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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

—

Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

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Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

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Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

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Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

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Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

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True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

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Certain Things : Leah Clearwater~

Prologue

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, loss, antidepressants, general angst, slow burn

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Not sure how many parts this will be but yahhhh. Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx.

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Conner was only three years old when his parents divorced. As a toddler, your parents all of a sudden not being together anymore is confusing. One second they're in love and you’re a big happy family, the next it’s all ripped apart. Conner had been so excited to be a big brother when Bella was born, then just three months later, their parents were separated.

After rushing out of Forks, not wanting to be stuck there any longer, their mother, Renee, moved the two siblings in with their grandmother in California. In turn, moving the children away from their father. Years later, when Conner was nine, the small family of three picked up and moved to Phoenix, even further from the small rainy town. As time went by, Conner longed to return to Forks, but more importantly, his father. Although he couldn't speak for Bella, Conner absolutely hated the sun and heat that the new town brought. He knew his father, Charlie, was alone and missing his children just as much as Conner missed him.

Though the children did get to visit their father, it wasn't at all the same as growing up with him around. Their mother was loving sure, but unfortunately not too great at mothering. Conner found himself being forced to grow up too quick. Watching over Bella and making sure the decisions their mother made didn’t harm Bella in the process. Renee had a habit of getting herself and her children into heavy situations, whether it be financial or otherwise. So, when Conner reached the age of eleven he found himself handling the finances for the family, making sure that they wouldn’t face eviction for the fifth time. He tried his best to shield Bella from the world, in hopes she wouldn’t be forced to mature at the rate he had. He had promised himself that he would keep his little sister safe at all costs.

Throughout the years, Conner worked to keep that promise. With some difficulty. He had never, once in his life, met someone clumsier then Bella. He had lost count of how many times she had gotten concussions or broken bones as a child. Even after the older sibling had graduated high school, he found himself being called in for a number of reasons. Bella fell and hit her head in gym. Bella twisted her ankle on the stairwell. Bella fainted in biology. Connor was used to being called in to “save” the younger sibling. Because of this, as tempted as he was to move back to live with his father, he stayed in Phoenix.

So the same month their mother had gotten remarried, Conner started schooling at their local college. Since most of his free time was spent with his otherwise socially awkward sister, Conner found himself without much of a social life. College was a new strange thing to get used to, seeing as most people his age were out partying every weekend with friends. So he stuck to himself, going from class to class, trying to make decent grades. That was until he met Mia.

To say it was love at first sight would be a stretch. He had dated before, during high school, but it never amounted to anything serious in the end. Most girls his age had different priorities than he did, but Mia was eerily similar to him in so many ways. They had shared a class together on accounting, and hadn’t interacted much with each other at first, but Conner was hooked.

He thought she could be an angel, the beautiful curls that cascaded down her back and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He just needed an excuse to get her to notice him. He wasn’t very good at flirting, that much was obvious given that the only thing he could think of was asking her for a pencil every day.

Eventually, after a few weeks of sitting next to her, she finally confronted him about the 27 pencils she had given him, jokingly asking for financial compensation. Conner had given a small grin, grabbed his backpack, unzipped it, and turned it upside down, dumping the 27 pencils on the girls desk. After offering to buy her dinner as payment, the two were inseparable.

He had managed to fall in love with the girl within the first two months of knowing her, and after dating her for a little over year, he was convinced he had found the love of his life. But because life is cruel, that was ripped away from him too.

It had been the night of his twentieth birthday when he had received the call. Mia had made dinner plans for them and she was never late. He had been nervously pacing, waiting for the front door to finally open when his phone started ringing. The bright display with Mia's name scrolled across had given him false hope, and when he answered the call his world shattered.

Turns out Conner's nervousness had been well deserved, as his life morphed into his worst nightmare. He fled the apartment quickly, attempting to make it to the hospital as soon as possible. After a long night of fighting, Mia Elizabeth Ross had lost her life at only nineteen. Sitting in that waiting room, he felt his heart hollow out and crack along the seems, for not only had he lost his beautiful Mia, but the little baby girl who was growing inside of her. Unbeknownst to them both, Mia had been about three and a half months pregnant at the time of the accident that took her life. So when they should have named her together and signed the birth certificate after holding her in his arms, he was picking a name to be added to a headstone along with Mia’s. So he chose Ellie after Mia’s middle name, wanting to put Mia’s love in it as well and it was set in stone.

Needless to say, that had been the worst birthday Conner had ever had. So there he was, left completely and utterly heartbroken. Now it was Bella's turn to be there for Conner. Except she wasn’t. She did try, really, she did, but only three months after the accident she decided it would be best if she moved in with her father. Although she hadn't done it out of selfish reason, only to allow her mother to enjoy life with her new husband, Conner couldn't help but feel a little bitter towards the younger girl. After he had stayed in Phoenix to be there for his sister, she had left him when he needed her the most.

Despite his resentment, he decided to try to maintain his close relationship with the teen. For the first couple months they had talked on the phone everyday. Discussing how it was going at the new school, the many boys that had asked her to the dance coming up, and how it was being around Charlie again. Then one day, she never picked up. Days turned into weeks, and soon months had gone by with little to no communication between the two siblings. He then decided in distracting himself from the heartache with his studies, fully devoting his time to trying to finishing his degree. Running on autopilot, just trying to make it through day by day.

His father had called him just two weeks after the calls from his sister had stopped to let him know that she had an accident when traveling with her new boyfriend and fallen down the stairs breaking a few bones and losing a lot of blood in the process.This of course came as no surprise to him as Bella had to be the biggest klutz the twenty year old had ever met. What was shocking was the boyfriend part. He had never really seen his little sister interested in anyone in that way. Regardless of the coldness he held for the teen, Conner couldn't help but feel happy for her in that aspect. He hadn’t really met Edward, when he came to visit her in the hospital after the accident, as he was sleeping. But, woah, he was nice looking, and Conner wasn’t too attached to his masculinity to admit it. He just hoped Edward would treat her right and cherish her.

It was only a month after the whole Bella and Edward incident that Conner had finally graduated college with his associates degree. He had been beyond relieved to be done with the hell hole that reminded him of what he lost. He soon started looking for a job in accounting, what he had his degree in. It was boring, but it payed the bills, and he was good at it. He spent a big chunk of his summer engrossing himself in his work much to his mother's dismay. He had insisted that it helped distract him from the pain in his heart.

It was around the middle of August when the depression became too much to bear. His therapist then decided it would be best to put him on antidepressants. They helped in a way, slightly numbing the pain in his chest. But it hurt to hear her name. To see her things that sat around the apartment, untouched since the accident. To see the velvet box that sat on his dresser haunting him.

About a month after starting on his antidepressants, Conner had received a call from his father regarding his sister. She and Edward had broken up and she apparently wasn't taking it very well. She had refused to talk to anyone, including their mother, which had come as a shock to the older sibling as they had always been extremely close. Much closer than he had been to his mother. Conner had brushed off his sister's behavior and assumed it was just normal teenage heartache. He only started growing genuinely concerned when a month later, his father called again informing him that she had gotten worse. It wasn't like his sister to be like this. Then again, he hadn't talked to her for over six months, so who was he to judge how she was acting? So he brushed it off again, and continued going through the motions of life. Living day by day just trying not to drown in his sorrow.

It was around mid December when he had received his father's last call. He had been panicking, not knowing how to fix Bella's situation. She had refused to move back in with their mother in Jacksonville. So he then begged his son to move to Forks, in hopes that having her brother there would help. He figured, if Conner had helped when they were younger, why couldn't he help now? Maybe the familiarity would do the trick, and since the older sibling had nothing tying him down to Phoenix other than depressing memories and a shitty job, Conner said yes.

So here he was, keeping his promise, packing up his life. Finally convincing himself that it would be best to move away from the memories of his happiness that had died in that car accident with Mia. He was almost finished, having only a few things on top of his dresser left to pack. The first being a ball cap that his father had given him when he was a child. Second was the promise ring he had given Mia on their six month anniversary, a beautiful emerald stone, surrounded by tendrils of white gold that delicately held the stone in place. Third was the dreaded velvet box. He hadn’t had it in himself to move it since it had been placed there with the promise ring. He had emptied his pockets after returning from the hospital on that horrid day and there the two remained. I mean, what do you do with a dead girl’s engagement ring? He supposed he could’ve returned it, but that felt wrong. So, for now, he grabbed the two rings, putting them together in a small drawstring bag, adding the bag and ball cap to the box he was currently packing. He blinked away the unshed tears, taping the box shut swiftly.

Moving to Forks would be a new beginning for him. Something he needed desperately. He would never forget Mia and Ellie, he knew that. But as hard as it was to admit, he had to move on somehow. He couldn’t keep living like this, if you could even call it living. He needed to find new happiness somewhere in life, and he desperately hoped that this move would do that for him.

Little did he know, it would do much more.

Next Chapter

#twilight #twilight smut #leah clearwater #Leah clearwater smut #bella swan #charlie swan #leah clearwater x reader #Leah clearwater x m!reader #Edward cullen #forks washington #Leah clearwater fanfic #slow burn #eventual smut

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dem0nguy · 20 days

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The council (me, myself, and I) have decided, I shall post about my way-too-elaborate OC lore!

I’ll likely share this through story snippets, spurts of lore, art, or whatever else comes to me. Regardless, I hope you enjoy something I’ve been crafting for many years in the back of my mind.

Now let me introduce you to a story called:

A Good Demon

Listen, part of me still doesn’t understand everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. But these journal entries, those that I wrote while it was happening. May be the only accurate recount I can give you.

So much has changed over the years, I’ve lost and gained. I’ve gone from a naïve little boy to a kid who knows too much for his age.

So let my younger self tell you our story:

9/22/19

It’s My Birthday! Wahooo!!!!

Man I’ve been psyched for weeks! I’m turning twelve, and tomorrow I start 6th grade! It’s kinda crazy honestly. I’m not sure if I should be excited, or terrified.

But well, that’s what this journal is for. Writing down my thoughts and worries. As much as I will use it for that, I also wanna be able to look back when I’m older! It’ll be cool to see what future me thinks of present me (I hope future me is doing well!) He’s not, but the notion is nice.

