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lordgrimwing · 6 months

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Friends and Family #03

“This is nice,” Maglor said, stretched out on a beach towel, as his dripping brother settled next to him, wet from running in the gentle waves with his adopted sons. He closed the novel he'd picked up at a second-hand store the day before.

Maedhros grunted, his mouth occupied by several bobby pins as he fixed his hair, recoiling the soaking braid atop his head. The whole point of pinning his hair up so tightly was to keep it out of the salt water, but he hadn’t expected Elros and Elrond to grab his hands and drag him down into a particularly large wave.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy,” Maglor continued, nodding to the boys splashing and paddling in the waves, their nearly shoulder-length hair hanging in loose, soaked clumps.

“They love it,” Maedhros said with a soft smile. He’d come up from that wave spitting sand and might have been irritated except he ended up with two armfuls of very excited peredhil. By the time he left the surf, he’d become much better at diving through waves.

They sat in silence for a minute, taking in the scene: seagulls cried overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for abandoned snacks; the twins played along the shore, a younger elf child coming over to join them; other families staked out their claim across the sand, leaving towels and umbrellas to mark their favored spots. The beach was both busy and soothing.

“We should do this more.” Maedhros decided, rinsing his mouth out with water from a bottle and then taking several drinks.

Maglor raised his eyebrows. Fëanor nearly had a fit when they announced that they’d be taking a few days off work during the week so they could do something with the boys during their school holiday. “Who’s going to tell father?”

His brother rolled his eyes in a way that would have had Fëanor pinching his ear if he were an elfling again. “He can take his doctor's advice and take up birdwatching,” He said dismissively.

As the eldest sons, they were privy to more details of their father's health than he appreciated.

Maglor snorted at the suggestion.

More seriously, Maedhros said, “Maybe just an occasional weekend, then.”

They watched the boys and their new friend join a group of older dwarves building an impressive sandcastle. Maglor smiled. “We really should.”

The sun arched across the clear blue sky. Maglor called Elros and Elrond back for lunch. They ate cold tuna salad sandwiches from the cooler on a blanket Maedhros spread on the sand so they could all sit together. Elros showed the adults the blue shell Elrond found in the tide, proudly telling them about the cool shells they found over the years on the coast further south. The younger twin hesitantly asked if he could make necklaces for them all from pieces of the shell when they went back to the city.

After lunch, the twins wanted to go back into the ocean.

“Not right after eating,” Maglor shook his head. “Wait thirty minutes.”

Elros looked like he might want to argue, but his brother grabbed his hand and demanded that he bury him under the sand so he could pretend to be a baby sea turtle.

Maedhros took off his shirt, arching his back and enjoying the warm sun on it. Their father really might have an aneurysm if he found out exactly how publicly immodest his sons got when he wasn’t there to frown at them for rolling up their pant legs. He repacked the cooler and sprawled out on the towel, stretching his long arms and legs and bumping into the other occupant. He grinned at his brother. “Join us this time,” He invited.

Maglor picked up his book and fingered the pages. “I'll get sand in my hair,” He said. He's done his hair up in a dark half bun, leaving a loose tail down his back.

“I'll braid it for you.” He said. “The rest of us need to wash tonight already.”

“Promise not to push me under?”

“I would never,” Maedhros laughed, recalling when, decades ago, they were teaching their younger brothers how to sail on a windy lake. Caranthir insisted that the flimsy life jackets couldn't possibly keep them safe in the waves, refusing to set foot on the light boat. When it became clear that he wouldn't trust the words of his brothers, Maedhros shoved Maglor off the edge, leaving him to flounder in the water until their three younger brothers boarded.

Maglor shuffled around so he faced away from Maedhros. “Go ahead and braid.”

The tall redhead sat up. He quickly undid the bun and set about dividing the other’s hair into four parts at the crown of his head.

They sat quietly while he worked, Maglor watching the other families.

A human woman with frizzled brown hair caught a child who looked about seven years old by the elbow. She wore a striped green and gray swimsuit with a white over-shirt and large sunglasses.

“Oh no you don’t, Elianor,” She admonished, pulling the girl back to the family’s towels and bins of beach toys. “You’re going to be red as a beat and peeling in the car tomorrow if you don’t put more sunscreen on.”

“Mom,” The girl complained as white ointment was slathered across her bare back and under the edges of her swimsuit.

“Do your face and ears,” The woman directed, squeezing more of the sunscreen out of a yellow bottle for her daughter before bending down to coat her legs.

Once everything was worked in and the white layer was exchanged for a slightly oily sheen, the child was released into the water. Once all the children were appropriately protected and freed, the woman popped open a beach chair and settled under an umbrella.

She looked over at Maglor as Maedhros began pinning the braid up like his own. “Some children never learn,” She said by way of explanation.

He said something in noncommittal agreement, a nagging thought starting to form in the back of his mind.

Her eyes flicked around their towels, blanket, and cooler. “Just the two of you then?” She asked.

“No,” Maglor said quickly. “The twins in red burying each other in the sand are ours.”

She looked out to where he pointed. “Cute,” She said in the way he was discovering many parents did when talking about other people’s kids. She leaned back in her chair and probably closed her eyes, though he couldn’t tell past the glasses.

Maedhros patted his head like he did when they were kids. “There you go, ready for the water.”

Maglor scooted around to face him again. “Don’t get my hair wet.”

Hands raised in surrender were his only response.

He looked down at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes still to go. That nagging feeling kept eating at him. He picked up the book again, opening to where he left off. He tried to read, but he couldn’t get back into the story.

All at once, he dropped the book and turned to Maedhros.

“We didn’t put sunscreen on them!”

“What?” The other asked, blinking as he came back from wherever the warmth sent him drifting off to.

“Elros and Elrond,” He said, looking over to where the boys were just a couple heads sticking out of the sand, several other kids having joined in on burying them. “They’re part human. They could get sunburns!”

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He hadn’t packed sunscreen, he didn’t even think Maedhros or he had any at their homes. Such a simple, everyday thing for humans, and they’d completely forgotten about it. He dreaded to think about how painful the children’s skin would be tomorrow.

Maedhros frowned. “They’re part elf, too,” He reasoned. “Why should they get burned?”

“They might,” Maglor repeated with worry. “I should go buy some. Or maybe we should all leave so it doesn’t get any worse.”

Maedhros sighed. “It’ll be a thirty-minute drive each way. The damage is already done if it’s going to happen, so let’s not ruin the rest of the day. Besides,” He added. “They’ve clearly spent a lot of time in the water. I think they’d know if they need to worry about it.”

Personally, Maglor never thought it was too late to start mitigating damage, but his brother had made up his mind. He’d just have to deal with whatever came of it.

#let them be happy!#let M+M experience a real childhood through E+E #stumbling their way through parenthood #whatever happens later. they love each other now #when your kids are peredhil and you don't know when they'll be like humans vs elves #it's happy time but i sure am sewing the seeds for later things in this one #Maglor is the parent who worries #change my mind #the silmarillion #maglor #maedhros #elrond #elros #twdd au #grimwing writes

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fsketchart · 5 years

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A Second Chance - Part 4

This is a reupload of the previous chapter 4, it wasn't showing up in the tags for some reason...

Will be adding in the tag list in a moment! As always, thank you to the lovely @ozmav

“What on Earth were you thinking, Alfred? That girl is in there with valuables, she broke in here!” Damian cried out exasperated. No wonder the light was on, she must’ve been snooping around, Damian thought bitterly.

“She is a guest here, Young Master Damian, and that box belongs to her. I invited her here myself, and I offered her an invitation to stay for as long as she needs. Her home life is...not suitable for her at this moment,” Alfred reprimanded, trailing off at the end. “I understand your concerns but her father is my cousin, and I expect a thorough apology to my niece. She’s family to me, so I ask that you do not behave so ill mannered towards her again.” Alfred gestured towards the living room, but Damian just glared at the girl sitting there. He tugged on Titus's leash and swiftly left the room altogether. Alfred stood there for a moment, before sighing and entering the living room. Marinette whipped her head around at the sound of footsteps, before sighing out of relief at the sight of Alfred.

"I apologize for the behavior of the Young Master, he has some behavioral issues that Master Bruce tends to turn a blind eye too. I can speak to him-"

"Absolutely not. I understand why he sees me as a threat. I'm a total stranger who just showed up in his home, I get it. I'm not angry...just shaken up right now," Marinette explained, cutting him off. Alfred nodded.

"Head upstairs to your room, it's at the second floor, the 3rd room to the right. It's the first hallway you see at the 2nd flight of stairs," Alfred directed. "The bedroom light should be on, and a pair of sleepwear will be left on the bed." Marinette once again enveloped him in a hug.

"I can't thank you enough for this, thank you so, so much..."

He hugged her back for a moment before pointing towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. Marinette nodded and made her way over.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

Marinette walked down the dark corridor before stopping at the third door. She opened up the door to be greeted with a large room. There was a large window showing the full moon, with a few candles lit around the room. A pair of black pajamas were laying on the large, fancy bed. The walls were a dark and scary gray, and Marinette took notice to the dust beginning to form at the bookshelf. She set down the box at the desk and glanced out the window. Tikki silently nuzzled into her cheek tiredly, before floating towards the end of the bed and quietly nuzzling up to the blanket, falling fast asleep.

Marinette got changed quickly, taking care not to mess up her bandages covering her arms and torso.

She was about to blow out her candles as she looked out the window, before noticing a dark hooded figure make his over the buildings, sprinting towards the manor. Marinette's heart raced wildly as she quickly ran out the door, about to alert Alfred. Tikki woke up with a start at the sound, hearing the loud sound of doors being swung open. They both backed away from the main entrance, hiding behind the corner.

That's when they saw him.

A tall man with a black mask and a large black cape draping over him. He had a neon yellow symbol of a bat on his chest, and a matching utility belt. Marinette was about to run in there, before seeing the same kid from before angrily walk over there, followed by Alfred. Marinette froze as they argued.

"Greetings Master Bruce-"

"Father, Alfred decided to invite some weird girl to the Manor and I'm fairly sure she's trying to steal-"

Wait...his father?

"Absolutely not! I will not tolerate you speaking so ill about her-"

"She's making Titus feel unsafe-"

"You're making HER feel unsafe-"

"Enough. Why did you call me over here, Alfred?"

"But-"

"My cousin’s daughter came here from Paris seeking help. There's a war going on in Paris right now, about the Miraculous," Alfred started.

"Hawkmoth. That's his name, correct?" Bruce interrupted, recalling hearing his name from the reports from Paris.

"Correct, Master Bruce," Alfred stated.

Marinette's eyes widened, processing the information.

Alfred was about to continue before Bruce held his hand up.

"Tomorrow morning we will discuss what is happening. Until then, I will be in the bat cave looking over the security feeds and claims, to see what is true and what is false," Bruce stated, already pushing past both of them.

"But father the girl-"

"Is Alfred's niece (correct me if I’m wrong) and may have information on the Joker's whereabouts. She will be...tolerated while her stay is here. Are we clear?" Bruce cut off. Damian just sighed.

"...yes, father."

Marinette just paused, before turning around and quietly making her way back to her room.

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Damian just stared at the ceiling, before rolling out of bed. He could smell fresh pancakes and bacon downstairs, maybe even a few waffles. Alfred seemed to be trying out a new recipe, Damian thought. Titus began pawing at his legs and barking in his ears. Damian just smiled softly, patted his head and made his way out of his room.

When he stumbled into the kitchen however, Alfred was in fact not baking. Instead, the same short girl had her sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron, humming a tune quietly as she navigated the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Damian asked, suspicious and cautious.

"I wanted to apologize for the mix up from yesterday. I really wasn't trying to attack you or steal your belongings, I know you were only trying to defend yourself," Marinette's spoke softly and sincerely. Damian eyes the pancakes suspiciously.

"How do I know these pancakes aren't drugged or poisoned and won't kill me the moment I take a bite?" Damian asked, pointing to the top of the stack.

Marinette just paused, before walking over and eating the first pancake of the stack herself.

"I know you must be disappointed but surprise surprise, I'm still alive. I assure you, the pancakes are safe," she smiled softly, her pride evident in her voice. Damian caved and gathered a few pancakes and set them on his plate. He about to roll his eyes when he bit into the first pancake, surprised at the taste of them. They were and sweet, but overwhelmingly so, tasty enough to brighten up almost anyone’s day.

