#seeing her be mad when he went to see her and clarke in their room??

[itsonlybaby]

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Bellamy Blake - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ you're a coder, but what's a coder without something to code? bellamy had instructed you to keep watch of the guns and ammo instead of going out with the guard on a hunt. you feel useless to the people of arkadia, maybe bellamy could help with that. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: cursing, small kiss scene, sfw

"I shouldn't be watching the guns, Bellamy!"

I shout from inside the main room where we kept the rovers. Bellamy had ordered me to stay in Arkadia while the rest of them went on a hunt, rations had grown scarce since Kane ordered the guard to go out less with the threat of grounders. This was a rare time when people got to go beyond the gate.

"We don't need a lot of people for this, okay? So just stay here." Bellamy argued back, it made sense, only a few people were going with him. Clarke, Murphy, Miller, Harper, and another from the guard. I never got around to knowing everyone's names.

I just knew I felt trapped being behind these walls, I was starting to feel useless to the people around me as well, it's not like I could code anything to help us with the grounder attacks, all I could do was sit with Monty and try to contact other stations with radios. Which always ended up in radio silence.

I could feel my blood boiling, "Well why Harper? It's not like I can't handle a gun, swap her out with me." I hadn't known Harper was leaning on a rover near Bellamy and me.

"Gee, thanks." I heard Harper chirp up in a sarcasm-filled tone. I'd have to apologize later, she knows I didn't mean it.

Bellamy sighed and placed his hands on his hips, looking at me sternly. It was only then I got a good look at him. His curls were more defined today, for once not littered with blood and dirt, you could see his freckles more clearly as well. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamt of him once or twice.

"We need Harper, she's been training with Miller and has become a good shot," Bellamy turned towards the first rover, setting his gun down in the back as Miller climbed in, Harper following after. "This isn't up for discussion." He finishes off with his back turned to me.

Clarke had come up from behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, attempting to comfort me. "It'll be fi-"

I had cut her sentence short by jerking my shoulder away, I wasn't just mad at her, I was mad at the world. I hadn't said anything further and took one last look at Bellamy before storming off to the armory.

It had been a few days since that last encounter. The group had come back with plenty of food, a successful mission with only a few scrapes and cuts. They didn't even encounter any grounders.

Since they had come back I made no move to talk to any of them- or anyone for that matter. Only speaking to Monty when I had to, which was only once.

Bellamy had tried to speak to me, he tried to sit with me during dinner, tried to speak to me at the bar, and even tried talking to me on the radio stations. Which made a part of my heart flutter at his attempts. It almost made me forget why I was even mad at him to begin with.

I was at the computer, sitting and waiting for anything to pop up about the radios when Monty said he had plans with Jasper to help cheer him up, I made no move to stop him. What's more time alone with my thoughts? They were all of Bellamy. Replaying the few moments he'd try and talk to me in my head.

Me and Bellamy weren't as close as the rest of the group was. It isn't that he didn't try and talk to me, it's just ever since we landed I've viewed him as a player who only had one goal in life; to get into girls' pants.

It's safe to say he's been growing on me- well he was. I had been starting to miss his shitty jokes, how the light from the fire would illuminate his face in the best way, how his smile looked, how it was like he got stars in his eyes every time he laughed. I always tried to impress him, so why wouldn't he let me go?

My thoughts were cut short when I heard a pair of footsteps, which I just assumed were Montys.

"Hey, Monty." I greeted in a monotone voice, not caring to check.

"It's not Monty." I heard the other voice say, a voice I knew too well. What did he want now? I spun around in my chair, seeing how Bellamy toward over me. I simply tolled my eyes at him.

"What do you need," I said flatly

"Why're you ignoring me? Avoiding me?" He asks, care lacing his voice.

I took a moment to think about my reply, why exactly was I? He made me feel useless, I can't do anything to help Arkadia besides sit her in this fucking chair.

"Why didn't you let me go?" I countered his question with a question.

I was met with a scoff, "You're still on this? I told you it wasn't up for discussion."

"Yes, I'm still on this! I do nothing for Arkadia besides sit here and listen to a radio nobody talks into!" I shout, standing up abruptly, and walking closer to him.

Bellamy crossed his arms, unmoving. "What if something had happened to you?" He spoke, trying to remain calm.

"Then so be it! I feel useless Bellamy." My voice wavered, tears threatening to spill.

"You're everything but. At least here, you'd be safe." We were now inches apart.

"Why do you even care." Tears began crawling down my cheek, I couldn't believe I let myself get so vulnerable with him.

"Because I just do," He paused, debating if he should say what he was thinking. "And I'd never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you."

His arms were now uncrossed and resting on my forearms, a touch that practically melted me. His words brought a deeper blush on my cheeks, my tears slowing their roll. I felt myself moving closer every second until finally, his lips were on mine.

It wasn't a kiss of lust or craving, it was a kiss of passion, a kiss that made me feel warm all over, it was a feeling I wanted to last forever. Bellamy was kissing me like I could break at any minute. His hands went up to cup my cheeks and wipe away my tears.

He had pulled away with a smile, leaving my lips feeling lost.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we landed," Bellamy admitted, a faint pink tint lining his face. Bellamy, blushing, something I never thought I'd see. A goofy smile made its way onto my face at the sight.

"Being useless doesn't seem so bad now."

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[lazycats-stuff]

I think I'd like to see jon kent being a great older brother to superbaby like he hears any sounds from the nursery indicating his brother might be awake he is SPRINTING to that nursery, first thing he does when he's back from school is greet his brother and tell him about his day, he wants to be the one that feeds/bathe him/and take him to the park, i imagin jon will be one of those siblings who have a breakdown when their baby sibling stands up on their on for the first time because they realize that baby is growing up!

Oh my God, he totally is that type! He would be happier than Clark and Lois combined. I'm kind of laughing at the situations.

When Lois got pregnant again, it was by pure accident. Clark and Lois didn't think about the second kid, but they didn't mind having a second kid around the house. The only worry they had was concerning their first son, Jonathan.

When they told Jonathan he cried. They were thinking that they were upset, but then he nearly flew through the roof from happiness. He hugged both of his parents tightly, although he was more careful with his mom.

During all those 9 months, Jon was the big help around the house. You are thirsty mom? You are getting a pitcher of water. Oh there is some dust that needs to be wiped? Done. You need ice cream from downstairs? You got it.

And once (Y/N) was born, Jon was too impatient to hold his baby brother. Clark had to remind him to be calm and gentle. Once they entered the room where Lois was resting, Jon nearly ran to her. Clark chided him a little bit, but it was cute.

Lois showed him his baby brother and Jon took his little brother in his arms. Clark showed him how to hold the baby, making sure that his head is supported. Jon watched in wonder and amazement, as (Y/N) moved his little arms slowly. His eyes opened for a moment before closing again.

Jon was officially in love. Clark and Lois could see it from a mile away. They smiled at their two sons and all of their worries were now gone.

Jon also turned out to be a third parent to (Y/N). He carried him a lot, played with him a lot in the living room and insisted to feed him and bathe him. Clark didn't know that Jon would be so attached to his son.

But it was nice to see it.

Right now, Jon was feeding his younger brother, pretending that the food was the airplane and (Y/N) was laughing like a mad man. He was squealing and kicking his legs. Clark was washing some dishes in the background.

You never know how many cute sounds a baby can make until it's fed. If you forget the crying. But none the less, they are adorable. Until they reach their teen years. Then it was going to be a very bumpy ride.

But for now, Clark is going to enjoy this era for as long as he can.

" Say awww (Y/N). " Jon cooed at his little brother, putting a spoon closer to his mouth. (Y/N) opened his mouth, taking the food into his mouth.

Clark turned around, watching as Jon wiped (Y/N)'s face from the excess food. Jon was praising the baby for eating all of it and tried to pick him up. Clark still helped him because Jon was still learning how to hold him.

10 months went by and Jon was officially a third parent. (Y/N) has started crawling a month ago and everyone was officially waiting for (Y/N) to start walking. Jon more so than his parents.

Jon was holding (Y/N) in his lap, talking to him about the his school day. Clark was sitting on the sofa next to the couch, reading the newspaper. (Y/N) started squirming in Jon's lap and he wanted to get off.

Jon put him down and he started to crawl. Then, all of a sudden he stopped and he tried to get up.

Jon watched in fascination. Clark put the newspapers away.

