#And yes Conner was there. Listening and watching

[midnightstar-90]

𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 & ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤

Garfield Logan x Platonic! Reader

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Summary: Gar is an underestimated member of the Titans, and after recent events, he really needed someone.

Warnings: Nothing but Sad Gar and angst

A/N: This is set between the end of season 2 and the beginning of season 1.

Words: 1.9K

Out of all the Titans, Y/N was the quietest. She kept to herself most of the time and tried to stay out of everyone’s way.  But that didn’t stop her from observing the people around you.

She was hypervigilant and saw through all the crap that the Titans told each other. Like how Dick tried to see past his horrible childhood and refuses to believe that he reflects that on the other people in the tower. Or how Kory is such a badass on the outside, but on the inside she was struggling to find herself. But one of the most difficult things for her to watch was the number of times they put their needs before Gar’s, but he was always there for him.

It hurt the girl to watch them do that to the poor boy, so she took it upon herself to come to his aid. It hadn’t been long since C.A.D.M.U.S Labs basically kidnapped Gar and Conner from the tower and forced them to do their bidding. It took a lot out of Gar, especially with the loss of Donna that same night. Everyone was upset with Donna’s passing, but none of them paid attention to Gar or Conner’s feelings. They too had suffered a tremendous amount.

Y/N could hear Gar, at night, crying through the walls. He grew distant from the Titans, keeping to himself mostly. And not once did a single person try to do something about it.

The girl sat on the couch, listening to some classical music through her headphones as she randomly drew using her sketch pad. Classical music somehow brought out an artistic side to her. It was something she learned with Dick. Out of nowhere, a blank-faced Gar stormed into the large room, and into the kitchen. 

Seeing this, Y/N removed the headphones from her ears and placed them around her neck. She moved her art supplies from off her lap and uncurled herself from her crisscross position. She stood, walking over to a clearly upset Gar, as he aggressively pulled out a box of cereal, practically slamming it onto the counter.

“Are you okay, Gar?” Y/N asked, concerned for her friend who once again slammed a bowl on the counter, next to the cereal.

“Is that classical music?” Gar asked, glaring up at the girl. His head twitched and his eyes turned green. Y/N took that as a sign of hostility, but she wasn’t scared.

She nodded, “Yes. It helps me focus.” Gar was not happy with the music that was blasting through her headphones. “Well, turn it off,” he barked as he went to grab some milk. She respectfully obeyed Gar's orders, turning her headphones off, so no one could hear the music.

What’s wrong with you, Mr. grumpy,” Y/N joked, keeping a curious eye on the green haired boy. 

Looking up at the ceiling, he rubbed his face, letting out a loud groan. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he sighed, now looking the girl straight in the eye.

Y/N nodded her head, giving the boy a sad smile. “Well, if you need anything, I’m here.” Her loving tone seeped through the boy’s ears as a warm fuzzy feeling rushed through his body. A small smile appeared on Gar’s face as nodded and went back to making his food.

Y/N gave the boy one last look before collecting her stuff and leaving the room entirely. ‘If he wants to talk to me, I won’t force him. Just let him come to you, Y/N,’ Y/N thought to herself as she exited the room. Leaving the boy alone.

Gar watched the girl’s movement and contemplated her words. It was something he rarely heard unless it was him trying to help his friends. It felt nice to know there was someone willing to help him.

Later that night, Gar stood in Y/N’s door frame, watching as she made her bed, tucking in her sheets and covers, for that perfect hold on her as she slept. He knocked on the wooden door, catching the attention of the young girl. Her head flew up, breaking her concentration from her bed, and a warm smile appeared when she saw the boy standing in her doorway.

“Hey,” She spoke, in a cheerful manner. Gar didn’t smile back. The girl frowned, sensing something wrong. The boy stepped closer to the girl, allowing her to see the dried-up tears that ran down Gar’s face.

“Gar?” She asked, concerned for the boy. He didn’t speak. He, instead, walked over to the girl, making her jump slightly as he pulled her into an unexpected hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, patting his back.

“Gar, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” She spoke, hearing small sobs against her back. “Can I sleep in here?” The boy asked quietly. Y/N stayed quiet, feeling the vibration as Gar cried into her neck. 

She had a feeling she knew why the boy wanted to stay with her for the night. She felt her face warm up as she tried to imagine what the boy was going through. A tear ran down her face as she nodded. "Y-yeah, you can stay tonight," she stuttered.

Gar pulled back from her, wiping the tears, not wanting Y/N to see him cry, but she already saw everything. She saw the broken boy ages ago, it wasn’t until now that she saw how broken he really was.

Placing her hand on his back, she led him over to the right side of the bed, pulling out the cover to allow him to lie down. He did as intended before the girl went over to the other side, crawling in next to him. 

She turned off the light, and just lay with her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Gar lay on his side, watching the dark shadow of her door. His mind wandered as he began to remember what it was like to not be in control. To be in the dark. He remembered the people he killed, and how C.A.D.M.U.S had hurt him. He remembered the pain he felt from the time he was taken from the tower to the time Rachel had released him from the mind prison he was forced into.

Y/N heard the familiar cries. Those similar to the ones she would hear through the walls. Gar sniffled as two arms wrapped around his figure, pulling him into their embrace. He relaxed, knowing it was Y/N comforting him.

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” Gar mumbled through his tears.

Y/N tilted her head as she looked down at the boy, calmly playing with his hair. It was something her mother had done when she was upset. She smiled and said, “It’s fine Gar. You went through some pretty traumatic stuff. We all have times when we’re scared to open up. No one blames you.”

“No, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that.” Gar went quiet as he tried to muster up the courage to say what he needed to. “It’s just that… Classical music is what C.A.D.M.U.S used to brainwash me. Obviously, you didn't know that, and therefore it was wrong for me to get upset.”

Y/N felt guilty. She didn’t know any of that. Her breath hitched at the thought of all the things C.A.D.M.U.S did to the teenage boy in her arms. The torture. The mental and physical pain that he went through, watching as he uncontrollably killed many people, both innocent and guilty. She was sympathetic toward the boy, and it hurt, even more, to see that no one else cared as much as Y/N did.

“When I sleep, I hear their screams. I could hear the sound of myself clawing and biting into innocent people. Children running scared in fright. I never wanted that for myself or anyone for that matter.”

Y/N rubs his back in a comforting way, staring blankly at a wall as she listens to Gar’s words. “I wake up, and my pillow is soaked. I cry in my sleep. And every night, it’s the same thing. Sometimes during the day, I can hear them. Their pleas for me to stop. Their cries for help. I feel so disoriented nowadays.”

Y/N kisses Gar’s forehead and quietly says, “You just need a little guidance. And I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but everyone has been through some life-changing stuff, no matter how hard they push it down. Me…” she said pointing at herself, even though she knew Gar couldn’t see her. “I’ve always been in the background. Always listening. Always watching. And even though I’m able to live in the background, I still get lonely. It feels as though I know everyone else's struggles, but no one knows mine. And that’s where me and you are the same. You work so hard to make everyone else happy, but you don’t make time to make yourself happy… at least, not in the way you want to be happy.”

He silently cried into the girl’s pillow, taking it all in, listening to every word the girl spoke as if it were a scripture in a holy text. He thought about what she was saying, and he realized that he was right. He had been there to pick everyone else up, but who would be there to pick him up. 

He then remembered what Y/N had said about herself, only for him to realize that he had never noticed the girl at all. He didn’t really know anything about the girl holding him in her arms. 

‘Who is this girl?’ Gar questioned himself before sitting up, forcing himself out of the girl’s arms so that he could actually look at her. But when Gar turned to get a better look, everything around him changed. He wasn’t in Y/N’s bed anymore. He was on his own. And instead of the moonlight seeping through the curtains, the sun's bright beams of light blinded him. He looked down at where the girl once was, but she was nowhere to be found.

Gar stood from his bed, resting his feet on the floor below him. He readjusted his nightshirt before leaving his room. The green-haired boy looked left and right, both curious and confused about what was going on.

He walked through the tower to get to the living room, and he looked at the couch where Gar remembered the girl once sat. Behind him, Dick walked into the room, giving the boy a questioning look. “You okay, Gar?” Dick asked, stepping closer to the boy. Gar stood in his spot as Dick’s words ran on a loop in his head, each time sounding more and more like the girl.

Gar scoffed before turning around to face Dick. Dick called Gar’s name once more before Gar asked, “Where’s Y/N?”

Dick was utterly confused by his question. He didn’t know anyone by that name, and it worried him that Gar was so eager for the girl's whereabouts. “Who’s Y/N,” Dick asked as he tried to get more information out of the boy.

Gar shook his head in disbelief. He saw the girl. She was sitting on the very couch that was sitting right next to him. They talked as if they knew one another, and she held him in her arms. He felt as if he had known the girl. But did he really know the girl?  And it suddenly clicked in his head that before today, he had never noticed the girl.

‘Was it all a dream?’

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A/N: I know the ending is a little bad and rushed, but I just wanted to add a bit of an element of surprise. It was more of a last-minute choice.

But, if any of you, and I mean ANY of you need someone to talk to, I am here. This story is inspired by my personal life, so I understand. Sometimes we don't know how to ask for help, or we have no one who understands us, but I want you to know that you have a voice when it comes to me. Just DM me, and I will listen.