She's just trying to butter me up, Damian thought. Well, no point in letting good pancakes go to waste.

Marinette just smirked proudly as she started on the next batch.

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A tall figure stepped forward confidently before stopped at his destination.

Knock knock.

Pause.

Knock knock knock.

Pause.

Knock.

Suddenly the ground below him shook, lowering him down to a dark room.

A man with dark slicked by hair and a purple suit walked in. His skin was a pale white, emphasizing his off-putting smile.

"I sent out some of my men to one of the rebel camps, should give them a bit of a scare," the pale man spoke.

"I see," spoke another, this one walking with a cane, with a gray shiny mask and a dark suit. Surrounding him, were small, dark, purple butterflies. "Fly away my little akumas, trace that fear and utilize it." Several butterflies took flight, swiftly darting out of the shattered window.

"So I hear you encountered a new hero this time, correct?" Hawkmoth asked, not bothering to turn around.

"An old man, dressed up like a mutant ninja turtle. Though the spotted little lady suddenly deemed our entertainment too boring, she didn't even bother to show up," the Joker spoke, almost offended, taking a step forward.

"Then we must draw her out," Hawkmoth spoke.

"And just how do you intend that?"

"Simple. You didn't truly think there was only one miraculous box, did you? Many were destroyed years ago, but there were several guardians for a reason. We managed to salvage a few that were scattered across the globe and utilize them," Hawkmoth explained.

"Are they as powerful as the previous ones?" the Joker asked, excitedly.

"Sadly, no. These are ranked as minor miraculous, but enough to deal great damage. Lady Wi-Fi, come forth!" Hawkmoth called. She quickly stepped forward, holding out a necklace. It had a bright green stone, that the Joker immediately reached out to touch. Once he made contact with it, it shape shifted to become a bright green bow tie, emitting a dark presence about it.

"This is the hawk miraculous, it grants the wielder heightened speed, and will grant you a once per battle ability to see through walls for 30 seconds. After you use it, you will have 3 minutes until you detransform. To trigger the ability, say, 'Arise my seeing eyes!' To transform, say, 'Kite, talons out!'"

The joker smiled wildly before telling the trigger words. Suddenly, his old suit was replaced with a long trench coat, that was jet black. Underneath was a suit that was a dark purple, and he wore a black top hat with a purple stripe in the middle. In his hand was a single desk of cards, the two joker cards having a set of seeing eyes on them, allowing him to see what the cards sees. His mask was a black and purple mask, adorned with jewels at the edge. The Joker began to cackle wildly, almost concerning Hawkmoth himself.

"Let’s bring some smiles on those kids’ faces."

@kceedraws @noirdots @resignedcatservant @shamefulllove

@emotionalsupportginger @ellerahs @littleredrobinhoodlum @graduatedmelon @mooshoon @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @mystery-5-5 <<<Not letting me @ you, please let me know if the spelling is wrong! @tazanna-blythe @friedchickening @crazylittlemunchkin @princertain <<< Same issue! @hauntedfreakdeputyhero @thornangelic727 @felicityroth @constancetruggle <<< Gotcha this time! @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @northernbluetongue @miraculousninja

#daminette #marinette x damian #maribat #maridami

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gcrminatorarchive · 5 years

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It had been a great night, and Ozzy was relieved he’d gotten help in planning Ais’ party. The whole gang had chatted, laughed, ate, and played some nice party games Stanley had prepared (As The Mask.), such as Pin The Tail On Mrs. Peenman. Jake had showed off his fire-breathing abilities, Spider-Man had created a web-swing so Mikey could Tarzan-swing into the lair’s pool (But also angering Raph, whom the goofball had splashed.), and Leo had given Ais some scented candles for her bedroom as a gift. Angel, with Nani’s help, picked out some tropical perfumes for her Mun, and Emily had gotten her a new camera, courtesy of her, Lydia, and Beetlejuice.

Now it was Ozzy’s turn to give his gift.

The cell smiles as he hands her a small box, and Aislinn takes it, then looks up at him in appreciation. She then opens it, and her eyes widen as she sees a beautiful necklace with her birthstone on it. It was a lovely lilac color, and under the necklace read the words ‘Luck, passion and joy’, which represented the parts of her personality. She smiles brightly, then envelops Ozzy in a hug.

// Ozzy, you really didn’t have to do all this for me...

The cop chuckles a bit, rubbing his neck.

“Well, ah...Ta be honest, girl, I couldn’t have pulled dis off without th’guys.”

He looks back at the turtles, and they all smile back at him. Even Raph, who nods. Ais smiles at them too in gratitude.

// You guys are the best.

Jake then takes notice of the necklace and grins, gesturing Ais over so he can see it better.

“Whoa, cool, Ais! Let’s see dat bling!”

Aislinn lets Ozzy go, then heads over to show the others her jewelry. Ozzy watches her proudly, then feels Leo’s hand on his shoulder, and he blinks, looking over at him with his mouth open a bit.

“You did good tonight, Ozzy. Looks like you’ve been taking good care of her for us.”

Mikey then gives the cell a thumbs up.

“Yeah! We haven’t seen her this happy in awhile! Outstanding job, dude!”

Donatello nods in agreement, then Leo looks to Raphael, who tenses a moment before smiling. He then approaches to offer a handshake. Seems the Immunity cell had finally won back Raph’s trust. Ozzy smiles too, accepting the shake. Raph then smirks.

“Not bad, Jones.”

Ozzy smirks back.

“Not bad yerselves, fellas. Thanks fer th’hand.”

Later on, after the others had gone, Ais had fallen asleep on the sofa of the lair, a content smile on her face. Ozzy notices, then comes over to stroke her hair.

“Heh. Guess she’s conked out now.”

Leo smiles, looking at the girl then looking to Ozzy with a smile.

“You’d better get her home then.”

Ozzy looks at Leo in surprise, silent a moment.

“...”

He then smiles happily at this gesture of trust from the leader in blue and his brothers, and nods. Guess the past was behind them all.

He scoops Ais up in his arms, then takes her to his car, taking her home.

#Mun and Muse.#Thank u all so much for all the Birthday wishes; I think this is one of my best BDays yet #I can't even stress it enough THANK YOU guys!!!#I hope y'all have a great day/night and i love u all!

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velmaemyers88 · 5 years

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In Conversation with Danny Trejo: From Character Actor to Taco Mogul

The actor talked to Fortune about his adventures in Hollywood and with Trejo’s Tacos.

Nothing about Danny Trejo is what you might expect, including his secret to success.

“Everything good that’s happened to me is a direct result of me helping other people,” says Trejo, 75, whose surprisingly compact 5-foot-6 frame—clad in all black, his long dark hair hanging loose alongside a silver cross necklace—is tucked inside a booth at the Hollywood hub of his booming taco business, Trejo’s Cantina.

His soft-spoken reflectiveness and fondness for high-fives belie a life that could have gone very differently: Born to Mexican-American parents in Los Angeles, Trejo spent most of his young-adult life in and out of California prisons for drugs and robberies. It was during that time and since then that he honed his boxing talents (a helpful skill in venues like San Quentin), got sober at 25, became a prolific character actor, and, from working as a youth drug counselor and motivational speaker, discovered how much he loves giving back.

Danny Trejo inside the kitchen at Trejo’s Tacos on July 11, 2019. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Today, Trejo’s iconic craggy visage fronts eight Trejo’s Tacos locations across Los Angeles, and the eats are a hit: The Los Angeles Times named the rainbow cauliflower tacos on its 2017 list of 10 favorite recipes; the Cantina location serves around 500 diners a day on weekends; and there’s talk of expanding the business, which now includes a doughnut shop, outside California. (He’s also recently launched Trejo’s Cerveza, currently for sale at L.A.-area Whole Foods and Total Wine.) Somehow Trejo also still has time for acting: He’ll soon add 20-plus roles to his nearly 300-credit film and TV résumé, including a second Machete sequel and August’s Dora and the Lost City of Gold, in which he voices a monkey named Boots, a role Trejo says proudly “will give me a whole new audience.”

Fortune chatted with Trejo in early July about his food-mogul renaissance, his adventures in Hollywood, and how he learned to channel a misspent youth into a force for good.

Fortune: Trejo’s Tacos feels like an L.A. institution, yet it’s only three years old. What inspired you to get into the restaurant business?

Trejo: My mom was a gourmet cook. When I around 12, I’d say, “We should start a restaurant,” but my dad was like a Mexican Archie Bunker. “Hey, we’ve got a kitchen right there!” [Laughs] Seven years ago I did a low-budget movie called Bad Ass, and one of the producers, Ash Shah, noticed that I didn’t like junk food. I am pretty picky! A few movies later, Ash says, “Danny, you should start a restaurant.” He created a business plan for Trejo’s Tacos. My team said, “If nobody’s asking you to front 50 grand, seems like a good idea!” We opened, and it totally blew up. Two years ago we opened the doughnut shop, and we sell out by 2 p.m. every day.

Anthony Bourdain raved about your tacos when he filmed Parts Unknown here in 2017. What was that day like for you?

Amazing. He joked, “You’re Mexican and you have a cauliflower taco?” He loved it. At around five or six o’clock at night, you’ll see a lot families coming in here. One woman told me, “Thank God for this place.” The kids can be gluten-free, mom can be vegetarian, and Dad can have cow!

Trejo’s Tacos offers gluten free and vegetarian taco options. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

What’s your favorite thing on the menu?

I love the nachos with steak and two eggs on top for breakfast.

Your latest incarnation as a restaurateur is another twist in an already surreal career. To what do you attribute your staying power?

I have good people around me. The same agent for 25 years. I met my assistant Mario at San Quentin when I made a movie there, and he was a prisoner. He’s been with me for 15 years.

You were discovered while working as a boxing coach on the set of the 1985 Jon Voight movie Runaway Train. But it wasn’t until you were cast as the knife-throwing Navajas in your cousin Robert Rodriguez’s 1995 film Desperado that you started to play substantial roles. Is it true you didn’t know you were related until shooting began?

We first met when I auditioned in L.A. He said, “You remind me of the bad guys in my high school.” I said, “I am the bad guys from your high school!” Then we filmed in Acuña, Mexico. My family from San Antonio visited the set. My Uncle Rudy says, “Who’s that?” I say, “Robert Rodriguez, the director.” He whistles at Robert, “Hey! Say hello to your second cousin Danny!” I was like, “What’s up, cousin? Make my role bigger!” But he didn’t. He said, “Danny, you can do more with your face than most actors can with dialogue.” I’m walking around with no shirt, all these tattoos, people asking for my autograph. Robert says, “They think you’re the star.” I said, “You mean I’m not?” Nobody really knew [lead actor] Antonio Banderas at the time. He was quiet—unlike me. [Laughs]

Trejo’s Tacos and Trejo’s Coffee merchandise on display for purchase. Two years ago, Trejo opened a doughnut shop that sells out by 2 p.m. every day. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Robert went on to create the vigilante-hero character Machete for you. How did he evolve from a minor character in the Spy Kids franchise to fronting two, soon-to-be three features?

After he put Uncle Machete in Spy Kids, Robert did the Grindhouse movies [with director Quentin Tarantino], and they needed fake movie trailers. One was for a Machete movie. At the premiere, everybody was like, “You have to do that movie.” Machete was the first Mexican superhero. I was almost in tears when I saw 8-year-old kids dressed like him on Halloween.

Of all the people you’ve worked with, when have you felt the most starstruck?

With Robert De Niro, when we did Heat. Then Robert [Rodriguez] somehow got him to do Machete! I see him on the set and he says, “Well, well, well, number one on the call sheet now, eh?” I was like, “Can I get you some coffee, Mr. De Niro?” [Laughs]

For what roles are you most often recognized when you’re out in the world? Seeing your severed head on a turtle in season two of Breaking Bad left quite an impression with fans.

Spy Kids. Machete. Anchorman. Bubble Boy. And every Mexican I know loves Blood In, Blood Out. For Breaking Bad, I remember my agent saying, “Danny, you’re going to have a Hollywood first: You’re going to go across the desert on a turtle.” I’m thinking it’s a cartoon, or a really big turtle? “Actually, no. It’s just your head.” [Laughs]

A lot of your roles lean campy, but you’ve also acted in serious films like Maggie Gyllenhaal’s Sherrybaby about a mother who’s a drug-addicted ex-con. When did you think to yourself, “Wait, I can actually act?”