I got a whole bunch of presents today! First off, I got this journal. Which seemed like a lame present at first (especially in comparison to my twin brother’s remote controlled car) but I’m learning to like it. I think… The journal is a marble red-black pattern, with a gold engraving on the front of my name “Adam”.

I also got a bunch of chocolate (my favorite candy!), as well as action figures from my favorite TV show, a few new books, a couple letters with money, and an odd red and blue crystal necklace. Irrelevant as it may be, chocolate is still my favorite candy.

The necklace was a gift from my Uncle Sam. He’s a very, err, interesting guy? I don’t know, he’s very closed off, and doesn’t seem very fond of anything really. But my dad (his twin brother. Isn’t it crazy there are two pairs of twins in this family??) Likes having him around.

My twin, Conner, got a similar necklace. Though it was a little more blue than red. Uncle Sam was very hesitant when giving them to us, almost as though he didn’t want to. It made me wonder if my dad had made him buy these for us.

I’m not ungrateful for his gift. Just, skeptical. He told us to keep the necklaces close by all day and night, that they’re a sign of good luck. Should’ve been more skeptical…

I’m not exactly gonna give up potential good luck. I’ll definitely need it for tomorrow. I’m absolutely terrified that I’m gonna get lost in the big concrete building that is “middle school.” I’ll have more than one teacher a year now, how will I remember them all?? What if I forget and walk into the wrong classroom? God that would be so embarrassing. All the looks from the other students trained on me, I can almost hear their snickering and laughing in my ears!

Even worse, what if I’m stuck in a class with no one I know? What if all my friends and my brother are on completely different sides of the building? What if there’s an emergency?? What would I do? Funny how this was my greatest fear when I was twelve.

I don’t think I can answer any of those questions, just thinking about them shakes me to the core. But, it is nice to write down on paper. Somehow the words are less scary when you can see them.

Hey, maybe this good luck charm will help me after all.

Little did I know it would make my life living hell.

(Part twoooooo :D)

#original story #original characters #journal enteries #entry 1 #epistolary #epistolary fiction #supernatural #fantasy #A Good Demon #AGD #man it feels good to finally make a tag for that #little me would be so happy im doing this #<3 #demon not posting about MB?#wild #/j

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toomanyopinionss · 1 year

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Ok, it’s bout time to talk about

Titans

disclaimer- i’ll only be talking about seasons 1 and 2 of the show

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Has a show ever made you feel so conflicted, you can’t even tell if you actually like it or not? This is that show for me. There’s so much I really like about this show, but also so much that irks me.

Let’s start with the good :)

- i LOVE a found family show. There’s something so comforting abt finding a home in people who are so different from you.

- I realllly like how not all of them are teenagers, but not all of them are adults. It makes for a nice balance and blends in nice with the more adult themes the show has. I love watching the older titans (ALL of them with their trauma, rough childhoods, and mommy and/or daddy issues) try and take care of the younger ones, giving them the good role models they didn’t have.

- The backstories are done so well. I’m a girl who likes context, and when I tell you some of my favorite episodes are the ones where we get to see how the hero’s ended up where they are. It’s just so good.

- All of them have done awful things. Not one titan has a clear conscience. but instead they’re all trying to navigate this fvcked up world like the rest of us. it humanizes them a bit, which i like.

also not all of them have super powers. I like how hawk and dove are not super powered in the least. they saw a need to become the superhero’s they never got when they were younger, and then they did that shit. we LOVEEEE.

Now, for the bad :/

-This show suffers immensely from the current trend of short seasons. it’s biggest enemy is time. this type of show require 20 episodes per season, at LEAST. i guess i should count it as a blesssing that they got more than 10 episodes for the first two seasons, which is more than i can say for every other show i’ve watched this year. Because of this, though, Titans has had to balance introducing the characters and exploring their relationships, while also trying to progress the story along. The fact that they manage to fit at least a couple backstory episodes in there is a miracle. but it leads to my next point

-The villains suck ass. When i watched Teen Titans as a kid, Trigon gave me nightmares. but the trigon here was giving antagonist in one of those rated R blockbuster summer vacation movies. and he was defeated in like 15 minutes by season two episode 1

Back in my Arrow days, I remember Slade being scary af. my man made every aspect of Oliver Queen’s life hell on earth for like 30 episodes. we as an audience had to watch as he slowly took apart his life piece by piece. but here? the only reason i gave a shit abt slade was because of Jericho, my beloved. Yeah the titans fell apart, but that was more attributed to Dick failing as a leader. it probably would have happened sooner or later even without slade there. also, conner and garfield with cadmus posed more of a threat than he did by the finale, which is saying something .

i will say that jericho twist got me though, that stuff was good.

-Jason. this team FAILED jason. I will never get over how spectacularly every single person either couldn’t see, or refused to see how this boy was struggling. Whenever I think abt it, it angers me. even BEFORE he fell off the damn building. I mean, the adults pour all this time and love into raven and… raven, but when it comes down to it, there was no support for him. HOW COULD JASON BE STANDING ON THE ROOF OF THE TITANS TOWER THINKING OF ENDING IT ALL, AND DICK MAKES IT ALL ABOUT HIMSELF? I saw a bit of the first episode of season 3, and i couldn’t go on until i poured out my thoughts somewhere. I don’t know if he’s actually dead, cause u really never know with these types of shows. if he is though? his blood is on the hands of every single adult figure in his life. fvck them ALL.

Quite frankly, there’s so many more

things that I’ve yet to touch

stupid story decisions, some bad acting, a gaping lack of lgbtq+ characters, at least in the 2 seasons i’ve watched

but i’m getting upset so let me just end it with this:

The show is farrrr from perfect. but it’s got a good heart, i think. and i can just tell when a network is getting ready to cancel something. so if anyone comes across this post who hasn’t watched the show, give it a shot

6.5/10 stars. maybe 7 if dick gets his act together for season 3

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hex-perks · 2 months

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Hi! Hope this is okay, but here's a breakdown of the points on the DC post:

"yeah Connor- no, that's Conner with an e, I mean Connor with an o-" Connor is the second Green Arrow, Connor Hawke, the son of the first Green Arrow Oliver Queen. Conner is Conner Kent, more commonly known as Kon El, a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor and the first Superboy.

"So the original Teen Titans- no, not Raven, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Starfire- yeah, Speedy, Kid Flash, Aqualad and Wonder Gi- what do you mean you don't know who Wonder Girl is??" Before the more popular Titans roster seen in TV shows like Teen Titans and Teen Titans Go came about, the original "Fab Five" Teen Titans were Robin (Dick Grayson), Speedy (Roy Harper), Kid Flash (Wally West), Aqualad (Garth), and Wonder Girl (Donna Troy). Raven (Rachel Roth), Cyborg (Victor Stone), Starfire (Koriand'r), and Beast Boy/Changeling (Garfield Logan) were all introduced to the Titans roster during the New Teen Titans, after the original team had already been established.

"And then Roy- no, not that Roy- yes technically they're the same guy but they're so far removed they're basically separate characters"- the first "Roy" being refenced is the Roy Harper who existed in continuity between 1941-2011. The "not that Roy" refers to the Roy Harper present between 2011-2016, also known as the 'New 52' (referring to a series of 52 objectively terrible books that were intended to create one singular canon to fix the conflicting storylines) who is, unfortunately, significantly more popular than his cooler, older counterpart, and is often associated with the second Robin, now Red Hood, Jason Todd. (If you want to know more about the original, cooler Roy Harper, my sideblog @royboyfanpage, the OP of the DC post, is dedicated to him.)

"Green Arrow and Speedy- no, not that Green Arrow, no not that Speedy either- no the first Speedy is older than the second Green Arrow-" The first Green Arrow was Oliver Queen. The first Speedy was Roy Harper. The second Green Arrow was Connor Hawke, who is younger than Roy Harper. The second Speedy was Mia Dearden.

"...yes, there are more heroes in Gotham than just Batman, Robin, and Batgirl." The main Gotham heroes within the primary Batfamily circle are Batman (Bruce Wayne), Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Oracle/Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Red Hood (Jason Todd), Red Robin (Tim Drake), Cassandra Cain (Orphan/Black Bat), Stephanie Brown (Spoiler), Damian Wayne (Robin), and The Signal (Duke Thomas). Others include but are not limited to Huntress (Helena Bertinelli), Bluebird (Harper Row), Batwing (Luke Fox), and Batwoman (Kate Kane).

Hope this helps!

Hey man, thanks for sending me this info! I've been in a slow learning descent (Steph's become my blorbo of the month, and Cass also by extension, blorbo-in-law) so I've been learning a fair bit, but all this is super helpful, I didn't know about the new 52 Roy changes yet lol. I really appreciate it. (My entrance to DC was the Young Justice show and Justice League Unlimited so it has been a Time™️ catching up.)

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year

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Heyo, looks like Ask box is Open!!

So... I checked on the list of what Fandoms you write for and found Young Justice listed among them.

Which brings me to this wicked idea >:3

An aspiring but forward news journalist running a blog about supers had gotten tangled up with the Young Justice Gang from the beginning, even finding Conner with them... and had developed a relationship with Conner early on as a result.

Imagine an expy of Lois Lane but with added high energy and a Fight me attitude to jerks and billionairs (stink eying Luther)

Most of the Team suspects the reporter of being a meta human, with their powers being some kind of stealth, maybe teleportation. It's the only reasonable explanation as to how and why they always manage to show up on their missions. At first it was simply assumed that it was pure dumb luck or coincidences but that doesn't explain how the reporter somehow manage to infiltrate a tightly guarded secret lair of a supervillain.

Nightwing interrogates them for 9 hours when they one day sneak into the base. He plays Bad Cop while Wally plays Good Cop. They learn nothing except that their reporter prefers hot coco over coffee and tea and that they want to be home by 8 so they can watch their favorite show.

The Team has on multiple occasions outright asked them how they achieve this but the reporter never answers the question, always telling them instead that 'a magician never reveals his secrets', much to the frustration of Nightwing. This statement has also caused some of the Team to instead suspect them of being a magician, though Zatanna has repeatedly stated that they hold no magical power.