[jesncin]

If you had the opportunity to have some voice actors casted for your iterations of Lois, Clark, Jimmy, Connor, Lex, Livewire, Rudy, and Brainiac (Basically the superman characters you've remixed so far) who would be perfect casting for each?

OOH YES here's some fancasts for my remix:

David Corenswet as Clark Kent! This is a really hard pick for me, I'm attached to Tim Daly's STAS voice for him but if I had to pick someone younger I guess this David Corenswet guy from the upcoming film looks pretty good? At least from clips I've seen of him he's got a good voice.

Brianne Tju as Lois Liando! She's a Chinese Indonesian actress and while she's young I think she's got the range. I'd love to see her twist on Dana Delaney's STAS performance because Delaney's got a fantastic hardened sassy woman voice. Tju's voice sounds great in this interview.

Haley Tju as Lucy Lane! Brianne has a sister which is PERFECT for Lois' sister Lucy! I heard Hayley's voice in Arlo the Alligator Boy as the tiger cat character and I think she sounds neat.

Michael J Woodard as Jimmy Olsen! Similarly as Haley I heard Woodard's voice on Arlo the Alligator Boy, he's the lead there as Arlo. His voice is high energy and fun! Plus he can SING which is great because I imagine Jimmy as a jack of all trades artist and shenanigans coupled with musical numbers would be perfection.

Dave Fennoy as Lex Luthor! This is locked and loaded for me. It frustrates me that no one has seen the vision here. This is the second coming of STAS Lex but BETTER. Just!! Listen to him as Bluebeard from the Wolf Among Us. This is phenomenal, the perfect voice already exists.

Toks Olagundoye as Lena Luthor! She's voiced Martha Wayne in Batman Unburied, and Cat Grant in Reign of Supermen among many roles. She'd bring the elegance Lena would need. I love her accent,,,

Donald Glover as Conner Kent/Luthor! Granted I would love a teen that can bring what he brought to Marshall Lee on Adventure Time but that performance is the Conner energy I want.

Gr33dyjay/Jhas Ean Prescott Corbitt as Rudy Jones/Parasite! While I love the Brion James' STAS voice for Parasite, I have become attached to Gr33dyjay's take on my version of Parasite. If you can bring a performance that can make me laugh like that, you're golden. If he brought just a bit of New York accent into it, even better.

ProZD/Sungwon Cho and Ellen McLain as Brainiac! I want these two to talk interchangeably and in synchronization for Brainiac. Cho serving Brau1589 realness and McLain bringing the GlaDOS good stuff. Heaven would open its gates if we ever heard a Brainiac voice like this, I believe that.

Nicole Sullivan as Livewire! This one is so, so difficult because the original Lori Petty voice for Livewire is essentially perfection. I think future takes need to find a distinct and youtuber bombastic charismatic voice for making a potentially unlikeable character fun to watch. Sullivan famously voices Shego on Kim Possible, and I think her voice has the uniqueness and sass that could revitalize Livewire. She just needs to do a version of the accent and energy.

AJ Michalka as Kara Zor El! I know Michalka's voice as Stevonnie on Steven Universe and Catra from She-Ra. I like her performance in both, it stands out and the lil rasp in her voice adds something. That gives Kara that kind of jaded world weary but still young voice. I know I haven't drawn Supergirl yet, but I've got plans.

Thanks for this ask! While I'm not familiar with tinsel town people in general, this was like a fun scavenger hunt, haha.

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[i--antimony]

didn't poast last week so this is a two-week extravaganza post! con: got roped into DMing dnd pro: none of these fools have read mdzs so i can steal plots from there. hope the party is ready to be lead on a quest by a disembodied arm!

listening: oh shit SO many things. i will not be linking to all of them.

depeche mode: basically just their top songs on spotify, not any specific album. strong shoutout to 'shake the disease' and 'wrong' (which featured in my secret samol post!)

disturbed: ditto

franz ferdinand: albums 'hits to the head' and 'tonight'. throwbacks

phoenix: 'wolfgang amadeus phoenix' ditto throwback

inxs: 'x' DITTO throwback. doesn't hit the same as when i first listened to em years ago unfortunately

streetlight manifesto: album 'somewhere in the between'

boy and bear: 'harlequin dream'

sammy rae: 'let's throw a party', 'the good life', and their 'everybody wants to rule the world' cover

hozier: 'wasteland baby' and 'unreal unearth'

paramore: album 'this is why'

grizzly bear: 'veckatimiest' and 'painted ruins'

haken: their newest album 'fauna' because i'm thinking about whether or not to go to one of their shows in feb (leaning towards yes right now)

my SO's pinecore playlist

shosty symphony no 5 (<3)

and, finally, a lot of borodin symphony no. 1 in e flat and the last two movements of rimsky-korsakov golden cockerel because that's what the youth orchestra i'm volunteering with is playing right now haha

for podcasts, i've listened to the new counter/weight prequel eps! i'm so charmed to see these characters again. i still haven't finished millenium break holiday special because i lost my spot when a bunch of an episode played without sound by accident so i finally went and scrubbed back to the beginning of the episode (it's the second to last part) so by next week i will FINALLY be out of holiday special zone.

reading: finished rereading tgcf lol,,, in loving memory of square checkbox: apparently apple is switching to circle ones? hateful wikipedia page for kessler syndrome my friend @celestialtourguide sent me a dm to ask about a few of the characters in this manuscript and i was immediately charmed by it. it's so pretty, i loved the informational blurbs, just really cool stuff. it was already on waybackmachine but i've gone ahead and updated it.

watching: kurtis conner looksmaxxing. weird little subculture peek. rewatched sideways' why the music in cats 2019 is worse than you thought because my roommate was interested. this led us to the same channel's why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time because roommate misread ironic as iconic and she really likes that movie. no accounting for taste, but aight. much more interesting than i thought it would be. that video then lead us to tony hinnigan's woodwind demos because hell fuckin yes. big-ass panpipes.

i've been keeping up on dunmeshi anime in little watch sessions with my SO, and also am working through kill la kill with him! i've seen it before but he has not so i'm really enjoying that.

playing: fallow.

making: i managed to finish my secret samol gift in time for reveal day!!! comics are fuckin hard dude!!!! i don't know if i'll be doing it again but it was a fun challenge. i decided to use a New App for some reason instead of procreate because procreate has not been hitting right and i wanted comic half tone brushes for this project. app is called sketchbook, it's an orange icon with a pencil on it. shrug! it's fine! i'll probably keep using it for a bit. started working on an english paper piecing project! soliciting tips for that because right now my method is: cut out hexagon using pattern piece i made to be 1/4 in larger all around than the template, gluestick template onto hexagon, baste edges down neatly, whip-stitch right sides together. remove template once all six sides have something attached. i'm sure there's a better way to streamline this process, i'll have to experiment. this will end up as a dice bag i think.

finally, pottery starts again this week! so next week will have some of that in here

eating: ah beans i did not do a good job keeping track of this. uh. made the ground pork & cabbage thing again because my roommate got SO much napa cabbage for making kimchi and we had a shitload left over. napa cabbage isn't as good as a more standard cabbage for this imo, standard cabbage tends to be a little sweeter i think once it's cooked in? idk. had some stage 5 mental illness moments last week trying to cook dinner on a very short time scale with lots of other shit to do, following a recipe because fucking of course my roommate wanted me to cook with a recipe that night. anyways.

misc: like said at the top, somehow i managed to sign up for Another Activity god damn it. so now every saturday evening i run dnd. tl;dr i'm in a group irl that meets biweekly, someone who i give a lift to for that was complaining in the car that their other online group's dm ragequit after his encounter wasn't well-balanced (skill issue) and before thinking about it i just was like oh well i could probably step in if you need! god damn ittttt lol i have missed dming so it should be fun. i vibe checked them for a session 0 last week and they seem chill and honestly shouldn't be too much work on my end, especially if i yoink plots from mdzs ha ha ha. other than that, all is basically well. i've settled back into a schedule, applied for some summer positions (!), and absolutely hate the amount of busy work in one of my two classes. yippee

[mackenzielovee]

https://onmykneesforrafe.tumblr.com/post/690434673037459456 babes I know that you said you might have a go at my idea and I’m so fucking excited. I’ve been thinking that this is rafe to the fucking max because he so beyond obsessed. I just fucking know that while y/n is making Conner or jo lunch rafe is just trying to get more milk from her I just fucking know it

okay yes so lets talk about it

warnings: lactation kink and swearing

     Rafe adjusts himself in his pants subtly as he watches you, exhausted beyond belief, cradling his daughter in your arms as you beg her to latch. 

She refuses. You beg. Rafe swallows his spit to dry his throat, trying not to offer his own solution. 

He’d mentioned it once. You’d laughed — assuming he was joking — and in your haze of exhaustion, you hadn’t noticed how he clenched his jaw. 

Now, you whine quietly at your baby daughter, suspicion resting in the back of your mind that feeding her from a bottle might just have to be the way to go. 

“Is it me?” you ask Rafe in your tired state, “Am I doing something wrong?” 

His eyes flicker down to your swollen breast, “Absolutely not.”

You just sigh, “Come on, Jo. Latch, honey. Please.” 

Your breasts have never been more sensitive. You’ve never felt more uncomfortable, even after going through two pregnancies. Rafe rises from his armchair and crosses the room, sitting down beside you and resting a hand on your knee. He leans forward, covering his hard-on with his arm. 

