for everyone since we’ll all be hanging out there after all this shit is over anyway?”

Anya shrugged, “Something like that.”

“Has she said anything else about Clarke?” Raven wondered.

“Nope,” Anya shook her head. “Has Clarke?”

“Radio silence,” Raven sighed. “It’s almost been a month. They’re both secretly hot for each other. Maybe Saturday we can nudge them along a little.”

“Any more nudging from me and Lexa will literally throw a punch my way,” Anya noted. “I think Clarke is the way in with this one. At least she’s blatantly admitted to you that she for sure has the hots for Lex.”

“Yeah, true,” Raven nodded. “Griff will be easy to break anyway. Especially after two drinks.”

“Operation Clexa is in full effect,” Anya high-fived her girlfriend.

#filiaq #falling in love in a quarantine #clexa #clexa au #clexa modern au #clexa drabble #clexa fic #clexa ficlet #clexa ff #that time when clexa quarantined together #send me the headcanons #send me the asks #send me the prompts #my fic

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stormkrigeren · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 28!

Link to the Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34210837/chapters/86626177

Title: Bloody Hands - Clark

Prompt: No. 28 ‘It’s Not Just In Your Head’ - “Good. You’re Finally Awake.”, nightmares, panic

Trigger Warnings: blood

Word Count: 2225

The pub had once been an old storehouse - someplace to keep goods indoors and out of the unpredictable weather that often came out of nowhere on the northern edge of the Great Slave Lake. The building had been laying empty for years before someone came along and decided to turn it into the Bearcat Pub, only to give up halfway through the renovation and sell it to the likes of Weaver - who despite being a terrible businessman was pretty decent at getting things done. The storehouse was repaired, made watertight, and generally converted into a trucker bar now known by the name of ‘Cassidy’s’ after Weaver’s ex.

Time went by. Beer was made and sold, burgers and battered fish were added to the menu, and a fryer was bought for the kitchen to speed up the production of Weaver’s famous gravied crinkle-cut fries - though the damn machine tended to leak oil, becoming the reason that Jake was fired and thus a position for the role of busboy opened up at Cassidy’s Pub.

Jake wasn’t too happy about ‘getting the sack’ as he called it, and made that very clear to everyone in the restaurant as Weaver demanded that he clear out. A scuffle ensued between the ex-busboy and a regular patron over whether the discharge had been deserved, though Jake very quickly learned that he was in the wrong (not to mention at the wrong end of a fist) and hastily made his escape, shoving his way out the front door so violently he nearly knocked down the young man who had hardly mounted the porch steps.

“What’s going on in there?” the younger man asked, eyeing the disheveled Jake with surprise, and Jake eyed him back with a dirty look.

“None of your business,” he spat, and started towards his run-down truck at the far end of the parking lot when the dark-haired stranger called after him.

“Do you know if they’re still serving lunch?”

“Lunch is served till three,” Jake called back, who despite having recently been fired still felt it his duty to help out a potential customer as he turned back to give the boy some advice, “Listen here: that’s Weaver’s place, and you want nuthin’ to do with the man. Sure, the booze’s good and the poutine is the best in the province, but you blink wrong just once and you’ll be out on the street ‘afore ya know it. I wasn’t even in the damn kitchen when the fryer cracked, and look at me now!”

The younger man blinked, taking in Jake’s sudden rant with quiet contemplation.

“Well, if it isn’t your fault, couldn’t you just explain that to your boss?” he asked slowly, “Let’s go talk to… Weaver? That’s his name, isn’t it? I’m sure it's all just a misunderstanding and can be cleared up pretty quickly.”

“Son, if you can talk some sense into that old rat-bastard’s head, I’ll buy your lunch myself!” Jake professed, and jogged after him up the porch stairs into the bar.

The young man chuckled and held the door for him, “My name’s Will, sir.”

The inside of the pub looked decently clean (considering the fact that it was typically populated with long-haul truckers and local miners), though it still reeked of stale beer, sweat, and the overpowering scent of fatty bacon frying on a griddle.There were a few customers sitting at tables scattered around the room, talking just loud enough to be heard over the radio in the corner on which a newscaster was discussing a recent hockey game and traffic alerts. An older, unkempt-looking man wearing a dirty apron stood behind the bar, simultaneously watching a sizzling pan of bacon and polishing beer glasses - the young man could tell by the way Jake’s eyes darted towards him that this must be Weaver.

Approaching the bar, Will straightened up a bit, adjusting his bag across his back as he coughed politely to get the bar owner’s attention.

“Mr. Weaver, sir,” he addressed him, indicating Jake standing a few feet away as he did, “I was wondering if I could speak to you for a minute about this man’s position as busboy. I believe there’s been a mis-”

Weaver stopped him with a raised hand, balancing the half-cleaned glass and cloth in the other as he looked the man over. A young kid - couldn’t be much older than twenty-five - and an out-of-towner to boot, if his American accent was anything to go by. He had a duffle slung over one shoulder and was wearing an old green jacket likely picked up from a charity shop somewhere, all pointing to him being a drifter of some sort, though judging by his language and recently-shaved face, he was likely an honest one - better than Jake, at least. He would do.

Weaver nodded once and went back to wiping the glass. “Alright. Job’s your’s, kid.”

Will paused in surprise, blue eyes opening wide as he made to protest but Weaver shut him up with a hard glare.

“What’re you waiting for? Closet’s by the men’s room - now get your ass back there and put an apron on, busboy!”

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Winter set in quickly that year, and within weeks the territory had gone from receiving the occasional light frost to full-on snowstorms that often brought highway traffic to a standstill - not that it stopped any of Cassidy’s regular patrons from coming in for a pint. It was after one such blizzard that the leak was discovered: a bit of siding that had rotted away over the years and was letting snow into one of the walk-ins near the back of the restaurant. Weaver, who was not all too bothered about a bit of weather getting into a room that was already ‘cold as hell’s teeth’, was forced to reluctantly put an order in for the leak to be repaired before it got any worse.

Monday morning, a pair of part-time construction workers and someone’s brother showed up to inspect the issue and get started on fixing it up. Will, the new busboy who had hardly been working at the pub for more than two months, took a special interest in the repair work - partly because he had grown up on a farm in the middle of tornado country and had been replacing siding since he was eleven, and partly because somehow three men, a hammer, a nailgun, and a tablesaw sitting outside were still louder than a bar full of inebriated truckers.

His break time came around, and instead of sitting down with a glass of cola and a meal as he usually did, Will went around back behind the pub to see how the repairs were coming along. It was nigh on mid-afternoon now and the leak apparently fixed, though it would be another hour or two before the job could be called ‘done’ as there was still new weather/water-resistant paper to be installed and the siding to be replaced. Having nothing better to do, Will offered a hand and was soon put to work nailing weather paper to the side of the building with one of the workers while the other two measured and cut new boards to replace the rotted siding.

They had been at it for about half-an-hour when the accident occured. One of the men - Harold, Will remembered he’d said his name was - had been working the table saw when the plank slipped and the spinning blade hit his hand instead.

His scream brought everyone running, his friends immediately dropping their tools in favor of locating the very obvious problem - Harold was missing a finger, and what was left of it was bleeding profusely. One of the men yanked his phone out to dial 9-1-1 while the other tried to calm his injured buddie, reassuring him that everything was gonna be okay, they were gonna get him to a doctor and everything would be all right. Will was the only one of them who had the sense to grab a clean dish rag out of his back pocket and wrap it tightly around Harold’s stump, attempting to stem the flow of blood that was quickly staining the white cloth red, not to mention Will’s hands.

Will did his best to ignore it. He did his best to ignore the heavy metallic scent that seemed to linger in the air, and he did his best to ignore the crimson droplets scattered across the concrete beneath their feet, and he did his best to ignore the warm, sticky feeling dripping down his palms. Will did his best to ignore the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him every time he caught sight of the wound and focus instead on helping Harold sit down, constantly reassuring him that everything would be all right (even if Will himself didn’t feel that way). He found that he was trembling a bit now, hands shaking as the nausea settling in his stomach and he caught himself backing away - he would never admit that the sight of blood frightened him, that it sent him reeling and feeling as if he were about to pass out, but Will would admit that someone should let Weaver know what had happened.