I’m a drug counselor at a place called Western Pacific Rehab. A few years ago, my son Gilbert cast me in a drug-themed movie he wrote called From a Son. There’s a scene where I break down and cry. I’d never had to do that in a movie. I was thinking I’d do a John Wayne, tough-guy thing, but my son…shit, he’s so brilliant. He reminded me of stuff from when he was young. He showed me a picture of us from 1985, when he was a little baby. Then, I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t even cry at my parents’ funerals.

Trejo’s silver cross necklace and watch. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Did you surprise yourself in that moment?

Completely. I thought, “Wow, okay, this must be acting.”

Your son is named after your Uncle Gilbert, who you’ve said led you down a path of crime when you were a teenager. What do you remember about that time?

My dad came from a family of 11, and Gilbert was the youngest. He was only six years older than me. I had no siblings, so he was like my older brother. Unfortunately, he was also an armed robber and a drug addict. He showed me how to rob when I was 14. He gave me a sawed-off shotgun and put me in front of a mirror to practice. “Give me your money, bitch. I’ll slap you!”

Your first acting job.

[Laughs] Yes. We robbed an Asian grocery store together called Far East Market in Burbank. We had a revolver, but you had to hold it just so or it would fall apart. I go, “Give me the money! Give me the money!” The woman gives me $8 from the cash register. I grabbed it, and we ran down Lankershim as this guy comes out of the back, screaming, with a hatchet!

How do you feel now about the crimes you committed?

I feel regret. I’ve never been mean, but I’ve also never let anybody take advantage of me. In prison you’re predator or prey. My friend Cookie and I had a protection ring for young kids coming in, including for gay couples who’d been married on the streets. When I got out of the pen, I’d get cards from kids we protected. Their parents also said thank you.

Did your own parents live to see your success?

My mom did. My dad saw me get sober but never saw me get into acting. He would have laughed. Even my mom was like, “Get a job, mijo,” even after I’d worked with Robert De Niro in Heat! She did get excited when I was on The Young and the Restless in 2008. She had four of her friends over to watch, and they were like, “Oh, my God.” That was it. I’d made it.

Over the years you’ve appeared in dozens of commercials and ads—selling products from Snickers to AARP—and you’re now a spokesman for the erectile dysfunction product Giddy. What appealed to you about tackling that taboo subject?

We don’t talk anything in our society—condoms in high school, birth control. We definitely don’t talk about erectile dysfunction, especially in the Hispanic community. I don’t know a man who hasn’t experienced it. I think it’s like everything I do—teaching people to neuter their dogs, warning kids about drugs, you need to show them you’re cool. You need a face like this to get through to them. Not so much as “Danny Trejo” but the guy from Spy Kids, the guy from Heat, the guy from Desperado. People think, “Okay, I want to hear what this guy has to say.”

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What Makes Us Beautiful

Written for @surpassing-morning for the Miraculous Summer Exchange 2k17.

Paris at dawn is a beautiful sight; the sky is a brilliant array of blues and pinks, yellows and oranges as the sun begins to peek up over the horizon. The Eiffel Tower stands tall against the waking sky, a black silhouette behind the morning sun. Birds begin to twitter as they are roused from sleep, but the streets are still mostly empty, a blissful calm filling the city before the citizens rise and the chaos and noise of the usual working day begins. This is a magical time, hidden from most, a moment of quiet and peace in the busy city.

Adrien feels almost out of place here, as if he is intruding on an intimate time that should only belong to fantasy creatures he had read about in fairy tales. He half expects to blink and see a pixie flitter in front of him, or turn his head and watch a matagot slip through a fence to enter someone’s home. Even Plagg is strangely quiet, not moving around in his pocket or mewling about wanting more cheese, though he’s peeking out of Adrien’s pocket, big green eyes looking around at the quiet city. Then again, if anyone were to belong at this secret time where day and night meet, it would surely be the mischievous black cat kwami.

The moment of stillness is shattered as the bus pulls in front of the school, its engine rumbling loudly and its brakes noisy as it comes to a stop. Seeming to not notice the time of day or simply not caring if he wakes all of beloved France, the bus driver honks the horn and opens the doors. Mrs. Bustier gives the driver a look saved only for the most difficult students, and he at least has the decency to look sheepish as he runs a hand through his hair.

The class starts to pile into the bus, the few who are awake chattering quietly amongst themselves. Alya and Nino were so tired when they arrived earlier that morning that they had fallen asleep together on the steps in front of the school, and Adrien had let them sleep after taking a few pictures for posterity’s sake. He wakes them up as the others climb into the bus, letting them sleepily head for the bus as he waits another moment.

He had noticed that Marinette hadn’t arrived yet, and given that she tended to arrive late to school anyway, he’s not surprised she had struggled to pull herself out of bed even earlier today. While Mrs. Bustier’s back is turned as she watches students clamber into the bus, Adrien sneaks over to the Dupain-Chengs’ bakery and knocks on the door. Sabine answers the door after a moment, a bright smile on her face when she sees him.

“Adrien! Did you come for Marinette?” Her eyes twinkle mischievously as he sheepishly nods, lifting a hand to the back of his neck.

“Yes ma’am, I didn’t want her to miss the bus…” he trails off as his gaze lands on Marinette herself, rushing down the stairs. Her hair is all over the place, her jacket pulled through one sleeve but not the other, and neither of her shoes are tied. This last detail proves to be her downfall as she steps on one, trips, and barrels toward the floor. Adrien rushes forward at the last second and catches her in his arms. Her hands come to rest against his chest, blue eyes squeezed shut from bracing for the impact that never came. Marinette looks up and their eyes meet; they share a breath together before they jump away from each other, blushes burning their cheeks.

“A-A-Adrien! What, uh, how, um, w-what are you doing here?” she stammers, peeking at him through her long lashes with a look that skyrockets his heart from his chest to his throat. He coughs in the hope that doing so will dislodge it.

“I, ur, wanted to make sure you didn’t miss the bus.” Adrien grins shyly, and the words are out before he can stop them, “I-It wouldn’t be any fun without you, Marinette.”

The blush that had been slowly retreating from her cheeks quickly returns as she throws him a smile that stretches her mouth so wide it’s almost comical – and definitely cute. It really isn’t fair. He turns and opens the door for her, thinking the distance might help clear his head. “After you.”

Marinette and Adrien hurry to the bus, earning only a raised eyebrow from Mrs. Bustier before being ushered inside. They sit in front of Alya and Nino, who had fallen asleep again. Not wanting to invade Marinette’s personal space, Adrien sits as close to the edge as possible, but she seems to have the same idea and crushes herself against the window, only sparing him a few quick, shy glances.

It takes him five minutes to come up with a plan to fix the gap between them, and another five to muster the courage to follow through. Slowly, he taps Marinette’s shoulder and lifts his phone when she turns, a grin on his lips. “Want to take a picture?”

The plan works like a charm, resulting in the two pressing up against each other to take several pictures. Marinette doesn’t even notice when he wraps his arm around her shoulders to “pull her closer for a better picture”. Their laughter joins the general noise from the bus as they look through the photos, giggling at silly faces they made or the awkward poses they caught classmates in in the background. Then suddenly Marinette snatches his phone and takes a few canon pictures of him, claiming that she is determined to capture one bad photo of him.

By the time they reach the art studio, his phone has a brand new album filled with pictures of himself, and Marinette is demanding to know his secret.

He has to bite his lip to keep from admitting he’d tell her anything for a kiss.

The Little Ladybug had opened in honor of Paris’s hero to encourage citizens to explore their more creative sides. The hope was that instead of Hawkmoth latching onto their wild emotions, they would instead express themselves through art. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t, but The Little Ladybug was always busy anyway. Shelves lined the walls, filled with paintbrushes and paints, pencils and pens, colored pencils and even crayons; art supplies were everywhere for any creative mind to get started. In one corner of the room, a young woman was teaching a small group how to paint a sunset scene, and in another corner, a man was instructing several people on how to make a small vase from lumps of clay. There were also tables filled with handmade pottery, sculptures, and drawings for sale to support the studio.

The class wanders around The Little Ladybug for the first few minutes, eventually breaking off into smaller groups depending on what interests them. Kim, Max, and Alix find themselves drawn to the group making pottery. They sit at adjacent potter’s wheels and are given lumps of clay to start forming their vases, along with a few brushes for them to create their own designs. Kim’s vase starts as short and round, not intended for any specific purpose but more for the enjoyment of creating it. Max’s vase is much taller, an hourglass shape with a wavy lip, intended to be a gift for his mother. Alix’s appears to be more of a bowl than a vase at first, but Kim reaches over and guides her hands until a bulbous vase begins to form. She flicks clay on his nose as a thank you.

Ivan and Mylène find a table to sit at where a stack of papers and a tray of colored pencils and crayons lay. They go about drawing and coloring dogs and flowers and imaginary creatures, smiling shyly at each other. When Mylène shows Ivan her latest drawing, grinning brilliantly as her big golden brown eyes meet his, an idea hits him and he turns to work on his next drawing. He hides his work from her until it's finished, even as she attempts to peek over his shoulder, then reveals his crayon doodle of Mylène herself, the prettiest stick figure he’d ever drawn if he did say so himself. Her smile grows wide as she crushes him in a hug before turning to draw him as well.

Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka go to the easels and try their hands at finger painting. Juleka is unsure at first, but with Rose and Nathaniel’s encouragement and direction, she dips a finger into the black paint and begins working. Rose finishes first and proudly shows off her unicorn dancing through pink clouds. Juleka nervously displays hers next, a raven perched on a pile of pink, red, and white roses. Nathaniel is slow to reveal his work, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck as Rose gushes at his painting of Ladybug and Chat Noir while Juleka quietly tells him it’s awesome.

Nino and Adrien chat quietly as they follow Alya and Marinette, who look at the various sculptures and paintings for sale. Marinette lifts a small black cat sculpture that fits perfectly in her palm. The cat sits regally with its head held high and its tail curled around its feet, its glowing green eyes staring ahead. Around its neck rests a green collar with a little golden bell. It reminds her of Chat, down to the crooked smirk it appears to have, and she decides to buy it. Alya shows Nino a fox sculpture she’d found, its features cartoonish but cute, and he points out a necklace with a teal sea turtle hanging from it. Marinette notices Adrien holding something red in his hand and steps over, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks when she recognizes a ladybug charm, meant to be added onto a bracelet.

“G-going, uh, going to get it?” she asks, peering up at him. Adrien jumps in surprise, then smiles when he sees her.

“Yeah, I think so.” His eyes flicker to the cat sculpture in her hand. “A black cat?”

The heat in her cheeks increases. “Oh, well, yeah, it just… it reminds me of Chat.” Her eyes flicker to the ground, then slowly meet Adrien’s gaze. She’s startled to find he’s blushing as well, eyes gone wide at her confession. “A-And he’s my favorite, uhm, of the two of them, so I… well…”

“F-Favorite?” he chokes out, sounding like he’s having trouble taking a breath. With how red his face is, that might be the case. “You, you like Chat Noir… he’s your… o-okay.”

Marinette opens her mouth to question his reaction – and ask if he’s feeling alright because he looks like he might need to sit down – when a sharp laugh draws her attention to Chloe and Sabrina.

“Look at all this garbage, Sabrina, honestly, who would want to be seen with this?” Chloe lifts a clay pot, cracked around the edges but painted beautifully despite its flaws. “Daddy would never get me anything so tacky.”

Sabrina nods, though her eyes flicker longingly to the pot as Chloe moves on to another shelf. “And this one here looks like it was made by a child. Why on earth would I spend my money on this?”

Marinette scowls and whirls around, heading for the cash register to pay for her sculpture, grumbling under her breath about how some people simply can’t appreciate art. Adrien follows her silently, paying for his ladybug charm once she finishes. Alya and Nino had already bought their trinkets, so the four make their way to the corner of the room to learn how to paint a sunset scene.