“Sweetheart, let me get her one of the bottles you pumped yesterday. You’re too tired for this.” 

You shake your head, adamant that you’re fine. Slowly, Rafe reaches and takes Josie from your arms, and after a moment, you release her. You put your head back on the couch and shut your eyes, trying your best to hold back tears. 

You’ve had the hormone lecture with Rafe plenty of times. He tells you to cry when you need to and does his best to take care of your every need, leading you to at least feel less alone in your hormonal stages. 

You listen as he hears Josie’s bottle, and you’re sure he tests the milk on his arm before he feeds her. You hear him talk to her as she drinks, and after you doze for a bit, he comes back into the living room. Josie is fast asleep now; happy and full thanks to her Dad. 

Rafe sets her in her pack ‘n play to continue her rest, then steps over to immediately check on you. You give him a fake smile and move to rest your head on his shoulder, your breast still half out from another failed attempt at feeding Josie. 

“Thanks for feeding her,” you mumble. 

He nods, “Of course, baby. Is there— Can I help you?” 

You laugh before you can help it, turning into his neck to leave a gentle kiss there for how sweet he’s being. 

“There’s nothing you can do, Rafe,” you tell him. 

All at once, he shifts his body toward you, and the hand you’d set on his chest falls to his thigh. It takes one swipe of your hand, one intimate, loving motion, for your eyes to pop open. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

You fed your eyes start to well up again, cursing yourself silently. 

“We— I can’t, I’m sorry, I just—“ 

“Hey, hey,” he stops you, “Don’t apologize. I’m fine. I can take care of myself. I’m just worried about you.” 

Sighing, you look down to your chest, “I guess I just need to pump. They hurt.”

“Will you please let me help you?” 

Your eyes move over to his as you take in his serious expression. 

“Like, go find my pump?” you clarify. 

He shakes his head, sliding off the couch and settling on his knees on the floor, parting your thighs to sit between them. 

“Not exactly,” he mumbles, “Trust me?” 

You nod, “I do.” 

He takes a deep breath and reaches up, removing your loose shirt from your chest completely. You whimper as his fingertips graze your breasts, the pain from the soreness coming out in waves. 

“Just relax, okay? I’m gonna fix it.” 

You move to speak, but when his tongue experimentally flicks over your right nipple, you lose all ability to speak. He watches your responsiveness; the way your back arches and you cry out at the sensation. 

“Oh, my—”

“Shh,” he urges, “Don’t wanna wake her, do we?”

You shake your head, holding eye contact with him, “Please.”

He latches on before you can say another word. Your eyes roll back as Rafe wastes no time — immediately sucking and swallowing as he attempts to drain you. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he reaches down with his left hand and starts palming himself through his shorts, trying to get some sort of simulation as he sucks. 

You bite down on your lip when Rafe moans against your breast, giving you a small smile as his tongue works expertly against you. 

“Rafe,” you moan quietly, “Feels so good. It’s working.”

He smiles and pulls back for a moment, his lips bright pink and puffy and his eyes hazy. 

“Good. Good, baby. You taste so good. Let me finish.”

You barely have time to nod as he switches breasts, licking up the bit of fluid already leaking from you. His hand works faster against his shorts, and the second you moan, he explodes. His shorts display a wet patch where he came, but he doesn’t care. He’s taking care of you, tasting you, and loving every second of it.

“That’s it,” you encourage. 

He nods against you, draining you quickly to try and rid you of your discomfort. He sees the exact moment you feel better — when you exhale and lean back, letting your eyes flutter closed under no pain or soreness. He doesn’t stop, though. In fact, he pulls you closer to him and switches breasts again, trying to drain every drop if you’ll let him. 

“Wanted to do this so bad when you had Connor,” he confesses, “But I held back. Took drops when I tested the temperature of his bottle. You’re so fucking sweet. Your body is incredible. Can’t believe you let me do this.”

“Thank you,” you blurt, “I feel so much better. You don’t have to—”

“Want more,” he grumbles. 

“Rafe,” you chuckle, “You can’t dry me out. I’m okay now, I promise.”

He frowns but stops, leaving little kisses on the underside of each of your breasts before he moves up to kiss your lips. 

“Fair warning,” he mumbles just before he kisses you, “I came in my fucking shorts.”

You laugh, quickly covering your mouth when you realize Josie’s stirring, “Sorry.”

He smiles and kisses you, “Come on, sweetheart. You’re so tired.”

Rafe helps you into your bedroom and puts you in clean clothes, then tucks you in on your side of the bed. He gives you a goodnight kiss, making sure you have everything you need. 

“I’m gonna sleep out there with Jo. I want you to get an entire night’s worth of sleep. You deserve it.”

Too tired to fight, you signal for a kiss and mumble out a thank you before letting your eyes close.

Rafe makes himself comfortable on the couch after he changes his shorts, unable to believe he’d finally done it. He falls asleep dreaming of your taste, diagnosing himself as addicted. 

     The next day, Rafe finds you in the kitchen making lunch for Connor, who is sitting at the kitchen table playing on your phone. He watches you fondle your breast, wincing slightly as you grow uncomfortable once more. Josie rests in her baby base on the counter, and when Rafe wanders over, he pinches her cheek and watches her smile. 

“You okay?” he whispers to you. 

“Yes.”

“Let me help you,” he says quickly.

“Rafe, I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Let me help, please. It’ll be quick.”

You can see the want in his eyes, and for a moment, you wonder if this is more about him than it is about you. 

Rafe can feel his pants tightening at the promise of getting to taste you again. He’d been unable to think about anything else for longer than five seconds today, having just been staring at your breasts and waiting for you to show any sign that they hurt. 

“This is ridiculous. Connor is—”

“Paying zero attention. He has no idea what’s going on. Please, sweetheart.”

Slowly, you nod, watching him grin and lean down to kiss your forehead. He guides you over to the opposite counter and lifts you up, setting you down on it. He swallows as he watches you pull your v-neck down, exposing your swollen breasts to him just as you did last night. 

“Quickly,” you mumble. 

He nods and latches on, moaning when he tastes you again. After you’d had Josie, you’d been given a time frame for when you could have sex again. Rafe, ever so understanding, silently tells himself that he can’t wait to be able to do this while he’s inside you. 

“God, shit, you taste so good, baby,” he groans.

He switches breasts, and soon, he leads you right back into that comfortable place you’d been in last night. 

“Thank you,” you pant, guiding him away the second you feel better. 

Rafe frowns but pulls back, wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers as you fix your shirt. You hop down off the counter and step back over to continue fixing Connor’s lunch, who is still lost in his game. 

You’re not at all surprised when Rafe presses himself into your back, smirking as he buries his face into your neck. 

“You let me know when you want me again, okay?”

You turn around, pecking him on the lips, “Okay. Thank you.”

He reaches over you and pops a grape into his mouth, smiling as he does so.

“The pleasure is mine, sweetheart.”

[faeriekit]

Been lurkin and appreciating Blister Pack from afar (until now!!).

The funny thing about Clark, is there IS a certain amount of complicated feelings and empathy to be had, if the show had gone about things differently. A kid being made without your consent is violating and emotionally invasive (not physically in Supes case). But his reaction to his kid is what makes any potential sympathy vanish. Yes, take out your feelings on the person in the situation with even less agency and far less power than you. Thats the way to handle it and process these feelings. The JL letting him (making him?) be in charge of Connor was a poor decision for both parties.

I enjoy how much of this story is a call out of Clark's distorted thinking and assumptions. ♥️ Though its been more background, quietly hopin the rest of the JL members who could be considered complicit in this child neglect and abuse also take responsibility. Like Black Canary you're a therapist (psychiatrist?) and have a bunch of contact with these children! And after that "spar" anyone who watched it should have started having concern!

I hope Clark does finally grow at some point. He doesn't really deserve to call Connor his son, but Connor deserves an apology and the option to connect with his Kryptonian side on his terms, safely.

And the Kents and Lois! Superman just isn't capable of listening or respecting the agency of those around him at the moment. Even in this snippet, he thinks they are in danger because they don't see the situation clearly. Oh the irony 😂

Sorry for the ramble. I originally had a point but now it's just random thoughts. Hope you enjoy the feedback 😎

My main perspective on Superman in Blister Pack is that, if Conner were actually evil, all of his perspectives on the topic of Conner, A Clone Of Superman, might make sense. Conner would need extra security. He would need extra supervision. He would have been more hostile in their spar, which is largely what Superman had been expecting, only for Black Canary to call it when things were clearly not right.

The problem is, Conner's just...a guy. A dude, even. Not even a man. Just a half-ghost sorta-teen with anger issues and deep-seated insecurities. You and I know this since I'm writing it from Conner's perspective, but if I was writing this from anyone's eyes outside of the team... Conner is shifty. He is disappearing from the League with no explanation for hours and hours. He is more than he seems, with unexplained hours. He is isolating himself from other league members, and he doesn't have a mentor to vouch for his introvertedness and disinterest in violence.