(Y/N) stood up on his little legs and slowly started walking towards Clark. He immediately got down on his knees and opened his arms.

" Come on, you got this! Come on bud. " Clark praised, cooing and smiling widely as (Y/N) was slowly walking towards him. Once (Y/N) got close, Clark picked him up, giving him kisses.

Jon cried as Clark scooped (Y/N) up. His baby brother is growing up so quickly...

" Come here Jon. Why are you crying? " Clark asked as he hugged Jon too.

" He is growing up too fast. " Jon sobbed out, hugging his father back.

Clark could barely contain his smile and laughter. He comforted Jon, telling him that it was a natural thing.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Simon hadn't planned on committing expulsion-worthy crime at 10am on a Thursday. In fact, he hadn't planned on committing expulsion-worthy crime ever. In his defense, though, his best friend's ghost had been emphatic about getting into Mr. Anderson's phone, and it'd been the only course of action he could think of to prove she could rely on him. Simon had regretted it as soon as it'd happened. Fuck my life, I guess.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: panic attacks. eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.17

Simon found you at your locker at the tail-end of lunch, trading sketchbooks for your copy of Frankenstein and your English binder. Mathilda stood beside you, merrily outlining her upcoming interview with an administrator from some posh, East Coast art academy.

You smiled and nodded in the appropriate places; giggled when Mathilda commented on something Hana had said at lunch. However, Simon noted, you weren't offering a lot in the way of conversation.

Mathilda clocked Simon first, lengthened her short frame as much as she could—spine straight, shoulders back, chin up—and leveled him with a look that could boil water. It took him a second to remember they shared History. That she'd been in Ms. Fields' class when Simon had accused Xavier of hurting Maddie and had forced the contents of Xavier's backpack to spill in front of an audience.

He wanted to pretend her hostility toward him didn't sting—because it didn't, right? They weren't friends. Mathilda hadn't shown anything but superficial interest in him since Xavier and Maddie became XavierandMaddie. To her, Simon was Maddie's plus-one. The guy Maddie took everywhere she went. Linus' security blanket in human form.

Of course, that reality only existed if Simon completely disregarded that it'd been Mathilda who'd always asked after Simon; had extended every invitation to join them for group events. She'd driven Simon home on multiple occasions, even when it'd made more sense that Hana and Lucas would have since they shared a neighborhood.

Shit, maybe he and Mathilda were friends? He'd never considered it before. How you and Mathilda and—aw crap that's right: Eli—had made significant efforts to get to know Simon. Had welcomed him into the fold of pre-established friendship and encouraged him to carve out his own place within it.

And to show his appreciation, Simon had lunged after Xavier like a vendetta with claws.

Simon waved at Mathilda weakly, eyes darting away from hers when she doubled down and fiercened her glower. Despite his height advantage, Simon considered running to the Philippines to stay with his aunt. He'd request a room with reinforced steel walls and a couple of security guards outside the door, just in case.

Did Mathilda have her passport? He should ask.

"I'm gonna head to Media," Mathilda announced before you were even aware of Simon's presence. "I'll see you in Bio." She flipped her long, purple-black hair, deliberately whipping Simon in the face with the ends as she swanned by.

"Later gator," You replied, offhand, shutting your locker and, "Oh, hey," catching Simon as he slunk into the space Mathilda had vacanted.

Simon watched Mathilda warily until she disappeared into the stream of students. Partly because he felt a weird kind of fucked up for not having sooner recognized the olive branch of friendship Mathilda had been brandishing, but mostly because he was batshit terrified she'd reappear just to punch him in the nuts.

Needing a second opinion, he blurted, "Are Mathilda and I friends?"

You startled, spluttering around an answer before reminding him, "Didn't you go with her and Eli to Comiccon when everyone else bailed?"

Holy shit. With everything going on, Simon had genuinely forgotten about that adventure. Xavier was 'too cool'. Maddie and Nicole hadn't been interested, you'd been visiting your dad in England and, well, he didn't know why Hana and Lucas had backed out, but Simon had been given Lucas' ticket. Told to treat it like a months-late birthday present.

Mathilda knew when his birthday was.

Simon groaned and hit the back of his head on the locker he leaned against. "I fucked up."

"You really didn't think she thought of you as her friend?"

"No comment." Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. Watched stars explode behind his eyes when he rubbed his lids with the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

After a short lull, you asked, "You know we're friends, right?"

"Yes?" Simon replied, the upward lilt of punctuation prompting a sour expression to your face.

"You're an idiot."

Simon readjusted so he was tilted on his shoulder, putting every ounce of apology he had in him behind his next words, "I'm sorry. I just...I figured you guys let me hang out because Maddie and I are a package deal."

Were, a voice not unlike Maddie's unhelpfully corrected, we were a package deal.

"I repeat: You're an idiot." But you said it with humor, giving Simon a crooked smile and a harmless whack to the arm. "Look, none of us pretend we're as close to you as you are to Maddie, but, Si, that doesn't mean we wouldn't help you hide a—" Body.

Simon saw the instant your brain caught up to your mouth and suddenly you curled into yourself; crossed your arms and ducked your chin into your chest.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Hey, it's okay." For the first time in a long time (perhaps the first time ever), Simon reached out to you, put a hand on your shoulder, and squeezed. "I get it." Quiet, touched, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. And don't worry," You assured him, "Tilly won't hold it against you forever. Once we expose Mr. A and clear Xavier's name, she'll forget what you did to him."

"If you say so," Simon muttered. Belatedly, he registered, "Mr. A?" He hadn't heard anyone refer to Mr. Anderson as Mr. A and, as far as he knew, the only teachers to earn a friendly nickname from their senior classmates were Mrs. Bloom, the Drama teacher, and Mr. Fitzgerald, the band director. Bloomageddon and Fitz-G respectively.

You carried on as if Simon hadn't said anything, "Speaking of clearing Zav's name, I have an idea. But we'll have to do it after school when he's busy with Booster Club."

Simon remembered then why he'd sought you out, shifting to curl a hand around the phone in his sweater pocket.

"His fingerprints have to be all over that money," You explained in a stage whisper, "If we can get it to the police, they'll have to arrest him." You nudged closer when Simon didn't say anything, somehow reading him like a picture book, "Or...you have a different plan?"

Taking a fortifying breath, Simon volunteered, "I'm gonna show you something, and you can't freak out."

Dubious, "Oh-kay~."

He leaned closer, gently turned you so there was a little cave of privacy between both your bodies and the lockers. You glanced around, checking for possible eavesdroppers, before giving Simon your full attention and, damn, being on the receiving end made Simon's pulse quicken a little.

He shoved the thought aside before it could gain any ground, unwilling to make room within himself for anything that didn't directly impact locating Maddie's body.

"You can trust me, Simon."

"I know," He said, though he still needed a moment to build the confidence to show you what he'd done.

Although you'd already proven you were in this with him, willing to drown in the same dark pool of questions to resolve Maddie's murder. Although you'd obviously spent time and energy constructing a plan that, upon hearing it, Simon had to concede was a lot smarter than what he'd done. Although you'd admitted you and he were friends and you'd help him cover up a crime at the drop of a hat...

Simon was scared. Scared that he'd done the wrong thing; that he'd get expelled; that he'd hallucinated his best friend and had stolen someone's property because, oh fuck, he had a brain tumor or dormant schizophrenia or—

"Breathe." You ordered, hand flattened over Simon's heart, taking long, deep breaths of your own for Simon to mimic.

And, oh God, you'd lifted his hand from his pocket as he'd been spiraling, pressed it to your chest so he could feel the steadiness of your heartbeat under his palm. Placed safely above inappropriate, warm skin and hard bone, rising and falling slowly as you talked in a calming rhythm.

He sucked in a shuddery breath, then another, and another, lungs finally expanding to accommodate the air he so desperately needed. It took another minute for the spots in his vision to recede, another minute after that for embarrassment to flush under his skin like a sunburn.

"Sorry." He gasped, taking his hand back and returning it to his pocket. "I..."

"Stop thinking, Simon." You said in an aloe-vera tone, the sound of it cooling the hot prickle of humiliation before it calcified. "Are you okay?"

You'd asked him that almost every day since the APEX. Hell, just last night you'd made sure he was okay to drive home after your sister had called you in for dinner.

"Yeah." He said, not sure how much he meant it, but decidedly averse to unpacking his trauma in a semi-crowded hallway. "Thanks for..." What? "For that." He ended lamely and cast his gaze to his feet.