Nino sits next to Adrien on one bench, and Alya next to Marinette on another. Having never really painted, Adrien pays close attention to the artist as she shows them how to make the first basic strokes. He’s slower than the others, trying to be as careful and precise as possible with each color and making them blend together just right. Reds become oranges which fade to pinks, blues, and finally black, with a few white dots scattered here and there. Mountain peaks cover the foreground, black silhouettes against the color-filled sky. The sun is the hardest part, the brush not wanting to move as he presses down lightly and spins it around as carefully as he can. The edges are a little jagged, the lines of color curved slightly, and the mountains appear to blend together, but he’s proud of his picture. Beside him, Nino draws a little forest in the foreground, dark green trees reaching out to touch the fading sun. Alya’s is brighter, rays shining from the sun as the world she paints is awoken to the morning light. Marinette creates an ocean setting, the light of the sky reflected in the waves she creates. A tiny boat floats in the corner of her painting, the words S. S. Marinette invisible to anyone not looking for a signature.

Seeing Adrien looking at her painting, she tries to show him how she made such a small signature – and ends up accidentally painting his wrist in the process. Adrien reaches for his paintbrush and interrupts her apologies as he paints a little green mark on her cheek. Horror flashes through her expression, quickly replaced by a determined smirk as she dips her brush in some red paint. Nino and Alya watch, amused, as Marinette chases Adrien down to paint his own cheek red, earning another green smear on her forehead in return. She raises her brush to exact more revenge, but he gets there first, smudging green paint all over her cheeks. He then quickly ducks under a table to hide from her fury, giving her a sheepish grin when she lifts the tablecloth, grabs the front of his shirt, and yanks him up. His face stops inches from hers as she holds him still, clutching his shirt tightly while she dots red paint over his face. Adrien does nothing to defend himself, flustered from how close his lips are to hers. At last Marinette lets him go, satisfied with her revenge, and starts to step by him when she trips over her feet. She crashes into him and they both tumble to the ground. Adrien’s eyes meet Marinette’s and they stare at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing, finally recognizing how silly their paint-littered faces look.

“You… you look like you have chickenpox,” Marinette giggles, muffling her laughter in his shirt.

“And your freckles have turned green,” Adrien snickers, hugging her close.

When at last their laughter fades they start to sit up, pausing when their proximity is realized as their faces come within inches of touching. Adrien’s breath hitches and Marinette’s heart skips a beat, their eyes drawn just below each other’s noses for a moment. They share a breath, beginning to move closer, when Adrien touches his brush to her nose, painting it bright green.

“Gotcha,” he whispers, but the playfulness is gone, another emotion swimming in his eyes. Marinette blushes and gives him a shy smile before pulling back.

“Yeah, you have.”

The two slowly stand and make their way back to their seats, blushing brightly as they set to work on another painting, their minds reeling.

Other than quiet chatter, the studio is mostly silent, tranquility filling the air as the class enjoys their activities in the studio. The morning passes more quickly than any would have wanted it as they each explore their talents or discover new ones. Even Chloe and Sabrina seem to find a way to entertain themselves after discovering they can make their own jewelry – though Chloe was reluctant at first, she could tell Sabrina was interested and decided to humor her, though she’d never admit she was enjoying the art herself.

The peace in the studio is eventually broken, however, when Kim dares Alix to flick clay onto Max’s vase, and he in turn throws some at her in good fun and hits Kim instead. War arises among them, clay hitting glasses and hoodies and sneakers until the three are covered with clay, smeared on their hands and clothes and splattered on their faces and hair. A treaty is formed when Mrs. Bustier comes over to stop Kim from shoving Max’s head into a lump of clay as Alix slips clay into Kim’s hood; lunch is announced not too long after.

After everyone has gone to the bathroom and washed off most of the paint and clay from themselves, Mrs. Bustier allows the class to split into groups to get some lunch, reminding them to meet at the Bastille at two thirty to drive back to school.

Adrien’s hair is still a little wet from his attempt to remove paint from it, and he hopes the way it falls isn’t too reminiscent of Chat Noir to tip anyone off. He sidles next to Nino as the class leaves The Little Ladybug, and Alya and Marinette join them once the class separates. They walk aimlessly for a while, pointing out several restaurants they could stop at without deciding on anything, until suddenly Adrien stops, staring across the street.

“The Coffee of the Cats?” he asks, and the others follow his gaze. The building is small and simple, its name painted light blue on a beige wall. On its window is a drawing of a black cat sitting next to a mug of coffee. There are no bright, flashy lights or extra signs; it is almost hidden away on the street.

Alya and Nino don’t have any problem with it, and though Marinette seems to be containing a laugh at a joke none of the others catch, she agrees to go inside as well.

The Coffee of the Cats is filled with old furniture and cat trees, with only a few tables and chairs set up to somewhat resemble an actual café. Cat toys and beds are strewn about on furniture and on the floor, and all over are cats – cats loafing on their trees, cats sleeping in beds, cats winding around legs, cats everywhere. Adrien thinks this might be what heaven looks like.

Nino and Alya take a seat on one of the couches, Marinette on a nearby chair, and Adrien plops right down on the floor to start petting one of the cats. A waitress offers them a menu and they order, eager to eat after the long morning they had. Once the waitress leaves for the kitchen, Marinette kneels next to Adrien and scratches under a ginger cat’s chin, earning a happy purr in response.

A grey cat hops onto the couch and gingerly steps over both Nino and Alya’s laps, head and tail held high. Alya cracks a small smile while Nino warily watches the cat walk over them, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Duuuude, I don’t… cats aren’t my thing, man, I’ve always just had dogs; big, loud, lovable dogs and cats are just… they’re weird, dude.”

Alya laughs and pats his shoulder. “I promise I’ll protect you from the scary cat, you dork.”

Nino is miffed for a minute before another cat leaps into his lap and he yelps, clutching onto Alya. “Dude dude dude dude dude!”

She carefully lifts the cat into her lap and scratches behind its ears, raising an amused eyebrow at Nino. He merely crosses his arms and looks away. “…It just startled me, that’s all.”

Marinette picks up a feather wand and starts playing with the ginger cat, cooing as it bats at the dangling feathers. The white cat Adrien had been petting joins in, the two cats chasing and pouncing at the always out of reach feathers. Adrien laughs as he watches, leaning a little against Marinette, who decides not to comment on how his arm snakes around her waist. There’d be plenty of time to talk later.

When the food comes they all move to a table, chatting amiably about first the art studio, then Nino’s newest album, Alya’s sisters’ latest trip to the hospital, Marinette’s most recent design, and one of Adrien’s guilty pleasures.

“You watch romcoms in your spare time? Dude, seriously?” Nino stares at him in disbelief, his uneaten ice cream melting in his bowl.

“I mean, I can see it,” Alya says, taking a bite of her chocolate cake. “You’re totally a hopeless romantic, right?” Adrien’s blush is all she needs for confirmation, regardless of the stuttering affirmation he gives her. “See? Ready to sweep some girl off her feet and ride into the sunset.”

“But romcoms? I understood the anime, okay, they have some great plotlines, but romcoms just… it’s the same movie! Over and over, the exact same movie!”

Adrien frowns. “No, sometimes the girl falls first, and sometimes the guy does, and they really beautifully portray relationships as both fun and emotionally deep if you watch the right ones.”

Marinette sips at her milkshake. “He’s got a point.”

Nino points a fry at her. “You stay out of this. Alya, come on, dude, back me up!”

She shrugs. “Sorry, I like them too.”

“Oh, come on!” He shakes his head, almost as pitiful as the orange sherbet melting away in his bowl. “…I need new friends, dude.”

The Bastille isn’t far from the café, but after walking for a little while Alya begins to playfully complain about how tired she is from walking. Nino offers to carry her on his back, then turns to Adrien.

“Bet we could beat you and Mari to the Bastille.”

Adrien immediately bends down so Marinette can climb onto his back. He holds onto her legs carefully as her arms loop around his neck, and he hopes that she can’t feel his pounding heart. “You’re on.”

The two take off, holding tightly to the girls as they zip through streets and sidewalks. Marinette and Alya seem to be having more fun the boys are, yelling insults at each other and encouraging Adrien and Nino to run faster lest the other get ahead. It’s neck and neck all the way to the Bastille, until Adrien is forced to stop for an old man hobbling across the road (who may have been familiar but neither he nor Marinette was paying very much attention). Nino and Alya celebrate their victory, cheering and good-naturedly boasting their win to Adrien and Marinette. Adrien takes the loss well and congratulates them, though Marinette is a little sore and it takes a few silly faces from Adrien to get her to cheer up again, promising to beat them next time.

Mrs. Bustier smiles and checks the four of them off her list as they step onto the bus, then follows them inside. Alya and Nino sit in front of Adrien and Marinette, and Mrs. Bustier double checks that the entire class is present before taking a seat herself. The bus driver then shuts the door and they drive off, heading back for school.

With the rumbling of the bus, the warmth radiating from Adrien, and the exhaustion from a long, full day, Marinette falls asleep in no time, resting her head against Adrien’s shoulder. He is startled at first, but smiles and wraps an arm around her, wishing her sweet dreams under his breath. Alya and Nino turn around and snap a few pictures of the two before Adrien catches them, his face flushing red as he insists they turn back around before they wake Marinette.

Outside, the city is bustling, people hurrying into shops and houses with their arms loaded with bags. Cars honk and street vendors call to the people passing by, the smell of fried food permeating inside the bus. Gone is the peaceful moment of dawn, yet still Adrien would call this time magical, not because of faeries and spirits, but because of the life that flows throughout Paris, from its people to its streets to the bright blue sky. The city is alive, Adrien thinks as he leans his head against the bus window. And as the Eiffel Tower comes into view once again, he knows that is what makes Paris beautiful.

#miraculous summer exchange #miraculous ladybug #what makes us beautiful #adrienette

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? | Karamel Fanfiction #4 (Part 8)

Author’s Note : So.. It’s been awhile since I updated this series. I took a “hiatus” and I was starting to get a cold feet about it tbh. But, some of you are eagerly asking me to update, asking me about updates. And any encouragements coming from you are like rays of sunshine. So for your honor, here’s the Part8 from the KIKO Series of Karamel Fanfiction #4 - which I haven’t uploaded on Tumblr yet, and I hope you enjoy reading! I already posted this couple weeks ago, but since Part9 is coming anytime soon (I promise), here’s what happened before then. PS: play the song while you’re reading the story ;) #itllbringyouallthefeels

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? #np : Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You & Tenerife Sea

It’s 5pm now.

Kara left her office early. She finished and submitted her draft about the Alien Fight Club to Snapper hours earlier than the deadline. It granted her to leave the office earlier than the regular office hour, while her boss proofread, arranged, and decided which one of his staff’s article was the best for the headline. So now she’s home. Thank Rao there were no major crime she needed to take care of for today, so she can came home early to have some free time - me time - for herself later in the afternoon.

Well, actually she came home early to prepare herself.

That’s right. She needed to prepare herself, because in two hours, Kara’s going to meet Conner for a salsa and tacco night. Which two of those words Kara not really familiar with. Well, she knows what a salsa and tacco are. She dances, but not salsa dance. She eats tacco, but pizza and potstickers are her most favorites food. She was still thinking whether she needs to go or just take a rain check on it. She was still thinking whether she should be going or just staying at home, yet it made her feeling nervous and anxious all day.

Earlier this morning, Kara received a bouquet and a pendant necklace from Conner. She was surprised. For all she knew, they just met twice. First at the bar where he bought her drinks, and the second time was when they coincidentally bumped-into-each-other-then-went-for-a-brunch-together at Noonan’s where they had coffee and sticky buns together. And now he sent her gifts.

She just freshly showered and was about to blow dry her damp hair, when she heard a knock on her door. With her x-ray vision she looked through the wall and there she saw Mon El standing outside the door. She threw her damp towel elsewhere and walked to the door.

“Hi!”, Mon El greeted excitedly as Kara opened the door.

“Hi.. What are you doing here? Did something happened? Is everything okay?”, she asked worrily.

“Can you stop being a superhero for once? When someone comes to you, it doesn’t always mean that something happened, Kara”

“Sorry, and please come in”, she moved a little to the side so Mon El could walk in. “So, what happened?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who’s going on a date”

“Wh, what? It’s not a date, Mon El”, she denied.

“Winn told me that when a guy and a girl went out together, and just the two people getting together for an activity..”

“Yes but it’s not a date, Mon El.. It’s just,”

“Yeah right..”, he said. Then he rubbed his hands before asking her, “So, what are you gonna wear?”

“What I’m gonna what now?”

“What are you gonna wear to this date?”