Now, whenever the Team spots the reporter on field, they have a code word to let the others know, just to keep an eye out and be mindful while fighting. The reporter can handle themself most of the time and has even helped during occasions. However, when they try to square up with Vandal Savage, it's time to intervene.

Beast Boy almost had a heart attack when they tried throwing hands with Granny Goodness.

When the Team needs some obscure, highly specific info, this is the person they go to. Where's Killer Croc's new hideout? Is Deathstroke working with someone new? What is Harley Quinn's pincode on her phone? This happens so frequently that at this point the Team has their own key to their apartment. At this point it's like a second safe house, except more lowkey.

Conner and the reporter get along... relatively well. They care about one another but good god, they get on each other's nerves like no one else. ("Hello, fly-boy." "Hello, asswipe." "Nice shirt, looks just like your other ones." "Nice face, you will save a lot of money on Halloween"). They behave like siblings, with Conner being the responsible older one (despite technically being younger) and the reporter being the younger one. Connor will roll his eyes a hundred times more than average when they are around and is usually the one keeping them out of trouble. But then also make him loosen up, act more like a regular person. Let him be Connor, not just Super Boy.

#young justice #imagine #DC

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coolgirlmedia · 1 year

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Real People Cannot Queerbait: In Support of Kit Conner and Harry Styles

When the news about Kit Conner being outed came out a few days ago, I was angered just like many others. I'm not much older than Kit Conner myself and I can't imagine what it must be like to be outed like this so openly and publicly before you're ready. Young adulthood is so tumultuous and vulnerable and to have the autonomy over your sexual identity taken away from you simply because people couldn't mind their own business is such a terrible thing. As a straight, cis girl, I can't imagine what it must be like to be forced to out yourself like that on social media. I never want to speak over the LGBT community but as a staunch ally, there are certain things that I want to discuss.

For years I have seen the term "queerbaiting" thrown around, mainly in a real-world context and I've seen multiple celebrities accused of queerbaiting. I think it is very important right now, to acknowledge the fact that real people cannot queerbait (Queerbaiting - Wikipedia). Queerbaiting is a term that was meant to be applied to fictional media, not real life living breathing humans. The way a person dresses does not define their sexuality.

Celebrities deserve to have privacy too. Simply being in the public spotlight does not mean that you or anyone else is entitled to know about their private life. Even if you are part of the LGBTQ community, it does not give you, or anyone else, the right to speculate about someone's sexuality. A person who dresses or acts a certain way is not queerbaiting.

This applies to Harry Styles too. Harry is someone who has been in the public eye since the age of sixteen and he has thus grown up being watched very closely. His behavior and his style have changed the same way anyone's style would change over time. Tell me, do you still dress and act the same way you did at sixteen? I have seen some people say that he began wearing dresses and dressing femininely when he realized that "there was a market" for it but this could not be further from the truth. If anything, he has only grown comfortable in his own skin and feels like he is able to dress the way he wants to. Harry has said before "Am I sprinkling in nuggets of sexual ambiguity to try and be more interesting? No." He's simply dressing how he wants to dress. This has nothing to do with his sexuality.

Furthermore, I find it crazy that people feel they are entitled to know what his sexuality is. How is it any of your business? What makes you think he owes it to you, a random stranger, to come out and label his sexuality for your satisfaction? The amount of self-important, nosy, indignation someone must feel to expect that from a celebrity is mindboggling. In addition, Harry Styles is someone who has hinted at not solely being attracted to women in multiple interviews. He even has an unreleased song called "Medicine" where he mentions both men and women (Harry Styles - Medicine (St Paul) - YouTube).

"The boys and the girls are in I mess around with them And I'm okay with it."

Also, just because he has only ever publicly dated women does not mean that his sexuality is any less valid. And once again, his dating history is no one's business but his.

Harry has never called himself a "queer icon" nor has he ever tried to act like he's the "first man to wear a dress". He's not the first man to wear a dress by any means. It is other people, mainly his younger fans, who love to attribute these sorts of embellishments to him. Is the fact that he gets credited like this his fault? No, this is not his fault, and he does not deserve to get hated on because of this.

I was talking to someone who called Harry Styles a "queerbaiting piece of shit" a few weeks ago. Because they are part of the community, they felt that they had the right to assess whether or not he was worthy of being considered it a part of it as well. This had angered me greatly because it made me want to say, "who are you to decide whether someone is queer or not?" When I met them again just yesterday, I brought up how real people cannot queerbait in relation to the Kit Conner situation and this time they talked about Harry Styles very differently, acting like they hadn't called him a "queerbaiter" just a few weeks earlier. "He doesn't owe it to anyone to label his sexuality," they said. While I obviously agree, it annoyed me so much that they wanted to act like they hadn't said what they'd said about him not too long ago. I am however glad that they realized the error of their ways and changed their mindset.

I hope the people who outed Kit Conner feel ashamed of themselves. I also do hope that they take the time to reflect on what they've done and how their internet bullying and "queerbaiting accusations" have had a such harmful effect on a teenage boy who was not ready to come out.

Learn to leave celebrities alone. They owe you nothing.

#kit conner #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #liam payne #zayn malik #one direction #lgbtq community #heartstopper #queerbaiting #mattxiv #celebrities #pop culture #twitter

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2for2long · 1 year

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i want to hear everything you think about all the medias your obsessed with even if i’m not in the fandom 😍

I LOVE U ROREVER AND EVER AND FOREVER

tlos

ok so OBVIOUSLY im starting with tlos and atom!!!!!!!! I LOVE it i was literally crying over alex bailey the other night <3 it means a lot to me because (i know it sounds corny and whatever but) it really helped me when i was alone and i just really saw myself in alex and im really attached to her!!!! god the sacrifices she had to make throughout the series? perfect!!!!!

first she lost her dad, and essentially her mom as well which knocked out two of her best friends!! and one can assume that since her brother was far more popular(? had more people to talk to at least if i am remembering correctly) she felt extremely alone for that year after!! and then she gets sent to the fairytale world? with all her role models and comfort characters? a girl could only dream to have that!! and then when she's there she nearly dies (like all main characters <3) and then she's forced to go back!!! back to a world where she doesn't fit in and has no one! and then she gets to go back!!! of course her mom's in danger after being captured but it still mustve felt good to be back. and then she had to defeat ezmia when all hope had been lost!! all on her own!!! and was willing to sacrifice her life to save the world because it was HER world, all that she had!!!!! and then she had to choose between the two worlds she had. the otherworld, a place where she never fit in, but her mother and brother (the only family she had for the past 2 years) were, or the fairytale world, where she BELONGED and had a role other than conner's quiet, smart sister!!!!!! and then in the next book!! she meets rook. and oh i could go on about rook and alex forever they were so tragic!! she met a boy and for the first time felt fairytale love, what she had read about for years, and it all came crashing down again!!! he betrayed her and even though she understood and undoubtedly wouldve done the same to save her father as well (rook had to give away alex's plans to the grand army to save his village from being fed to a dragon) she just couldnt trust him and had to let go but still loved him as a friend!!!

now im a little rocky on what exactly happens in the last 3 books because i read them all at once and it blurs together in my head but!! oh the scene where she meets her role models. she's being hyped up by the very girls that she spent hours thinking and dreaming about and they were all there for HER so that she could save the ones she loved AGAIN!!! and damn rook sacrificing his life for alex, which momentarily lifts her curse only for her to be 10x more destructive because she lost ANOTHER person?? kiss kiss i love it. and i cant forget arthur of course i love those two together!!! the fact he literally sped up his own story just to be with her was so sweet. anyway back to alex <3 she just does so much and lost so much and sacrificed so much but by the end of the series its all WORTH IT shes done it shes grown old in a home where she BELONGS with her family and she and conner are still as close as ever!!!

as for conner bailey i dont really relate much to him </3 not at the start anyway. when i was younger i was much more like alex, a gifted kid and just staying with my books. but now that im older i can see conner more. he lost his best friend too. and then barely a year after that he's introduced to this crazy world where NOTHING is the same, and he doesnt like it, and he wants to go back but his sister wants to do nothing but stay!!! theyre two sides of a coin as intended yk? i think they were grieving their dad in different ways where conner was trying to move on and alex was looking for their dad in the little things but i dont have much reason to that and it doesnt really relate right now so! and when he finally gets home everything keeps changing. ever since his dad died, everything's become turned on it's head and it won't stop changing.

and here i want to take a break from conner and talk more about the differences between conner and alex because i love alex and will never not think about her but also because theyre so different and yet they work so well together. both of them liked it better when their dad was alive; conner had friends, had a dad to joke with, and alex had her books, had a dad to comfort her. when he died, they both started to become more depressed i guess? less themselves. i mean its literally established because conner is said to have kept falling behind in school while alex pushes herself into it. i like to think it was their own ways of coping where conner wanted everything to just stop for a moment and let him take it in because from how its described everything just happened so damn fast, from their dad dying to the funeral to their mom being gone at work to them having to move and it just keeps changing. alex's way of coping seems to have always been to distract herself or immerse herself into something (e.g., fairytales) so she instead does this with her work because it makes her proud to see that something is changing for the better, even if that meant that her dad really was gone.

and then next thing he knows time keeps moving and fuck! he's lost his sister to the fairytale world forever. she chose there, and he chose the otherworld. and then, yes, she's back! but fuck, now their grandma's dead! and damn they have an evil uncle? and god they have to spend more years of their life stopping it? at least he got a gf and a basically-brother out of it. i think he wrote the fairytaletopia series as a way to cope with losing those years of his life because holy shit those were definitely some important years in a person's development and they were just for fighting, what, 3 entire wars?

tldr alex and conner coped with the loss of their father in different ways that ended up making them take different paths in life but because of the adventures they suffered through together they're still as close as ever

(can you tell i think about alex a lot more)

atom

i have a lot of thoughts about this trilogy. first of all im really hoping theres a 4th or that colfer somehow clears up the whole snow queen incident? if xanthous killed her, why is she still alive? wouldnt brystal have done something about it? or any of the fairy council? its well-known she's still around too. so what's up with that?