He was up the stairs and in through the back door of the pub before anyone could ask where he was off to, his legs feeling unusually shaky as he made for the owner’s office. Someone had to tell Weaver, tell him that Harold had lost a finger, tell him that Harold was bleeding, tell him that Harold was covered in blood, and Will had blood on his hands…

A fresh wave of nausea hit him at the thought, and instead of continuing down the hall towards the office, Will found himself stumbling into the nearby men’s room. It was just as he had told Harold: everything was gonna be okay, everything was going to be all right. Only now instead of telling those words to an injured coworker, Will was chanting them to himself as he promptly lost the contents of his stomach into a grimy toilet, leaving bloody handprints on the bowl.

The ordeal left him trembling harder than before, and oddly enough, cold - Will never got cold, he hadn’t been cold in years… He didn’t really have the strength to wonder why, all of his energy sucked out of him by the mere sight of a little bit of blood.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, slumped on the floor of the bathroom stall and his vision swirling uncomfortably as he absently tried to rub the red liquid off of his skin. Nothing he did was working - it just continued to spread and it was getting everywhere and he couldn’t breathe- something about the whole ordeal shocked him enough that he was finally able to pull himself together, clarity hitting him like a tidal wave. Will still felt cold and shaky and weak, his pulse pounding in his ears like he had just run the longest race in the world when in fact he hadn’t stumbled much farther than fifty feet to reach the men’s room. Despite the nausea still churning in his stomach, he was just grateful he hadn’t passed out completely like the last time he had witnessed a bloodied wound. Grateful, and more than a little upset with himself.

Will had been nine years old the first time he fainted at the sight of blood. It was mid-summer, and he had been helping repair the old fencing along the property line when his dad cut his hand on a bit of barbed wire - Will had barely lost the contents of his stomach in the long grass before he promptly passed out. He woke up a few moments later, sick to his stomach with fright and both of his parents leaning over him worriedly, though his mom repeatedly reassured him that he was perfectly fine. Being so sensitive to others’ pain was nothing to be ashamed of, she told him time and time again.

And his mom would have been right, if only Will hadn’t been in a small town school, surrounded daily by rowdy sophomore quarterbacks and throwers with nothing better to do than tease the one boy who never played football. High school was torture, and for none of the usual reasons - every time someone walked past him in the hall with a broken nose or bloodied mouth from a lost tooth, Will would struggle for hours afterwards to hold himself together.

He hadn’t the slightest idea why the sight of a little bit of blood made him so sick - it wasn’t as if he would ever get hurt himself. In all of his twenty-six years on Earth, Will had never so much as gotten a cut or even a scrape much bigger than his fingernail, much less broken a bone. His fainting and nausea wasn’t caused by any particular medical problem as far as he or any doctors could tell. The only possible reason Will could come up with was very plain and simple: he was a coward, afraid of something that could do him no harm.

And looking down at his hands, still red with the blood of another man, that simple fact hurt more than any wound he could ever get.

#whumptober2021 #no.28 #panic #bloody hands #DCEU #Clark Kent #fic #blood tw #Red Capes #Superman #faints at blood

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The Best Laid Plans a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke Fanfiction

Summary: 5 times Max tries to propose to Zoey and one successful proposal

A/N: So this idea popped into my head the other day, and since I had trouble sleeping last night....tada!! I hope you all enjoy this fluff!

AO3

Max had it all planned out, a nice early dinner, a romantic walk along the beach to watch the sunset, and then he would ask her to marry him.

He had continuously checked the weather report, making sure that everything would be perfect. Sunny and 73 degrees, can't get much better than that.

Max had the ring in his pocket, it had been hidden away in his drawer for the past three years. Once he realized that he was no other woman for him than Zoey, he'd asked his mom for his grandmother's ring. It had been waiting there for the perfect moment, and today it was finally here.

Max had been nervous all day at work, unable to focus on any task at hand. What if she said no? She wouldn't...would she? No, he was certain that she would say yes.

He got home before she did, thankful to have a moment to calm himself down.

He opened the ring box and looked at it, imagining it on Zoey's finger. He smiled, a sense of calm washing over him.

"Babe? Are you in here?" he heard Zoey call out.

Shit! He quickly placed the box in his pocket, before heading out to greet her.

"Hello, love," Max smiled, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too," Zoey grinned. She tried to deepen the kiss but Max reluctantly moved away.

"Come on, we've got to get ready."

"Wouldn't you rather stay in tonight? I can make it worth your while," she teasingly ran her fingers along his buttons.

Max counted to ten silently, attempting to steady himself. "You can make it worth my while, after dinner," he said, grabbing her hands before they slipped any lower.

Zoey pouted, "Fine….I guess I'll go get ready." She threw an extra sway in her hips as she walked into the bedroom to get ready.

Max breathed a sigh of relief and checked the weather again. Still sunny and warm, so far so good.

Dinner went by in a blur, Max was so nervous he couldn't even tell you what they ate. He spent most of the dinner checking his pocket obsessively to make sure the ring was still there.

As they left the restaurant, Max suggested they take a walk along the beach, hoping she wasn't becoming suspicious of his plan.

Zoey smiled, as she leaned on his shoulder, "That sounds lovely."

They made their way down to the beach, stopping to leave their shoes on a nearby rock.

As they walked hand in hand Zoey told him about the latest hijinks at work.

"Can you believe that Tobin actually got his ferret certified as an emotional support animal? She looks adorable in her little vest, riding around on his shoulder. Good thing Joan is too busy running the company to notice!" Zoey laughed.

Max chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to her. He missed working at SPRQ Point, sometimes. But he found his true calling in helping out schools and libraries with their STEAM programs for kids. He was a natural teacher, his job allowed his creativity to flow and the children all adored him.

A cool wind picked up as the sun disappeared behind a cloud. Max glanced up and frowned, those were some very dark clouds overhead. Then he felt the first drops of rain beginning.

"Maybe we should head back," Zoey suggested.

"It's only a few drops. It's not that bad," Max replied, determined to not let a few raindrops spoil his proposal.

As if the heavens had decided to mock him, the rain began pouring down suddenly.

Max rolled his eyes at the sky and grabbed Zoey's hand. They raced back to where their shoes were and jumped into Max's car.

"Well, so much for romantic walks in the rain," Zoey quipped.

"Yeah, I don't think they mean this kind of rain," Max dryly replied.

Zoey leaned over to kiss him. "Well, it was still a lovely time. We'll go walk along the beach another day."

Max sighed and nodded as he started the car. He could feel the ring burning a hole in his pocket, he needed to come up with a new plan, and soon.

II.

After the rain fiasco, Max determined that keeping the proposal inside was a much safer option. He decided to surprise Zoey with a trip to the California Academy of Sciences. She loved going there when she was younger and had talked about going back when they had the time.

"Oh Max, let's go to the Planetarium next!" She said excitedly holding the map. He nodded and grinned at her eagerness, and they grabbed a spot line to wait for the next show to begin. Max glanced at his watch, 15 minutes till the show started, plenty of time.

He took a deep breath, "Zoey, there's something I've been…"

"Oh my gosh, Max look!" Zoey pointed at something in front of them.

Max turned to see a couple standing in front of the Planetarium, the man was down on one knee and holding out a box to the woman. A small crowd had gathered to watch the events unfold.

"Yes! A thousand times yes!" They heard the woman shriek in excitement.

Everyone burst into applause, except Max who stood there looking gobsmacked. "You have got to be kidding me," he mumbled, annoyed.

"That was so sweet," Zoey smiled at him.

"Yeah, really romantic," Max tried to keep his voice light.

"It was. So, what did you want to ask me?" Zoey said looking at him.

"Oh umm...I was thinking I might want to grow a beard and was wondering what your opinion was," he replied.

"You wanted to ask me if you should grow a beard or not?" Zoey looked at him puzzled. Max nodded, hoping she bought the lie.

"I mean, I hadn't really thought about it before, but yeah why not. I think it could be a good look."

"You do?" He asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, not like a full mountain man of course. But a little scruff could be very sexy," she smirked, running her hand along his smooth face.

"Well, then I'm glad I asked that important question," Max replied.

Zoey looked at him oddly and shrugged her shoulders, reading the program about what they would be seeing.

Max rolled his eyes at himself. Really a beard? That was the "important question?" There wasn't anything better you could have made up? Stupid couple ruining his plan, stealing his proposal idea.

The happy couple walked by them, "Congratulations!" Zoey called out.

"Wasn't it just so romantic?" The woman sighed, smiling at her fiance.

"It certainly was. Wasn't it, babe?" Zoey smiled at him.

"Oh yes, very romantic,” Max smiled tightly at them.