“Ugh! Again, this is not a date, Mon El. It’s just a dinner with a.. friend. And second,”

“And second, you cannot wear those lame and outdated cardigan you have. So threw it out”, he being sassy, Kara gave him the look. “What? Don’t give me the look. You’ll thank me later, Kara”

“Why do I need your opinion?”, she asked as she walked to the livingroom and Mon El followed.

“Because I’m a guy, and I know what a guy wants, what a guy likes. And I’m your friend, right? Friends help a friend in need” Again with the “friend”? Really Mon El?, he said to himself.

“Do I need it….”

“You do! Now, chop chop. Blow dry your hair or whatever and show me what you got” He ordered, both laughed.

“Now where do you know about blow dry”, Kara said as she walked to her room.

Mon El’s mood seemed to be lighten up than earlier. Just this morning he was looking tensed and unfriendly, but now he has this excitement and he’s being friendly. Suspiciously friendly. Although Kara wondered his motives, she feels glad that there’s someone helping her for this prompt matter.

Mon El walked behind her, and slumped to one of the couch in her livingroom. Kara took two minutes to blow dry her hair, do the side bangs, pinned half side of the hair up, and put the first dress on. It was a knee length mid sleeves floral A-line dress, she added a white belt on the waist. It’s a more of formal outfit than a daily outfit. She walked to him, and asked for his opinion.

“OK. First dress. What do you think?”, Kara asked, her hands on the waist.

“Really?”, Mon El narrowed his eyes. It was a no. “No. Next”, he ordered.

“You sure?”, she asked again.

“Yes. Next!”

She walked back to her room. Well it’s the first dress, Kara looked in the mirror and wasn’t really impressed with the dress anyway. She agreed with him. Then she quickly changed her dress.

While waiting for the second dress, Mon El took the remote control and turned the TV on to a music channel. Ed Sheeran’s song Shape of You just started to play. As it played, he listened to the song and starting to like it. He likes the beat. It’s sexy.

“Here’s the second”, Kara said as she walked to Mon El. She wore a sleeveless turtle neck black and white stripes flare dress, with a black cardigan.

“BIG NO. Are you going for a job interview or something? And what did I say about the cardigan?”, he rejected immediately after he saw what he saw.

“Threw it.” She huffed.

“Good. Go” Mon El said nonchalantly waving his hand. Kara let out a grunt and in a whooz she disappeared.

While waiting for Kara, Mon El focused his stare to the music video on TV. The music video written the lyrics. Just like in a karaoke, he sang along. He kinda like this song. The beat, the lyric, Ed’s voice, it made his body move.

“Everyday discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your bo…”, he sang along then Kara walked out. “..dy”

He locked his stare to a perfectly looking Kara in her ruffles off shoulder body fit black dress. The medium length dress was simple, yet it looked sexy and hugged Kara’s body perfectly. He wondered why he never saw Kara wearing this dress before, nor Kara ever wore this dress before. She looked amazing, like really amazing on it.

“What do you think?”, Kara asked.

“Wow.. This is.. You are..”, he was dumbstruck. His mouth tried to form a word.

“This is the one! Wow.. Kara.. you look”, he just lost of words. He stood up from the couch.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”, she said proudly.

“A thousand yes! You look amazing, Kara.. Wow…” He exclaimed then whispered softly, “He’s one lucky guy”

“Come again?”

“Nothing..”

The thought of “lucky guy” - of Conner, who’s going to be the one to spend the evening with such an amazing look and an amazing person like Kara, it broke his heart. Sometimes she doesn’t even have to say a word to make his heart hurt.

“Well, thank you for your help. I bought this for special occasions; and I never wear this dress because when I put it on, I think it’s too sexy.. and as a Supergirl, I can’t really,”

“Well you look perfect”, he complimented before she could finish her sentence.

Their eyes locked to each other for a couple seconds. Smile plastered on their face, but Mon El broke the stare before he get drowned into it and do something he’d later regret. He took a step forward to her.

“Alright. Done with the dress. Now, let’s practice a salsa”

“Let’s what now?”

“Let’s practice a salsa. Come on, now follow my lead”, he said as he sang along with the song. She let a laugh came out from her mouth.

“You know how to salsa?”, she asked in disbelief as Mon El walked to her.

“Hey I’m a dancing star on Daxam. We danced a lot. And although we didn’t have this so called salsa dance, but Barry and Winn showed me a video..”

“A video?”, Kara asked. Mon El nodded.

“They showed me these videos of this Val guy and then Derek something from that dancing show.. Long story short, I know the steps. I’m a fast learner y'know.. Now, let’s practice”

Kara hesitated, but Mon El quickly grabbed her hand to get her to stand beside him before she changed her mind.

“Come on, lit the spirit! This song and this beat is perfect, you, follow my lead”, he said as Kara stood beside him.

“Do I really need this crash course..”

“M hm. You helped me to adjust and adapt on earth, so please let me in return teach you how salsa..”, he said politely. Kara smiled at him. He tapped his feet already.

“Now salsa, it’s all about the feet and the steps. It’s all about embracing your sexiness.. and have some fun. It’s an easy basic 8 count steps..”, he explained. He stood beside her to show her the salsa On1 step.

“See.. Starts from the neutral position, then you step forward with your left, back again to neutral. Then step backward with your right, and back again to center”

Kara followed his lead, and moved her feet just like Mon El showed her. First with the feet side by side in neutral position, then step forward, neutral position. Then step backward with another, and back in neutral position. He helped her to learn the steps with a count from one to eight to make it easier. They stepped together as he teached her to mastered the basic step first. Then they moved rhythmically with the song. Kara quickly kept up with his pace, so Mon El took her hand as he stepped forward and stood in front of her.

“That’s perfect. Now take my hand”, he said and she did. “And another on my back shoulder”

“Now your shoulders.. You keep it straight and broadened, but do not stiffened. Hands above here..”, he touched her shoulder and grabbed her hands to a position.

“Good.. Now the feet” Kara listened to him intently and followed his lead.

Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You still played as their back sound and they started to move. They danced like a natural. First they started with a slow step, then he slowly up the tempo. They danced for a minute trying to keep up and not to step on each other’s toes. They danced in sync. Then he spread his hand and rolled her out, then pulled his hand and rolled her back. She laughed.

Then they speeded up the tempo, they speeded up their steps, and on the final move, right at the bridge of the song, he spun her around. He catched her just in time, and threw her back almost to the floor with his hand on her back, and that’s how their quick course crash course salsa course ended. Their breath hitched, then she let out a giggle.

His nose just inches away from her lips, inches away from her neck. For don’t know how many times, they were in a kissing distance. And with that, the song ended. And with such forceful tension of desire between them, both were trying hard to not make a move and kiss another. He pulled her back up, Kara jumped and clapped her hands. She was all smiley, a big smile on her face.

“That was amazing!! Thank you Mon El!”, she said excitedly.

“Pshh..”, Mon El played it cool.

“Alright. Salsa, the steps, the shoulder, the hips. Got it. Now I need to find my heels. Then I’m good to go”, she said as she walked back to her room excitedly.

“Can I get some water?”, Mon El asked as he walk to her kitchen.

“Oh yes! Sure. It’s in the fridge” her voice sounded distant from her room.

He took two bottles of water. He opened one for himself and took a gulp right away. There was a silence in the room, except a low sound of music playing from the TV. As he was playing the label on the bottle, he started to wonder about something. So he asked her.

“So, what do you think about Conner?”, Mon El asked.

He asked her a question. He finally asked her the question. He’s been wondering about that for days, he’s been wondering about how or what Kara really thinks about Conner for days. And he figured that perhaps this is the right time to ask her about it. Kara walked out her room wearing a perfect match heels for the dress. She wore her peep toe black heels that lengthen her legs and made her look hundred times sexier. Then she walked to him who was sitting on her kitchen stool.

“Actually, I never think about Conner”, she answered as she took a bottle of water Mon El offered.

“You wanna know what I think?”, he asked.

“What do you think?”

“I think he’s suspicious”, he said it right-to-the-point.

“Why, why would you think that?”, her eyebrows were narrowed.

“It’s just the vibe, you know.. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s a jerk or something, but, I just have suspicions on him. Guys kinda have this radar on other guys…”, he tried to explain.

“Well thank you for being a caring friend, Mon El”, she said politely, sweetly, as she grazed his hand. Mon El smiled in return. He couldn’t help but having goosebumps arose all over his body from her touch.

“M hmm…”

She looked at her watch, it read 6:20pm. She had to go now if she wanted to be at Cabana on time. Because with no cape, no Supergirl outfit, only Kara, means she should walk or took a bus to get there. And it takes time.

“Well, again, thank you Mon El. And now, I have to go”, Kara said as she walked to grab her long coat and turned off the TV. “Oh do you want to stay here? You can stay in, I won’t be long. And I have frozen pizza on the fridge in case you’re hungry”, Kara came back as she putted on her knee length black coat.

“Oh no no, thank you.. But I think I’ll go back to the DEO. Barry and Winn are there”

“Oh right! Barry texted me said he wanted to have a pizza party at The DEO before he travel back to Central City”

“Yes.. It sounds inviting right. Hey, you don’t wear that gift he sent you today?”

“Wear what? what gift?”, Kara asked looking confuse.

“That necklace he sent you..”

“Oh that, yes! I almost forgot” She quickly walked back to her room, and not a second later came back with the necklace.

“That’s a pretty necklace”, Mon El said.

“Would you mind helping me to put it on?”, she asked a favor. Mon El nodded, he walked to her, and took the necklace from her hand.

“Yes. Of course.. Allow me”, he said as he walked to stand behind her.

She pulled her hair up. His fingers were trembling from the view of Kara’s neck. He put it around her neck, and as his finger accidentally brushed her neck as he tried to lock the clasp, he could feel her skin reacted to his touch. Oh how he wanted to kiss that sweet spot.

“All done”, he said as he cleared his throat. He took a step away from her then he took a deep breath to neutralize the desire in his system. It’s crazy how she has this kind of power over him.

“It’s perfect” he said as she turned her body facing him.

“Thank you, Mon El”, she said. “Well, I should go..”

“Right…”

With that, he walked to the door, opened it, and took couple steps further. Kara followed behind, closing the door and locking the key. They started walking through the hallway, when Mon El stopped in his track and called her.

“Kara wait”, he said.

“I am serious about having suspicions.. about Conner,” he took a breath. “To keep a peace of my mind, can I walk you to Cabana? I swear I won’t get in the way, I just need to make sure that you’re safe”

Kara looked at him intently. His face expressed his worries. He worried about her. She figured that maybe this was the main reason why Mon El came to her apartment, to actually keep her company, to chaperoned her, to guard her.

“You want to walk me to Cabana?”

“Yes. Just to make sure you’re safe. I mean, I know you’re a big girl, and I know you can take care of yourself, but not everyone knows that you’re a Supergirl, and it’s better for you to keep it that way, so I just wa-”

“Yes”, Kara said.

“Yes?”, Mon El asked.

“Yes, of course you can walk me to Cabana.. Now let’s go”, she answered. Mon El was all excited and happy like a kid in a candy shop. He can walk Kara to the Cabana, he walk with Kara to the Cabana.

20 minutes later..

Cabana is the new tacco place open near the West Mainestreet intersection, across the street from the Groceries&Restaurant. Kara and Mon El walked and talked along their walk, they didn’t realize that they’re just standing across the street from Cabana. They stopped right in front of Groceries&Restaurant.

“That’s Cabana.. We’re here”, Mon El said as he snuck his hands to the pocket of his jacket.

“Yup. Thanks for walking me, Mon El”. He smiled at her.

“My pleasure”, he said.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, she asked. Why are you doing this to me, Kara? You know I’d like to come.

“No, you enjoy your night, tacco, salsa, date, or whatever, and have fun”, he said.

“You too. Say hello to Barry from me? I’ll come to the DEO soon after the dinner”

“Sure”, he curved a sided smile.

“And save a slice for me please?”, she asked him a favor.

“Haha.. That, I can’t promise you”, he said laughingly. “Well, I should go. You pretty lady, enjoy your date”, he turned to his right about to walk.

“Mon El..”, she called him. He stopped and turned his head to Kara.

She walked closer to him. And to his surprise, she hugged him. She hugged him tight. He slip his hands out of his jacket, and hugged her back just as tight.

“Thank you…”, she whispered in his embrace.

She loosen her hug, then she gave him a kiss on his cheek and smile. She walked from him, crossing the street and in to the Cabana. His hands searching for her as the absent of her warmth changed to the freezing cold air breeze.