i love brystal and lucys friendship developing. theyre shown to be best friends in tlos and honestly they seem like more than best friends in atom but thats just me being queer!! (but theres also no way any main character in this series is not some sort of queer, i mean it's literally just. a large metaphor about discrimination. specifically queerphobia but literally just discrimination as a whole. i mean literally sevens whole thing mirrored HORRIBLE groups like nazis and the kkk with them trying to eradicate the fairies and anyone different if that makes sense) i havent reread this series in a while apart from xelrik moments so i cant call out many specifics however!! brystal being the first one to connect to lucy <3

and wow the third book. xanthous being the LITERAL KING OF HELL? hell yeah!!! my man got a boyfriend and a whole army of fire behind him. AND HE TREATS THEM FAIRLY!!! im just confused how elrik manages to stay alive? (i like to think that while xanthous is taking care of the whole tlos thing elrik is watching over the firey pits of hell they rule together <3) i cant express how much i love that colfer just made these two gay asses the RULERS OF HELL. and oh xanthous as a whole!!!

his abusive dad saying he cant do anything unmanly. i love love thinking that eventually, one day, emeralda (emerelda?? i forgot help) helps him realize that being 'unmanly' is okay and helps him work through his trauma cause they have a really cute sibling dynamic!!! <3

also tangerina and skylene are adorable. <3

pjo/hoo/toa

okay well. see. its more than 15 books worth of thoughts. AND I HAVENT EVEN READ TSATS YET BUT I ALREADY LIKE IT

so obviously percys entire character development in pjo is just. mwah <3 he falls flat in hoo and i wish he'd just been a mentor and it be like a passing the sword kind of thing? like oh, the next generation of demigod heroes!! ill help them so they dont have it as hard as i did when i went through a war! and same thing with annabeth. i love their relationship so much. ive always been in love with the friends to lovers dynamic and the way this was pulled off, holy shit. 4 long years of pining and teasing and now theyre in love forever!!

i really love thinking about side characters so im just gonna run through the ones i love the most and why really quick!!!

the stolls!! i LOVED that connor was said to be upset at his brother leaving in toa!! i feel like it showed off their sibling love more yk? i have a LOT of thoughts about them arguing about college. because like yeah 👍👍

all of cabin 10 & 4 <3 im obsessed with them actually!!!!!!!!!! my loves <3 especially drew and lacy and katie <3

THE VICTORS!!!! theyre so so <3 see they r in a trio with drew tanaka and they are a POWER TRIO

ok going into friendgroups now oops!! me when when the thoughts

drew katie bianca in this one au <3 see if bianca lived she would a yearish younger than drew and katie i think and this au deals with that and i made a really long timeline for this au so yall should totally ask me ab it 😋

stolls and leo and will also in an au lmao 💪

ok im tired of talking now ill add more later school is tiring 😋

#sorry im just rambling this isnt gonna make sense #BUT ITS OK I LOVE U SO MUCH THA K U I LOVE TALKING ABOTU THEM IM ACTUALLY TEARING UP #i also am tired of talking rn but i will arrange my thoughts and talk about my interests properly one day #(alex bailey)#asks tag thing

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youngjustus · 2 years

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i know you’re not very interested in current dc stuff right now (and honeslty i feel the same) but what are your thoughts on the tim pride special? and how tim’s bisexuality has been handled so far?

anon, i feel like you're about to get me executed in the town square LOL

i think that the new story in the back of the pride special was boring. it would've been nice to actually see tim and stephanie's break up on panel in the initial urban legends issues instead of just alluded to, but at the same time i feel like we've already gone through this arc with the two of them way back in robin vol. 4 and red robin. i don't fully know what's going on in canon at the moment, but they both seem overall very regressive and probably way younger than they're supposed to be. are they supposed to be 15? they feel 15 years old. remember when steph was in college pre-flashpoint? and she had other friends that she hung out with? that was cool.

it's been A While since i've read all of robin vol. 4 (it was in 2017 lol), but with my personal interpretation of tim, i don't really see him as someone who would struggle and agonize over his same gender attraction. i think it would be something he was always vaguely aware of, and when he's a little older, and has the vocabulary for it, its just kind of like oh.... alright then. cause he's got other shit to worry about! that’s something he kind of says in the holiday issue of urban legends. and him being same gender attracted is something you can pick up on reading older stuff if you look for it, especially with his relationship with conner.

regarding tim's new boyfriend, if we’re being honest at the gig, bernard is a character i completely forgot about until he showed up again in urban legends. when i think of tim's civilian friends, my mind goes to ives before anyone else since he had been there from pretty much the beginning. i think i remember being annoyed by that whole high school arc in robin vol. 4 back when i was reading it, but i do like bernard now. or rather i like the idea of what he could be? them plucking a character out of continuity who hadn't been used in a long time was a good idea over creating a new one solely to be a love interest (stares at another dc book). i do hope that they make him more fleshed out and three-dimensional because there isn’t much to go on yet, and a lot of fan works already are very one note. i've also already made a few posts about how i don't like his current design because it really makes him and tim look like wiccan and hulkling from young avengers. like please give him back his don bluth haircut.

in summary, its all fine so far, i guess - i just would've done a few things slightly differently. its a miracle at all that this was even "allowed" to be published. i woke up to nearly 10 people messaging me about tim being bi when the issue was dropped last summer, including my mom. so this is a big deal! but i am still going to criticize it like i would any other story i read. i will say i was hoping that tim and bernard would kiss in either the main dc pride anthology or in the solo tim special because tim's been able to kiss all of his other love interests on panel. and i can only hope moving forward that bernard gets to be more of a real character with his own personality and motivations, and is not just A Love Interest.

#asks #bat posting #tim drake #bernard bowd

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sparkypantaloons · 2 years

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Dick isn't sure what it is that wakes him. That first prick of sweat on the back of his neck, that comes with the sun's steady climb, or the sudden chorus of insects, that starts with night's retreat.

One moment he had been gone, eyes and mind dark, body cool and limp. The next he had felt the dry earth beneath his skin, the too warm sky pressing down on his back.

He sits up, squints. Listens to the song of tiny wings that welcome the morning. Tries to remember the night before.

There had been patrol, in Gotham. A clear sky, warm air. Nightwing had been with Spoiler and Robin and-

The memory stops. Cut off by the nothing that comes next. Hours, or was it days this time, that have slipped through Dick's fingers, whilst he's been gone.

He tries to swallow. His throat is so dry it sticks. There's still sand and stone and dust on his face, down his suit from where he's been lying in the dirt.

He needs to go.

He stands up, knees aching. Dusts himself off as he does. He skin is starting to sweat beneath the kevlar. His comms are dead.

He's in the middle of a prairie. Rolling flats and cracked earth. Dry grasses silent in the still air. A long way from Gotham.

Dick clears his throat, tries to swallow again. His lips crack when he opens his mouth, a sting of blood against the dust.

"Kon." He says quietly. Then waits.

The teenager arrives at the two minute mark.

"Sorry," he says, before Dick can speak. "I was with Jon, I needed to-"

"'S okay." Dick says quietly. And it is. Kon doesn't owe him this, after all. "Where are we?" He asks.

Kon rubs the back of his neck. "Saskatchewan."

Dick's eyes widen. "How long-"

"Not long." Kon assures him. "No alarm has been raised and-" He pauses, squints. Listening, Dick knows. "They're all asleep, nobody's worried."

Dick nods, holds an arm out to Kon. "Thanks, Conner."

Kon slips under Dick's arm. Wraps his own around the older man's waist. "I told you. You don't need to keep thanking me."

Dick's reply is lost to gravity as they rise into the sky. Make their way back across the continent, to Gotham.

The first time it had happened, Dick had called for Clark. The first time he'd woken with a broken arm and blood seeping out of his ears, closer to New York than Gotham.

It had been snowing. There'd been a fight with Freeze and then... it had been snowing, Dick was freezing, hypothermic and delirious, two hundred miles from home and no idea why.

The second and third time he'd been able to call Bruce or Alfred. Call in for a pick up that wasn't quite such an emergency. It had been Philadelphia the second time. Taylor's Island the third. A tiny community on the edge of a Maryland nature reserve.

He had been Dick that third time, not Nightwing, had played it off as rich kid misadventure. Though he was far from still a kid and had never been known as too much of a partier.

The fourth time he stopped calling for help. A tingle of unease at the back of his skull. Bruce would worry. Alfred would fuss. And they'd all look at him a little differently...

Instead he amended his contingencies. Added key items to his gear; extras that would allow him to orient himself, get himself home when he woke.

Then he found himself in the Atacama Desert. Sunburnt and freezing, as the Milk Way slowly crawled across the sky. He must have been lying under the sun for hours. Unprotected, exposed. Alone.

He had thought about calling Clark then. But if Bruce wasn't there then Bruce didn't know. Dick wanted to keep it that way.

He couldn't say why.

There were the Titans, who would keep his confidence if he asked. Young Justice too, but the thought of Tim's face, of the younger man's inevitable determination to solve yet another problem that wasn't his own, made Dick's stomach turn.

But maybe...

He had called for Kon-el on a whim. Unsure if the younger Super would even hear him. If he would come if he did.

That first time, Kon had shown at the five minute mark. Slowly sinking out of the sky, shucking off his jacket and wrapping it around Dick's shaking shoulders.

"I need a favour." Dick had said, lips blue and cracked.

"No shit." Kon had replied.

Stood in Dick's Bludhaven apartment an hour later, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Kon had asked-

"Why did you call me? Not big blue?"

Dick stared into his own mug, let the sweet, warm smell wash over his face. "Clark will want to fix this."

"And you don't?" Kon raised an eyebrow.

"I want to fix it myself. Not have the Justice League turn me into an experiment."

Kon had frowned. "Do you know what happened?"

Maybe Dick did. The tingling at the back of his skull was one of unease, but familiarity too. Of something long forgotten, a memory fuzzed around the edges, too small to quite grasp.

"I need you not to tell Tim." Dick had said. "Not to tell anyone."

Kon had paused a moment. Considered Dick, lips cracked and thin, shoulders too narrow in the worn leather jacket, as he waited for the younger man's answer.

"Sure." He had said eventually. "It's not like it'll happen again."