"Ooo, come on, the shows starting, " Zoey looped her arm through his and bid the couple farewell.

As Zoey enjoyed the show, Max began formulating a new plan, this one would leave nothing to chance.

III.

"No, I don't want to do the ring in her drink or food. I'll just give you guys the signal and then the violinist can come to the table and I'll propose then. It needs to be at the beginning of the meal….yes I know most couples wait until the end, but I'm not taking a chance with this. Yes, okay, thank you." Max hung up the phone, relieved that all the details were fixed with the restaurant. He and Zoey would go out to dinner, order their food and then Max would propose with the restaurant's violinist played nearby. It was the perfect plan.

Later That Evening

*sirens*

"How crazy is this?" Zoey said, huddled next to Max as they stood outside the restaurant.

"It's crazy alright," Max shook his head in disbelief.

"It's lucky no one was hurt in the fire," She replied.

"Except the violinist's violin and the waiter's pride," Max reminded her.

"Well honestly, the violinist shouldn't have placed himself there. Maybe then the waiter wouldn't have tripped over him knocking over all those candles. I wonder why he was standing so close to the table near us," Zoey rambled.

"Who knows, maybe someone had asked him to play nearby, " Max shrugged.

"Hmm, maybe. Well, I'm starving since we didn't get to eat. I think I saw a taco truck down the way," Zoey smiled at Max.

"Sure, tacos sound good."

"Come on, last one there is buying!" Zoey teased racing ahead of him.

Max chuckled, as he chased after her. He needed to stop trying to plan the perfect proposal. He would just carry the ring with him and ask her when the moment was right.

IV.

The park was crowded, though it always seemed to be that way for the summer concerts. Max and Zoey had forgotten about them when they had made plans to take a walk in the park.

At least the paths were clear, everyone was crowding over at the lawn to find a seat before the show started.

They strolled hand in hand along the pond, quietly enjoying the way the water reflected the sun.

Zoey sighed and smiled as she looked at Max. "It's so peaceful here," she said. "As though we were the only two people here."

Max grinned, this was it, this was the moment. Palming the ring box, he knelt on one knee behind her.

"Zoey…"

"YO, ZO-DOG!" They heard a voice yell.

Zoey turned and saw Tobin walking towards them. Was that Abigail with him?

"Hey!" Zoey grinned and waved at the couple as they approached.

Abigail smiled at Zoey as she leaned in for a hug.

"Hey bro, trouble with your shoe?" Tobin asked, looking down at Max who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Ummm yeah, just needed to tie it. All good now " Max replied. He slipped the box back in his pocket, before standing up.

"What are you guys doing here? I didn't even know you were seeing each other," Zoey commented.

"Oh yeah, we just started hanging out, outside of work and we just clicked. We're keeping it on the DL for now, but of course, you guys know all about that," Tobin tossed them a knowing wink.

"What? No, we weren't a thing when we worked together," Zoey sputtered as she blushed.

"Sure, whatever. Anyway, we were coming to check out the concert, but it's some lame dad rock cover band so we decided to ditch. Figured we could go grab some burgers instead," Tobin replied.

"Ooo, burgers sound good right about now. You mind if we tag along?" Zoey asked. She turned and silently asked Max if that was okay with him and he nodded.

Abigail grinned and signed, 'Of course not. The more the merrier!' She looped her arm through Zoey's and they started to make their way out of the park.

"You okay, bro? You seem a little tense," Tobin looked at over at Max.

"Nope, fine. Everything is just fine," Max ground out.

"Well, come on then!" Tobin ran excitedly ahead to catch up with the girls.

Max shook his head, he was beginning to feel like the universe had it out for him. He sighed and went to catch up with the group. Maybe a public proposal wasn't the way to go, too many things could go wrong or interfere. A more private proposal, just the two of them at home, that was the ticket.

It was movie night, they had maintained the tradition even after they started dating. Though once they became a couple there were a few times they had to rewatch the movies because they got too distracted during them.

It was Max's turn to pick and he had decided on, Big Trouble In Little China . He got everything set up, making sure the popcorn and wine were ready, so they could start as soon as Zoey got home. She'd been working long hours this week, she deserved to have a night where she could just kick back and relax.

Zoey came wearily trudging through the door and dropped her purse, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Welcome home, love," Max greeted her with a kiss.

"Mmmmm," she replied.

"Go put on your comfy clothes and then come sit on the couch. I've got everything ready, so you can take it easy," he told her.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," she smiled at him. Slowly she stumbled to their bedroom to change.

Max put away her purse and keys and poured her a glass of wine.

She emerged in her PJs and Max led her over to the couch. She snuggled up next to him and took a sip of her wine.

Max hit play and they started the movie.

Zoey was enjoying the film, it was ridiculous and totally 80's, but it was the kind of fun she needed after the week she had.

She glanced over at Max and grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"What was that for?" He smiled at her.

"Because I can," she replied, reaching for more popcorn only to find an empty bowl.

"I'll go make more," Max said standing up.

"You don't have to," Zoey protested.

"I want to," Max replied, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Just relax, I'll be right back."

Max threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave, as he watched Zoey from the corner of his eye. She was leaning on her hand against the armrest, totally absorbed in the film.

He smiled, this was everything he wanted in life, right here at home. It dawned on him that this was the perfect opportunity. He raced into the bedroom and retrieved the ring from his drawer.

He walked back out just as the microwave dinged. He poured the popcorn into the bowl and made his way back to the sofa.

He set the popcorn on the table and knelt on the floor next to Zoey's side of the sofa.

"Zoey, there's something I wanted to ask you," he started.

Zoey let out a small snore, causing Max to look up in surprise. She had fallen asleep…. Max shook his head and chuckled to himself. Poor Zoey, she was more tired than she had let on.

He set the box down and scooped her into his arms.

"I was watching that," she sleepily protested, snuggling against him.

"With your eyes closed?" Max teasingly asked.

"Hear better that way," came the mumbled reply.

"Mmhmm, and the snores?"

"I don't snore!"

"No, you're right, my mistake. Must have been someone else snoring."

"Hmph," Zoey responded.

Max gently placed her in their bed and tucked her in. "I love you, Zoey."

"I love you too, Max," she sleepily replied.

Max smiled and headed out to put away everything. He picked up the ring box and sighed, someday he'd get the chance to ask her, and it would be absolutely perfect.

+ 1

Zoey jiggled her leg nervously under the table where they sat.

"Zoey, are you okay? You look pale..er than usual," Max asked her.

"No, I'm fine. I'm actually really happy*," Zoey replied grinning at him.

"Oooookay," Max said looking at her oddly.

Mo had invited them to hear him perform at a local bar's open mic night, so they went to support him.

"When do you think Mo is on?" Max asked.

"Mmm, I don't know. Oh, look here he comes," Zoey pointed to the stage.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Mo, but I am not the one who will be dazzling you tonight with my voice."

Max looked at Zoey confused, and she shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Instead, my good friend, Zoey Clarke, has a very special performance for you all," Mo grinned and gestured for Zoey to come up.

Max stared at her as she stood up and tossed a wink at him as she made her way to the stage. Mo handed her the microphone, "Thank you Mo. Hello everyone, I'm Zoey Clarke, and Max, this one's for you."

Zoey blew Max a kiss and began to sing.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask how my day was

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

Max watched, stunned as Zoey sang to him. She began to make her way off the stage still singing, as she walked towards him.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

The music stopped as Zoey stood in front of him smiling. She slowly lowered herself to one knee. "Max Richman, you are the love of my life, my best friend, and I can't imagine spending another moment without you by my side. Will you marry me?"

Max slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box. "That was supposed to be my line," he grinned. "Yes, Zoey Clarke, I'll marry you!"

Max pulled her up, slipping the ring on her finger before capturing her lips with his.

Around them, everyone in the bar cheered and congratulated them.

They pulled apart flushing and breathless.

"I guess the universe was trying to tell me something after all," Max grinned.

Zoey looked at him confused.

"I'll tell you later."

"I'm just glad everything went smoothly. You have no idea how worried I was that something would go wrong or ruin it!" Zoey told him.

"No, you're right, I haven't a clue how that feels," he laughed and pulled her into another kiss.