“Somehow you don’t have to open your mouth or say anything to hurt me. You can just.. go”, Mon El whispered as Kara entered Cabana. He realized that he just let Kara go, he just let Kara slipped away from him. And he realized what Alex said to him was true, that it’s hurting him. And the worse part, it’s all happened right in front of his eyes and he didn’t do anything about it.

•••••

An hour later.. The DEO Meeting Room

“Too bad Kara wasn’t here to have the last slice of the pizza.. It’s mine…”, Winn said about to take the very last slice of the delicious pepperoni pizza. J'onn, Alex, Barry, James and Mon-El were all sitting and staring at him when someone’s coming

“Don’t you dare touching my pizza!”, a loud voice coming from behind. Winn raised his hands away from the pizza. All of them were turning their head to the coming voice. To their surprise, it was Kara’s.

“You’re heree!!”, Winn exclaimed happily.

“Kara! I know you’d come”, Barry said just as happy as Kara came to him and gave him a hug with one hand because her other was holding a paperbag.

“Of course I come! Please tell me you save the last slice”, Kara said.

“You’re lucky just in time.. Winn and Mon El were fighting over the last one”, Barry said.

“It’s mine!”, she pointed her finger to Winn.

“And, I hope your stomach aren’t full, because..”, she said as she placed the paperbag on the glass table. “Tacco and potstickers!!”, she exclaimed excitedly as she pulled out five containers from the bag one by one.

All of them were cheering for round two. They were all munching the potstickers and taccos Kara brought, and it’s almost gone within five minutes.

“Oh hey, how was your date?”, Barry asked as he dipped the tacco to the guacamole.

“It wasn’t a date, Barry”, Kara responded with a mouthful.

“Yeah I don’t think so either, since it’s only 8pm and you’re here..”, Barry said with tacco in his mouth.

“You chickened out weren’t you?”, Winn snickered as he took a bite of his potsticker.

“What? I’m not. Conner cancelled on the last minute”

“He did what?”, Winn almost choked his potsticker.

“Yeah.. He said he got something at work, and…”, then Kara told Winn what happened. But only Winn, Alex, and J'onn listened. While Barry and Mon El shared a look. He then whispered to him.

“Go get her man”, Barry mouthed. Mon El only responded with a smirk.

And then they spent the night talking, laughing, teasing, and telling stories about how Kara and Barry became a superhero. The talk went for hours, without them realizing that it’s 11pm and it’s time for Barry to leave.

“These potstickers are da bomb. Thanks Kara..”, Barry said as he gave her a hug.

“You are most welcome”, Kara hugged him back.

“Alright. I got to go”, Barry said. “And don’t forget, if you need anything, I’m just a call - no, a portal away. Thanks a lot guys.. J'onn..” Barry said for the last time before he pushed the button of his inter-dimentional extrapolator. He walked through it, then he disappeared in a flash.

What they didn’t know was, this inter-dimentional crossover portal thing, it wasn’t a new thing. The portal can be created to crossover - and not only to crossover between Kara’s and Barry’s earth. Somewhere in National City, another portal to another dimention was open, and that would mean for trouble. And for trouble, they better prepare.

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Chapter 47 One By One

“Still not sure why we need to be here”, Stiles said, following Freddie as they hurried through the high school boys’ locker room. “You kept going on about figuring out what we need to stop your monster—“

“It’s not “my” monster”, Freddie corrected him.

Stiles picked up on his faux pas too late. “Sorry, sorry. The one you guys conjured—the monster. The Unspoken.” The exited the locker room and went out to the swimming pool area. The pool was empty for cleaning, but no one from janitorial was there now. Stiles continued, “The thing is, I appreciate your offer to help, but Scott and Kira are already working on—“ Stiles looked at Freddie, who had stopped and was gazing dreamily back at the locker room. Stiles snapped his fingers in front of the ginger boy’s eyes. “Yo! Freddie. Stay with me.”

Freddie looked sheepish. “Sorry. I just realized, walking through there, we must have passed the exact spot where you and Scott had that argument with Jackson about—“

Stiles cut him off as quickly as he could. “Yes, it’s all really thrilling, I’m sure. But let’s do highlights from our captivating previous installments later. Hell, we can all gather around Kaitlyn and her psychic TV Land channel and binge watch. But for now”, and he really stressed the ‘now’, “what have you got?”

“Got?”, Freddie repeated, almost having forgotten what they came there for. “Oh, right! I have got something for you, hang on a second.” Freddie fished around in his pocket for something, then started to draw out what looked like a thin leather strap. He tugged on it, but it didn’t budge past a certain length. “I think it’s stuck on my keys”, he explained.

“Tick-tock, Robin”, Stiles urged, keeping his tone light.

“Here it is!”, Freddie pulled from his pocket a necklace of some sort. Dangling from the leather strap was a pendant of some kind. It was green—it could have been plastic, it could been glass, or possibly some kind of polished stone—and gave off a faint glow. Freddie held it up proudly to his hero. Stiles looked at it in much the same way he might look at a gift a cat might bring him in the form of a dead bird.

“Ahh…that’s something, alright. What is it?”

“It’s a necklace I made for you. Well, Kaitlyn helped a lot, but I designed it with you in mind.” He held it closer for Stiles to inspect, and Stiles squinted his eyes trying to decipher what he was looking at. “Oh, it’s supposed to be in the shape of a detective’s magnifying glass”, Freddie offered, anticipating the question. “Like Sherlock Holmes. Since you’re a detective and all. I think I came pretty close.”

Stiles gave Freddie a weak smile. The pendant looked more like a turtle shell with the head and neck of a giraffe attached to it. “Good job.” Then shifting his gaze to the nervous redhead, “I really appreciate it, but we need to get a move-on if we’re—“

Freddie didn’t let him finish. “Stiles”, he started, with emphasis, “you have been a great inspiration to me. I-I have tried to live my life by your example.”

Stiles winced a little under the grandiose praise. “Um…you’re welcome?”

“So I’d like you to have a little something back for all you’ve given me”, Freddie said. His eyes even looked a bit moist, so as he reached up to place the necklace around Stiles’ neck, Stiles just let him. He didn’t want the kid getting any more emotional.

“It looks good on you”, Freddie said, his mouth a thin line as if he were holding back a sob.

Stiles looked at his new necklace. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Up close, it looked kind of witch-crafty, but in another way it was reminiscent of those rather unsightly woven friendship bracelets. Whether or not Stiles would decide to keep wearing it, he did appreciate the gesture. He looked up from the necklace to Freddie. “Thanks, man. This is really nic—urph!” Freddie had reached forward and taken Stiles’ face in his hands, and then Freddie kissed his hero right on the lips. The kiss was neither forceful nor aggressive, but it took Stiles completely by surprise. He pulled back as soon as Freddie let go.

“Whoa! Dude, give a guy a little warning!”

Freddie’s expression turned somber. “I’m really very sorry”, he said quietly.

“Hey, it’s okay”, Stiles hastened to assure him. “It’s not a big deal. But if you had just asked, I probably would’ve said it was alright for you to give me a good luuuuc-YUULPP!”

Freddie pushed Stiles over the edge and into the empty pool. Stiles landed right on the top of the incline where the shallow end of the pool dipped down to become the deep end. As Freddie had intended, Stiles could not get his footing in time, and he slid all the way down the incline to smack into the wall at the far end of the pool, on the bottom, eleven feet down from where he had previously been standing.

It took Stiles a moment to get his bearings and realize what had just happened to him. Rubbing his sore back and bruised bum, Stiles looked up at the sad-looking redhead and hollered, “Freddie! What the hell is your problem?!”

Freddie said nothing, but walked away, toward the opposite end of the pool. His soft footsteps echoed in the empty pool area. There was uncomfortable silence for perhaps half a minute, and Stiles called up to him again.

“What’s going on up there? You’re not just gonna take off on me, are you? What’re you do--?”

There was a dull, rhythmic grinding sound from above, followed by a steady squeak of hinges working. Stiles thought the sound was familiar but he couldn’t place it. In another moment, he didn’t have to. To his horror, Stiles saw the segmented metal pool cover sliding steadily forward from the shallow end, locked in it tracks, moving inexorably forward to entomb the young detective.

Stiles’ heart began to race. “No. Freddie, NO! Don’t do this! FREDDIE!”

Stiles scrambled up the slope that led to the shallow end, but even dry, the surface was slicker than he had anticipated and he slid backwards quickly to once again impact with the wall where it met the low floor at the pool’s bottom. Stiles raced forward again, clawing at the smooth surface, gaining even less purchase this time, and sliding back just as quickly as before. He looked up and saw that the pool cover already completely covered the shallow end of the pool and continued moving forward over the deep end.

“Freddie! Enough’s enough! Stop it!”, he cried. More silence.

Stiles looked to the interior side wall of the pool and spotted the depth markings painted along its surface, even as the metal cover crossed each point. 4FT. 6FT. 8FT. His heart beat faster as he clambered to the interior wall and leapt up to grab the ladder leading out of the pool. For whatever reason, he kept missing it. Once, he nearly had a grip on it, but he slipped off. The distance between his hands and the ladder seemed to be shifting. Stiles attributed it to his rising panic, and assumed it was throwing his perception off. All the same, more than once he could swear the ladder was moving. In an unnervingly short amount of time, the metal cover reached the far end of the pool and locked in place. The light of the pool area was reduced to thin shafts piercing through the slats of the metal cover, and deep shadows were cast all around Stiles.

The silence was deafening. Stiles could hear nothing over the sound of his own labored breathing and the rush of blood in his ears. He was about to call out again, to see if Freddie was still there, when the soft voice drifted down to him, muffled by a layer of segmented metal.

“Like I said, Stiles. I’m really very sorry about this.”

“Sorry about what?! What the hell are you doing? You can’t leave me here, Freddie!”

“I have to. I really don’t want to, Stiles, but I have to.”

“Freddie, you don’t have to do anything! Come on, let me out of here and we can talk!”

“There’s nothing left to talk about. The decision’s been made. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry and let me OUT of here! Come ON! What the hell are you doing?!”

“What I have to. This monster has got to be banished, Stiles. And it’s either you or me. That’s just how it is.”

“You or me what? What are you saying, Freddie?” No response. “Freddie!”, Stiles pleaded. “I thought we were friends!”

“I thought so too”, Freddie said at last. “That’s what makes this so hard.” It was hard to tell through the heavy pool cover, but Stiles thought Freddie’s voice cracked, as it might when choking back a sob. “Goodbye, Stiles.”

Stiles listened as Freddie’s footsteps echoed his departure down the length of the pool and out through the locker room door. Stiles screamed as loud as he could. “FREDDIE!!!” There was no reply back. Stiles’ head dropped to his chest and he began to curse under his breath. His quiet expletives were interrupted suddenly by the sound of rushing water. Stiles whirled around to see the deep end of the pool behind him filling up with chlorinated water. The water rushed in at a tremendous rate, filling the pool up fast. Stiles’ eyes widened as he realized the full weight of his predicament. He swallowed hard, and could only think of one thing to say.

“Oh, shit.”

“Scott, wait up!”

Scott turned around to see Kaitlyn running toward him. Scott had been walking across an open lot which he sometimes used as a shortcut on the way to Kira’s house. Kaitlyn’s voice jarred him out of his thoughts about facing the monster with his girlfriend and his pack. He didn’t have the time or the patience to worry about the overeager newcomers as well.

“What are you doing here?”, Scott demanded. “You’re supposed to still be waiting at the house with Aadesh. Unless—did you come up something new about how to fight the monster?”

“No, not yet”, she said.

“Then you need to get back there and stay—“

“Where’s Stiles?”

Her question was so completely out of the blue that it caught him off guard. “Stiles? He’s at the high school. Freddie said he had a new idea or something he wanted to show him.” Before Kaitlyn could ask about a double-standard allowing Freddie to leave and her to stay put, he added quickly, “I wouldn’t let him go, but as long as Stiles is with him—“

Again she interrupted. “That’s just it. Stiles never showed up.”

“He didn’t?”

“We’ve been trying to find him. Has he got one of those disposable phones like you do?”

Scott shook his head. “No, he hasn’t had the chance yet.”

“Where’s Liam?”, she asked, looking very nervous.

“Kira and I are going to pick him up on the way to—“ Scott tilted his head as he considered the question. “Why would you need to know about Liam?”