Dick had called him from the same spot in the desert less than a week later.

#batfam #batfam fic #spbfic #drabble #dick grayson #kon el #conner kent #mystery

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give me 10 random headcanons about your last fixation !!

God yes please I've needed to scream about some Marvel OC stuff but I can't get myself to focus on anything other than the next chapter that I'm working on SO!

Steve Rogers and Della Travers (my Steve OC, obvs) have 5 children together. I still don't know a lot of specifics about when they start because I don't know whether Della gets dusted, but I do know their names are Sarah Mairead "Maisie" and Maeve (twins), Conner, Cecilia, and Liam!

Della starts falling for Steve in between Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron but doesn't let herself acknowledge it for a while because she's getting over being cheated on by her shitty ex

Maggie and Daisy (my loves!!!) are THE most oblivious dumbasses. Like they very clearly like each other as more than friends but neither one thinks the other reciprocates even though it's obvious to literally everyone around them

Peter and Maggie are best friend GOALS like idk if I will ever be able to properly articulate this in TSB but they are literally so so close and there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Maggie absolutely sees Della as her older sister and respects her opinion on things so much

I have no idea how Civil War will shake out regarding Della but if she were to go on the run, I think Maggie would find herself wishing Della was still around because Della would be the first person Maggie would want to talk to about her crush on Daisy

If it hadn't been for Steve's presence in her life, I think Della would've ended up going back to her ex despite him hurting her because she doesn't have relationship experience outside of him (plus he's a manipulative bastard)

I think Josie Rogers (Steve's sister) would go to her grave still believing Bucky was alive somehow because they never found the body

I also think Josie lives long enough to be Tony's honorary godmother and thus a part of Maggie's life, if only for a little bit when Maggie is younger

Josie also lives long enough to see Steve again after he gets defrosted and only then would she feel content to let go

Thank you for asking!!

#answered #joey tag #idk if this is what you wanted but oh well!#this was super fun!!!#and lots of these will hopefully become actual canon #if i can ever actually write my fics smh #oc: maggie stark #oc: daisy parker #oc: della travers #oc: josie rogers

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reputation album

Of note, reputation (as an album title) is in all lowercase.

This album was sort of marketed like it would be an album for Joe, but a lot of the songs never really seemed to fit correctly. Timeline wise it would have been around Calvin, Tom Hiddleston and then into Joe.

... Ready for it. (9/10)

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted." This didn't really seem to fit with anyone we knew she dated at the time. Matty would work.

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom holding' him for ransom" back to the ghosting and her trying to hold onto him.

"Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man so I see nothing better, I keep him forever. Like a vendetta". Works for Joe, but would also work for Matty since both Tom and Calvin were older than Taylor and Matty.

"Touch me and you'll never be alone. Island breeze and lights down low. No one has to know" back to something secret

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams you should see the things we do, baby, mmm. In the middle of the night, in my reams. I know I'm gonna be with you, so I'll take my time" Back to her waiting for him because she know they will end up together.

"Knew I was a ROBBER first time that he saw me" Robbers reference

"And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor" Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton love story reference

"Baby let the games begin, let the games begin, let the games begin"

Rep followed 1989, so this very well could have been some of the first songs she wrote after meeting Matty in 2014. This is a song that even my friends who hated Matty agreed was most likely him, because it truly made zero sense for anyone else she was with.

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Endgame (7/10)

"ohhh you and me, we got big reputations, ah and you heard about me, ohh, I got some big enemies" This also never really fit with her partners at the time.

"ohh, you and me would be a big conversation. And I heard about you, you like the bad ones too" Not a line that would relate to Joe or Tom, possibly Calvin but seems unlikely.

Futures Rap (hard to say since you don't know if Taylor wrote these)

"You so dope, don't overdose"

"I'm in the Ghost like I'm whippin a boat"

"I got a bad-boy persona, thats what they like. You love it"

"You hold me down and I protect you with my life"

Ed's Part (hard to say since you don't know if Taylor wrote these)

"Reputation preceded me, in rumors I'm knee deep. And you understand the good and bad end up in the songs"

"For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease, for all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities"

"I've made mistakes and made some choices that's hard to deny"

Taylor

"We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't"

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I Did Something Bad (3/10)

I am not sure anyone ever really had a good handle on who this was about that I can remember. I think I always just assumed it was about several guys she had dated. I really don't see anything specific enough in this song to relate to any certain person or situation.

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Don't Blame Me (9/10)

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doing it right. Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be using for the rest of my life". Could just be a metaphor, but would fit Mattys drug use at the time. We don't know of anyone else that she dated that would have had a drug problem.

"I've been breaking hearts a long time, and toying' with them older guys" back to it being someone her age or younger, so Harry, Conner or Matty.

"For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind" - risking her reputation for him. Wasting her time knowing he isn't ready to settle down.

"I'm insane, but I'm your baby. Echoes of your name inside my mind. Halo hiding my obsession". She has only mentioned a Halo in one other song of hers, "I can fix him (no really I can)".

"And baby, for you I would fall from grace" - willing to give it all up for him. This wouldn't fit for her other partners.

"I get so high, oh. Every time you're loving' me" - keeping the drug references.

"Trip of my life" - still drug references.

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Delicate (7/10)

Always assume to be Joe, but looking at it as possibly a Matty song. Delicate music video possible matching his Oh Caroline dress vibes for that female character.

"This ain't for the best. My reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me". This was sort of around the time she fell from grace after the Kim/Kanye controversy. Matty obviously wouldn't care if she had a bad reputation.

"Dive bar on the East Side, where you at? Phone lights up my nightstand in the black" Assumed to be NYC. Him calling her in the dead of night.

"Come here, you can meet me in the back. Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you. Ooh damn never saw that color blue" Jeans reference again. Always assumed the blue was in relation to Joe having blue eyes, but could be the reference to Matty in the color blue.

"Third floor on the West Side, me and you. Handsome, you're a mansion with a view" Could they have been looking at apartments in NYC? Or more, he was going with her to look at apartments? This could refer back to his song "When we are together" and looking for a fancy new apartment.

"Do the girls back home touch you like I do" sort of alludes to the fact they aren't really exclusively together.

"Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you are mind all the damn time" they are somewhat casual

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Look What You Made Me Do (0/10)

Kanye/ Kim

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So It Goes (9/10)

Another song that never fit Joe or her previous partners overly well. A lot of reputation was sort of about her being with someone she shouldn't be with and that just wasn't really the public view of anyone she dated.

"Back against the wall. Trippin' trip=trippin' when your gone" - drug references

"Cause we break down a little, but when you get me alone it's so simple" - they did better when they were just alone and didn't have all the noise of outside opinions

"You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you" some sort of a bad boy

"All eyes on us, I make all your grey days clear and wear you like a necklace"

"Come here, dressed in black now"

"Scratches down your back" Just an oddly sexy line for her other partners.

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Gorgeous (0/10)

Always assumed to be when she went from Tom Hiddleston to Joe

"I've got a boyfriend, he's older then us" Tom being older

"Ocean blue eyes, lookin in mine" Joe

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Getaway Car (3/10)

Assumed to be Taylor going from Calvin to Tom

"I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason"

"It was the great escape, the prison break. The light of freedom on my face, but you weren't thinking and I was just drinking"

"But with three of us, honey its a sideshow"

"and a circus ain't a love story and now we're both sorry"

"put the money in the bag and I stole the keys. That was the last time you ever saw me" sort of a robbers love story theme, but I am unsure how Matty would have played into this time line.

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King of My Heart (3/10)

Always assumes to be Joe. Nothing overly specific that would change my mind on that.

References them meeting not long before they started dating, which should exclude Matty, unless the song was written way earlier then it was released.

Notes she is his "American Queen" so that could fit for Joe or Matty.

"Cause all the boys in their expensive cars, with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars never took me quite where you do" would have worked for either Joe or Matty.

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep" could work for either. She kept Joe decently quiet for a while before we knew they were dating.

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied (8/10)

Taylor and Matty would have been 25 in 2014. So after Harry and before Calvin, right in that Matty phase.

Joe would have been 25 in 2016, right when they started dating. So the age part is really not overly helpful. I think what's most helpful is the fact this is written like the relationship was over at the time of her writing this, which doesn't fit with Joe.

"I, I loved you in secret. First sight we love without reason".

"Oh, twenty-five years old. Oh, how were you to know?"

"Deep BLUE, but you painted me golden" - Blue Matty reference

"You said there nothing in the world that could stop it. I had a bad feeling" like something DID indeed stop it

"And darling, you had turned my bed into a secret oasis, people started talking putting us through our paces. I knew there was no one in the world who could take it. I had a bad feeling". Them dating in secret and then the press finding out and causing a stir

"I, I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" - divide them because they were so different.

"I'd kiss you as the lights went out. Swaying as the room burned down. I'd hold you as the water rushed in. If I could dance with you again" - wanting to stay together threw the bad weather. The relationship was over at this point, ,which wouldn't fit Joe as far as we know.

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Dress (2/10)

Assumed to be Joe. Timing works based on her bleached hair and his buzzcut at the time. Otherwise this sounds like a Matty song to me, but I just can't make that work in my head since Matty would not have had a buzzcut when they met.

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This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (0/10)

Kim and the Kim/Kanye/Taylor phone call.

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Call It What You Want (0/10)

Joe. A song about her reputation and how it was ruined, but he was sort of her calm in the storm and wasn't really one who was involved in any of the drama.

"I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers" just sort of a funny line now....

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck. Not because he owns me, but because he really knows me" She wore a J necklace a lot during her early days with Joe

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New Years Day

Always assumed to be Joe. Nothing specific in this that makes me think otherwise.

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Burn For Me - Chapter 4a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

‘Mate,’ my wolf screamed in my head.

I couldn’t believe it... this was the person I’ve been waiting for and I found him in a weird cell... his dark eyes stared at me intently.

“Constance. Do you think you could freeze his chains?” I yelled, still shocked but more motivated than ever, to get him out of this stupid cell.

How dare the Elders lock my mate up, like some common animal.

“Yeah I think I could try, just tell me where they are,” I reached over knocking on the walls where his chains were hooked, for her to hear.