A/N: Song is "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morissette (Listen to it here https://youtu.be/4iuO49jbovg)

*Episode 1x07

#clarkeman fanfiction #Clarkeman #max x zoey #zoey x max #max x zoey fanfiction #zoey x max fanfiction #max richman #zoey clarke #Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist #zoey's extraordinary playlist fanfiction #ZoeysPlaylist #Zoeysplaylist fanfiction #zoeys playlist #Zoeys playlist fanfiction #fanfiction #The Best Laid Plans

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Woo hoo!!! Welcome back horny hour!!! 🥵 Your first ask was a great way to kick off the return of horny hour! So many great tropes like semi public sex in a changing room in a lingerie store where clexa finally confessed their feelings! Clarke is definitely going to need her burger for energy since I know they'll be fucking nonstop when they get back home

Horny hour is here!!! 🙌

🤔 i wonder if Lexa would actually fuck Clarke right away 👀 oh can you imagine Clarke being all excited that theyre gonna get home and fuck but Lexa tells her she can suck her dick and they can cuddle but Lexa requires minimum of two dates before they actually fuck. Clarke gets all sad because they've known each other for so long!! Cmon!! But Lexa shakes her head, nope, two dates, and she can get her pickle wet.

To be fair Clarke has so much fun on those dates and it really solidifies how much she likes Lexa that she forgets the second date is /the/ date.... that is until Lexa says she's gonna go get something from the bedroom and comes back in the lingerie she bought. Clarke was ready to cuddle, kind of adorable how quick her dick jumps up like "oooh show time???!!!!" Ajsnzksjsod

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #sjskssjos dorks

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chicago’s very own auriella yates has been spotted on madison avenue driving a porsche 718 spyder , welcome ! your resemblance to jasmine tookes is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty - fifth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re guileful , but being unadulterated might help you . i think being a virgo explains that . three things that would paint a better picture of you would be the lingering scent of her perfume on crisp white sheets , the soft touch of short satin dresses against her thighs , and the soft glistening of diamonds during golden hour .

hi again , kitty gorls ! it’s jin showing up on your dash for the last time with my sweet peach miss auriella yates . she’s a rendition of a hailey b . chara that i have , so she’s quite the mess , but as lovable as ever ! as you’ve probably figured , i didn’t have much muse for guiliana anymore so i decided it was best to let her go and bring someone else ( also , i’m really sorry about not fulfilling that starter call . please don’t hate me 🥺 ) . my muse is soaring for auriella so be prepared for me to slide into your dm’s for plotting up a storm ! that being said , here’s another long one !

basic information .

FULL NAME : auriella kaia yates .

NICKNAME(S) : auri , mostly .

BIRTHDATE + AGE : september 9th , 1997 + 22 .

ZODIAC : virgo .

HOMETOWN : chicago , il .

GENDER : cis female .

NATIONALITY : american .

ETHNICITY : african american , brazilian , west indian , barbadian , and european .

HEIGHT : 5′5″ .

LABEL(S) : the harlequin , the trust fund baby , the vainglorious , the coquette , and the sovereign .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN : english and learned basic french in high school .

OCCUPATION : socialite , makeup artist , and businesswoman .

POSITIVES : impulsive , alluring , unadulterated , facetious , and melodious .

NEGATIVES : complaintive , acquisitive , guileful , starry - eyed , and bellicose .

biography .

auriella yates is the sixth child of eight , born to simone and joshua yates in the windy city of chicago , illinois . she has three older brothers ( chance , charles , and clark ) , two older sisters ( adriana and amelia ) , and a younger brother and sister ( calvin and aurora ) . patrick and simone for some reason found joy in naming their sons with c names and their daughters with a names , but it works for them nonetheless . the family could afford such a grandiose lifestyle in chicago thanks to simone’s lifestyle and wellness brand called honey & lemon ( goop , who ? ) that has since expanded from a newsletter to e - commerce , pop - up shops , a magazine , and a podcast . patrick , on the other hands , is a famous vegetarian chef that has launched three cookbooks while also having his own cooking series on the food network along with a cookware partnership at target . together , they own a vegetarian restaurant in downtown chicago called lemongrass .

growing up , since auriella had so many siblings , she never had an uneventful day . their parents strongly believed in their children playing outside instead of being stuck in front of the television all day , so they often took advantage of their large backyard when they lived in the suburbs of chicago . they were the parents who let their rowdy bunch ruin their perfect grass because they wanted to play in the mud . their parents may have afforded them luxuries that others didn’t have and while their parents had been busy people , patrick and simone refused for their children to be raised by nannies . they were heavily involved with everything that their children did , ranging from their pre - school graduations to their high school proms .

auriella had always been a rather outgoing girl throughout high school , and she knew she was cute so she started an instagram page when she was about thirteen or so . originally , her pictures were just cringey dirty mirror pics and photos with her friends , but as she explored the app more and more , she discovered makeup and her love for it ! so , despite the terrible youtube - tutorial makeup that she tried to recreate , auriella never gave up on her ability to do better . as she moved through high school , her makeup skills got better and better , so once she graduated , auriella knew what she wanted to do in life !

she went on to attend make up first in chicago , and obtained certificates in basic makeup i + ii , media makeup , and media: runway , editorial , and fashion . once she was finished with her schooling , auriella went on to grow her brand and get her name out there . she used instagram a majority of the time , and thanks to that and word of mouth , she grew a significant following and went on to have a few celebrities under her belt . thanks to the help of her parents , auriella decided that she wanted to get into the makeup business entirely , and decided to stick her foot into makeup production .

the brand originally only focused on her favorite thing : eyeshadow palettes ! the palettes were originally rather small , consisting of four to six colors as they perfected the formula . she eventually began to receive rave reviews and decided that it was time to expand into everything else : mascaras , lip products , foundations , blushes , highlighters and everything else under the sun . from there , kaia beauty is now being sold in sephora , ulta , and on kaiabeauty.com ! she had the second largest foundation drop ( following fenty beauty because we stan miss rihanna in this house ) .

that being said , running her own business is one that auriella is still getting used to despite it being two years since the launch . she’s thankful for the expansion of her brand and she’s still working out of her townhouse because she hasn’t found the perfect space for a headquarters just yet ! it’s one of her biggest dreams at the moment and she wants to expand kaia beauty into skincare but the end of the year .

personality .

the label she mostly identifies with would definitely be the harlequin . she can be really loud and playful at times , and she can easily get called out for not taking things seriously .

at the same time , though , she can be pretty sexual in her speech . she has no problem with people looking at her differently for doing so . she really lets a lot of things roll off of her shoulders , but she’d be a liar if she said that some things didn’t get to her .

auriella can be really full of herself and simple compliments can typically leads to her going on and on about herself , so please feel free to shut her up at any given time ! much like anyone her age , she can be found prowling around on instagram or twitter and can never go shopping without taking at least three to seven mirror selfies .

headcanons .

she lives in a beautiful townhouse on west fourth street and she’s really proud to say it because she bought it with her own money ! she likes to be different so she really hates range rovers and instead drives an audi q5 ! sounds kinda dumb since she lives in nyc , but she likes it because it gives her freedom to go where she wants when she wants to .

she never leaves the house without a purse and never without a pair of earrings on ( she thinks she’s ugly without them ) . she’s obsessed with all things cartier and she loves to accessorize , but not to much . she keeps scrunchies in her purse at all times , so if you need one just ask !

when it comes to her style , i draw a lot of inspiration from instagram if i’m being honest . she wears a lot of denim shorts , oversized tees , cropped sweaters , bodysuits , chunky sneakers ... honestly , the whole nine yards . for some examples click x , x , x , x , x , and x .

she’s been vegetarian since she was a kid because that’s all her dad ever cooked ! sometimes the scent of meat makes her sick and sometimes she fakes it so people will leave her alone . she’s definitely the one who shows up to the function with her fake burgers , but you know she has a bottle of vodka along with it .

finds joy in doing the little things ? she’s not the greatest at art but really enjoys buying a canvas and trying her best to recreate or create something ! probably gets a lot of art ideas from tik tok ( those kids are seriously talented ) and really likes to do her makeup even when she has no place to go . she loves laying on her couch and doing nothing ( and sometimes she might be kinda naked when she does it ) .

secret .

okay so , auriella’s secret is that an ‘ anonymous ’ source leaked her nudes to the press , but her parents paid off publications from releasing them . that was mostly done because she was about 17 / 18 in those pictures but of course they’re not age on them so there’s that ! the source of course wasn’t that anonymous and it turned out to be an ex ( which is really gross so this won’t be a wanted connection ) , but she’s not ashamed of them by any means !