With a distinct note of sadness, you admitted, "Xavier spent a year helping me...breathe."

And Simon was grateful that you phrased it that way, suddenly drained and unable to receive another frank overture of support.

"So, what am I not freaking out about?"

Simon could kiss you, seriously. "Right, yeah." He made sure no one was watching when he pulled out Mr. Anderson's phone and held it between you and him.

You raised an eyebrow, "You want me not to freak out about your phone?"

"Not mine," Simon murmured, "Mr. Anderson's. I grabbed it off his desk this morning."

Without missing a beat, "Is it locked?"

Simon almost did kiss you then, a fizzy cocktail of so damn grateful and so damn pleased that you didn't immediately chew his head off and spit it out in front of Principal Hartman.

"Yeah. And I don't have the code. But if we can find out who he was talking to last night—"

"—We might find out what happened to Maddie." You finished, nodding like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Alright. I bet there's a YouTube tutorial for hacking into phones." Simon hadn't thought of that.

"I'll look into it. I've got a free period 'til sixth, I'll see what I can find."

"Good." You stared at the phone, eyes narrowing, "You turned it off, right?"

"No..?" Simon said as he stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

Alarmed, "Simon, if he has that Find My Phone app, he's going to catch you! You could get expelled! You need to turn it off now!"

That was another excellent point Simon hadn't thought of.

"Alright, I read you loud and clear, Major Tom, I'm turning it off." He appeased and pulled the phone out again.

"I swear to God, Simon, if you get expelled and leave me alone in this giant pile of shit, I'm gonna end up going after him with a—" You stopped before you revealed what manner of weapon you'd use, diverting yourself to, "With the threat of bodily harm."

Simon looked you up and down, uncertain how effective that would be.

"Fine." You yielded, "I'd sic Tilly on him."

Simon snorted, the image as horrifying as it was awesome. He briefly wondered if you and he shouldn't recruit Mathilda to the investigation. She was tenacious and clever and probably knew a thing or two since her mother was a big-shot lawyer who commuted to the city every morning to prosecute criminals.

"Why wasn't that our first plan?" He joked and then returned his attention to the phone.

Just as he was about to press the button to turn the damn thing off, a throat cleared behind him, followed by an unsettlingly pacified voice.

"Simon Elroy?"

Ms. Chung. The grief counselor.

Fuck his whole life, front to back.

He quickly hid the phone in his pocket and spun around, forgot that you and he had been stood particularly close until he heard you grunt, his backpack knocking you in the chest.

"Um, yes?" He answered politely while inside he cursed that he couldn't plead for you not to leave him alone with her.

"Can I have a word, please?" Ms. Chung asked, the inferred privately directed over his shoulder at you. Her open expression didn't falter, even as Simon began to stumble over a half-baked excuse. "This will only take a moment," She assured and took a meaningful step closer.

You came around and bumped Simon's shoulder with yours. Friendly, casual, except that your gaze was fixed on Ms. Chung. Something unpleasant churned beneath the public face of respect you gave her, and if Simon didn't know better, he'd think she'd committed some sort of offense against you.

Ms. Chung, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed, returning your odd standoffishness with a serene, Woodstock smile.

Had you already been to see her?

At last, "I'll see you in Psych," you said and excused yourself, leaving Simon woefully alone for Ms. Chung to poke, prod, pry his feelings out of him one by one.

It was fine. He was fine. He'd let her say her piece, tell her what she wanted to hear to get her off his back and be on his way.

Ms. Chung's eyes glittered and her smile grew teeth.

Simon audibly gulped.

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PART SIXTEEN - PART EIGHTEEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[thurio-edau]

SBG GANG MENTAL ANALYSIS

sorry for the delay!

alright, gotta say... this one's a bit shorter. but the next will come like a train wreck i promise😇

Part 3: Ben Clark

oh the sweet old Ben... a kind and loving soul muted away. I'm thinking of inspecting his trauma and his general actions, and give him a diagnosis which I'm sure is canon even. I'm sure everyone who knows the disorder itself is aware that Ben is, in fact, suffering from PTSD.

let's start. first, what is PTSD?

PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, is a mental condition where someone feels what they have previously went through in a past traumatic experience. PTSD is frequently found with flashbacks to the moment, overwhelming feelings and sudden responses. there are two types of this disorder, PTSD and C-PTSD. but we'll look in the first one for now.

Ben has always been a really kind character. ever since the beginning. more of a 'gentle giant' type of character, though we never see him talk. he's soft, he loves to help his friends and never does anything vulgar around them, including the phantom dimension. he feels nice when he gets praised even if he doesn't show it too.

the first time we see him getting flashbacks and his anger issues being visible is when we first see Barron's behaviour towards Logan. anything that includes actual bullying gives him flashbacks and his response is his anger issues unleashing.

in his backstory, Ben is shown that he's more of a shy type of person, but he loves singing. because his tall and intimidating appereance doesn't match his softness, a group of dumbasses try to 'fix' him which he rejects. back when Shane strangled him, is what he gets flashbacks to. it was something that changed his entire life, he had a passion for singing but he never did with his damaged voice. god knows how many times he was hospitalized when he was going around to fights because of his outburst of rage.

yep, rage. I'd classify his anger issues as the 'rage' type with PTSD. PTSD rage makes more sense to me than just normal anger problems. I've seen and lived with many people with anger issues, but none of them are similar to rage. anger problems in general are usually verbal, if you don't make them mad to a point they're all bark and no bite. but of course after a point the violence behind the generic anger issues can unleash (see Tyler)

okay, back to Ben and rage. rage is an extreme condition of anger, the person gets violent and their thoughts are clouded with the rage which makes them not think before doing anything drastic. but he's not very closed off about it either, actually. the time where he accepted Aiden to do the storytelling was before the first half of season one, the gang wasn't even that close.

this means that he saw them as actual friends so early on. probably before everyone. Ashlyn took her sweet time accepting the friendship, I'm kind of sure that Aiden didn't at first (see Tyler, yet again), Tyler also definitely didn't (as said by Taylor in season two premiere) and I think Logan has attachment/trust issues but that's for later. the only other possible person that might accept the group fastly is Taylor but with Tyler's influence so close to her, there is also a chance she didn't at first.

Ben was fine with his friends knowing his past. he put his earphones on because he didn't want to hear about it, or else he knew he'd get flashbacks yet again. I'm thinking that it could be diagnosed too. Aiden knows that it's not just a memory, it's flashbacks to Ben and he covers for him whenever he sees something that might trigger Ben. after learning the situation, Taylor also does the same. they learn the severity of his problems and are all fine with helping him.

another thing I'm sure of is that he's extremely attached to his friends. we know that everyone is close-knit, but Ben specifically. he might not speak but that doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy their time. he does, fully. which is I think why he/his room was... like that in the facility, without any spoilers.

to say, the gang is more than just friends to him; they're his found family, where he feels like he belongs. they don't judge him for his silence there. they understand his past. they're not scared of him just because of the way he was built and they're not going to be either.

but what about his family?

families are one of the most important part of a character and their backstory. the family is what decides how they will live, act and even feel sometimes. then what about Ben's? where were they during his backstory?

yeah. Ben's rage causes something terrible to happen.

but it ends better for everyone. Ben gets the therapy he needed, starts to live with Aiden, makes the gang his friends and it actually goes well.

his parents?

we meet Naomi and William during Lily's birthday.

yes, Mike, Lily is goshdarn adorable.

first, I think Naomi and William aren't to blame. I think they did the best they could; they tried to help Ben, tried to help him get therapy, sent him to Aiden's place to help himself. then why didn't Ben's story stop?

Ben couldn't control his rage until their house got destroyed and he realized just how far it got. he sneaked out of the house, a lot of people seem to not see that detail. and they seem to be very caring, too.

they're amazing as a whole family, to be honest. even the little Lily doesn't care about her birthday getting wrecked, because she wants to help Ben and his friends. she indirectly helped Tyler extremely well, since the sedative idea came from her in the first place.