That was when I saw ice cover over the wall more than before and start to freeze the chains.

After about a minute I stood and began to stomp against to chains with my foot.

Gradually I began to hear a cracking noise.

Thank God for Constance’s powers or else we’d be in serious trouble. My mate said nothing at all, as I smashed his chains to smithereens.

I grabbed him by the arm and lifted him to his feet and widened my eyes at the height he stood over me.

“We need a way out,” I yelled.

“On it,” Constance said when I heard her jump atop the cell... her head appeared in the opening of the celling.

I watched her place her hand on the edge of the door and an ice made stair formed, trailing down towards me and my ‘mate’.

I turned to him see how he was doing but he seemed to be a blank canvas.

I frowned as I guided him up the stairs and on the top of the cell.

Constance looked at me then over to my mate.

“So you’re what all the fuss is about.”

He didn’t answer or give any indication of hearing her.

She raised a brow before looking back at me.

“Let’s go and get your boyfriend out of here,” she didn’t know how right she was just now.

“Yeah.”

We jumped down and made our way towards the door, Constance peered out the door into the hall.

With a nod of her head we made a break for it, rushing down the hall hoping we didn’t run into anyone.

Our feet echoed off the empty stone walls as we turned corridors to get to freedom.

But what did we do once we were there?

I couldn’t very well take a stranger into the pack house with me, especially one who was unkempt and dirty as he was... it would just raise question.

I took a moment to look over my mate.

He looked as if he had a thick layer of dirt all over him, his scent wasn’t the most pleasing to inhale at the moment but I could still get a whiff of an interesting but pleasant smoky scent coming off him.

His black hair was long and wavy and covered the majority of his face.

I glanced down to see he wore all singed and ratty black clothes... his feet were dirty, scarred and bare.

What has happened to him?

We turned the last hallway to the exit but came to a skidding halt by the sudden human and wolf forms forming a blockade around our only escape.

Constance cursed as she slowly backed us before looking at me, giving me the ‘what now genius’ look.

I was so focused on the growling wolves and Elementals that I didn’t even notice the shaking form behind me.

“That’s far enough,” a booming voice was full of authority and more lethal than even my dad Avery’s.

I felt like my whole body wanted to shut down just from the sound alone.

I shifted my gaze over to the older looking man with grey hair and a pinstriped suit.

Oh God... it was the Head Elder that was standing opposed to us.

No wonder I wanted to cower in a ball.

Standing next to him was a very pretty younger woman dressed in fitting black dress pants and a beige strapless top made of strong fancy material.

She was stylish I could tell you that but what threw you off about her was the stern, almost mean expression on her face as she stared at us.

“What do you think you two are doing with him?” the demanding voice of the Head Elder asked us forcing my attention back on him, though it was far away.

I didn’t answer his question right away just looked over at Constance... her green eyes stared at me in fright.

“Answer me boy. Do you know what you’ve done?” he exclaimed and I whimpered cringing back into the man who was the cause of all this.

That was when all hell broke loose.

My mate suddenly roared, pushing passed both me and Constance like a berserker, causing us to stumble forwards on our hands and knees and watched in disbelief.

For a man who looked like he’d been starving for months he could moved so fast I had trouble see him for a second.

But that wasn’t the surprising part... oh no... it was when he rushed forward into the fray of wolves and Elementals that made my jaw drop.

As wolves attached and balls of all types of elements flew at him, which he easily dodged, I watched him catch a full grown werewolf by the throat in midair and throw him so hard into the stone wall it crumbled beneath the wolfs weight.

I should have been angry or worried that they were attacking my mate and should have joined in to protect him but my wolf stayed calm and just watched, like he knew his mate was safe.

He shouldered another sending him flying too... kicks, jabs, ducks, all moves only a professional fighter would know.

Watching him gave me a little insight on who he might have been before he was imprisoned.

Astonishingly, no one was a match for his speed and strength even though all of them were strong Elders and some of the top enforcers know in all England.

I was starting to think that he was going to make it through with no problem when the woman from before finally stepped forward as if she was walking into a peaceful meadow.

She pursed her pale lips and blew... a storm of ice, wind and snow at my mate, who abruptly stopped his fight with one last mighty push at a wolf and turned to her with a lethal growl.

His back was to us so that meant I felt the storm brush passed me and my skin instantly frosted over.

“Ah...” I exclaimed in pain as I quickly rubbed at my arms and face.

I swear I was about to get frost bite but it stop just as fast as it came.

Frowning I looked up to see a swirl of fire protruding from my mats hands.

And not a small swirl, no, it was a gigantic tornado of flames hurling towards the ice woman.

My mate was an Elemental?

Screams were echoing around me as people tried to get out of the way.

Constance grabbed me and tried to pull me back down the hallway we turned to get here but I refused.

My body wouldn’t let me go and I didn’t want to leave him here.

“Come on stupid or you’re going to end up fried,” she yelled at me over the screams.

I shook my head, yanking my arm from her grip and started towards the fight.

"Conner?"

"Conner."

Two familiar voices echoed in my ears but I didn’t look, I had to stop him.

The heat he was making was stifling and I knew if it continued there would be multiple tragedies.

God... I wish I knew his name.

Two familiar voices echoed in my ears but I didn’t look, I had to stop him.

The heat he was making was stifling and I knew if it continued there would be multiple tragedies.

God... I wish I knew his name.

The woman was making an even bigger storm with her hands now but it died in my mates’ flames.

I finally reached him and reached out to get his attention when his flames lost control and expanded all around him.

"NO."

I heard the screams of protest from the familiar voices again before I was quickly engulfed in fire.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Remember The Time

masterlist

pairing - TASM!peter parker x fem!reader

type - angst

note / request - thank you to @arkofblake and @myalupinblack for giving me this idea. yall are awesome. “tasm!peter x fem!reader based on your favorite song aka san francisco by ross and rocky lynch😏”

summary - peter reminisces about you two after three months apart

warnings / includes - language, fighting and crying, alcohol consumption, talk about death, kissing. very sad and mostly made up of memories. i won’t put the lyrics on the fic but pls listen to the song this fic is based on. it’s called San Francisco by the driver era.

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*gif isn’t mine*

Peter never had a bad bone in his body. Even when he got his heart broken by the woman of his dreams. He blamed himself for how it ended.

She gave him an ultimatum. One that he knew what the choice was. But evidently, he chose the wrong one.

She told him to choose her or his super-hero life. He knew he should’ve chose her. He wanted to. He needed her to survive. It had been three months since they split. Although his friends told him he should be over it by now, he wasn’t. He knew he would feel like this for as long as he lived.

He didn’t know why he chose his vigilante life instead of her. She was the woman every man dreamed of being with. She didn’t have a bad bone in her body, either. But man, was she stubborn.

When they were kids, he would sneak up to her room after a long night of fighting. She would never let Peter leave her house until he was cleaned up, had a full stomach, and got some sleep. She was the best person for him. And he let her go.

“You’re throwing away six years of us for this super-hero shit that won’t last for another two years?” Y/n scoffed.

“That “super-hero shit” is important to me. Why can’t you see that?” He argued.

“It’s not safe, Peter. I want kids someday. I can’t be married to someone who will put my children’s life danger.”

“I’ll keep them safe, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to protect you and them.”

“You can’t promise that. There are some seriously evil people out there, Peter. You’re putting your life in danger just by swinging around. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“Because I love it. I love saving people. I love saving the world. I have these powers for a reason. W-What good is it if I don’t use them?”

“You can still use them!”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

“Just by doing small things. Like catching robbers and murderers. Not people like Conners and Electro!”

“Who else will save everyone, then?”

Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples. “It’s not your job, Pete.”

“It is. I —”

“No. You made it your job.” She walked over to him, taking his hands into hers and looking at him lovingly. “Look, I love that you do this. I love that you want to be a hero, and you are. But we’re older now. So much older. I want to settle down with you, have kids, and be safe. I don’t want to be afraid every time I leave the kids to go to work, or when I drop them off at school.”

“We can have both,” he begged. “I can find a way.”

“And what if that doesn’t work?” She asked. He sighed, “I-I don’t know then.”

“It’s either me or Spider-Man, Peter. Spider-Man won’t last, but I will. We can build a life together, while there’s going to be a new super-hero in a few years. Someone younger to be a super-hero.”

He shook his head. “I-I can’t choose, Y/n.”

She glared at him and pulled her hands out of his. “Fine. You obviously want this super-hero fantasy more than me.” She stomped over to the bedroom and started to throw her clothes into a suitcase.

“Y/n! C’mon, don’t be like this.” He walked into their bedroom.

“Like what? Thinking about the future realistically? I want you to do the things you love, but not when it puts our family in danger,” she explained.

“I’m telling you we can have both!” He laughed. “World doesn’t work that way, Peter, and you know it,” she stated.

“You’re really gonna give up?” He scoffed. “I’m not giving up,” she argued.

“You are. At least I’m trying to compromise.”

“For once I don’t want to compromise! I was fine with the whole super-hero thing when we were younger, but now it’s getting harder and harder each day to watch you out there. You’re getting older, Peter. Everything is becoming more dangerous. I don’t want to wake up one morning to find you dead on the news.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He questioned. “I won’t die.”

“How can you know that?” She whipped around to face him, tears streaming down her face. “You-You don’t know that, Peter. I can’t wake up and find you dead one day.”

“So you’re going to walk out instead?” He scoffed.

“If it means I don’t have to wait up for you each night and worry about you getting killed, then yes.” She walked to their bathroom and put her toiletries in a plastic bag. She walked back to her suitcase and zipped it up.

Peter couldn’t believe it. He knew he had to try and fix it. He couldn’t let her walk away.

“Baby, please. Don’t be brash. Let’s just cool off and talk about this.”

“I’m done,” she stated. “Bye, Peter.”

Tears clouded his eyes as he watched her leave.

“Y/n! I love you!” He cried out. She turned her head, sniffling as she spoke. “I love you more.”

And that was the last time he saw her. He tried to search for her everywhere. He needed to know where she was, to know she was safe. She seemed to be keeping her life private, though. She was good at that.