#wealthyhq:intro

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lost-n-stereo · 5 years

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A/N: A little late summer one-shot. Fills the Kiss Meme Prompt #20 “A kiss on the neck”. Title from “Backseat Serenade” by All Time Low. Some language and mild sexy times because duh.

salty like a summer day (kiss the sweat away)

It’s dark when he pulls up to her street, the summer sun long since set. The lights are off in her house save for the back porch bulb that he knows clicks off automatically at midnight. It’s times like these that he hates his car, because no matter how beautiful the vintage Camaro is it also boasts an engine that could wake the dead. He cuts the engine immediately, hoping like hell it didn’t wake her parents.

The night is still as he waits with baited breath but no lights turn on upstairs and no neighbors come out to investigate.

It’s hard sometimes, being the boy from the wrong side of the tracks, when you’re dating the girl from the right side. But it’s a secret, this thing they have between them, and even though he knows that right now it’s for the best it still kind of pisses him off that this is the only way he gets her.

Better than not having her at all, he supposes.

It doesn’t take long before her front door is opening and closing, the only light guiding her towards his car coming off her cell phone screen. He can see her wild blonde curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun that he can’t wait to mess up later. She’s in nothing but pink cotton sleep shorts and a black tank top because despite the fact that summer is almost over it’s still hotter than hell outside.

But so is this girl. Damn.

She’s got a grin so wide he can see it through the dark and then she’s racing around his car, opening the squeaky metal door as quietly as she can before pulling it closed behind her.

“Hi,” she says breathlessly and he smirks, reaches over and slides his hand around the back of her neck. He barely has to tug and she’s leaning into his kiss, the strawberry lip gloss she’s been wearing all summer the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“I wasn’t expecting you to text tonight,” he says, pulling away from her reluctantly so he can start up his car. They both wince at the loud noise, damn his need for a souped-up ride, and he waits until he’s sure the coast is clear before heading towards their favorite late night destination.

It’s been the same all summer. Clarke does shit with her friends during the day, the ones from her own side of town, and then at night she texts him to hang out. He doesn’t think of it like a booty call because they don’t always hook up. Sometimes they spend the night at the diner his mom used to work out, binging on greasy burgers and deep fried zucchini. Other times they end up at the abandoned drive in theater, lying on the hood of his car while he shows her the constellations and tells her the stories of their origins.

She told him once that a bad boy history nerd was something she never knew she always wanted.

Not that he’s a bad boy, by any stretch of the imagination. But in this town, when you’re from Arkadia Heights, and not Arkadia Proper, it doesn’t matter if you’re a straight A college student with a full time job that also takes care his younger sibling in the wake of your single mother's death. In the eyes of the elite, you’re less than.

Clarke Griffin has never looked at him like he’s less than, though. Not when she brought her cute little hybrid into the auto shop he works at to have a taillight fixed. Not when he made a move, asking for her phone number even though he was positive she was way out of his league. And not even when they went to that cheesy diner for their first date. Clarke looks at him like he can give her the world without needing a single cent to his name.

“I just wanted to see you before school tomorrow,” she says as she runs her fingers up and down the back of his hand where it sits on the gearshift. It should weird him out a little, dating a girl that’s still in high school but she’s a few months from eighteen and he’s barely twenty. That's part of the reason that she hasn’t told her parents about them yet, because she swears that while they aren’t rich snobs like people she knows they might have a problem with his age.

“I’m glad you did,” he says, lifting her knuckles up and brushing a kiss across them. “I missed you.”

He finds himself saying shit like that around her that he’s never said with anyone else before. Not even Echo, the girl he dated almost all through high school. He honestly thought he’d marry her but she went to college in another state and they just couldn’t keep it together through the long distance. That’s how he knows she wasn’t the one for him. For the one you’d be able to work through anything to keep them in your life.

Things like dating in secret for three months.

“So, where to tonight?” He gives her a smirk and she blushes as she scrolls through his playlist, settling on a slow cover of a song by Joshua Hyslop that he knows she loves. Her soft voice floats over to him as she sings along and he swears that he doesn’t think he could live without this girl even if he wanted to.

The giant screens of the old drive in flash bright white when his headlights hit them and he knows what Clarke is going to say even before the words leave her lips.

“I wish we could have come here when it was open.”

It’s something she’s said more than a dozen times over the summer. One night he brought this little cell phone projector that he bought to see if they could watch it on one of the screens. It only ended up taking up a corner of it but she still kissed him like it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

He parks in front of one of the screens and rolls down his windows before he shuts off the engine. The air outside is still stifling hot but a light breeze hits them every so often and cools their already sweating skin.

“Bellamy…”

Her voice is barely audible over the music that’s still playing softly in the background.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he says with a dry laugh and if she’s about to break up with him he thinks it’s a pretty shitty way to do it considering they have a thirty minute drive back to her house. “Just say it, Clarke. Is this,” he motions between them with his index finger, “over?”

“What? No!” Her voice is too loud in the quiet car and she shakes her head at not just him but also herself. “No, of course not.”

She reaches for him, pulling him so he’s practically in her seat, and kisses him. Her fingers scratch at the back of his neck like he loves and he nips at her bottom lip like he knows she does.

“So, what’s wrong?”

Clarke pulls away so she can look at him and it’s crazy how just being this close to her can make his heart pound out of his chest.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

She says the words so bluntly that it takes him a second to catch up. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth and he grins slowly, lifting his thumb up and pulling it down.

“Really?”

Clarke scoffs a little, her flushed cheeks visible even in the dark. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“Well, I am,” he admits. “It’s not every day the princess falls in love with the pauper.”

“Stop that,” she says seriously. “You’re not a pauper and I’m not a princess. And I just told you I love you. You could at least say something back.”

Bellamy grins and tugs her closer to him. “You didn’t actually say the words.”

Her breath hitches when he runs his finger along the strap of her tank top. “I love you, Bellamy Blake.”

There’s no way to hide the grin on his face so he doesn’t try to. “I love you, too.” He whispers the words against her lips and she lets out a little moan that goes straight through his body. “Now, will you please come over here so I can kiss you properly?”

She laughs as she climbs over the center console and straddles his waist, her hands diving into his hair at the same time her lips connect with his. Kissing someone has never felt this electric, like the simple act of kissing her could start a fucking forest fire. The breeze is gone, causing the entire car to heat up like a furnace but he doesn’t even care. A light sheen of sweat builds everywhere the tank top doesn’t cover and he groans, licking a stripe over her shoulder and kissing up her neck.

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers in her ear and she lets out the sexiest moan when he bites the skin behind her ear.

He practically dies when she rasps out, “What do I taste like?”

“Summer,” he says as he kisses his way back down her neck. “I can’t wait to find out what you taste like in the winter.”

She giggles, this soft little sound that he adores. “Probably hot chocolate,” she says into his mouth. “I love hot chocolate.”

“Good to know.”

They end up in his backseat, her legs wrapped around his waist as he buries his face into her neck. By the time they both come down it’s practically a sauna in his car.

“It’s so fucking hot,” she says, the curse word rolling off her tongue so easily it makes him laugh.

“I’m corrupting you,” he says as he pulls himself away from her. “You hardly swore at the beginning of the summer.”

“Maybe,” she shrugs as she pulls her tank top back on over her head. “But I love it.”

“Good.”

The lights of her house are still off when they pull up a few hours later and he reaches for her before she can open the door that’ll take her away from him for who knows how long. School is starting for both of them and with his job and taking care of his sister, he won’t be able to sneak out in the middle of the night to spend time with her.

“I’m sorry summer has to end,” he says, his voice a little sadder than he meant it to be. “I don’t want to lose you, Clarke.”

“You won’t,” she tells him seriously, and when she kisses him he knows that she means it. “I’m telling my parents about us. This is real and I want everyone to know it, even if they don’t understand.”

He nods and smiles, kisses the tip of her nose before gesturing to her house with a tilt of his head. “G’night , Princess.”

She’s almost to the door when she turns around and shouts, “I love you, Bellamy Blake!” then tilts her head back, laughing before she skips the rest of the way to her front door.

His chest rumbles with laughter as he drives away, reaching for his cell phone when he hits the stop sign at the end of her street. He thumbs out a text to her before driving back towards his own side of town.

And I love you. Even if you are a little crazy.

Everyone in love is a little crazy, Bellamy. You’re just going to have to get used to it.