Naomi was the first person who brought up the whole 'we-are-seeing-phantoms' discussion and William didn't hesitate to talk about it. Naomi was also the first person to notice the phantoms when the worlds collided for a mere second.

and Ben himself has shown completely zero negative behaviour towards them. and Lily gets treated like a princess -even if she accidentally neutered Ben-

side note here, that Lily also really loves the family too. the way she cuddled Aiden when he died and came back was so cute to be honest.

so I don't think the family is anywhere to blame either. it was Ben who was strangled, Ben who fought, and Ben who saw therapy. the reason why I'm talking about this is because a lot of people suddenly blame a character's family when there's a problem with them.

guys. people with caring, loving families can be traumatized too. just because someone has a happy family doesn't mean they're suddenly over any trauma they live. doesn't mean everything is suddenly okay. it means that they have an accepting place to go to, a safe space. and Ben's family? I think they're just like that. they desperately try to help. help their son, their nephew and their friends. hell, Lily trying to help also speaks volumes in my opinion. their father -dilf no.2 after Mike right here- William was the one who offered the idea to get the kids saved from the centipede phantom. and to be honest? it was pretty smart.

she also tried to prevent Emma from going mad because come on, Emma would absolutely wreck anyone if they dared blame Ashlyn for this. (still I think Jessica has to apologize for being to insensitive smh)

Naomi really seems like a sweetheart to me, I already said what to be said about William in a single very important side sentence and if there was any kind of in-family neglect Lily would also be affected. but she isn't so I think we're good? I adore the whole Ben family tho.

to wrap it all up.

Ben is suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which makes him see flashbacks and turn into a rage mode each time he is triggered due to his backstory, being bullied because he's too soft. his rage causes a gang to destroy his home (HELLO?? ARE THERE NO FUNCTIONING COPS IN THIS STOR-- oh wait it's america yea there ain't nvm) and his parents try their best. move, get Ben to therapy and let Daniel's side help him by doing stuff he loves. Ben is still trying to recover, but his flashbacks are strong due to impacting his entire life from his voice and make it difficult.

(vocal chords repair by time actually, but he hasn't been speaking for like 4 years so maybe it'd need some voice exercises until it returns to normal?? if it's just vocal chords he'd be alright. imagine if he could talk and sing normally all this time but he just didn't know. it's something between "aww poor guy :((" and "lmao"

but I don't know about voice box, can someone enlighten me on vocal chord damage vs. voice box damage? thamks)

and Lily. Lily is a cinnamon roll. no other opinions allowed.

-i wanted to make a part for Ben and Taylor but i decided wasn't fit here :P-

[zhvakinnn]

Hi can't find your rules or anything and I'm sorry if this is out of your comfort zone but may I request the sbg crew and cuddle headcanons where reader is the big spoon. If possible can the reader be male?

Hii, yes sorry i haven't done my rules yet I'm kinda getting lazy but i will make one 🫡

Male reader!

Warning/s: homophobic's

Characters: Logan, Ben, Aiden

Part 2 characters : tyler, Taylor, Ashlyn

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Logan fields

∆ He always wanted to be hold tight because he finds you're hug comfort

∆ whenever he got beaten up all he wanted was your hug, he always stopped you attacking Barron

∆ " he literally fucking beat the shit out of you for not doing his homework?! How can't i beat his ass too!"

"please, i just want a hug.."

∆ you'll see him startled when you raising you're voice, you suddenly stop and wanted to melt

∆ you'll just stop being mad then hug him telling him I'm sorry

∆ so whenever he wanted to hug he wants to be the little spoon because like i said he finds comfort in your hug's

Bonus fanfiction:

You we're all looking for Logan he said his going to the bathroom so you went there but as you went there you saw him and Barron hearing their conversation

"you think that little boyfriend of yours is gonna save you faggot?"

That last sentence hit you, you noticed Logan looked at you widen eyes you can see him having a black eye

"who you calling little and faggot?.."

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You and Barron ended up in the guidance room

Once you got out you glare daggers to barron as he walk out with his new bruises you scoff as you went to find your gang

Once you got there they looked at you in a worried faces they all ask you if you're ok, i only nodded and looked at logan who was more worried once we all got home Logan wants me to go in his house

His grandparents asked me how i got these bruises then i explained to her grandma what happened while Logan got a ice

"thank you for protecting my grandson, now i know who will protect him after i die"

"grandma please don't say that..."

Logan finally got the ice and you two went upstairs once you got there he hugged you and he buried his face in your neck

"thank you.."

You smiled and cuddle for a while

" i love you too"

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Ben Clark

∆ another one of those who were bullied which means he likes being hold aswell well sometimes if you're not in a good mood he will hug you but most of the time you're hugging him

∆ he likes being a small spoon because of his anger issues too, whenever his mad just take him somewhere private and hold him like a damn baby because he is

∆ like dhar mann would say 'dont judge a book by its cover' he may look tough and imitating but inside his such a softie

∆ when you two are cuddling he likes to play music in the background

∆ "hey what happened to him?"

"(name) finally you're here ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ"

Aiden was covering Ben's face and saw his fist rolled

∆ you have to drag him in the bathroom to hug him and tell him to calm down

Bonus scenario:

You were all in the classroom then the bell rang meaning its lunch time

You stretch a bit then when to ben who was sleeping

"love c'mon were to the cafeteria"

You nudge him a bit then he woke up when he lifted his head he smiled at you making your whole body melt

"ok c'mon now you lover birds"

That make him chuckle and so was i when he got up i hold his hand tight, we were all chatting in the hallway while walking to the canteen

You were both holding hands then a bitch went between you too

"exuse me"

She pushed you and Ben apart making Ben angry

"hey hey its ok nevermind her" He sigh and nodded

Then the same girl came annoying you again and again and again

"you're a disgusting homo"

It kept that on Ben's mind

Once you tag along with aiden chatting with him on the way

I pulled ben upstairs

"its ok nevermind her I'm here and i love you" you smiled as you hug him

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Aiden Clark

∆ sometimes you hate him being a small spoon because he wont stay still while sleeping!

∆ you, him and Ben went to a sleepover and he wanted you to hug him behind his back but as you hug him he will turn towards the wall, then the ceiling, then at you and annoying you're face

∆ "i might be annoying but i know you love it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆" you wanna deny it but you cant because you love him

∆ like Ben he wanted to listen to music but his more into you humming him a lullaby

∆ he's so clingy

Bonus scenario:

He was so hyper everyday but today its ten times worst

Everyone looked at you and like 'how the hell did you get together with this maniac' or ' how do you have so many patients'

After all this you just wanna lay down and sleep

When he was yapping something who knows what that is he suddenly stop when he saw you getting annoyed

For the rest of you're class you wonder what happened to aiden he suddenly became silent

He might be annoying but you miss him yapping

"what the hell happened to him?"-tyler

" yeah he suddenly became-" -taylor

"silent..." -ashlyn

You shrug and looked at aiden once you got him home you greeted his parents and went to his room

" ok what..why...um why did you suddenly became... Silent?"

You said but panic when he looked down the ground, when you're about to speak he said

" am i annoying?"

Oh no no no

" why would you say that" you melt at his words why did he suddenly said that

" because whenever i talk to you you just frowned, i know that fine with everyone for me but whenever i talk you're face suddenly change to annoyed"

You didn't answer and just hugged his head

"I'm sorry I'm sorry i didn't mean to be like that but I'm just stressed but i shouldn't do that I'm sorry i love you"

He hugged you back as you both lay down you hum him a lullaby and both of you fell asleep

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Finally donee🤸🏻!

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[mamawasatesttube]

So i was just rotating your "Jack drake lives au" in my mind and at the same time remembered those panels of superman shaking hands with Some Fucking Guy (i think he was being a bitch to Lois or smth) and he makes direct unflinching eye contact with the tight lipped smile and his grip is a little too tight to be friendly

Anyways im not saying he hates Jack but i do think Kon off-handedly mentioned the "joke" about his nail polish and Clark went "oh really now?" And didnt forget

So rip Jack at that family dinner night bc not only is Lois waiting for an excuse to obliterate him but Clark is right there with her and if jack thinks that Good Ol Country folk Ma and Pa will back him up then hes in for a surprise lol

oh yeah absolutely!!!! the thing is. literally Nobody likes jack in this au ksjdhfkd like kon and dick absolutely have texted each other to bitch about him, ma openly shakes her head when she hears about how he treats tim (and she WILL speak her mind if he ever tries to shut that sweet boy down in front of her!), cass literally won't speak to him bc he failed the vibe check so bad, etc...

and like. no one is telling tim this. they Know it'll make him feel like he has to defend his dad bc he loves him! but sometimes tim mentions oh he can't join for games this friday night, he and his dad are going on an early morning fishing trip. and cass just meets kon's eyes across the room behind tim's back and rolls her eyes so hard.