So. *shrug* Take that as you will. Supes is making a mountain out of a molehill, but the molehill was already there. There isn't a lot of nuance in International Justice, though, so...he's going overboard without really thinking about the consequences this has on anyone else. I got some empathy for the dude, but my sympathy isn't there. 😅

I like rambling! It helps me shape how I want to look at the fic too. <3

AND for everyone who's wondering about the custody battle, Clark does not have legal custody! The JL on the whole, does, as an org! They're basically licensed as an emergency placement for global security/national disaster/emergency reasons. That's why Jazz has been hitting the base rather than busting down Superman's door and challenging him to a duel; it's not Clark she's fighting. It's the JL.

[zeequicks]

Excuse me, is someone bothering you?

conner kent & zatanna zatara, young justice fic. (they are besties)

I realised I never posted this one on tumblr, and it's one of my favourites still, so here it is. T-rated, 1.8k words | read on ao3

Summary:

When Zatanna first joins the team as an insecure teenage girl, Conner has her back. When they're both adults and Conner is still struggling with daddy issues, Zatanna returns the favour. Every good friendship needs a healthy dose of magic and muscle.

It’s difficult enough trying to save the world on a daily basis; it’s even more difficult when you’re dealing with a group of rowdy teenagers.

Zatanna has friends, sure. But she keeps her distance at school, because well—her powers tend to be unstable. Her dad can get pretty protective of her, too, so when he finally agreed that she could join the team, she was ecstatic.

(And not at all prepared for what being in a team with no boundaries, no privacy and no place to hide, meant.)

It’s only her second week with them and everyone’s having an argument on the Bio-Ship over no-one-remembers what. She’s sitting next to Conner, both of whom have been watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? You just have to be the center of attention all the time!” Wally yells at Dick.

Dick jumps out of his seat, ready to try to drag Wally out of his and wrestle him into the ground, probably. “Me? Oh, that’s rich, coming from the guy who screwed up every part of the plan!”

“Dick, will you listen to us for once? Wally was trying to save your ass,” Artemis cuts in, huffing. “Just admit it. You miscalculated. I tried to tell you that the warehouse was sealed from behind!”

“That’s what she sai—”

“Shut UP, Wally,” everyone says.

M’gann rubs her temples together and says, “Right, no more yelling. It’s not good for the ship. If you want to talk, we talk like adults on my mind-link. I’ll kick you out if you can’t be civil about it.”

“Maybe if you stop with these avoidance techniques and actually try to have a conversation with us instead of retreating into your mind fortress, we’d be a better team,” Kaldur says. 

M’gann flares up. Conner jumps out of his seat to try to comfort her, but stops in his tracks as they look at each other.

Zatanna knows that look. Everyone in the room is silent for the next minute. Expressions twist and change, arms start flailing around.

“You guys are having a telepathic conversation without me again, are you,” she says, flatly.

What was she thinking? Joining this band of spoiled, legacy brats, none of whom can make a single decision without imploding on each other? And she has nothing to contribute, not because she doesn’t want to be involved in the fight, but because she can’t even focus on anything but the spells she messed up during the mission.

No one’s chosen to pick a fight with her over it, or scold her for screwing up. Is she not even worth taking seriously?

She’s not one of them. She can never be. Maybe she should just go home to her dad, tell her that he was right and that she isn’t ready for this.

Everyone turns towards her all of a sudden.

“What?” Zatanna says, and M’gann gives her a sympathetic look. Oh. “I was on the line, wasn’t I? You guys were listening.”

Yeah, we heard you, Dick replies, dropping his gaze.

She runs off to the back of the ship and lets out a little cry.

To her surprise, she feels a heavy hand on her shoulder as she’s wiping her tears away. She sees the shadow of a rather large someone sitting down next to her.

“Hey,” Conner says. “You okay?”

“Sraet og yawa,” she says in barely a whisper. She takes a breath and nods.

Conner frowns. “You don’t have to do that. Not around me. Or any of us.”

Zatanna lets out a weak laugh. “Yes, I do. Everyone already knows I’m not—my dad thinks I’m not ready for this. Batman, too, apparently.”

“Batman has ridiculously high standards,” Conner smiles. “I’m pretty sure Dick doesn’t meet them, either. And I’m the same way with, you know, the big guy.”

“Oh. Superman?”

He nods. “He always seems disappointed, whenever he looks at me. But none of that matters to anyone here. You know, we’re always impressed by you.”

“Me? I haven’t even done—I still don’t feel like I’m not pulling my weight. You guys always have these new ideas, new ways of looking at things or trying to come up with strategies for our missions. Every second I spend off the field I’m practicing spells in my head.”

Conner shrugs. “Everyone has their strengths. Look at me, I’m just the muscle guy.”

It’s nice, actually, talking to someone levelheaded, who’s not trying to pry into her mind or ask her a million questions about her life. She's always thought of Conner as brooding and intimidating. Now she realizes that he’s probably a lot like her, just wanting to get by without people crossing boundaries.

“Besides, the reason why no one yelled at you was because we had nothing to yell at you for. You were the only one who did what you were supposed to on this mission. Sure, it took you a while to break those chains, but you stayed focused on what you had to do and you kept trying until you did it. Better than the rest of us.”

“That’s—that’s really nice of you to say, Conner,” she smiles, for the first time tonight. “Thanks.”

“If you’re ready, they’re all waiting for you back in there. We all owe you an apology.”

He stands up and pulls her up to her feet.

“Oh, no, you guys don’t owe me anything.”

“Zatanna.”

“Okay, maybe an apology would be nice. And some peace and quiet for the rest of the flight. I really do need to meditate and practice a couple of spells in here,” she points to the side of her temple, as Conner chuckles and nods.

He cracks his knuckles like they’re about to go into a fight.

Judging by the way he’s standing next to her like a guard dog ready to attack in front of the rest of the team, he might actually be.

“Listen up, everyone,” he starts, and okay, Zatanna’s never actually heard Conner address the room like this. She forgets, because of his usually quiet demeanor, that he can break people with two fingers.

“You’re going to apologize to Zatanna. She deserves a little more respect, and team members she can rely on. Not just to watch her back on the field, but to listen to her. And we all know we suck at doing that.”

Zatanna’s probably blushing ten shades of red right now, but someone in the room had to say it. She thinks she’ll be able to stay on the team for a little longer, if this keeps up.

-

Years later, Zatanna gets promoted to join the League.

She celebrates with the team at Barry’s place, where everyone’s toasting to her and Raquel, their newest members.

Zatanna’s been sitting on Dick’s lap for the past twenty minutes as the two of them share a slice of cake. Dick licks off a bit of frosting from her nose and she has to push his face away the second she sees Barry and Iris walking past.

Drinks are flying around, Artemis and Wally are cornering Bart in the kitchen for something he did last night, Kaldur is trying to make sure L’gann doesn’t embarrass the Atlantean crest, while M’gann is quietly sitting in the corner of the room, absentmindedly watching the door.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Zatanna says, patting Dick on the head as she walks over to M’gann.

She’s thinking about the fact that Conner isn’t here. They broke up a couple of weeks ago and it’s been hard on all of them. Conner told them he’d come, but he had to head to Metropolis for an important conversation with Clark.

He’s been getting worked up about it all week.

“If you know so much about how he’s feeling, will you go check on him for me?” M’gann asks. “He gets sensitive when it comes to him and Clark. I know it’s not my place anymore—and he’s always relaxed around you.”

Zatanna nods. “Of course, I’ll see how he’s doing.”

She teleports herself to him and winds up in an office in Metropolis, where Conner punches through the wall inches away from her face.

His eyes go wide when he notices she’s there. “Zatanna? What are you doing here?”

Zatanna looks to the other side of the room and sees Clark, taking off his glasses and looking frustrated.

“I was just checking to see if you were okay,” she says, deciding to keep M’gann’s name out of it. “We’re celebrating at Barry’s now, if you’re still up for joining.”

Conner places a hand on his forehead. “I promised I’d be there. I’m sorry, Zatanna, I just got caught up in—” he looks at Clark, who’s giving him a look that looks almost like a warning.

What the hell is going on?

“Right,” she says, walking over to Clark and planting her feet down. “I don’t know what it is you think he’s done to besmirch your name this time, but I’ve had enough. He deserves better. And every single time Conner does something good, not even for himself—because it’s never about himself—it’s just never enough for you.”

Clark stares at her, wordlessly, as does Conner.

He finally settles on, “Zatanna, I apologize if I’ve done anything to offend you.”

At the lack of a response, offers something perhaps a little more honest in, “I am trying.”

“Then do better,” she replies, without missing a beat. “It's not me you need to apologize to. Conner has always made sure to let me know that I was never alone. You, of all people, should know how important that is.”

She wants to go on, but she knows this isn’t her fight. She turns around and finds Conner standing next to her.

“I think I’ll go with you now.” Conner glowers at Clark, “Don’t follow us.”

“At your command,” she replies, trying to maintain a lighthearted tone. Clark takes a step towards them, which results in Conner flinching slightly.

Zatanna raises her hand up towards him and says: “Yats dednuorg thginot.”

When they return to the party, everyone starts crowding around her to ask her if she really did take away Superman’s powers of flight for the night. She's never been very good at escaping attention, no matter where she went or what she did. Judging by the satisfied grin on Conner's face, she has a green light to take the floor.

Barry raises an eyebrow when she tells them. “I didn’t even think that was possible. Be careful around Batsy with that. He might start coming to you for favours.”