And he can. For her, he really, really can.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bffnet #bellamy and clarke #fanfic #it must've been some kind of kiss

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jancys-blue-bayou · 5 years

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Yeah so Stranger Things 3 was painfully bad

Yeah yeah big negative post about ST3 coming up. Just... holy shit, my expectations weren’t exactly high but jesus I didn’t think it’d be this bad. Wow. Mindboggling to think it was made by the same dudes who made season 1, it feels like a different show. Some of the worst writing I’ve seen in a long while, parts of season 3. This got very long because it was very bad so it’s under the cut. Starting with the few positives and then away we go...

Of course there were bright spots, I thought what we got of Jancy was generally good (just wish there had been more of it. Just like... more lines between them, a few moments could’ve gone on longer...like after the awesome hospital fight scene jesus just let them fucking desperately embrace and profess their love for each other, it was awesome how they relentlessly kept going at the monster to save the other but can we please just have a few more seconds for a comfort moment after?) I liked how they handled the fight btw, apart from the Oliver Twist comment yeah yeah heat of the moment but still felt OOC with that loa a blow. Nancy and Karen scene was nice and um... well Max and El bonding was nice. And um... Mr Clarke! And I kind of dig Murray.

My main issues with it:

- The product placement. Jesus Christ. Okay, ST has always been a show with noticeable product placement. But it’s gone from things like a Coke can prominently on display on a table in s1 (El crushing it with her mind) to literally having a straight up ad for Coca Cola in the middle of a tense scene. That’s the big offender that made me go wow you’re really doing this to yourselves huh, there are many others ofc (everything at the mall ofc, Slurpees being in hyperfocus for a bit, and a lengthy talk about Burger King. These smaller things one by one wasn’t the worst but all combined jesus it was too much, all added together and then bam the Coke commercial was wow... Congrats on the like 80 sponsorship deals and esp the new ST themed arcade hall by Coca Cola hope it was worth completely selling out for.

- Relatedly, the original fucking song. Holy christ talk about jumping the shark. That was the oddest, cringiest, weirdest shit I’ve seen in a long time. Gaten’s a great singer don’t get me wrong, but there’s a time and place for it and an original song stuffed into the middle of the tense climax of the season is not it Duffers. Just a blatant cash cow, hoping to bring in more money via the song.

- Robin. Sorry but holy cow what a Mary Sue. Hey here’s this super cool girl who’s cool™ and funny™ and super smart™ and NOT Nancy (like they seriously for real said in a scene, they actually for real had to pit Robin and Nancy against each other for no reason). And she conveniently has these specific skills needed for the plot (which she gets involved with for no real motivation other than having nothing better to do, lazy writing). Said skills were so over the top unrealistic it completely sucked me out of it. To start with, this random girl in small town Indiana in 1985 speaking French, Spanish and Italian um... does Hawkins High have the most amazing language department or what? Very un-american in that case... and okay then, her knowing those languages wouldn’t help jackshit with understanding Russian. Russian is a notoriously difficult language to learn and it is not related to the Romance languages at all, Robin knowing those languages and oh, having “a good ear” bc she’s in band (?!??! what?!) wouldn’t help her at all. Having the alphabets on the wall and listening to strange words in a foreign language she has no understanding of would never work. No way for her to understand what is she’s hearing, what letters are in the words just, nothing. It’s completely ridiculous. The good thing is she’s a lesbian, crushing Stobin that made me LOL. Btw, I don’t get what age they were writing her as? She’s still in school but later says she and Steve was in the same class, and she knows who Nancy is but Nancy, who is still in school, doesn’t know her even though presumably they’d be in the same year at little Hawkins High? Was it just sloppy writing or what?

- Too. Much. Plotting. What happened to “this season is about the characters” um there was just so much plot stuff and action sequences and barely any character driven moments at all. Those intimate moments that made s1 amazing. Generally regarding plots felt the Russian plot was messy and not well-written also what happened to the US government as the big bad? Unless they’re setting up a big Cold War thing for s4. And felt the zombie thing was wasted, could’ve been used differently like I’d have thought it’d be used like the MF spreading it’s influence over vaster areas and being harder to keep track of etc.

- Too little Will. Will’s whole thing with feeling left out etc was just dropped halfway through it felt very undercooked. His arc was just dropped wtf.

- NO BYERS FAMILY INTERACTIONS WTF. The sequence in the first episode when Jancy has overslept and Joyce wipes the lipstick off Jonathan was cute (but could’ve been even cuter I’d have preferred a short fluffy Jancy moment here just as they wake up before they realize they overslept, bc we didn’t get much pure fluff, and then it’d been awesome if Joyce would’ve just called Nancy into the house to mess with them). But like... that’s kind of it. For the Byers family. Talking to each other in the whole season. When they partnered Jancy with the kids many thought awesome we’ll get Byers bros talking and teaming up (and Nancy and Mike) but there was just nothing. Not even a family hug after the battle at the mall, just Joyce hugging Will, with all this tightknit little family has been through you telling me Jonathan wouldn’t join in?

- No Will and El bonding wtf? SUCH a wasted opportunity. They’ve built this unique awesome connection over s1 and s2 and now in s3 would finally be able to bond normally for real and... nothing.

- Turning Hopper back into an even bigger jerk than he was at the start of the show, neglecting all his character development. What was the point of the whole El and Hopper thing they devoted so much time to in s2 if Hopper’s back at it with the yelling and all now? And jeez his constant whining to Joyce about every man she interacts with holy christ that got annoying. Generally Hopper was such an annoying asshole this season I was so tired of him by the time he “died”.

- TOO MANY CHARACTERS. Jeez, I know I’m on about it all the time but jesus christ there is way way too many characters in this for 8 episodes which hurts the narrative and screentime for interesting characters is just... yeah.

- Speaking of screentime, did we really need that many identical generic fight scenes between Hopper and the Russian guy? Jesus Christ it’s so boring watching fight scenes like that, so repetitive (compare to the hospital fight scene which was dynamic and awesome). Also regarding screentime did we really need to devote so incredibly much of it to Steve and Robin being comedic relief while drugged? Yeah yeah mix light and dark and all that but jesus christ at that point in the narrative shit has hit the fan lean into the dark.

- Totally expected of course but still, the furthering of Steve Memeington. My god they actually had him literally call himself daddy... christ.

- The Billy and Karen/all the other middle age women remains gross and bad in a billion ways. Also completely pointless for the plot, they could’ve come up with any other way to get Billy to the factory. And what did it give Karen in development? Just the realization that yeah I’m tired of my husband but I’m not leaving my family and I’ll stick with him just ‘cause? Okay but did we need her almost sleeping with a kid a year older than her daughter for that? Icky. Also the editing of the scene where Billy hits her was so weird. Also that was weird as fuck.

- The ending. Okay christ my main gripe with this is because of a point above: No Byers family interaction at all! Joyce and Hopper talk briefly about her thinking about moving once or twice but she never talks about it with her kids... obviously she did in the timegap but we need to see that to build to the thing. Having no Byers interactions the whole season and then just oop we’re moving is so weird. I’m also not sure if Joyce’s motivation for moving (her bad memories of Hawkins) would be enough. For sure an argument for it, but an argument against is the one Hopper presents to her (and though he’s not around still there’s still a support system around them there, especially for her kids which she loves above all). Speaking of her loving her kids above all, she knows they love their friends/girlfriend/boyfriend to bits, have walked through fire with them and are each others support system as mentioned, would Joyce really just uproot them from that? There’s also some purely practical things that stuck out to me immediately: the timeskip for the epilogue makes it so they move when the schoolyear is already well under way and Jonathan has started senior year, feel bad for Jonathan there in a number of ways. Also, how the hell did Joyce manage to sell her house and what did it fetch? Her rundown house on the outskirts of a now infamous town with an incredibly bad rep? Even if the buyer bought it for the land the land doesn’t look special, just find it hard to believe she could get much for it. And where did they move? Where did she find a place? And work? Did she have something lined up or? I guess we’ll see.

- Oh and speaking of work, that was another thing that was just dropped, the mall killing downtown and the protests just fell out of the story. But, with what happened to the mall wouldn’t business come back to downtown (possibly reason for Joyce to want to stay if Melvald’s going out of business was another reason to move).

- Sorry but Mileven took way too much space.

- Again, no Jonathan and Will actual brothers bonding. But a whole lot of Steve and Dustin meme fanservice wank.

- Erica is just the sassy black girl trope non stop the whole season and nothing else and it’s so grating and... I was gonna say disappointing but I had no faith in the Duffers regarding this. Just because a bit character becomes a meme doesn’t mean they need to become a main. *cough* Steve *cough cough* Sorry.