Now he laid in his bed, clinging to the jacket he left staring at the pictures of the two of the them on the wall and the nightstand. He didn’t even lay in her side of the bed. He kept it clean and perfect as if she were still staying there.

He spent his days making up scenarios of how to win her back, and spent the night reminiscing about their relationship. Y/n and Peter were beginning to have problems long before the fight. It was a year of pain for both of them. The two fought about the most minuscule things.

“We can’t live in New York forever, Pete,” Y/n sighed.

“Why not? All our friends are here,” he said.

“Because I hate this small apartment and I hate all the noise. I hate taking subways and having fights with the landlord. I want to have a real house, Peter. One with multiple bathrooms, a basement, a big kitchen! Is that too much to ask for?” She questioned.

“We can’t afford all of that,” Peter frowned. “Then get a job!” She griped.

“I do have a job!” He started to raised his voice.

“Not one that makes money. You don’t get money from being a super-hero, which I respect that you do, but it’s not practical. You’re on your own now, you don’t live with May anymore. You have to pay rent, pay for food and gas, and pay for clothes,” she stated.

He groaned in frustration. He knew she was right, but he wasn’t about to let her take away his dream all because she wanted a bigger home.

“I don’t want to be working somewhere where I’m miserable,” he said.

“That’s not how life works, Peter,” she scoffed. “You think I’m happy? I work under a crazy woman with incompetent people. I call myself a journalist? Ha! I’m barely that.”

“You could’ve went for your dream!” He exclaimed.

“I couldn’t! I had bills to pay and mouths to feed. I couldn’t just take off years at college to become a singer, Peter.”

“Stop pretending that you had to do everything. You were the one who chose everyone over your dream. You did this to yourself!” He regretted what he said the minute the words left his mouth. The look on her face was one he’d never forget.

She didn’t look angry. She wasn’t anymore. She was sad now. Heartbroken and offended and horrified. She slammed her water glass on the table, leaving it shattered. She picked up the bills and threw them in his face.

“Fine. I’ll just choose myself over everyone. Over you. See how you like being alone and broke.” She stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

If only he knew their time was short together, he would have never said those things. They weren’t even true. Peter knew she had no choice of how her life turned out. If Peter could take back what he said, he would. He would do it all over again if he could.

He tried to remember the last time they were happy. Truly happy with each other, with themselves, with their life.

It was two summers ago when Peter took Y/n on a birthday trip to Italy, somewhere where she always wanted to go. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was so happy at that time. Every day she woke up with a smile, and every night she slept with one on her face. And Peter woke up each morning knowing that he had his girl by his side and slept soundly each night knowing nothing could be more perfect than a life with her.

That was the last time they were truly happy.

“Thank you for taking me on this trip,” she whispered.

“Of course. Anything for you,” he hummed.

The two were cuddling on the bed of their hotel, wrapped in the blanket and in each other’s arms. Y/n had her head on his chest while he held her bare body close to him. He traced patterns onto her back while she lazily massaged his scalp.

The balcony doors were open and the sun set was shining into the room. The warm, salty air wafted into their apartment, making it perfect.

“I love you, Peter.” She lifted her head to peer up at him.

He smiled and blushed. Even with four years of being together, her saying those three words made him flustered. “I love you, darling.”

She cupped his face and brought their noses close together. She pecked his lips and said, “I love you more than anything. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as much as you.”

He grinned and softly kissed her lips. “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you. Nothing will come between us, my love. Nothing.”

Oh, how he wished those words were true.

Peter looked at the picture of Y/n on his nightstand. He sat up on his elbow, taking the picture in his hands. He removed it from the frame, laying back down and holding the picture right up to his face.

This was his favorite picture of her. He’d taken it with his camera. She was in her pjs and eating dinner. Her makeup was rubbing off from the day’s work and she looked exhausted. But she looked happy. Anyone could tell by one look in her eyes that she was happy with her life. With the path, she had chosen, with the man she had chosen.

It was funny how happy things never seemed to last.

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BBQ at the Kent's

Clark invites his friends over for a quiet BBQ at Ma's farm. It just doesn't go quite how he expected.

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Clark had invited his closest friends and their underlings to a BBQ at Kent farm. So what if his closest friends, all happened to be from the Justice League. Kent Farm was a perfect location. It was out the way so if power mishaps it was unlikely to be observed by anyone passing by. It was a large space so could hold lots of people. Especially as his friends seemed to have a habit of collecting underlings like Pokémon, in particular Bruce. AND it wasn't Wayne manor which despite what Bruce says isn't always a relaxing place to be.

Ma was catching up with Alfred and Lois which was good, Alfred deserved a medal as well as the chance to relax. The teens and kids were mucking about/chilling in the house, and he could catch up with his colleague slash friends and relax.

What he may have miscalculated though was his little sister returning home to see Ma. She knew about him and his 'side job'. She had also, very early on, figured out his friends ‘side jobs’ too. Working it out was a breeze according to her, they weren’t particularly discrete in the beginning (according to her at least). She had covered for him and saved his bacon more times than he would willingly admit. Hell, she's covered for him to them and covered for them without them knowing. She’d provided so many alibis and removed evidence that they hadn’t thought about. The issue though, with his sister turning up, was more that THEY a) didn't know about her and b) didn't know that she knew and finally c) she could quite easily give them all a run for their money.

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Walking into her family home she found a swarm of teens lounging around the living room. They were all chatting and talking over each other that they didn't notice her enter. Raising an eyebrow, she spotted Conner, who was currently wrapped around another boy with dark hair.

"Hey Mini Bale! Nice look you got going. Bet it's driving the old men mad and completely beats the plaid shirts and starched suits. Is Haybale out in the yard?"

Conner jumped, causing the others in the room to stop chatting, and looks to see his sort of aunt smirking at him across the room.

"Hey M, didn't know you were coming too? Yeah Clarks out back. Ummm….. why are you here?"

"This is my home too Mini Bale.” She deadpans him, “I was planning to surprise to see Ma as not visited in person for a while. I don’t need to tell Haybale every time I visit, he isn’t the boss of me.” Conner’s aunt pouted before gaining a glint in her eye, “What I wasn't expecting to see was Haybale having a "small gathering” here and not invite moi! But alas it is what it is."

The glint turning into a smug look with a dangerous edge as she took in the room.

"Auntie M!!!", the call distracted her from the room suddenly as Jon ran in from the kitchen and launched himself into a flying jump to hug with the women standing in the room. "Straw stack!! How are you doing sweetie? Made any new friends?"

While Jon dissolved into conversation with his Auntie, Tim took the opportunity to quickly assess the newly dubbed Em. She was well dressed, the sort you don't often see on farms and would be better placed in the city. Her clothes were expensive, the type he often could see board members wearing when relaxing. Even with Jon holding her attention she seemed to have clocked him studying her and nearly everyone else who was watching her interactions. Leaning into his boyfriend he queried.

"Em? Does she? Is she? Who???"

Conner chuckled at Tim's confusion, as well as the mystified faces of the others there.

"Tim, guys, I'd like to introduce you to Clark's sister, and my sorta aunt and Jon’s definite Auntie, Marinette. M for short. And before you ask Tim, no she isn’t like him. She *does* works with Max Kante in developing high tech material and gadgets since well she grew up with Clark and wanted to help him cope with his powers… She and Max created MiracuTech as a result. It’s her brainchild though really, M doesn’t really need Max."

"Mini Bale stop!! You’re dramatizing it. I need Max just as much as he needs me, our skill set complement each other. We couldn’t make half the stuff MiracuTech does without his input.” Marinette blushed, “Max says hi by the way and to tell you to pop by the office. He wants to test his new “creation” with you. Not that that offer will remain if you keep speaking of him like that. But it does remind me, how are you finding the glasses?"

It was Conner’s turn to smirk at his friends, and they could suddenly see the family resemblance in the pair.

"They're are awesome M. Like the play back function is brilliant. I've recorded so much blackmail."

His friends paused and a shiver went down their spines recalling all the incidents that have happened since Conner got his latest sunglasses.

"Fab feedback. I'll let Max know.” Taking as glance around the room, “I'm gonna take a wild guess as say Battle Barbie, Fishtails, Greedy Gonzales and Moody & Broody are out back with Haybale and Ma, Mini Bale?"

That again caused the room to freeze, being siblings with Clark kinda made sense that she would have known his identity, but for Clark to tell her about other identities was worrying. Conner tilted his head and looked at his sorta aunt as if trying to work out what she was planning.

"Yeeeeah, what are you up to M? I'm pretty sure you promised Clark you'd not cause mischief when you met everyone."

"I deny ever making that promise. I have evidence to back up that claim too. Plus, the amount of shit Haybale has caused me cos of his moral compass and lack of impulse control makes it fair game. Though I do support his altruism.” She paused debating what she would say next, “To set the record straight what I *actually* promised was that I would *consider* not causing *too much* mischief. And I have considered it and think that I'll survive this course of action. You’re not the only one with playback ability. Thanks for the info Mini Bale. Let's catch up more later!"

With that she ruffled his hair as she walked past him out to see her dear older brother.

"You've spent too much time as a cat M!" Conner called as he tried to sort out his hair. The room erupted as she left the room. Confusion, mild panic as to whether their identities were at risk and answers were demanded from Conner and Jon. Tim whined at Conner’s comment, "Cat?! We've got to keep B away from her!"

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Out in the yard, Clark was relaxed surround by what he supposed was the founding JL members. He'd heard his sister turn up and cause subtle chaos amongst the teens in the house slowly dreading her announcing her arrival out here. Ma would be thrilled to see her. He was too, sort of. Just not in front of everyone. Kon-El was right with her spending too much time as a cat. And Tim was right as well. He'd have to keep Bruce away from her, she'd be just his latest type.

"HAY BALE! You're holding a party for little ol' me?! How delightful of you."

Clark cringed. He still hated her nickname for him.

"Lois! Ma! You both look lovely as ever! Oh, it’s been too long since I've seen you in person."

Marinette swooped past Clark to the ladies and gave them huge hugs before quickly falling into conversation to catching up with them, thankfully ignoring Clark allowing him some time to deal with his friends.