“Upping your game already, Zee?” Raquel asks. Her eyes are sparkling with the possibilities of what they'll achieve when they start playing with the adults. Raquel's already poised to make a bold entrance, and if Zatanna already taking on Superman before day one then they're both as well-positioned as rookies can be.

“Oh, you know. Just a little practice, that’s all,” she says, smiling at Conner. “Magic is a little bit like muscle sometimes—you never know how strong you are until you push a little harder. Or take on someone twice your size.”

He laughs, and she happily takes that as an agreement.

[comphetkoncass]

superboy man of tomorrow 2 liveblog lets GOOOOO

obviously spoilers ahead

the cover is exactly how i feel about this guy. yes. squish him. he is pocket-sized. i will pick him up and squeeze him like a stress toy <3

every panel of kon getting hurt tbh (and for fellow kon whumpers. its a fucking FEAST.) <3 but also - that post going around that says ttk cant deflect energy, this is delightful acknowledgement of that. all my homies love when the ttk shatters like an old coke bottle.

obsessed with all the panels about him talking about trying to do this with ~style~, but also getting his ass beat and feeling like this is actually a workout. yes my child. tell me it's difficult. overcome <3

"this is what i wanted. me, on my own, against the scum of the universe" baby no

"no one is coming to save me. not clark, not tim, not cassie, not bart... not even kelex." BABY NO but also. prettiest boy in the galaxy. look at this shit.

the argument about not letting innocent people get hurt. kon you are . such a good person. i love you. u just never falter

intergalactic cloning lore!!! kon finding people who share shocking similarities with him!! i dont often like random characters but i'll admit i'm a fan of these guys. i'm even bothering to remember their names unlike how i treat most side characters (sorry. im a bad comic fan. however. there are so many fucking side characters. do you really expect me to remember everyones name who stays in a comic for less than 3 issues). anyways go pira! these guys are already bonding, i love them and want the best for them. thats right babes you take down that empire. maybe listen to kon about uhhhhhh not letting everyday civilians die in the property damage though. pls.

also there seem to be similarities with some of starfire's backstory? what is it with these alien races who want to clone, splice dna, and/or genetically alter existing races fr. kon and kory should bond over this i think.

kon has sooo much respect for his friends. i love that he keeps mentioning them :') this boy is a bonafide bff. ALSO. HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOUR OWN RESOURCEFULNESS HONEY... YOU GOT THIS!!!

"they think i'm just a weapon? well, if both sides are looking for a fight, they're in luck -- i'm just itching to show them what the house of el has to offer." YEAH BABY YOU ARE A PROUD PART OF THE HOUSE OF EL. YOU HAVE A FAMILY. <3 <3 <3

his dorky awkward little grin. ohhh my goddddddddddd. hes so fucking proud of himself. hes teaching them :') he thinks hes such a good role model. im going to squeeze him to death.

"i start to think about what conner kent would do AND ITS INFINITELY COOLER" YOU GO BABY. im so fucking obsessed with this. im having so much goddamn fun with this issue actually. they saw kon stans and they gave us exactly what we wanted. i feel so seen

whos ready to punch through a space fleet. me. im ready. im ready to watch you have the time of your goddamn life next issue.

overall i REALLY like this issue! i don't usually love the whole, "solo series in space" thing because it seems like an excuse to separate characters from the main cast and isolate them and make any growth happen outside of their friendships on earth, which often ends up pretty meh. however. this is fun and engaging and kon references his friends enough that i'm cautiously optimistic.

i do hope kon runs into other mainline characters at some point in this series though; anything to ground this more into main canon and make sure character development ties back to the main series.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Hay after that post you posted a few days ago about Chris I came up with something: young justice Chris: I know that in season 4 he came out as val-zod so I thought of this Chris coming out as Chris in season 1 be in the older brother of Jon and (technical) Younger brother of young justice TV series Conner:

1: how is this version of chris?

2: despite being a clone would Chris still treat Conner like family?

3: like Jon, dose Chris visit mount justice and the team?

4: when it comes to Conner and Clark dose Chris not get why Clark treats Conner the way he does or dose he understand? Regardless dose Chris love Conner?

5: does Chris hangout with wolf and sphere due to being Conner's pets?

6: due too being the middle sibling does Chris hangout with his brothers a lot?

1. While still having that linger fear and anxiety over being rejected by the Kents after being taken in fist as foster kid before then full adoption, this version of Chris has a tad bit more a self assured and self confident feeling about his place in life and the good he can do thanks to his foster/adoptive parents’ care for him. As such, he can also being excited and willing to tag along with Jon ton many adventures together

2. Oh yes he very would as a bond between the two of them clicked into place almost instantly upon first meeting and their relationship grew close even faster than Conner’s own deep bond with Jon did

3. He’s a regular, often being in the kitchen helping Megan make dinners, learning how to spar with both Arty and Kaldur, playing small pranks in Wally but besides Conner above all else, loves watching Dick do his acrobatics and often tries to copy them himself

4. He does fully understand best as he can regarding the situation between the two but nonetheless still is willing to listen to both sides and rightfully asks about what’s the actual point of their tense relationship if it only makes things far more difficult for them to se the common ground they share

5. Most definitely yea he will indeed. Especially since Wolf likes giving piggyback rides for Chris and his younger brother

6. That’s more or less a guarantee since besides Clark, they’re his closest bonds in the family

Sorry it took a while but thanks for these @we-cross-universe-king-relate

[the-hinky-panda]

Day 7: Cobweb

This is my first time writing for Benny “Borracho” Magalon so go easy on me. 

10/7: Cobweb

Universe // Characters: Benny “Borracho” Magalon

Rating: This one is a soft R for language and mild spiciness. 

“Weren’t we supposed to get the lab report on the shell casings?” Conners puts his feet up on the corner of his desk. 

Borracho shuffles through the papers and files on his desk. “Supposed to. Don’t see ‘em yet. Lemme check email.” 

“Don’t fuckin’ bother,” Nick yells from his office. “Fuckin’ internet is down again.” 

Henderson gives a lopsided grin. “Sounds like someone had his porn interrupted. Again.” 

“Fuck you!” Nick shouts back. “Borracho, call down to IT. See if you can light a fire under their asses.” 

Borracho grumbles but picks up the phone away. “Why is it always me?” 

“Because that cute little IT girl likes you,” Zapata snorts. 

Henderson leans back in his chair. “And Z here struck out with her so she won’t do shit for him. But our man B here still has a chance.” 

Borracho flips them off just as you answer the phone. 

“IT. Yes, we know the internet is down. Yes, we’re trying to get it up and running again as soon as possible. Yes, we know you have very important jobs to do.” 

He clenches his jaw to keep from smiling at the level of exasperation in your voice. “It’s Magalon from Major Crimes.” 

There’s half a beat of silence on the other end of the phone and then. “Yes, I will meet you in the server room in five minutes.” 

He hangs up the phone and makes note of the time. In three minutes he’ll get up and leave but until then, he fiddles with the computer mouse and acts like he’s trying to solve the problem. 

“Well?” Nick comes out of his office, chomping loudly on something. “What’d IT say?” 

“Something about a car accident knocking out a tower. They told me to try to reconnect on the computer and if that didn’t work, go reset the server.” 

“So, we’re fixing it now ourselves?” Nick scoffs. “What’re we fucking paying them for? Probably just some fucking technical college moron paid to push buttons and record our calls.” 

“Or monitor our browsing history,” Henderson hides a smile behind his protein shake. 

“That’s why you watch it on your phone, asshole.” Nick responds. “What are you, a fucking ameture?”  

Three minutes is up and Borracho stands up from his desk, heading out of the bullpen and towards the server room. Not knowing who he might run into on the forty-three second walk to the glorified closet that houses the servers and modems for the LA Sheriff's department, he keeps his head down and continues to tamper down the smile that threatens to show on his face. 

You’re not some moron from a technical college paid to push buttons. You’re a graduate of MIT and also hold a Masters from Cal Tech. You’re a freaking genius, trying to get into the FBI as an intelligence analyst with a focus on internet and social media postings. He remembers listening to you in the dark bedroom, your eyes bright even in the dim lighting, as you talked about algorithms and online flags that you were in the process of developing in an effort to track social media posts that could be used as warning signs for potential mass shooters. 

He pushes open the door to the server room and you’re already there, swinging wildly at something in the corner and sputtering. He automatically reaches for his pistol thinking there was someone else in there that you are trying to defend yourself against but as his eyes adjust, he sees it’s just you. 

“Boxing with a ghost there, mamí?” 

You’re still spitting and pawing at the air. “Damn cobwebs! Doesn’t anyone clean in here?!” 

“Why would they clean a closet?” 

“Because there’s over half a million dollars worth of equipment here that is being used to keep LA safe.” 

Borracho laughs shortly and steps over to you, tugging his flannel shirt over his hand and swiping over your face. “I don’t think it’s working. How’s that?” 

You wiggle your nose and pass a hand over your cheeks. “Good.” 

The smile he’s been holding back finally emerges. “Good.” 

He leans down and presses his lips to yours and you lean into him. There is no hesitation on your part, there never has been from the first time he kissed you in this enclosed space. Your arms slide around his chest, your fingers press into his shoulder blades, and it feels like you’re trying to superimpose yourself on him. He’s going to feel the press of your body against him for the rest of the day, clinging to him with the stubbornness of cobwebs. 