Kaitlyn swallowed hard. “I’ve had another vision. Not a good one.”

Scott listened closely. Her heart was beating to rapidly for him to tell if she was lying. All he knew for certain was that she was genuinely scared. “Go on.”

“I was focusing on the monster—trying to push my visions to a point farther in the past than I’d ever—“

“Skip to the end, Kaitlyn.”

She took a breath, then, “I saw that at least once, when the monster needed more slaves, it would get them into the heaviest clothes they had—heavy coats, armor, whatever was on hand—and then cover them in his energy spores. That way he could control them longer before he burnt them out.”

Did her heart just skip a beat? “Why are you telling me this?”, Scott asked pointedly.

“Because we can’t find Stiles, and I have a terrible feeling about Liam—ah!” Kaitlyn gasped, and this time there was no hiding her irregular heartbeat.

“What?!”

“Omigod—look!” Kaitlyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and spun him around to face the other way. “Look”, she repeated, “Right there in front of you, it’s just like I said!”

Scott was astonished to see two lacrosse players, in full uniform, helmets, and pads, bristling with the monster’s energy thistles. They were moving toward Scott and Kaitlyn. Although their faces were obscured by their helmets, the numbers on their jerseys were unmistakable. 24 and 9. It was Stiles and Liam. Kaitlyn clung to Scott’s back as if she were trying to use him as a human shield. He felt her hands all over his neck and shoulders as she squirmed. Scott didn’t think that she was the kind to panic this badly, but that was a concern for another day. Firmly, but without undo force, Scott pushed Kaitlyn back. Then he turned to her with blazing red eyes and issued his edict.

“Go.”

Kaitlyn did so immediately, racing back the way she came. Scott stood firm and braced himself for the attack. The two enslaved friends picked up their pace. With his enhanced sight, Scott could now make out the eyes of his best friend and his Beta. Their eyes were glazed and absent of independent thought. They moved like automatons, but their strength and speed was enhanced due to the possession by the Unspoken’s thistles, as was their growing rage. For Stiles, that was bad enough, but for Liam, a considerably strong young werewolf, it was much worse. Scott popped his claws and searched for the weakest points on their gear to shred first. He’d have to free them of the thistles without hurting them, as well as keep those damnable little sparkling things from attaching to himself. Scott let out a low growl and rushed forward to meet them.

“Liam, I’m glad I caught you.”

Liam had been waiting outside his house for Kira and Scott to come by and pick him up on route to collect everyone else. Then, as a pack, they could prepare for what they hoped was their final confrontation with The Unspoken. Liam craned his neck to see Aadesh running down the street toward him.

“Hey”, Liam said. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you guys supposed to be doing research stuff?”

“That’s why I’m here”, Aadesh said, catching his breath. “I have something that just might put the odds in our favor when you guys take down the monster. It just needs one thing to make it work.”

Liam perked up at the idea. He was not looking forward to a throw-down with the latest Big Bad, and having some kind of edge against it sounded like a gift. “Great! What does it need?”

Aadesh pointed at the young werewolf. “You.”

A few moments later found the two of them well into the woods behind the Dunbar house.

“Is there a reason we had to come all the way out here?”, Liam asked impatiently.

“That’ll make sense once you see what I’ve got for you”, Aadesh replied. “Now look at this.” He pulled a small bundle from his jacket pocket that looked like old cheesecloth. Aadesh unraveled the cloth to reveal twin cylindrical tubes of some kind, six or seven inches in length. They were made of a thin metal, with unusual engravings scratched into them.

“What are those?”, Liam asked.

“If I’m right, they’re your ace in the hole”, Aadesh smiled. “Hold out your arms.”

Liam grimaced. “You’re not gonna inject me with something, are you?”

“Hardly.” Aadesh clamped the twin artifacts onto Liam’s forearms, where they locked in place with a sharp snap. Liam held his arms up and saw that he was now wearing matching wrist bands that extended from just below his palms to halfway down his forearms.

“Um…so I scare the monster away with my terrible fashion sense?”

Aadesh ignored the jibe. “Look at those gems in the center of each band’s underside. Liam turned his arms over and indeed, there they were. Liam saw that each gem radiated a soft glow from deep within it.

“I see them.”

“Now press one gem on top of the other and rub them together in a circular motion—but always clockwise!”

Liam looked at Aadesh with furrowed brow. “Really? Do I get three wishes then?”

“Just trust me”, Aadesh said.

Liam followed the directions, and in a moment he started to feel woozy. “Whoa, what’s going on? What are these things doing?”

“Relax”, Aadesh urged. “Just relax, they’re making the connection with your body.”

“They’re what??”

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths, slow and steady. In just a few seconds you should be able to feel your balance returning.” Liam nodded. His feeling of lightheadedness faded. “Now you should be very aware of your own strength.” Liam grinned. He could feel something. It felt good. “And soon, very soon, you should feel your strength increasing. That’s what these do. They magnify your strength.”

Liam flexed his arms, making his biceps bulge. “Oh, man…I can feel it!”

“Their power doesn’t last indefinitely”, Aadesh warned. “So only use it when you have to. But you are going to feel pretty damn powerful as long as you’ve got ‘em.”

Liam swung his arms back and forth, feeling the energy build in his body. He felt like he was all muscle and he could take on the world. “These could make a big difference for us. Thanks!” Then, a thought occurred to him. “Wouldn’t it be better if you gave these to Scott? I mean, with this all relying on him to—“

“The other thing I needed to tell you is vital”, Aadesh interrupted. “We think the Unspoken could be enlisting other supernatural creatures to add to its army of minions.”

“No way. You kidding me?”

“Deadly serious. And the thing that we were most worried about, and why I brought those to you—“ Aadesh’s voice trailed off. His eyes grew wide and his lower jaw trembled.

“What is it?!”, Liam cried.

“Oh no…”, Aadesh whispered.

In a flash, a massive form rushed past Liam and impacted with Aadesh. Liam barely had time to register that what struck the boy was a massive fist thrust forward by an arm like a pile driver. Aadesh flew through the air, his body limp, and landed with a sickening thud a few dozen feet away.

“Aadesh!”, Liam cried. But before he could move, Liam looked up to see what had struck his new friend and now stood before him. It was taller than Liam, peering down on him from above, with various animal skins bound to its body which was a mountain of solid muscle. Its face was covered with a bleached bear skull. It made no sound, but peered down at the terrified Beta. It was a berserker. Liam started to back up, to put some distance between himself and this near-unstoppable juggernaut. He hadn’t made it very far when he heard something heavy hit the earth behind him. Liam turned to see a second berserker had arrived, and was stomping on heavy feet toward him. One of these atrocities was bad enough, but two?

Liam worked all his will to get a grip on himself and stop shaking. It wasn’t easy. As the two powerhouses strode toward him, the young werewolf wondered if his new magic bracelets would enhance his power to run.

“So you think he might be right?”

Mrs. Yukimura looked at her daughter and weighed the question before answering. “Given what Dr. Deaton has said…yes. Quite possibly, with the combination of the roar of a True Alpha werewolf and your sword backed by the power of the kitsune…” And she paused, looking for the right word for encouragement without sounding overly hopeful. “…this tactic does show promise.”

“So you’re saying we can win?”, Kira said hopefully. “Do you think we can beat this thing?”

Mrs. Yukimura sighed. “I think there is still much we do not know about The Unspoken. It is dangerous to become overconfident.”

“Right now I’d settle for just regular confidence”, Kira lamented.

“You will have the rest of the pack with you, then?”, her mother asked.

“Yes. All of them—all of us. Malia, Liam, Lydia, even Stiles. No one’s going into this alone. I’ll be backing Scott, but he’s leading the charge.” Kira’s phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw a familiar number with the smiling photo of Scott looking back at her, straw hat and all. “And speaking of whom…”

Kira gave her mom a quick kiss on the cheek. “Gotta go. Wish me luck.”

“I will wish you skill and precision. You haven’t the luxury of leaving anything to luck.”

Kira nodded, opted to skip any kind of remark or comeback, and was answering the phone call as she walked out the door. For a moment, her mother paused, wondering I thought Scott had lost his phone. Outside, Kira accepted the call and was met with a crackling sound interspersed with hissing.

“Scott? You there?”

“—hiss-crack Kira crackle—“

“I can barely hear you”, Kira said, raising her voice.

“—hiss-need help crackle-screech come quick-hiss—“

With that, the line went dead.

“Scott!” Kira received a text with brief directions. She was on her way without a second thought.

Kira reached where she believed Scott had sent her, one of the many forested areas around town. Silently, Kira cursed that she couldn’t reach anyone else on her phone. Why wasn’t anybody answering? After a few more attempts, all she got was more interference. She exited her car and looked around cautiously. There was nothing to see in view.

“Scott? I’m here.”

Before she could ask again in a louder voice, a swirl of smoky clouds encircled Kira. The cloudy mass was dark, but within each billow was that hideous orange glow now associated with the monster. Here and there, the gleam and shine of energy spores danced within. Kira’s sword was in her hand before she knew she was reaching for it. Her posture shifted instantly to a fighting stance as she looked around the surrounding cloud. She could see nothing beyond it, so she opted not to venture into it. Best to let whatever was in there come to her. She did not have to wait long.

A figure fell forward from one of the cloud banks, landing clumsily on the ground in a heap. Kira recognized immediately who it was.

“Scott!” She moved to rush to his side, but he looked up and held up a hand to stop her.

“No! Wait!” He looked a mess. His clothing was torn, he face scratched and cut. “Kira, the monster…it’s found a way to…I don’t know how, but it was able to…” he coughed, spitting up a bit of blood. “It got the others. Liam, Malia…oh, God…”

“Scott, what happened? Tell me what to do!”

Scott tossed a small cloth bag to Kira, who caught it easily. “It’s after that. Whatever you do, don’t let them take it.”

“Them? There’s more than one of it? What are you saying?”

There was a rumbling within the dark cloud behind Scott, and then the sound of something sharp piercing soft flesh. Scott screamed in pain. “Can’t change…they took my powers…Kira, it’s up to you…”

The rumbling from the cloud became and angry growl as Scott was pulled backwards swiftly into the darkness. “Don’t let them get it--!!”, was his final cry and then he was gone.

Kira had no idea what had just happened. Who were “they”? What had been done to Scott? And what was she holding? Kira looked at the bag in her hand. It barely filled her palm, was made out of some kind of rough cloth, and its top was tied with a leather string, knotted tightly in place. It had a strange aroma that Kira could not place. Was it a spell bag? Did it contain mistletoe, mountain ash, or some other magical substance? What was it for, what did it do? Kira looked up to call to Scott again, ready to march into the swirling darkness to save him. And she would have, had not something else not emerged from the dark clouds to stop her. There were four figures now standing before Kira. Two were workmen whom Kira recognized from the power station. They were still dressed in their work uniforms, with hardhats atop their heads, tool belts strapped around their waists. Their work boots and legs up to their thighs were scorched and flayed. Kira recalled how she had warned them away from the open doorway too late to prevent the Erin zombie from electrocuting them. They looked thoroughly electrocuted. Smoke still rolled off their clothing, and their faces were badly scarred. Dancing all around them were the monster’s energy thistles, holding them upright and moving them forward. Beside the two workman was the man Kira cut down from the chain link fence. He was a charred mass with blackened skin that was cracked and bleeding. Bits of the fence were still melted to his body in different places, and most of his hair had been burned off. He too was infested with the monster’s thistles. Last and worst of all was the reanimated remains of Erin. Kira knew that her corpse had dissolved inside the power station, but here it was, after a fashion, half-melted, mostly burned, its disfigured face stuck in a violent scream that hung low past where her jawline used to be to blend with her chest and shoulder. The cut through its neck was still readily apparent from where Kira’s sword had sliced through. The neck was off-center, with bits of flesh and sinew sticking out at odd angles, as if the head had been reattached in haste by unskilled hands. Erin’s corpse glowed from the inside out, its gaping jaw showing the many thistles inside it. All of these abominations stared at Kira with blank, glowing orange eyes. They began to shuffle forward, arms reaching out, groping to retrieve the pouch Kira held.

Kira swallowed hard and stepped back, gripping her sword tight. Letting out a slow breath, she whispered to herself, “Oh boy.”

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A Second Chance - Chapter 4

Marinette tries to clear up some misunderstandings, meanwhile Hawkmoth debuting a new villain to the public.