but yeah. clark will mostly let lois handle the obliteration with ma's backup as needed bc he knows she's got this. his form of expressing his severe disapproval of jack, his views, and his parenting? supporting tim. thanking him for doing the dishes after dinner, praising his work ethic, ruffling his hair and telling him he did a great job with that case he wrapped up last week, etc. it makes tim go "!!! :D!!!" like that pic of the cat getting patted. tim has always craved approval and affirmation and affection from people around him and he gets it in spades from the kents. and jack sees his son light up and open up around these people way more than he does with him. it's not a good feeling.

it's just tough bc like, tim doesn't want anyone getting mad at jack. but the idea of anyone getting mad at jack on his behalf is also just such a shock to him. he's not used to that. he feels like he has to manage jack and be responsible for him in a lot of ways (if jack says something shitty in front of lois, tim cringes because now jack is gonna get his ass handed to him and feel humiliated, and that's his dad and he was trying to help, and also he feels like it's on him that his dad is being like that. why? oh you know.) (its the unnamed emotional abuse, thats why.)

but also clark and kon watch lois ask tim how his degree is going now that he's in engineering school, and lightly rib him and ask if she can't poach him into investigative journalism instead, because she doesn't usually take interns but she'd make an exception! and tim cocks his head like a dog and says well, maaaybe he'd be down to consider an internship if she's serious? it does sound cool. what are the details? and jack, who barely gets more than one-word answers when he talks to tim about his future, is just kinda seething. heart rate goin up bc hes mad. and kon and clark just exchange extremely amused glances across the kitchen and sip their hot chocolates.

like the tim and jack dynamic is complicated; it'd be a lot easier if the love wasn't so real but it is present. its just that jack is soooo emotionally immature and grounded in Classic American Manhood and ideas of fatherhood. and the fact that tim is growing beyond that and not fitting in the mold he's "supposed" to eats at him. its a tragedy but also we are all pointing and laughing at jack every time superfam make him grind his teeth.

[visionofhope04]

Hey, stumbled on to your neglected batsis story (I love it)! How would the rest of the Justice league react to the news. Like will they slowly distance themselves from the batfam or would they kick Bruce out of the league?

What about the Titans, will they treat Dick any different?

Hi! I'm so glad you enjoyed my series!!! Thank you so much for reading it! Also, I kinda got carried away with this ask... (713 words)

TW: ED MENTIONED (ANOREXIA)

The Justice League would definitely be shocked, especially Diana and Clark since they're closest to Bruce. Due to the loss of his company, he'd no longer have as much money as he used to. The guy was literally constantly making money and then it all came crashing down. He probably wouldn't be as willing to fund certain things that the Justice League required, which would cause a rift in the league's relationship with him.

The Justice League (besides Clark, who didn't want to assume Bruce actually did those things if he didn't and hadn't had time to ask Bruce yet) would probably find out about everything when they had to work with the batfam for one reason or another (probably an alien invasion or smth) weeks or even months after it all went down. Jason as Red Hood would be acting colder towards everyone, including the League since he'd assume they knew about it because it was all over the headlines.

Someone makes a comment on his behavior (most likely Green Lantern) and then he'll say something like "Well someone has to be mad.". The batfam's like "uh oh". They're all confused and then it hits Jason. They didn't know. So then he's like "Of course, he wouldn't want to risk his reputation with the only group of people that can stand being in a room with him that aren't his "family". Ask Bruce about his daughter.".

By this point, Clark knows what he heard was true and he's enraged. Everyone else turned to Bruce questioningly. Clark spoke up before they could ask though, "So the news was true? You all treated her that way?". "What do you mean. Bruce?" Diana called, wanting answers. However, Bruce didn't know what to say. The whole batfamily remained quiet, unable to come up with a lie. "Oh, well let's see, he neglected his daughter, she developed anorexia, and then fainted because of it before a gala. When she woke up, she was yelled at, insulted, and ridiculed for developing an eating disorder and damaging his damn reputation, because he didn't even care about her health!" Jason was fuming, even though it had happened a while ago, it still made him furious.

The batfamily was glaring daggers at him, and he glared back, all while the Justice League was still processing this information. After all, he was Batman, he LOVED kids, how could he do this to one of his own? "Bruce?" Diana questioned, still wanting to give himself an opportunity to explain himself. They all hoped this was a misunderstanding. However, he could say nothing to defend himself. For once in his life, he wasn't prepared. He did do those things, but he didn't think he was in the wrong. After all, his daughter had been trained alongside Damian to be perfect, it was her fault she wasn't. His silence was an answer nobody wanted.

After much heavy discussion, it was decided Batman could stay in the league, but could no longer lead and would be considered a distant ally. He would only be called upon for emergencies.

The Titans would never be able to look at Dick the same again. He was always so welcoming, so nice. He treated everyone kindly, or so they thought. Apparently, this kindness didn't extend to his sister. How could he be so nice to Damian, but so mean to her? And she wasn't even like Damian, she was so nice! They'd briefly met her when they went over to the Manor for Christmas. She'd quickly left after introductions. This concerned the team, but Dick reassured them this was a normal occurrence, she hated crowds.

How didn't they notice? Dick's hesitance to talk about her, to let them meet her, hell, he probably didn't even remember her existence until she was brought up in a conversation! How could the whole family do that to a child? One of their own? The worst part, they didn't feel a speck of remorse for it. How could the Titans interact with Dick normally, knowing what he'd done, taken part in, and did nothing about? Every time they interacted with him, they could tell they weren't quite able to hide the disgust in their gazes, and they always knew they'd never be able to.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Eight: Vacation Time

Jason and I went on beautiful, wonderful, sexless dates for the next two weeks. He was in Metropolis with me all of fourteen days. I'd almost forgotten that I had to plan my brother's birthday party. So after he left, I scrambled, working day and night, planning and putting together decorations. I managed to finish a week before I got sick with a stomach bug.

My dad came to check on me after missing my fourth day of work. I left my spare key with him instead of my mom because I knew he'd only come by in case of an emergency. "Lane, are you in here?" Dad asked.

I dragged myself out of my bathroom and stood in the doorway. "Hi, Dad," I rasped, "I feel like garbage."

He felt my cheeks and neck with the back of his hands. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Dad questioned. "I thought—."

"It's the flu. Don't get too close, okay?" I warned him. "I called in." Dad got close anyway. He never listened when I was sick. He just went straight into dad mode.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Dad asked.

"Same reason I didn't answer the door. I was throwing up... Dad, you don't have to take care of me—."

"That is the silliest sentence I've ever heard. I'm your dad. I do have to take care of you. It's physically impossible for me not to," he smiled, "Here, plant it on the couch."

I obeyed him and lay down on the couch. Dad draped a blanket over me and went to my kitchen. "Dad, there's no way you're gonna be able to get some food in me. I tried—." Dad turned around and went to my bedroom. "Dad?"

He came back with my jacket and shoes. "You're taking me to the hospital?" I asked. Dad nodded. "Dad, you don't have—." I stood up and plopped back down on the couch. "Okay, I see your point."

He handed me my phone and took me downstairs to his car. I lay back and closed my eyes. "Call your mom, okay?" Dad commanded gently. "We've been worried about you all week."

I called my mom, hoping that she'd let me go to voicemail, but she answered on the first ring. I put her on speaker. "Laney, are you alright? Where've you—?"

"I'm fine. I just have a stomach bug. Dad's taking me to the hospital against my will," I interrupted her.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?" Mom asked.

"I didn't want you guys worrying about me... Okay, I see where I messed up," I mumbled as I closed my eyes. "Mom, are you mad? Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I'm just frustrated with you. You're in your twenties, and you live alone. You need to let us know when you're sick," Mom explained. I made a soft noise in reply. "I love you so much, and I hope that you feel better soon, but I am not angry at you."

"I love you too, Mom," I whispered, and she hung up. "Dad, are you mad at me?" He didn't answer me. "Dad?"

"I don't want to lie to you... So give me a minute, okay?" Dad replied.

"You weren't mad at me a second ago," I whispered, "Why are you mad now?"

He took a deep breath. "You're shutting us out. This is how it always starts, Lane—."

"I'm not, Dad. I swear. I swear it's not like last time. I was just sick, and I didn't want to talk to anyone. I haven't even called—."

"You don't even remember last time, Laney. That is the problem. You don't even know what you did last time that was so bad that none of us feel like we can talk to you about it," Dad replied. I grew silent.