You slip your tongue into his mouth and he pushes you back against the cement wall with a low growl. He moves his knee between your legs and feels your grind against his thigh. He’s trying to remember if he has a condom in his wallet when you tip your head back and break the kiss. 

“Benny…” 

God, he loves hearing you say his name. He starts pressing open mouth, sloppy kisses along your perfumed neck. 

“Benny.” 

You’re more insistent but he’s still focused on the slender column of your throat.

“Benjamin!” 

He groans in frustration and takes half a step back. “IT should stand for ‘infuriating tease.’” 

You laugh lightly. “I’m sorry, baby. Tonight though?” 

It’s a Friday night and Nick is having one of his parties. But fuck it. You’re the only addictive substance and girl he wants. “Yeah, tonight. Six?”

“Your place or mine?” 

He smiles and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll pick you up. Let’s do a proper date tonight.” 

“Oh my. What’s the occasion?” 

I love you. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you have no business giving me a second look but you did and now I can’t get enough of you. That’s what he wants to say but all he manages is a small shrug and “No reason.” 

You hum in acceptance. “Okay. Six it is. And Benny?” 

“What?” 

You reach off to the side and press a switch, the modem that sends the connection to Major Crimes thrumming to life. “You really need to stop turning off the modem to get me up here.”

[coyote-nebula]

Tim in a Bottle drives me nuts because I reread it multiple times a month and every time I'm always like "why is Time in a Bottle stuck in my head...?" and then look back at my laptop screen like "Oh. Yeah." And then it stays stuck in my head for several days.

Every time someone tells me they have read this repeatedly I'm just amazed. I'm so glad you're entertained, anon, it really does do something sappy to my brain to know that.

Since you mention it, I will tell you this: there's a whole Tim in a Bottle playlist. Yes, it's true, one that follows the story in loosely chronological order, even.

(it does not have any cohesive genre or even time period. I'm sure it reveals something about my listening habits, but I am not sure what that may be)

Freezer Mixtape

Get Older - Tom Williams

The Warpath - Conner Youngblood

10x10 - Pony Bradshaw

The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel or Disturbed, your pick

Dumb Luck - Dntel

Pretender - Carlie Hanson

Graveyard - The Devil Makes Three

A Heart of Gold Is Hard to Find - Benjamin Tod

Into The Ocean - Blue October

Fast Hand - Cody Jinks

Little One - Highly Suspect

Pencils - ANIMA!

Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce or YUNGBLUD, your pick

Summer's End - Nathaniel Rateliff, Courtney Marie Andrews

A Little Bit Of Everything - Dawes

I haven't watched any of the music videos, so if there's anything bizarre, no there isn't.

Hope you find a new brain worm in there!

[percabeths-blue-cookies]

In My Heart Is a Christmas Tree Farm

Here’s the ao3 link

Summary:

Annabeth, Conner, and Travis plan on going home for the holidays, but Annabeth dreads having to face her parents and their opinions on her relationships, work, and just life in general. She intends on getting someone to go with her for the trip to pretend to be her boyfriend so she won’t have to suffer all Christmas vacation listening to her parents complain. That’s when she meets Percy…

-Chapter 4-

Annabeth decided to pack in the morning. So as she’s rushing around the house at 6:00 in the morning she calls Conner and asks what time they are meeting at the hotel.

“Oh and by the way Conner I forgot to tell you, Percy bought a ticket with us and he’s going home with us.”

“Oh yeah Chase? So is her your boyfriend now? Yall have known eachother for litterally three days.” Conner says

“No Conner he’s just pretending to be my boyfriend so my parents will stay off my dick this Christmas.” Annabeth says as she pulls a few of her shirts out of her closet.

“Ok Chase I’ll see you in a bit.” He says and hangs up.

Annabeth: meet us at the airport at 9:00

Coolest guy ever to exist: okie dokie I’ll see u there

Annabeth decides to pack six full outfits. Once she’s all packed she decides to have a little breakfast, which includes leftover Chinese food from three nights ago.

After she eats she throws on some black leggings, a cream colored sweatshirt, a puffer jacket and a scarf. She ends up braiding her hair because she ended up not having enough time to manage her wild curls. As she grabs all of her bags she calls an Uber to take her to the airport. Once she arrives at their gate she texts Conner

Annabeth: lmk when you two are here.

Conner: ok we’re about two min away.

She puts up her phone then sees a mom and two children running up to a man and gives him a hug. She was so focused on the family of four that she dint realize Percy had walked up to her.

“Whatcha lookin at” he whispers

“Oh my gosh Percy don’t do that” she says swatting his arm.

“Sorry” he says with a smirk “so when are Conner and Travis gonna be here”

“They should be here any minute.” Annabeth says looking around

She finnally sees them walking toward Percy and herself

“You guys ready?” Travis says checking his watch.

They go through security and find their gate and some seats.

“Hey I want some coffee Percy you want some?” Annabeth says getting up

“Yes please.” He says with a smile

“Okay I’ll be right back.” She walks toward the nearby small Starbucks that had a line going out toward another gate. She decided to order it on her phone and walks back to where they are sitting.

“Where’s my coffee?” Percy says when she arrives

“Oh there’s a lot of people so I decided to order it on my phone and it’ll tell me when it’s ready.” Annabeth says.

After about ten minutes she gets a notification saying that their coffees are ready. As she gets up Percy gets up too

“It’s fine I’ll get them myself.” Annabeth says as she starts walking.

“No it’s okay. You paid for them so I insist on carrying my own coffee twenty feet away. “ he says laughing.

“Hey thanks again for coming. You didn’t have to but you did, and that means a lot to me. Plus if you didn’t my parents would be up my ass the entire time we would be down there.” She says once they grab their coffees.

“Of course Annabeth, I’ve only known you for like two days, but it seems like a lot more.” He says with a smile

Once they sit back down and sip their coffee they see a time stamp saying that their flight will be bording soon. Once they finally make it on the plane and sit down Annabeth is wide awake. She got the window seat and Conner was in the middle seat with Travis in the aisle seat. Percy got a ticket more towards the back of the plane. It was only a three hour flight so it shouldn’t feel like that long.

Somehow only 15 minutes into the flight, both Travis and Conner were asleep. Conner had his head on Annabeth’s shoulder. She felt bad shoving him off so she just let him sleep there. Annabeth grabs her notebook out of her carry on bag and starts getting some work done.

Finally after what felt like an eternity they land and they get off the plane. It was hard trying to find Percy with all the other people rushing off the plane but somehow she spotted his dark hair. As they walked out of the airport themselves coldness hit her. At least she still had her puffer jacket on and scarf.

They called an Uber and made it to there neighborhood.

“I guess Percy and I have to stay with my parents?” Annabeth says desperately.

“Guess so Annabae, it’s okay though maybe with Percy here they won’t be such assholes.” Conner says as they get out of the Uber.

“Thanks Conner, that makes me feel so much better.” She says sarcastically

Percy grabs her bag and sets it on the concrete for her. Connie and Travis depart from them and head to their parents house while Percy and Annabeth walk towards Annabeth’s childhood home.

“Okay now Percy we have to make it believable. They have to think that we are hopelessly in love.” She says with a laugh

“Okay wise girl, it won’t be too hard.” Percy says as they walk towards her house.

Before Annabeth could think too much about the words he just spoke, he rings the doorbell.

Her step mom opens the door

“Annabeth how nice to see you.” She says with a fake smile

“Hi Susan” Annabeth says

“And who’s this?” Susan says gesturing to Percy

“This is Percy, my boyfriend.” Annabeth says “Percy this is Susan, my stepmom”

“You finally have a boyfriend Annabeth?” Susan says with a laugh

“Apparently so” Percy says

“Well come inside you two.” Annabeth’s step mom says.

As Annabeth and Percy carry their bags upstairs to Annabeth’s childhood room she says “oh shit I forgot. I guess that we have to sleep in the same bed.” With a blush.

“No worries. I figured we would have to.” He says, setting their stuff down on the floor.

“No way Annabeth is this you?” He picks up a picture of Annabeth and Conner from Annabeth’s 8th birthday . Annabeth’s two front teeth were missing and she had birthday cake all down her shirt.

“Oh my god, I forbid you from making fun of any of the pictures you see of me here.” Annabeth says

“Whatever you say wise girl.” Percy says

They settle in for the night and get ready for bed. Annabeth lays down in bed once Percy is in the shower. She pretends to be asleep once he comes into the room so she doesn’t have to face the awkwardness of sleeping next to him.

Eventually she falls asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night she wakes up. She realizes that Percy’s arm is around her waist and Annabeth is pulled up against him. Annabeth feels somewhat comfortable though, so she ends up falling back to sleep.

[statementlou]

I am not sure I understand your tags about Louis galking about F specifically in that latest int.what makes sense to you?that he mentions F?why would that male sense to you even if that is his kid,like donyou know any musician who talks about their kid as much asL does?

I don't follow any other musicians' promos, and I very much doubt any of the other people who are always repeating to each other this as some kind of evidence of something do either, but even if you do and Louis’ is wildly different, so what? What does that have to do with anything? Are you trying to use that to convince me Freddie isn't Louis' kid or something? I feel like this is the equivalent of people telling me that I should believe Louis is gay because he once wore something that had some numbers on it that added up to an anagram that corresponded to the page Oscar Wilde was on in some obscure children’s book, like... why. That stuff is utterly beside the point, is not remotely necessary, and just makes us all sound ridiculous.