- Last but not least, the woobiefication of Billy. Uggggghhhh. Disgusting. And having Max cry over him WTF?!?!?!?!?! staaaaaaahp.

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 3 thoughts #stranger things 3 spoilers

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iraniq · 5 years

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Singularity

Barry got downstairs. Bruce had invited him, Diana and Clark for the weekend, since Louise was on a reporting duty, and Clark was a little off, he agreed. And Diana... Well she... Let's say she was free. About Barry... He had no plans in general.

# barry’s pov

I walked in the huge living room. On the... Fancy leather couch there was another boy... With an oversized hoodie, colorful pants and bare feet; eating cereal.

- Hi...

- Mmmm... - he mumbled chewing.

- Tasty, ha... - he didn't made a sound, besides the chewing.

There were steps on the stairs. Melissa appeared, Bruce's daughter... Oh how lovely she was... Even with her short dark hair... Long shirt... More like a short dress... Bare feet... Oh... She is short, not that this matters … people day tall women are prettier, fee ect., but this doesn't mean she isn't living, breathing perfection... “Don’t blush dude, don’t!”

- What the heck! - she yelled! - You are supposed to be in bed! Your stitches are still healing... – he proceed on chewing.

I was piecefuly sitting at the nearby couch, strongly pretending I am not here!

He suddenly toss the bow on the table... The milk slipped out, he got up and rolled his hoodie up.

- Jesus ... - I could hear him chuckle, she blushed. - Why you... Uncle Al had to change the pads, and you took them off...

- If you want me in your bed so badly, you could just tell me!

- Ugh.... - she then acknoleged me. - Oh... Morning, Barry! - I waved at her.

- Come on! - he pushed her in the opposite direction and they headed upstairs.

- Why I can't have a girlfriend like her... Oh... I am hungry! - I headed to the kitchen.

It was afternoon already. Diana and Clark were outside at th pool. Sunbathing.

# Diana’s pov

- I love this place! - Clark gave her the 'judging you' face. - I know, I know... But you can have some fun too... I know... There was an anniversary of your father's death... But he wouldn't want you to suffer and feel down....

- I know... - he said. - But...

- Besides that I am sure he will be proud you got yourself a nice life... And that one of your close friends bought your house back fromon the bank...- I made a cute face in his direction.

- Ha Ha Ha... Keep reminding me that!

- Come on, he is trying... - I pinched his shoulder. He finally laughed.

There was a light cough. We turned right and saw Barry.

- Oh, hi, Barry! Ready for some swimming.

- Damn... This thing is huge! - he squealed when he saw the pool.

I laughed, so did Clak. Barry seemed to lift all our spirits.

Melissa appeared. I felt uncomfortable... Between me an Bruce there was a... Certain tension. Not that we were something... But I felt anxious around his daughter. I know her mother was... Out of the picture, but it didn't make me feel better. Like my presence in general was stealing something.

- Hey Melissa. - I waved at her. She turned her head at me and smiled, not a smile you made when you are pleased with someone's presence, more like a polite one. She was with her boyfriend. I had no idea how... Bruce didn't killed him by now.

- Does your father knows you are having company? - Clark teased. I tried to make him stop talking, but he already dropped the bomb, not exactly aware of our “situation”.

- Well ... - she started - I don't ask him who he fucks... - she looked at me - ... And he doesn't ask me. – her company laughed out loud.

- Wow... That was...

- Grown up people talking, Clark! - she remarked.

The boyfriend spoke.

- What's the old man doing?

- Testing hyper active guns... - Barry said. It was obvious he had a thing for the young missis Wayne, but was respectfylly doing his best to cover it.

- No... If they were hyper active, he wouldn't even be there, they respond to even a slight movement...

Now I realized why the boyfriend was still alive. He was having an argument with Barry right now.

- Come on... Leave the boy alone!

- Mel...

- Jack...

- Fiiine... - he raised his hands and waved getting closer to the table where several guns were lying. He took one, and fired at Bruce. We all froze. I heared him cursing. Melissa laughed. Then her boyfriend throw the gun back to the table and toss her in the pool, jumping after her.

- Jaaaaack … your stitches … - she yelled, before he kissed her, don’t know about her, but her boyfriend definitely noted Barry’s unfortunate attempts to hide.

Alfred appear with some cocktails he made for the guests.

# Clark’s pov

Barry gets super excited when someone brings him food, like a little puppy.

- I hope these are alcoholil free.

- Of course they are. - he smiled warmly and handed me one.

- Uncle Alfred! - the boyfriend yelled.

The old man's hands get shaky, he quickly let the tray on Diana's hands.

The young man quickly got out of the water and headed towards Alfred, hugging him tightly, even lifting him a bit.

- Oh... - he laughed with a teary eyes. - I haven't seen you in... So long. - he tapped his shoulder.

Melissa was smiling. I knew the Wayne family funded the orphanage, maybe Alfred adopted this boy as a child, or maybe, he was his guardian. in any cases, it was a heart warning to watch. I felt my own eyes got watery, so I looked away.

- Uncle Al … tell him, he isn’t supposed to be in the water with the stitches.

- Well … - Alfred was still holding the boyfriend’s hand – He is a tough guy, he will be just fine.

- Told you! – he smiled at her.

Diana face me a glass with a colorful liquid, Barry was already half through the second huge burger.

- Where do you put this all? - the boyfriend asked.

- Hmpf... - Barry said.

- Yeah... Me too. - he pet himseld. - Do I look good, uncle?

- I think you should ask your girlfriend, Jack. - Alfred winked at Melissa.

- How do I look, Love... Do I look bad? - he made a pointing face.

- Disgustingly horrifying, sir!

- You ALWAYS know what to say!

- Yes, like the fact you are not supposed to be in the waster with …

- I am fine! - he pinched her cheek, and leaned to kiss her, but she licked his face instead.

- Hhhm … I don’t know to be grossed or impressed …

Alfred looked away shaking his head.

The three of them laughed. It was definitely an inside joke, obviously Barry got it too. He almont choked on laughing.

I saw Bruce coming in the distance.

Melissa and Jack were... Hugging... If you call grabbing someone's ass... A hug...

# Mel’s pov

My dad was heading our way. I am sure J saw him, because he was fast to squeeze my ass, I as a fair player, I did the same.

- Hi, old man. - he teased my dad.

- Ha... - he laughed awkwardly - I am still getting used to your normal hsircolor. - I am sure after this remark of his, everyone imagined Jack in crazy red-purple shades.

- I am even growing my eyebrows back, look! - he pointed at them, I ccouldn't resist but pet one. He purred.

By the roll of my dad's eyes I got he was uncomfortable. Not that I wanted to be around him... Not because he was childish in love with Diana, but because the fact that be still treated me like a child, and Jack like a bloodthirsty pedophile, although he was only 7 yars and a month older than me.

- How’s the cabin in the woods? - Alfred saved the silence.

- I am getting there... It took me 3 and a half years to pick the perfect place. It's... I am getting done... Soon!

- Ha... Your soon is million years away. – I teased.

- Shush!

I chuckled and looked away. Barry had almost ate the plants in the vase. Diana and Clark were looking at us, styding. As I made a grymase, thy both looked away. My dad started a small talk with Clark, right after he asked Barry if everything was OK.

Barry was now the "son". The son he always wanted and never had, although for a while he was a leagal guardian of a boy – Jason. After Alfred did his official guarding of the 13 years old Jack, he was 6 when uncle Al got him; my dad took him under his wing. The brilliant genius. "Such knowledge must not be wasted!" - he loved to say. I am not smart, not evn handy, clumsy and shit is my superpower. As a child I was mad I wasn't allowed in the boys workshop. Uncle Alfred loved to say, my dad was giving Jack the love they took away from him... Unfortunately as Jack decided that 16 years old me, he was 23 and already in crime, was an amazing future wife material, my dad cut him short. Jack and Jason had agreed to voulenteer in the crime world, so they could help the one and only great hero of Gotham - Batman, to save the city... Little they knew, if it wasn't on his terms he didn't agree. Jason cut all connections with us, as I know he somtimes calles my prince... but just sometimes.

Now... My love was an object of hate, hate that coms within, the faliar of one’s parenthood. 2 years ago we had a huge fight, he purposely shot J one night, and I told him, if he had hurt J again, I would run away with him, and live in his world. My dad got a change of heart. Uncle Al was beyond happy, he could see his... Well J wasn't exactly his son, but after my dad turned super dark and depressed and pushed the world away, including us, that was a second chance for uncle to have a proper family.