"Dad, please tell me what I did," I whispered, "What was so bad?"

"Laney, I don't want to talk about it right now. I don't... I'm just upset because I'm concerned. Please, can you just—? Laney, you've been home for less than two months... Just know that I'm not blaming you. I just—. I want to keep you safe. I can't keep you safe if you don't talk to me," Dad explained. I nodded.

When we got to the hospital, I asked for a bag. I stepped outside and threw up. My dad came to get me. They ran a couple of tests and put me on a saline drip. My phone rang, and when I saw who it was, I chewed my lip. "You can answer it. I can make myself scarce," Dad whispered.

"Dad, you don't have to leave. I want you to stay," I whispered. I called Jason back, and he answered immediately.

"Hey, are we okay?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, we're okay. I'm sick... My dad took me to the hospital, but I'm fine," I explained.

"Well, do you want me there? I can come—."

"Oh no, you're so sweet, but I'm fine. You're back in the city?" I asked. Jason made an affirmative noise.

"Can I come and take care of you tonight?" Jason asked.

"I don't want you to get sick," I whispered, "I'll call you when I feel better if that's okay."

"Yeah, of course. I love you—. I mean—."

"Love you too," I whispered before hanging up.

Dad looked at me and smiled. "Love?" Dad whispered.

I fell asleep not too long after that, and when I woke up, the nurse took my IV out, and they discharged me. Dad took me back home and tucked me into bed. He cleaned up my apartment and slept on my couch. I woke up around noon the next day to two bowls of soup and bread. "Dad?" I mumbled. Jason came out of my kitchen, and I stretched out. "Jason, what are you doing here? I'm still sick," I groaned, "And what is with the two different soups? Wait, who let you in?"

"I called, and your dad left the door unlocked for me. I'm Baby in your contacts. I like that. How many hearts?" Jason teased. I gave him the finger, and he laughed. "And one of those is tomato soup, the other is wild rice. I just wasn't sure which one you'd like. You didn't have any oyster crackers, so I toasted you some sourdough."

I broke up the bread into small pieces and dipped them in the tomato soup. Jason was a good cook, and it felt good to have some hot food in my stomach. "Thank you," I whispered. Jason sat down next to me and kissed my cheek. I pulled away. "No, Jason, I'm sick."

"Your dad invited me to your brother's birthday on Valentine's day," Jason whispered, "I can go if you want me to."

I dropped all my pieces of bread into my tomato soup, and I spooned it into my mouth. "You don't mind my family knowing who you are?" I asked. He shook his head. He ate the wild rice soup, and we sat in silence for a while. Jason had a real tenderness to him sometimes. I reached over and ran the back of my fingers against his cheek. "I meant it."

"I know. How's your stomach?" Jason asked. I nodded.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 20

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19

Trigger Warning: There is violence in this chapter

Martha turned over to wrap her arms around her bed partner but frowned when she felt that no one was there. She slowly opened her eyes to realize that not only was Lillian no longer next to her, but given how cool her side of the bed was, she hadn’t been there for a while. Martha stretched out and yawned while grabbing her robe next to the bed. She quickly put it on and exited the room. She wandered around a little bit. She wasn’t used to the multiple halls Lillian’s mansion had. However, she wasn’t surprised since she had only been there a couple of days. After walking around for ten minutes, she stumbled across a door that had light shining underneath it. She peered inside and realized that she made it to the kitchen. She was surprised to see Lillian with her back to her sitting at the kitchen table staring at the whiteboard. She had a notebook and a laptop out in front of her. As Martha got closer to the whiteboard, she realized that it had a whole bunch of photos, news clippings, documents, and yarn of different colors connecting everything together. Martha placed her hands on Lillian’s shoulders and kissed her forehead.

She looked up at the board warily and asked, “Should I be concerned that this looks like a murder board?

Lillian reached up to caress Martha’s hand and kissed it. 

“No dear. This is what we are going to use to take down Lex.”

Martha stared at the board quizzically. Lillian looked back and forth between the board and Martha, slumped her shoulders, and sighed. 

“I know this looks crazy,” muttered Lillian. 

Martha chuckled and said, “I know that there is a method to you madness.” She leaned down and kissed Lillian on the cheek and pulled up a chair next to her. She caressed Lillian’s hand and said, “Maybe, you can start off by giving me the cliff note version of what I am looking at.”

Lillian rubbed the back of her head sheepishly and said, “I figured the best way to bring Lex down was by following the money trail to see if it showed something incriminating or at least of some interest. When Leviathan pulled their backing several weeks ago, security was nearly nonexistent since the majority of security was from Leviathan. It gave me a several-hour window to gather documents about Lex and his dealings from Luthor Corp servers while he scrambled to purchase a new security team. This board contains the most interesting things I found.”

Martha nodded thoughtfully and said, “I take it you started this within the last several hours since this board wasn’t here when I went to bed last night.”

Lillian nodded and said, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get a head start on this. I was only just going to categorize everything, but as you can see…” said Lillian as she waved her hand at the whiteboard. “…this kind of spiraled out of control.”

“Well, it can’t be that bad if you have lines connecting things together.”

Lillian chuckled while shaking her head.

Martha frowned and said, “So that bad, huh.”

Lillian sighed and said, “Unfortunately, I didn’t raise a complete idiot. Most of his financial came clean except for the stuff on this board. These were the things that I couldn’t trace where the funding came from, but showed that Lex had ownership of the item. The lines just point to an offshore account that either made the purchase or a shell company that somehow transferred ownership of item to Luthor Corp.”

 “Nothing else stands out.”

Lillian banged her head against the table and said, “I have been staring at this thing for several hours. The purchases are unusual, but there isn’t anything to show that something illegal happened. “

Martha scooted over to Lillian and kissed her head which caused Lillian to look up at her with a soft smile. 

Martha embraced Lillian and said, “Rome wasn’t built in a day. Given the way your son’s brain works, I would imagine it would take us a little bit to crack this.”

Lillian rubbed her head and said, “I know. I just want his bullshit to be over.”

Martha caressed Lillian’s check and said, “I know. I know. But, maybe we should try to do another approach.”

Lillian looked up at her curiously and asked, “And what is that?”

Martha smiled and said, “Well, there is the phrase two heads are better than one.”

Lillian chuckled and asked, “Are you sure you want to be up this early wanting to do this? I didn’t want it to be something you lose sleep over.”

Martha kissed Lillian on the cheek which caused her to blush. She took both Lillian’s hands, caressed them, and said, “I told you we were in this together with trying to take down Lex. No matter what.”

Lillian smiled and said, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Martha chuckled and said, “I could say the same thing especially since I made us wait so long.”

Lillian caressed Martha’s face and said, “I would have waited a thousand years to be with you.”

Martha blushed while getting up and said, “You know how to make a girl swoon.”

Lillian smirked and said, “Only ones that I am interested in.”

Martha chuckled as she went to put on a pot of coffee. Once she was finished, she brought back a tray with two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. Lillian looked at her with a raised eyebrow. 

Martha looked back at her surprised and said, “What? I need sustenance if we are looking through these files this early. Unless you don’t want the coffee….”

Martha started pulling back the cup of coffee before Lillian stopped her.

Lillian smirked and said, “Don’t you dare.”

Martha cackled and said, “I thought so.” 

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Okay. I know the last part was a lot. But please stay with me. I shall explain. I know y'all have been waiting for it. So here we go. The long waited first kiss. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, angst, slow burn, kissing, talk of long term abuse, confessions and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 8

😢

After talking to Chrissy, Eddie decided he was done waiting. He was going to tell you how he felt. He was finally gonna take you home and tell you.

He ran to your math class to find that your club was cancelled. So he went to the drama room to see if you were there. But Mrs Adler said she hadn't seen you. He thought maybe you went to the auditorium. So he searched for you.

He looked there and the library. But you were nowhere to be found. He waited for an hour by the drama room but you never showed. Making him start to worry.

As soon as he got home he called you. Your brother said you weren't home yet. Now Eddie was definitely concerned. It was raining now and he worried about you walking home. So he got in his van and drove along the route you usually walked. But he didn't see you.

All the worst things that could have happened to you ran through his head.

Where you hit by a passing car? Did you get taken?Did you run away?

He went back home and called again. He sighed in relief when your brother said you were in the shower.

So he waited for a while for you to call him back. But you never did.

What the hell is going on? He thought.