And even aside from that, sometimes I think this fandom’s obsession with trying to convince other people of things is its worst quality. Do you actually think it helps Louis to have more people trying to talk everyone on earth into believing he’s gay and is lying, essentially trying to out him every day on the internet to anyone who will listen? Who really cares what I think about Freddie’s parentage, that you have come here to try to show me the error of my ways? Maybe once upon a time, when Louis was locked in a struggle with modest, fans convincing other people of some things was useful to him, but 1) those days are long behind us and he is making his own moves now and I think if we want to support him, we follow his lead: show our support to HIM but SHUT THE FUCK UP to everyone else and let him build the image he wants to, and 2) that NEVER helped in the case of the Freddie mess and is probably the reason things are where they are today, that Louis has clearly made the call that it isn’t possible to end it and he will just be in this kid’s life. It might have been possible to end it at like four different times in the past six years but then it wasn’t, very possibly because people could not just SHUT THE FUCK UP and instead were all up in the media and trying to convince people loudly on twitter that the situation was faked and making it totally impossible! So I won’t be trying to convince anyone why they should believe this that or the other, and this isn’t a discussion that I am interested in continuing- welcome to tumblr, twitter refugees, but consider this your one freebie explainer of why a lot of people won’t talk about this before I go back to doing just that. Meanwhile I will continue to take Louis’ lead and do the things he has responded positively to (rather than those he is actively out there trying to discourage), I will show him my rainbow and smile back at him when he points and beams and I will tell him why he means a lot to me as a queer person if I have the opportunity, but I will also listen when he says, this is what we are doing now. And I will SHUT THE FUCK UP IN PUBLIC about his fucking closet (just like everyone should have done for Kit Conner, if you want an example of why coming after people to do what you want or think is best for them is not cool.)

ANYWAY if you didn’t understand what I was saying, maybe try reading it again without being all activated and defensive like omg does this person think he’s a FATHER I have to CHANGE THEIR MIND, and maybe it won’t be confusing. If you let go of the idea that he is being held captive and forced to mention Freddie, and just watch Louis occasionally mentioning Freddie as a pretty chill way to maintain his closet without having to actually say he’s straight, the way he does it in that interview does make sense to me, yes. He hits a spot where he doesn’t have a good public consumption answer, and then realizes he can get a two-fer out of it by making the answer Freddie! He is saved having to come up with a person out of his actual private personal life- and note that it isn’t just Harry that is erased from his public narrative, it’s EVERYONE except Official Public Friend Oli (and Freddie). Like, we know he texts the twins like practically daily for example, and that he shares music with them early, but he never never mentions them in press. He never mentions ANYONE who isn’t part of the Louis Tomlinson(tm) story and even some of the people who are! So he needed an answer besides Oli and was cornered by not being able to use that one. Then he’s like oh right! I can say Freddie and not only does that solve that problem, it takes care of establishing that I’m straight for another couple weeks, look at me I’m a multitasking king! It’s not that fucking deep, and it’s not that fucking DIRE, it’s just business babes, and more importantly, it’s HIS business to decide how to handle, not mine.

[marauderundercover]

Alone in the Dark

AO3

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Marinette swung her legs back and forth, nibbling on her breakfast as she watched her parents dance around the kitchen. Her maman was smiling widely, and her papa looked just as happy. She didn’t know why. It was way too early in the morning to be so happy. Plus it was a school day.

“What do you think, yellow or green for Jon’s blanket?” Her papa asks, glancing over at her. Ever since he’d learned how to crochet, her papa had been making blankets for the kids. Conner had requested red, while Marinette had requested pink. Since Jon was still just a baby, he couldn’t pick a color yet. Just as she opens her mouth to respond, her parents blink out of existence. Her eyes widen immediately.

“Maman? Papa?” She calls timidly, panic shooting through her. “Maman! Papa!” She yells, jumping off her chair and rushing around the apartment. Frantically, she rushes around the apartment, desperate to try and find them. She was terrified of being alone. She didn’t want to be alone. Her bottom lip trembles as she tries to think of what to do. Who was she supposed to call? Her eyes widen. Uncle Clark! That’s it! Running to the house phone, she picks up the list of phone numbers and finds the one she needs. She dials and waits….and waits….and waits. Uncle Clark had always said that he would come if she needed him. That all she had to do was call him and he’d be there. No matter what.

“Uncle Clark! I need you!” She yells, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping he’ll appear. That maybe he would find a way to just show up in Paris. After a couple minutes, she opens her eyes and her heart sinks. He wasn’t there. She was still alone.

---

When all of the adults disappeared, Conner wasn’t too worried. Clark could take care of himself. So could Batman. Nightwing didn’t even seem worried. But the new Robin…

“Are you even listening to me?” He asks with a scowl. Nightwing pinches his nose.

“Ja-Robin, Batman will be fine. And we’ll be fine. I’m sure we can figure this out easily.” He says. Robin huffs.

“It’s not us I’m worried about, Dickhead. It’s the other kids.” Robin says, and Conner’s heart drops.

“What?” Conner asks. Robin turns to him.

“The other kids. What if the Leaguers weren’t the only grown ups who disappeared?” He asks, and suddenly the younger boy’s panic makes sense. Jon had a babysitter when Clark was on League business. Some teenaged intern from the Daily Planet, so he knew his little brother was okay. There was someone with him. But Marinette-

“I need to make a call.” He says, pulling out his phone. If Tom and Sabine were gone, what number- there. He stops on their house phone number and hits the call button, ignoring the questions from the two Robins in front of him. They didn’t matter right now. Not while his little sister was possibly scared and alone.

“H-hello?” She answers on the third ring, sniffling softly.

“Mari? It’s Conner.” He says softly. Nightwing’s mouth drops into a small ‘oh’. He knew of Marinette. Apparently he’d even babysat her once when she was really young. But the new Robin had only been around for four months. Not exactly enough time to bond about family stuff.

“Kon! I’m so scared.” She says, and his heart breaks. “Maman and Papa disappeared! I was eating breakfast and we were talking and now- they’re- they’re just gone.” Marinette cries.

“Are you alone?” He asks, dreading the answer.

“Yes. Kon, I don’t like being all alone.” She says, her voice barely audible. Conner winces, glancing at Nightwing.

“It’s gonna get fixed kiddo, okay? You just stay in the apartment until me or Clark or your parents come and get you, can you do that for me?” He asks gently. Preferably, he’d be going to his little sister. But the Zeta tubes in Paris were down for maintenance, and he’d only recently been able to fly. And it wasn’t even really flying yet. Just kind of hovering off the ground. His only other option to get to Paris was the bioship, but it was almost guaranteed that the team would need it to figure out the whole ‘missing adults’ situation.

“Please don’t hang up on me.” Marinette pleads, her voice frantic.

"Don't worry, kiddo, I'm not going anywhere." He says softly. "I'm gonna put the phone down for just a second, okay?"

"Okay." She says, her voice barely audible. Conner mutes himself and looks at Nightwing.

"Is there any way I can have her on comms? She's scared, and I can't just leave her alone." He asks his friend. Nightwing frowns.

“I understand where you’re coming from, Conner, but it would be a distraction. I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He says. Conner grits his teeth.

“She’s only seven and she’s all alone.” Conner says, one last attempt to help his little sister.

“Why don’t you just Zeta to her?” Robin asks, and Nightwing winces.

“She lives in Paris.” Conner says flatly. Robin’s face falls into an ‘o’.

“C’mon, Wing, she’s just a kid. We can’t leave her scared and alone.” Robin says.

“I don’t like it any more than you do, Robin, but right now our priority is getting the adults back. I’m sorry Conner.” Nightwing says, before messing around with the computer. Conner goes to unmute his phone, but freezes when he sees the black screen.

“What did you do?” He asks Nightwing, glaring at his oldest friend.

“Now you don’t have to come up with an excuse, and you can blame it on poor connection when you call back later.” He says, and even though his words aren’t the kindest, Conner can hear the apology in his voice. Because he’d just made Conner leave his little sister scared and alone.

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[yjwhatif]

YJ EPISODE 26 SPOILER NOTES… part ONE

IT’S THE LAST EPISODE!! 😩

→ Remember who you are Conner... You're Not a killer!

→ New krypton... very inventive

→ "Superboy execute Kal-El Now!" Noooo!

→ I see, so he's not dead

→ Awww, the pain in Dicks voice at thinking everyone was dead 🙁 - yeah… its not fun thinking everyone's dead, is it Dick!?

→ HEY, I was right about Saturn Girl getting her message a cross and faking everyone's deaths... there's not many of my thoughts that have come to pass this season - so I’m taking that as an absolute win!

→ M'gann and Dick's bond is like Violet and vic's to me in the way that I always forget its as strong as it is, until they share the screen together and then I'm like - oh yeah, they do have a sweet friendship.

→ STORYTIME!

→ I love when the invincible characters rush forward to protect the others without a seconds thought… just gonna add this to the list of reasons I love Orion!

→ "Faking your deaths - our best trick... one we've gotten way too good at” You can say that again!

→ Lesson #1 of becoming a hero... learn to play possum

→ Danny mention!

→ "And Rocket?” “She didn't make it "… Like heck she didn't!