"Why is Marinette K from MiracuTech at your farm Clark?"

Barry quickly asked, staring at his sister with stars in his eyes. Ok maybe it wasn't just Bruce Clark had to worry about.

"Yes, why is the Guardian, Lady Fortune, at your home?" queried Arthur looking at Clark with confusion and slight apprehension.

"MiracuTech… Guardian," Diana quickly put together gasping, looking at Arthur who had cottoned on to her implications as well, then back at Marinette.

"Guys! Please! Cool it, M I hope," Clark quickly glared at his sister, who was grinning manically knowing the trouble she was causing for him, "can answer your questions and Barry, M, Marinette, is my sister. Why wouldn't she come here? Though this wasn't planned visit that I was aware of."

"You have a sister."

Bruce stated, as Diana and Arthur wondered off talking in hushed tones. Clark could hear that they had figured out one of her 'other' identities but was content that they wouldn't add drama for the moment he redirected his attention back to Bruce.

Clark sighed tiredly, "yes, I have a sister, Bruce. Who likes to keep her personal life private. Which is why you guys have just found out about her and not before."

"Is she Kryptonian?"

"Bruce!! you can't ask Clark that!!" Barry exclaimed, not really surprised by his bluntness but still Alfred was about, and he was ‘Bruce’ currently so social etiquettes, and all should be observed.

"What can't Moody & Broody ask Haybale, Greedy Gonzales?" Marinette enquired, a picture of planned innocence, as she snuck up on them. She gave Clark a side hug and a ‘knowing’ sibling smile.

"M… please… stop with that nickname. Bruce was just asking if you were adopted as well."

"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, "Boy Scout it is then. Moody & Broody I'm not adopted. Ma and Pa had me as a 'Surprise! you're pregnant’ a few years after they'd adopted Boy Scout here"

Bruce frowned at the names she'd been given them. While she just gave a facade of innocence, she held a glint in her eye that destroyed the illusion along with the names she was giving everyone.

Ignoring Clark and Bruce, Marinette turned to Barry to discuss his work at S.T.A.R labs and potential collaboration with MiracuTech. Clark internally groaned as he watched his sister get animated about some sort of tech project she wanted to discuss.

Bruce observed the interaction. It was clear that she knew more than she was letting on. Though he had done research on his peers to know their weaknesses and strengths, Clark having a younger sister never came up. How he had hidden her was impressive, unless it was herself who had hidden her existence from him… That was worrying causing Bruce to deepen his frown as he watched Barry and Marinette chat.

Clark joined in frowning at the pair, but because of how was Barry flirting with his BABY sister before he started to groan as it seemed to go completely over her head. She still seemed to be oblivious to those around her liking her slightly more than friendship.

"M! Ma's told you before no business talk at home."

Laughing back at him his sister nodded "We’ll have to continue this discussion another day maybe Greedy Gonzalez, when Boy Scout isn't being all boy scout-y and acting like a golden child."

Seeing an opportunity Diana butted in and 'subtly' tried to guide Marinette to where she was sitting with Arthur. "Lady Fortune, it's an honour to meet you in person. My mother has told many a tale of our mutual friends’ legacy"

"M is fine. Lady is much too formal for my liking right Ms Prince? Our friends have told me much about your mother as well Battle Barbie. But I must say I'd be more interested to hear about your curator work at the Louvre" Allowing herself to be led away.

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Bruce gave Clark a patented batglare, "She knows." Clark rubbed his neck before back at Bruce.

"Yes. She knows. She's my sister. It's kinda hard to hide learning how to manage superpowers from family you know. It was her and Pa that helped find solutions to manage the powers. Lead glasses… her idea."

Growling at Clarks response. "She knows ours. You told her"

Taking a deep breath, "No Bruce.” Clark sighed out, praying to the god’s his sister cared for, for the patience to deal with his paranoid friend, “I didn't. She's smart. Ridiculously and stupidly smart but that's aside. She *knows* who I am. She follows my career, like I do hers. She knows who I work with, like I know who she works with. And who my friends are. The info is all there to work it out. She's also got me out of tight spots as an alibi way too often. I'm pretty sure this is opportunistic revenge for it. Especially for all she did before Lois *knew*"

"Oh god it was her calling you at the watch tower that made you pale. Not Ma Kent!!" Barry cackled, "She's the one you're scared of!!"

"Ssshhhhh Barry! Yes! She terrifies me. Much more than little sisters should. You do realise she has covered all your butts more than you think too. Remember she is a tech genius, she works *with other* tech genius’s and we, sometimes in a rush in the early days, forgot about cameras and visuals lining up."

Barry paled at that. Bruce on the other hand looked intrigued. Of course, her problem solving, and detective skills would attract him. "How long has she known?"

"Mine, since forever and never told anyone. Yours, as she has never said anything directly, I’m going to guess since we worked together the first times. I don’t really know for how long, but it’s been since the early days. You don’t need to worry though; she understands the need for secrets and how to keep them. This,” Clark says waving his hand around, “is her way to letting you know she knows without stating it. It’s definitely her subtle form of revenge on me for having to hack large corporations and delete footage or claiming that I was with her visiting so couldn’t get caught out.”

Clark turned to Bruce all serious, “Don’t antagonise or integrate her. Please Bruce! She can and will break into the Batcomputer and cause it to run slow and force your phones and alarms to only play baby shark.”

“So, she’s the one who helped you hack LexCorp to get the evidence required for your latest article”

“That’s what you got from that?! That my genius *baby* sister sometimes, might, maybe, help gather evidence to take down corrupt businessmen and politicians?! Not the fact that you shouldn’t wind her up!!”

“Well I know your tech skills aren’t up to scratch and though there was potential for Lois, it doesn’t really fit her MO so its nice to know how you truly do it. Do you think she would tell us how she hacked into JL main computer and the bat computer? Or be willing to assist in building better protection.”

Clark stared at Bruce, and was about to respond, but before he could Diana caught his eye as she knelt before M holding her hand. Stars in Diana’s eyes while Arthur looked like he was going to faint.

He groaned. Now, Diana!

His baby sister was really trying to stress him out with all the potential shovel talks he would need to make. The shimmer in her eyes when she briefly caught him looking at her suggested that she may be more aware that she was letting on. With the headache she was causing him, he would need a drink after all this.

Thankfully, before Marinette could cause more chaos with the Atlantean and Amazonian, her phone went off resulting in her slinking off to deal with what sounded like guardian issues from his eaves dropping giving what he thought was breathing room.

“Are you ok Arthur? Do I need to talk to M?” Clark enquired to his friend, hoping his sister hadn’t caused too much trauma for his friend.

“She can hold both sides of the balance and not succumb to the pressure or temptation. A true soul and so young. You let this all happen to your younger sister?”

Ok so she had caused some trauma for the Atlantean after all. He was certain it was related to the cat as well as the bug.

“Let is a strong word, Arthur. Forced is more appropriate. M is more stubborn than Bruce at times. And at 14... yeah hormonal teenage younger sister in Paris. My hand was forced.”

Diana and Arthur choked looking at Clark in horror, “14!?!?!”

Both Bruce and Barry raised an eye at him in judgement. Like they’re ones to talk with how young they let their mentees join the field.

“It is decided. She will be traveling with me to Themyscira and to Atlantis when Arthur puts on his ‘big boy pants’. She requires extra support in this matter.”

“14? Extra support? Diana, what are you talking about? She is in her 20’s not 14. You can’t kidnap Clark’s sister, Can she?”

Barry looked perplexed by the situation. Unsure on what they are talking about. She seemed to be fine and had survived years without assistance and knowing about their identities. Going to Themyscira and Atlantis would not help with that.

Staring at Clark with an unnerving intensity, Bruce answered Barry’s questions.

“She was one of the Parisian heroes. Their leader from what Diana and Arthur are suggesting. She started her extracurricular activities before even we officially did, much younger than we were and Clark didn’t stop her.”

“Oh.... Wait?! You didn’t stop her!!”

Clark was really regretting this BBQ. It was starting to feel more like an interrogation on his big brother skills, a judgement on his mentoring capability NOT a relaxing escape with friends.

“It would explain why Clark was so insistent of a some of the support protocols now,” Bruce mused. “She didn’t let you help and forced you stay away, didn’t she? Your powers, if you got akumatised, had the potential to cause a global disaster and the magic could have hurt you out of costume.”

“If you knew this, why are you giving me grief! And Diana, you can’t kidnap M. She has a support network already.”

“I didn’t. You just confirmed it. And more support can never hurt.”

Damn bat with his detective trickery and throwing his own arguments back in his face. Groaning in response Clark looked at his friends,

“Fine. You can ask but it’s HER choice no forcing it ok.”

After some grumbled agreements they all agreed.

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“I hate you,”

“I love you too, Hay Bale.”

Marinette grinned at her brother with a cup of tea in hand. His friends had finally departed more than one had managed to get him to convince her to exchange numbers. She’d agreed to visit Diana when back in Paris to arrange a visit to Themyscira. It scared him how quickly after the initial interrogation and worry they all accepted her. She was bound to provide them so much blackmail on him. Clark was dreading his next JL meeting.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Not really. Ma knew I was visiting her this month. The fact you were here with everyone was just a perfect opportunity which I took up.”

Clark stared at his sister. None of her nervous tells were showing so wasn’t lying to him, not that she would. She hated secrets, and she carried so many with so many implications if they were revealed. As a result, she hated liars if there was not true reason for them.

“Fine. You do realise I have so many shovel talks now to dish out?”

“What?”

“Did you not see the heart eye’s Barry was giving? Or how Diana was constantly trying to get close? And once Bruce had assessed that you weren’t a threat, kept trying to engage you in conversation about detective stuff?”

“Oh, So, errr, they aren’t like that normally to friends?” A faint blush was making its way across Marinette’s cheeks. “I like wasn’t aware. Can I blame miraculous side effects?”

Clark laughed at his baby sister, yeah as clever as she was, she remained her wonderful blissfully ignorant self on flirting which he adored.

“Nah, they aren’t normally that friendly. Didn’t think you noticed and sure let’s blame the kwami, they caused some of this drama any way. I vote for Plagg and Trixx for being at fault.”

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