Why didn't you wait for him? Where did you go once you found out the meeting was cancelled? And why the hell weren't you calling him back?

He tried you two more times. Not caring if he looked like a creep. He needed to see if you were okay. Because this was not like you. You would always answer when he called. Always. You wouldn't even let the phone ring 3 times before you would pick up.

God damnit y/n! Pick up!

He was so out of it. Even his uncle was worried.

Eddie sat down on the couch next to his uncle.

" What's goin' on boy?"

Eddie shook his head. He had a very bad feeling.

" I...I don't know. Something's wrong. I just know it."

" Call again."

" She's not answering."

" Just try again."

Eddie sighed and got back up. He went for the phone and was about to dial your number. But then he thought.

The house's line.

He quickly went to his room and grabbed the number you gave him. He went back and punched it in.

It rang a few times before he heard your brother.

' Hello?'

" Hey man it's Ed-"

" uhh Eddie I'm sorry this-"

"MOM! STOP! HE WAS WITH ME!"

Eddie heard your brother shout and put down the phone. He listened as a woman who sounded a lot like Mrs Clark say something he really couldn't make out.

He knew it. Something was really fucking wrong.

He kept trying to listen.

"You will not see that boy ever again!"

Eddie listened to your dad scream at you. Then he heard a very loud gasp and things being moved.

As soon as Eddie heard that he dropped the phone. He went to grab his keys but his uncle stopped him.

" What happened boy?!"

" I-I-I have to go. I-I think she's in trouble."

" Son it's none of our business."

" I think they're hitting her!"

Wayne quickly grabbed his keys.

" Let's go boy!"

...

The moment he saw you he knew. You were hurt. He got out of the truck not waiting for his uncle and ran to you. That's when he stopped and saw your brother.

"y/n?"

" Wh-what're you doing here?" Your voice was low and shaky.

Eddie didn't say anything he just kneeled in front of you and lifted your face. He saw a very red hand print.

He was so fucking mad that he stood up and was about to storm in the house. But his uncle stepped in front of him.

" No. You stay here. I'll handle this."

Eddie nodded and tried to calm down. While his uncle knocked on the door and went inside.

Never in his life had he been so damn angry. How dare anyone lay a finger on you! He didn't care who the fuck they were. He swore right then and there that they would never touch you again.

He went back to you and sat down. He tried to hold you but you flinched away.

He sighed and shook his head. Running his hand through his hair.

You looked at Eddie and his hands were shaking. He seemed to be checked out.

You turned to your brother.

" What is he doing here?" You whispered.

" He...he called the house...I don't think I hung up. Mom had just slapped you. And I put the phone down."

You looked back at Eddie.

Did you hear everything?

You couldn't stop yourself. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. He looked at your hand then looked at you.

He shook his head. " I'm sorry I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You didn't say anything. You couldn't. Eddie came to your rescue. At least he tried.

No one but your brother knew what went on behind closed doors. It's the reason he didn't leave after he graduated.

See your parents have always been very violent towards you and your brother. It started when you were really little. You remembered when you were still very small your parents would pinch you. Then as you got older every time you would get unsatisfying marks in school you would get hit. Even when your parents caught you sneaking food late at night because they started feeding you less you would get beat. It happened so much that it felt like it was actually normal. But to your brother it wasn't. He got hit so bad sometimes that you knew you had to get the hell out of Hawkins as soon as you could. That's why you went above and beyond in school. When you skipped a few grades your parents were actually nicer. And with every A+ you got it kept them from raising a hand to you. You always did what you were told and you NEVER talked back to them. Knowing full well what might happen. But this time you were done. You were eighteen now and you could leave whenever you wanted. But your brother convinced you to stay until you graduate. You didn't want to. On your birthday you actually had your bags packed. However, your brother stopped you. He said that you needed to graduate because you needed a full ride to go to college. And no one would take you if you dropped out. So you didn't leave. And you started your senior year.

So far you had been good. Not doing anything to upset your parents. That was until you fell that first day of school.

When you got home from the doctors your mom squeezed the hell out of your foot and wrist. Saying that it was punishment for skipping school. They always did shit like that. Always hurt existing wounds. They never broke skin and never hit you in the face. Well until tonight.

You were so used to this by now. You were just so numb after every time. This time the only difference was now someone knew. One of the most important people in your life knew you got beat like this. Eddie knew.

As you sat there you just looked at his hand in yours. You wanted him to hold you. To tell you that you were okay and he would keep you safe.

But for the sake of your sanity you thought holding his hand was enough.

Wayne came back out and stood in front of you and your brother.

" Do you have any place to go tonight?" He asked

" Uhh yeah. We can go to my girlfriends house." Your brother answered.

" No we can't. She lives in the next town over. I have school tomorrow and you have to work. You can't afford to miss any days now."

" You're going to school tomorrow?"

You looked at Eddie. " I have to."

He shook his head and looked away from you after you answered his question.

" We can get a hotel room until we find a place." You suggested. " I've been saving all my allowance money and have all my birthday money. You have your savings too so we can do this."

You felt Eddie squeezed your hand. You looked at him again. " Eddie we can take care of ourselves. We kinda been ready for this day."

"No. You will stay with us." Wayne said

Eddie looked at him clearly worried about having enough room for all four of you.

Wayne knew what he was thinking. " We'll make room. I leave for work in a couple of hours. Eddie when I work nights you can sleep in my room other than that you'll take the couch. Darlin' you can stay in Eddie's room because women need their privacy and your brother can sleep on the cot."

" umm I mean no offence Mr Munson. But we're adults. We can-"

Wayne cut you off. " Darlin' you're staying with us. I understand that you think you can do this with just you two. But you are gonna need help. Now... is there stuff you need from inside?"

You replied with a soft yes.

Eddie's uncle was scarier than shit. But you weren't scared of him the way you were with your parents. You were scared that you would disappoint him.

You tried to get up but everything hurt. Eddie put your arm around his shoulders and grabbed your waist. You didn't even need to put any effort. He lifted you up to your feet. Once up, you moved out of his arms holding on to your stomach. It was really hurting something fierce.

You started for the door with Eddie following.

" No boy. If you go in you'll lose your shit. Stay with him. I'll go. " Wayne said pulling him back.

Eddie watched as you walked in with Wayne. He could cry seeing you leave like that. Even when you gave him one last sad look before Wayne closed the door.

He sat next to your brother and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"FUCK!"

" Eddie man. It's okay-"

" What the hell happened!?"

Your brother took a sharp inhale. " Mrs Clark came by."

Eddie turned to look at him. " What-what did she want?"

" She said that her son saw you sleeping with y/n."

Eddie was filled with anger again. His hands started shaking again and his lip quivered. He clenched his jaw and fists over and over again.

Why would she do that? We didn't have sex.

" Did...did you guys get hurt because of me?" He knew the answer but he had to hear it. "Did y/n get hurt because of me?"

" Not exactly. This was bound to happen sooner or later. She just felt like today was the right time to stand up to them."

" Why?"

" Eddie-"

" Why man? What made her do that?"

Your brother sighed before replying. "She was standing up for you. They didn't want her to see you anymore and she refused."

Eddie hung his head.

"Eddie. It's not on you. She was tired of this happening. She wanted out. She always wanted to leave. But I convinced her to stay. This is not on you okay."

Eddie couldn't help but blame himself for you and your brother's injuries. When he thought about this he hoped you would fight for him. But he meant arguing. Not this. Not this type of fight.

What was he gonna do now? He couldn't let you come back to them. He also didn't want him being the reason you got hurt. How long has this been going on? Did he need to stop being your friend? He had to. Right? But should he? After all that? After you fought for him?

"NO!". His inner monologue shouted at him. He couldn't stop being near you. He had to be there. Always. To care for you, to make you laugh, to make you happy. To keep you safe. But most importantly, to love you.

...

When you went back into the house you didn't look at your parents. You quickly moved through your room stuffing a duffle bag full of clothes. You got on your knees in front of your dresser and pulled off your small wads of cash you had duck taped under it. You shoved the money into your backpack with all your school work.

After you ran over to your brother's room and started getting his things. You grabbed his check book and his piggy bank he put all his spare change in.

Your last stop was the bathroom grabbing all the necessities.

You went back out to the living room and Wayne came to you grabbing the bags. You stop for a second to look at your parents. They looked beyond furious.

" I love you guys. But you know what you were doing was wrong. Please get help."

With that said you and Wayne left.