→ “…But We'll have to mourn Raquel later." I feel like Dick’s or someone else has previously said this phase before about something else?

→ Oh hey, I never realised she includes Danny in the list of people they need to help

→ "I can set the prince up with medical supplies to tend to the wounded... but Foragers down for the count. " Two things - ① Bart looks so sad as he says this! And ② Why does he specifically say the prince... I don't know why my brains so focused on questioning this - there's absolutely no need for it to be - but here we are... Does J’emm know anything about Medical practice? Or is it because he's not a superhero so he doesn't get to fight the evil kryptonians... M’gann’s like, You are definitely not coming because I am not dealing with the liability of you getting killed on earth... we’ve already had two close calls - I'm not risking a third! Can you imagine the shit storm that would be caused by J’emm - the Martian Prince - getting killed on EARTH under the watchful eye of Miss Martian and the other Earthian heroes! That would be a very awkward conversation… though on a brighter note we found Conner alive... please don’t attack us!… I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ANYMORE?!

And back to my actual notes...

→ Bioship spitting out the treadmill like - Get that shit out of my mouth right now... and you young Man (Bart) are BANNED from travelling on me again... or at least until you make it up to me for all the trouble I’ve had to put up with!

→ BABY TO THE RESCUE!

→ I love the perky music they use for Baby!

↳ Aww Conner & superman flashbacks! These are so cute! UNCLE CONNER IS SO ADORABLE - We need to see more of him and Jonny actually interacting - as that is something we have still yet to see beyond pictures!

→ "I can't kill him again... he's family" yes! that is the CORRECT answer Conner!

→ Shut up Lor!

→ Shut up Ursa!

→"YOINK!"

→ GO KID GO! Of course he’s the first to arrive!

→ Lor you leave him alone, you little Shit!

→"JECTED!"

→ GO TEAM GO!

→ Hit him with that bus!

→... Do you think Kaldur knows how to drive? (These are the important questions!)

→ We’re on a deadline M’gann! Stop being Sentimental!

→ "You're a ball of Sunshine hiding a terrifying Demigoddess!" Hey - that's the thing that Emily says on the WHELMED Podcast! That is so Cool! And it just emphasises how Grandon do genuinely listen and value the fans/fandom!

→ Gotta love an exploding arrow... Y'know, unless its Bart who's holding it

→"DOUBLE YOINK!"

→ I love the comparison of Bart saving Artemis vs Wally saving her - Wally and Artemis were in sync - Bart and Artemis definitely aren’t - but the same intent is there… I really wanna see more Bart and Artemis dynamic!

→ Burn M’comm burn!

→ "TRIPLE YOINK!"

→ Bart will you stop touching random shit! Also that was a very prolonged electrocution... I wonder if it might cause some lasting effect that will come back to haunt him later?

→"KID!'" - Artemis cares! I really want to see their bond explored!!

→ No Conner - we don't kill our friends!

→ Let me translate Mother Box here... "Eww! I'm in the sewers!!"

→ YAY! DANNY RETURNS!! I hoped he would!

→ Piss off M'comm!

→ Dick + Artemis team up - Gotta love Team No Powers

→ Go wake him up M’gann!

→ (Mufasa Voice) Remember… Who you are!

→ I feel like we get a Supermartian montage every Season…

→ “Hi” “Hi” — aww, they're doing the Heartstopper thing - CUTE 🥰

→ Supermartian are finally reunited!

→ I love how they're breaking up the the high energy action with these softer/quieter moments

→ "Kaldur you keep Zod occupied!" Yes, that's what I doing, DICK!

→ It's not Young Justice without someone getting knock out by their own teammate (it's my favourite recurring image of the show!)

→ ZODs VS ELs — Give 'em hell boys!

→ No M’gann!

→ Yay M’gann!

→ One more fake out death for the road

→ "You wanna be a god... you'll have to go through me!" Proceeds to brain fry Ursa... Give her hell M’gann! Embrace your power!

→ M'comm leave the boy ALONE! He's been through enough!

→ Go Legion Go!

→ Though there is something incredibly impressive about the fact that M’comm was able to spit himself between torturing/Controlling Danny in the Psychic realm and full on fighting Chameleon Boy in the physical realm without breaking a sweat! He really is incredibly powerful!

→ Loving the team work of all the legioneers

→ Give him hell Danny!

→ I love this kid with his little Southern accent! 🥰

→ You tell him Conner! You fight for your home and loved ones!

→ "They're good but not in sync…" “Let's go for the combo" → This gives me s1 Robin & Superboy Vs Batman & Superman energy!

→"STOP TRYING TO KILL MY MAN!" you show him M’gann! Absolutely love this moment!

→ WEST MANOEUVRE! works every time!

→ YAY ROCKET!

→ "I WILL NOT BE CHEATED OF MY REWARD!" I always find it fascinating when we hear these cold and calculated villains convey genuine emotion.

→ I really like the pacing of M’comm’s defeat... everythings kinda wrapping up pretty quickly as everyone gets dropped into the boom tube, then it builds with M’comm’s outburst as if he's gonna make some last ditch attempt at victory. Though this gets cut short by Danny - which I love - stick it to the hypocrite - it continues with the quickness, until M’gann slows things down - and I really love this bit… where M’comm has to live in this moment of defeat with no way of returning from it - all he has is the sight of his sister finally and justifiably cutting ties with him. He may get what he wants in the end but he has lost everything in order to get it.

→ "You were glad Conner was dead"- The intensity of M’gann in this moment is really cool!

→ "NEVER MESS WITH THE EL'S!" followed by a triple wipe out straight back into the Phantom Zone... Bye General! 👋

→ Well, I guess someone had to get away... and of course it had to be the worst of the lot!

→ Oh, Now the Calvary shows up - literally a second after Lor escapes in the timesphere... you guys couldn’t set off literally 10 seconds earlier!

→ Another recurring shot of the show - the arrival of all the other team heroes taking in the aftermath of a mission... its an interesting selection - both Flashes, KF, Wondergirl, Red Tornado, Blue Beethe, Shazam and Black Canary (aka Team Primary Colours)

→ I just noticed 2 things - ① there's a mistake with Bart’s animation - in the long shot he has his bandages, but in the close up he doesn't. ② I don't know if this is actually the case - but it look like Jay is looking at Bart instead of what everyone else is looking at... To me that's the look of someone thinking - You have a lot of explaining to do young man! all while Bart remains blissfully unaware of the trouble he is absolutely going to be in once he gets home.

→ "Superboy are you alright?” "Fine, feeling the aster" - I'm sure Canary's thinking - Yeah, I'm sure you are. I'll book you in for therapy on Monday

→ "So is it over?" "A little bit" - I think that is the perfect sum up of this show - nothing is ever over - and I love that!

→ The legion = the voices of dooms — just take the win for what its worth guys!

↳ 🎶Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise!🎶 (insert that meme of ‘if I had a nickel for every les mis reference in this season I would have two nickels... Which isn't that much but its still weird it’s happened twice’) Also I don't know if this is supposed to be a reference to that line of les mis but that's what I think when I see this shot and I really like it!

End of Part ONE…

LB

[lovemesomesurveys]

1.) What did you do last Friday night? Do you have any plans for the upcoming Friday night? This past Friday night my mom and I watched an episode of one our new favorite shows, Fatal Attraction. 

2.) When does spring break start for you? I’m not in school or anything that has spring break.

3.) Do you have anything planned for June so far? I don’t have any plans this month, no. I wish things would change and I could finally go somewhere, but I don’t see that happening. 

4.) What is the weather like right now? 91 F aka too hot for me. 

5.) What song are you listening to? I’m not listening to music, I’m watching an ASMR video.

6.) Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. My mom, my dad, and a few online friends.

7.) Do you know anyone who self-harms? Yes.

8.) If you have a science class, who did you last talk to in that class? --

9.) What did you eat for lunch today? I’m going to have leftover pizza but right now I’m just eating Doritos and guac. 

10.) If you were president, which one would you legalise first: abortion, gay marriage or marijuana?

11.) What are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? I don’t want to give out their names, but my mom is a manager at Walgreens an my dad works at a car repair shop. 

12.) Do you have any siblings? What are their names, age and grade they are in? I have two brothers and I’m the middle kid. 

13.) Do you know a schizophrenic person? I once thought someone I knew possibly was schizophrenic. Obviously I’m no doctor and they never saw one, so I have no idea for sure, it’s just a strong feeling I had.

14.) Do you have a threewords.me account? I don’t even know what that is.

15.) Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? My mom and the transport dude. 

16.) Aren’t you excited for the 4th season of Jersey Shore?! Damn this is old and uh no, definitely not. That was one of those shows I just couldn’t get into it.

17.) Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favourite? Nah, wasn’t my thing.

18.) Have you seen the game show “Baggage”? I don’t think so.

19.) Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Joseph, Gage, Derek. I don’t feel like listing nice things about them right now.

20.) Have you ever had cranberry vodka? Yeah, and a Red Bull and Vodka. Those were even better. 

21.) When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? That’s a constant struggle for me. 

22.) Don’t you just want to move out of your parents’ home already? I want my family and I all to move together into a bigger house for us.

23.) Are you friends with a Conner? Nope.

24.) Would you ever dye your hair pink? I like the red too much.

25.) Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? I have no idea.