I felt a pinch on my hand.

- I am talking to you, Mel!

- Oh... I am sorry I was thinking...

- You can do this?

- Don't be a dick J!

- I... - Uncle coughed in the right moment. He had this superpower of knowing when we will say something stupid. - ... Apologize... - he said and looked at Alfred. He nod his head in approval.

- Well I guess we all can have lunch now... - my dad started.

- How about we test for guns?

- Maybe later Jack...

- Oooh... So unfair! – Jack made a pretend cry face - I let you fix my car, and now you don't let me fix your guns...

- You already have advantage enough... - my dad looked at me, so did J and kissed me pasionatly, I can tell all looked away. – Mel is not a price, but … Fair enough. - he laughed .. his way!

Sometimes he can't help himself. After all this years... It's beyond him sometimes.

They all jumped in their seats. Alfred sighed with heavy heart. But Bruce was fast enough.

# Bruce pov.

- Hey it's OK! - I signaled Diana and Clark, Barry seems to be totally in awe.

- But... - Diana started, a little worried.

- Yes, it's him! - I said and looked at Clark, he was calm, although our complicated past he trusted me, probably because i bought him his house back from the bank.

- Upsy Daisy... – he giggled, but it sill came out as himself.

- Please don't laugh again... It gives me the chills. - he frowned, but obeyed. - Yes... - I signed looking at the shocked Diana. I pinched the bridge of my nose, then rubbed my neck...

- That's the Joker! - Barry suddenly realized what's going on and screamed.

- Boo... - J hissed at him and Barry jumped.

- Don't be childish! – I remarked.

- Don't be rude! - there she was again, always taking his side.

- Melissa...

- Father! ... Yes, he is... Him! - she pointed at him like he was some royalty, he did a little bow, I hate how dramatic they are! - Chill he is OK, he is having some time off...

- He lives here.... And he is her boyfriend?- Diana was still shocked,

- We…

- No! – he stopped her and whispered something in her year, then she chuckled and hug him. Barry was yet again wondering what's going on. Clark was already back at his seat, finishing his cocktail,

- I think I need an alcohol one now...

- I can make you a killer one! - J winked at him.

Clark looked at me, I nod my head, he got up and gave his glass to J. The anniversary of his father’s death hit him hard.

- What’s your poison of choice? – he asked.

- Surprise me!

- But he is a bloodthirsty killer! - Diana screamed.

- Yes, and your people did not kill every man set food on your island, just because they found it...

- Melissa...

- Don't Melissa me dad, I am right, also - restrain your girlfriend.

- I am not...

- You are!

- ... Girlfriend... – Diana said in low voice.

- Oooh... What a shame. - he laughed... This maniac laughter. It haunts me in my dreams too, like the things that haunts me aren't enough... - That was a black dot in your bright future! – the clown looked at me, useing my favorute remark on mysel.

Melissa poked him and he shut up.

- One... Unhealthy alcoholic cocktail coming your way... I doubt you have a problem with this, it’s not that you can get drunk...

- My girlfriend is on a healthy diet and I am supporting her.

- Please... She probability got some nasty ideas form the internet... I will write you a healthy diet, not many involved alchohol, but some not exactly forbid specific ones.

Clark looked surprised, Diana was still shocked, Barry looked hungry, and... Alfred and Melissa were proud.

- He is vegan... And is good at healthy stuff... - I shrugged, as much as i hated him, I couldn’t deny the truth.

Jack was back with the cocktail, pen and paper ready for the interview.

# Alfred pov

We were all gathered around the pool. Jack brought some energy bars for Barry. And a cocktail for Clark, it smelled like poisonus alchohol mix.

I smiled, the Joker sat next to Superman, and started asking him about Louis, body structure thing, habits, daily routine, preferences on food, guilty pleasures... He wrote them all down and started calculating. I am on the same healthy diet myself. I look around 50, which is big win, as I am actually 64, Mel stopped eating meat 3 years ago, to keep up with his tempo. Bruce also, but he was hiding it. His open fatherhood wound was still bleeding.

Diana wasn't pleased, Bruce was talking to her, couple of meters away. Barry already ate the bars and was sneaking to hear their conversation.

- Maybe you can make her some epic dinner... You travel a lot, why not gather ingredients from everywhere, it will be a blast.

- Oh... That's an idea. - Clark smiled.

- So... You are expert on...this? - Barry, asked.

- Well... - he looked at Mel, she blushed - I have done it soo many times... look Melissa for example! – he pointed at her, she looks not more then 15, exactly the girls I like. – he said this out loud, for the open public of 2 in the distance. His hatred would probably never heal as well. - Aw... Why you pinched me!

The kids kept on playfuly barking at each other. Bruce somehow convinced Diana not to freak out. Barry was sitting next to J, soaking every word he said, like his life depended on this.

I was happy, all my kids were together and happy.

I remember when I first met the 6 years old Jack, hiding under the bed, with a knife, he was accused of assault on one of the other kids, it turns out he was protecting his room mate in the orphanage. I knew it right there when I saw him, he was just like Bruce, but a little more violent and an idea more brilliant.

I remember when he first met Melissa. She was 9 and he was 16. The way he looked at her. I knew this will end in love.

- So... - Barry's voice got me out of my trans. - You are the Joker...

- I am Jack today, I have couple of weeks off, can't you see my hair. And I also have eyebrows! - he pointed at them and Melissa tried to pet one again, but he stopped her.

- So... You... Live here, you are kinda... Alfred's kid... And he is Batman... And you...

- Fuck his daighter...

- J! - she screamed.

- What, I thought we were grown up peole...

- God... – she exhaled.

- He is, kinda. – J pointed at Clark, who smiled in response. – Oh, you meant the other one … Of course he is busy, otherwise you were gonna bother him all the time...

The two of them kept the scandal going....

After the disaster at the pool Bruce left for his room, Clak got out for a run and Barry went with Diana to help Alfred make the dinner.

# J’s pov

- So... - obviously I had to start the conversation.

- So?

- You didn't answer my question.

- Which one?

- Did the league of shadows knows about our little charade here?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yes I am sure J...

- I know this must be...

- Hard for me? ... That I thought my mother was dead and suddenly she comes and she is "Hi, I am Talia, and I am the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, the leader of the League of Shadows... And I know you are playing this silly charade, and if you are good at it and never stop you and the city will be allowed to live...

- I wouldn’t exactly say it like that, but yes … That was indeed nuts, but we do what we have to do...

- Nuts... Come on... Do you know what's nuts... Jason... Was chasing himself as Robin and the Red Hood...

- It was hilarious... - I laughed, she smiled, although she tried to hid it, but I saw.

- At least he is happy now.

- Yes!

- How is he?

- Fine, under his management there is no rape in his town of operation, the prostitution of underaged girls is also almost gone, I helped on this one! - I wikned at her. - People are frightened but definitely safer. Joker and Red Hood are unstoppable team.

- I know, thank you Love! - she blushed.

- Sometimes he asked how you are, how's Uncle Alfred. But just sometimes.

- Yes... - she smiled.

- Don't be blue, you knew he was ... Wacko from day one.

- I know... - she came closer and sat in my lap.

- What you say... We run away of here...

- J...

- Just for day or 2, I want to show you my progress on the cabbin in the woods.

- No unexpected surprises?

- No, I promise...

- You sure...

- Oh... You read me like an open book... Maybe... Just maybe a little proposal... But I haven't decided yet. - I bite her year.

- Jack Napier... You are a horrible person!

- You too Melissa Wayne…. Although I like the name Mrs. Napier more on you.

- Thank you for not using my other name.

- I can't even say it, you are named after your grandmother, and the second one means "Light".

- Yes...

- Do you think your dad will sneak his girlfriend in here.

- I am sure he already did...

- Neat...

- Obviously we the Waynes have a thing for pedophiles... - she is so cute and hot when she is sarcastic. - ... She is probably twice his age... No 3 times, she was already an adult when the second world war happend...

- OK... Change of subject...

- Yes, I will run away with you in your sweet cottage in the middle of nowhere...

- If your mother is truthful to her word and kills her father, with the help of you and me... Jason will so help us as well … One day we will be able to really go there and never come back!

- I would love this! - she leaned closer and kissed my nose.

- Till then we will plot.

- We will. - she smiled.

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