I was planning on making this longer but I wasn't feel well today, I nearly passed out :D so if the chapter feels a little short it's because I was planning on making it longer... :P But I hope you enjoy! You're comments, love and support motivate me to keep it up and I can't tell you how much it means to me!

AU by @ozmav.

"I apologize for the behavior of the Young Master, he has some behavioral issues that Master Bruce tends to turn a blind eye too. I can speak to him-"

"I can't thank you enough for this, thank you so, so much..."

He hugged her back for a moment before pointing towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. Marinette nodded and made her way over.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

Marinette got changed quickly, taking care not to mess up her bandages covering her arms and torso.

That's when they saw him.

"Greetings Master Bruce-"

"Father, Alfred decided to invite some weird girl to the Manor and I'm fairly sure she's trying to steal-"

Wait...his father?

"Absolutely not! I will not tolerate you speaking so ill about her-"

"She's making Titus feel unsafe-"

"You're making HER feel unsafe-"

"Enough. Why did you call me over here, Alfred?"

"But-"

"My cousin’s daughter came here from Paris seeking help. There's a war going on in Paris right now, about the Miraculous," Alfred started.

"Hawkmoth. That's his name, correct?" Bruce interrupted, recalling hearing his name from the reports from Paris.

"Correct, Master Bruce," Alfred stated.

Marinette's eyes widened, processing the information.

Alfred was about to continue before Bruce held his hand up.

"But father the girl-"

"Is Alfred's niece (correct me if I’m wrong) and may have information on the Joker's whereabouts. She will be...tolerated while her stay is here. Are we clear?" Bruce cut off. Damian just sighed.

"...yes, father."

Marinette just paused, before turning around and quietly making her way back to her room.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

"What are you doing here?" Damian asked, suspicious and cautious.

"How do I know these pancakes aren't drugged or poisoned and won't kill me the moment I take a bite?" Damian asked, pointing to the top of the stack.

Marinette just paused, before walking over and eating the first pancake of the stack herself.

She's just trying to butter me up, Damian thought. Well, no point in letting good pancakes go to waste.

Marinette just smirked proudly as she started on the next batch.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

A tall figure stepped forward confidently before stopped at his destination.

Knock knock.

Pause.

Knock knock knock.

Pause.

Knock.

Suddenly the ground below him shook, lowering him down to a dark room.

A man with dark slicked by hair and a purple suit walked in. His skin was a pale white, emphasizing his off-putting smile.

"I sent out some of my men to one of the rebel camps, should give them a bit of a scare," the pale man spoke.

"So I hear you encountered a new hero this time, correct?" Hawkmoth asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Then we must draw her out," Hawkmoth spoke.

"And just how do you intend that?"

"Are they as powerful as the previous ones?" the Joker asked, excitedly.

"Let’s bring some smiles on those kids’ faces."

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? | Karamel Fanfiction #4 (Part 8)

Inspired by @karamel-prompts’ prompts

••••• x •••••

Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? #np : Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You & Tenerife Sea

It’s 5pm now.

Well, actually she came home early to prepare herself.

With the flowers and the beautiful pendant necklace he sent, it feels like they have met more than a couple times. It feels like somehow they are dating now - like a “boyfriend and girlfriend”. But they are not. But with such a manner and attention he gave her, and just by thinking about it, Kara couldn’t help but having these butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Tonight may not be just a salsa and tacco night, it might be somewhat - a date. Or maybe she was just overthinking it.

Conner called her at nine, to make sure that she received the package he sent. And he said he would love to see Kara wearing that necklace when they meet later on. So now, she’s holding the rose shaped velvet box in her hand, and wondered whether she should put it on or not. The red stone was really pretty, she couldn’t help but mesmerized by the red stone.

“Hi!”, Mon El greeted excitedly as Kara opened the door.

“Sorry, and please come in”, she moved a little to the side so Mon El could walk in. “So, what happened?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who’s going on a date”

“Wh, what? It’s not a date, Mon El”, she denied.

“Winn told me that when a guy and a girl went out together, and just the two people getting together for an activity..”

“Yes but it’s not a date, Mon El.. It’s just,”

“Yeah right..”, he said. Then he rubbed his hands before asking her, “So, what are you gonna wear?”

“What I’m gonna what now?”

“What are you gonna wear to this date?”

“Ugh! Again, this is not a date, Mon El. It’s just a dinner with a.. friend. And second,”

“Why do I need your opinion?”, she asked as she walked to the livingroom and Mon El followed.

“Because I’m a guy, and I know what a guy wants, what a guy likes. And I’m your friend, right? Friends help a friend in need” Again with the “friend”? Really Mon El?, he said to himself.

“Do I need it….”

“You do! Now, chop chop. Blow dry your hair or whatever and show me what you got” He ordered, both laughed.

“Now where do you know about blow dry”, Kara said as she walked to her room.

“OK. First dress. What do you think?”, Kara asked, her hands on the waist.

“Really?”, Mon El narrowed his eyes. It was a no. “No. Next”, he ordered.

“You sure?”, she asked again.

“Yes. Next!”

She walked back to her room. Well it’s the first dress, Kara looked in the mirror and wasn’t really impressed with the dress anyway. She agreed with him. Then she quickly changed her dress.

“Here’s the second”, Kara said as she walked to Mon El. She wore a sleeveless turtle neck black and white stripes flare dress, with a black cardigan.

“BIG NO. Are you going for a job interview or something? And what did I say about the cardigan?”, he rejected immediately after he saw what he saw.

“Threw it.” She huffed.

“Good. Go” Mon El said nonchalantly waving his hand. Kara let out a grunt and in a whooz she disappeared.

“Everyday discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your bo…”, he sang along then Kara walked out. “..dy”

“What do you think?”, Kara asked.

“Wow.. This is.. You are..”, he was dumbstruck. His mouth tried to form a word.

“This is the one! Wow.. Kara.. you look”, he just lost of words. He stood up from the couch.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”, she said proudly.

“A thousand yes! You look amazing, Kara.. Wow…” He exclaimed then whispered softly, “He’s one lucky guy”

“Come again?”

“Nothing..”

“Well, thank you for your help. I bought this for special occasions; and I never wear this dress because when I put it on, I think it’s too sexy.. and as a Supergirl, I can’t really,”

“Well you look perfect”, he complimented before she could finish her sentence.

“Alright. Done with the dress. Now, let’s practice a salsa”

“Let’s what now?”

“Let’s practice a salsa. Come on, now follow my lead”, he said as he sang along with the song. She let a laugh came out from her mouth.

“You know how to salsa?”, she asked in disbelief as Mon El walked to her.

“Hey I’m a dancing star on Daxam. We danced a lot. And although we didn’t have this so called salsa dance, but Barry and Winn showed me a video..”

“A video?”, Kara asked. Mon El nodded.

“They showed me these videos of this Val guy and then Derek something from that dancing show.. Long story short, I know the steps. I’m a fast learner y'know.. Now, let’s practice”

Kara hesitated, but Mon El quickly grabbed her hand to get her to stand beside him before she changed her mind.

“Come on, lit the spirit! This song and this beat is perfect, you, follow my lead”, he said as Kara stood beside him.

“Do I really need this crash course..”

“M hm. You helped me to adjust and adapt on earth, so please let me in return teach you how salsa..”, he said politely. Kara smiled at him. He tapped his feet already.

“See.. Starts from the neutral position, then you step forward with your left, back again to neutral. Then step backward with your right, and back again to center”

“That’s perfect. Now take my hand”, he said and she did. “And another on my back shoulder”

“Now your shoulders.. You keep it straight and broadened, but do not stiffened. Hands above here..”, he touched her shoulder and grabbed her hands to a position.

“Good.. Now the feet” Kara listened to him intently and followed his lead.

“That was amazing!! Thank you Mon El!”, she said excitedly.

“Pshh..”, Mon El played it cool.

“Alright. Salsa, the steps, the shoulder, the hips. Got it. Now I need to find my heels. Then I’m good to go”, she said as she walked back to her room excitedly.

“Can I get some water?”, Mon El asked as he walk to her kitchen.

“Oh yes! Sure. It’s in the fridge” her voice sounded distant from her room.

“So, what do you think about Conner?”, Mon El asked.

“Actually, I never think about Conner”, she answered as she took a bottle of water Mon El offered.

“You wanna know what I think?”, he asked.

“What do you think?”

“I think he’s suspicious”, he said it right-to-the-point.

“Why, why would you think that?”, her eyebrows were narrowed.

“It’s just the vibe, you know.. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s a jerk or something, but, I just have suspicions on him. Guys kinda have this radar on other guys…”, he tried to explain.

“M hmm…”

“Oh no no, thank you.. But I think I’ll go back to the DEO. Barry and Winn are there”

“Oh right! Barry texted me said he wanted to have a pizza party at The DEO before he travel back to Central City”

“Yes.. It sounds inviting right. Hey, you don’t wear that gift he sent you today?”

“Wear what? what gift?”, Kara asked looking confuse.

“That necklace he sent you..”

“Oh that, yes! I almost forgot” She quickly walked back to her room, and not a second later came back with the necklace.

“That’s a pretty necklace”, Mon El said.

“Would you mind helping me to put it on?”, she asked a favor. Mon El nodded, he walked to her, and took the necklace from her hand.

“Yes. Of course.. Allow me”, he said as he walked to stand behind her.

“All done”, he said as he cleared his throat. He took a step away from her then he took a deep breath to neutralize the desire in his system. It’s crazy how she has this kind of power over him.

“It’s perfect” he said as she turned her body facing him.

“Thank you, Mon El”, she said. “Well, I should go..”

“Right…”

“Kara wait”, he said.

“You want to walk me to Cabana?”

“Yes”, Kara said.

“Yes?”, Mon El asked.

20 minutes later..

“That’s Cabana.. We’re here”, Mon El said as he snuck his hands to the pocket of his jacket.

“Yup. Thanks for walking me, Mon El”. He smiled at her.

“My pleasure”, he said.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, she asked. Why are you doing this to me, Kara? You know I’d like to come.

“No, you enjoy your night, tacco, salsa, date, or whatever, and have fun”, he said.

“You too. Say hello to Barry from me? I’ll come to the DEO soon after the dinner”

“Sure”, he curved a sided smile.

“And save a slice for me please?”, she asked him a favor.

“Haha.. That, I can’t promise you”, he said laughingly. “Well, I should go. You pretty lady, enjoy your date”, he turned to his right about to walk.

“Mon El..”, she called him. He stopped and turned his head to Kara.

She walked closer to him. And to his surprise, she hugged him. She hugged him tight. He slip his hands out of his jacket, and hugged her back just as tight.

“Thank you…”, she whispered in his embrace.

•••••

An hour later.. The DEO Meeting Room

“You’re heree!!”, Winn exclaimed happily.

“Kara! I know you’d come”, Barry said just as happy as Kara came to him and gave him a hug with one hand because her other was holding a paperbag.

“Of course I come! Please tell me you save the last slice”, Kara said.

“You’re lucky just in time.. Winn and Mon El were fighting over the last one”, Barry said.

“It’s mine!”, she pointed her finger to Winn.

All of them were cheering for round two. They were all munching the potstickers and taccos Kara brought, and it’s almost gone within five minutes.

“Oh hey, how was your date?”, Barry asked as he dipped the tacco to the guacamole.

“It wasn’t a date, Barry”, Kara responded with a mouthful.

“Yeah I don’t think so either, since it’s only 8pm and you’re here..”, Barry said with tacco in his mouth.

“You chickened out weren’t you?”, Winn snickered as he took a bite of his potsticker.

“What? I’m not. Conner cancelled on the last minute”

“He did what?”, Winn almost choked his potsticker.

“Yeah.. He said he got something at work, and…”, then Kara told Winn what happened. But only Winn, Alex, and J'onn listened. While Barry and Mon El shared a look. He then whispered to him.

“Go get her man”, Barry mouthed. Mon El only responded with a smirk.

“These potstickers are da bomb. Thanks Kara..”, Barry said as he gave her a hug.

“You are most welcome”, Kara hugged him back.

“Alright. I got to go”, Barry said. “And don’t forget, if you need anything, I’m just a portal away. Thanks a lot guys.. J'onn..” Barry said for the last time before he pushed the button of his inter-dimentional extrapolator. He walked through it, then he disappeared in a flash.

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