...

You would have felt better if you guys went to a hotel instead of putting out the Munson's. But it wasn't just that you were worried about. Being this close to Eddie was all you could really think about other than the embarrassment of what he heard and saw.

He kept looking at you as if you were broken. To be fair though you were. But still, that look he had hurt you.

As you followed the truck to the trailer park you kept silent. When you finally parked Eddie and his uncle helped with the bags. Eddie came to you and cupped your face.

" It's okay now. You're safe....I'll keep you safe."

Please don't say that.

You nodded and followed him inside.

The warm air of the trailer hugged you. The faint smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils. The soft amber light made the living room look something out of a movie. Mugs and hats covered most of the walls. Everything felt like home. But not like a home you ever known.

Eddie grabbed your hand and led you to his room. While he cleared off his bed you looked around his room. You smiled to yourself seeing his big hand painted Corroded Coffin banner.

His room looked like what you thought the inside of his mind looked like. Everything he liked and loved was here. Even though everything was in disarray. it was all Eddie. And you couldn't help but love it.

He cleared his throat. " Umm it's not much but it's home."

You took a deep breath. " Can...can I hug you?"

Eddie was almost offended that you asked. Of course you could hug him.

"Yeah sweetheart. You can always hug me."

You shuddered at the word. You wanted to cry. You wanted to turn around and leave. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you gently.

His wonderful scent filled your lungs. His hold on you was strong but gentle. You melted into him. It felt like home here too.

Just not mine.

You pulled away slightly and looked down. " Can I have a minute to change?"

" Yeah. Umm I'll take blankets and a pillow to your brother... I'll be right outside. If you need me-"

You nodded pulling out of his arms. Still not making eye contact.

Eddie hated this. Hated you being this quiet. This fragile. Like you would never be happy again. He especially hated you pulling away from him.

He left you alone and went to help your brother set up the cot. After a few minutes he thought he heard you call him. Maybe it was his imagination or something. But he swore he heard you crying his name.

So he went to the room and found you curled up back facing him crying. He shook his head and climbed in with you. Your body instantly tensed up as he embraced you.

"It's okay. I'm here."He said just above a whisper

As your body relaxed you turned to face him.

"Eddie. I'm so sorry." You said looking at his chest.

"What for?"

You sighed. " I-I know that this isn't what you were expecting when it came to me and my family. And I can understand that once me and my brother find a place, if you don't want to be my friend anymore. It's okay. I'll be okay."

" No y/n. No. You're right. This is a lot. But that doesn't make me want to stop being your friend. It makes me want to take care of you...so please...let me help."

Why?

" Eddie." You looked into his big brown eyes full with sorrow. " I...I love what we have. And I know this is gonna change how you see me. But please don't feel sorry for me. Because I'm much stronger than I look. I just need a minute to get my head on straight."

" I don't see you any different. I'm looking at you how I've always seen you. And I know you're strong. But you need to know that I'm here. I got you. Whatever you need. I'm here. Always."

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes. Waiting for you to say that you liked him or that you have feelings for him or something. Anything. But what you did instead caught him by surprise.

You gave him one tender kiss. It was the softest kiss he had ever received. It only lasted a second. Which wasn't enough time for him to process it and kiss you back. He was going to but you pulled away. You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

He didn't know what to do. He wanted to kiss you back but you obviously didn't mean it how he wanted it. There were so many feelings going on right now. And he knew you kissed him because of the sadness you felt. He didn't want it to be like that. He wanted you to want him because you truly wanted him. Not because you're hurting right now and needed some comfort. He couldn't say this and hurt you even more though. So he just stayed quiet.

His words felt true. You know he meant it. So you kissed him. You kissed him because it felt like it was the right thing to do. It felt like it would make you feel better. But it didn't. When your lips touched his there was nothing. No fireworks. No spark. Just...nothing. And when he didn't kiss you back it became clear. You turned around and quietly sobbed.

Maybe you guys weren't meant to do this. Maybe you were always meant to be friends.

Just friends.

...

@chloe-6123 @irishhappiness @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong @salenorona23

[kpforpresident]

Mad!Clarke meets Trying Her Best!Lexa in a library

As someone who is currently spending more time at school/home than in my own apartment, I feel this in my ~soul~. We are taking this a physical meeting not a first meeting, since I read this prompt and my brain went !!! NY AU Clexa!! So forgive the self indulgence. I need to eventually make an NY AU moodboard but I simply cannot be fucked.

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Lexa absently ticks her pencil against the worn desk, shifting to tuck a sweatpants-clad leg under her as she slouches forward, eyes still glued to the massive International Law textbook that lay in front of her. 

Around the large reading room, the sounds of flipping textbook pages and the scratch of pens on paper echoed through the large room, the intricate ceiling above lit by the warm glow from the green-hued reading lamps sat atop each long wooden table. Students slouch in the dozens throughout the room, some hunching over keyboards, others scribbling intently in notebooks. 

Lexa stretched her neck side to side absently, as she dully flips to the next page in the chapter, rubbing a graphite-dusted hand across her tired eyes as she desperately tries to focus. 

She takes a sip of the ice-cold latte that sits above her computer, wincing at the taste as she tries to commit to at least finishing the chapter before she trudges across the icy campus to the little apartment she had just moved into with Clarke a few weeks ago. 

A smile slips unbidden across her face as she thinks of Clarke, messy mop of golden hair tousled by the morning breeze as she had hung out of their second story window and waved goodbye this morning, blowing  dramatic kisses as Lexa had blushed and speed walked away towards the subway line. Clarke had plans to head to her own campus later in the day, to work on her capstone art project. Lexa thinks longingly of home, and dinner, and hopefully Clarke in a bathtub, with lots of bubbles, and maybe a bottle of wine. 

Reinvigorated to finish the chapter and head home, Lexa props her chin in her hand as she continues to read, uncapping her highlighter between her teeth as the neon tip hovers over the page. She has almost touched the marker to the page when the doors fling open with a bang. Market cap still firmly clamped between her teeth, Lexa absently glances up to try and see who has barged into the quiet study room. 

Lexa almost inhales top of the highlighter as she spots a fuming blonde stormcloud marching her way, Clarke’s face drawn in a fierce frown. She’s decked out in paint-splattered coveralls, a smear of green paint marring a flushed pinked cheek. 

Lexa spits out the marker cap, raising halfway out of her seat as Clarke slams down her backpack, ignoring how heads across the room raise curiously to peek at the newcomer. 

“Clarke, what-” Lexa whispers urgently as she hovers her hands over Clarke’s figure, trying to ascertain if she’s hurt. Clarke slumps over with a huff, propping her head in her hands. She’s oblivious to the stares of the students around her. 

“Pike, that’s what,” Clarke hisses in a stage whisper as she packs away Lexa’s books into the worn black backpack hanging over Lexa’s chair, shoving them in with such ferocity that the wooden chair creaks in protest. “He fucking trashed my project, said I have to start it all over again! It’s due in two weeks!!”

The librarian looks over with a frown as Clarke snaps the International Law book shut so abruptly that the noise echoes. 

Lexa winces as she grabs her bookbag and her irate girlfriend, gently guiding her out past all of the students that turn their heads back to their work as the pair quickly leave the study room. 

Free of the librarian’s stare and the glares of her fellow students, Lexa brushes her hair out of her face as she turns to face her fuming girlfriend. The wooden door swings shut quietly behind them, the chill of the night settling in.  

“Are you ok, love?” 

Tears well in bright blue eyes as Clarke gazes up at Lexa, folding her arms around the slim frame as she burrows in for comfort. 

“Pike, he, he scraped my whole project,” Clarke managed to sniffle out through a massive sob. “He said it wasn’t what I should be angling for a capstone project and that it wasn’t my best work. What happens if I don’t get a job from this, Lex? What happens if I blow my shot?”

Lexa laces a hand behind Clarke’s neck, pulling her sweatshirt sleeve over her hand to swipe at the tears that were falling down Clarke’s cheeks in diamond trails. 

“Clarke, you have more heart and talent in your pinky than Pike has in his entire washed-up body. Don’t let him get in your head- you can do this. Why don’t we go home and order in?” 

Clarke tilts her head up, nosing under Lexa’s jaw as she thinks over her proposal. Lexa runs soothing hands over Clarke’s arms, pressing a kiss to the golden crown as she tries to infuse the action with as much love as possible. 

“Yes….as long as it can be from the Thai place on the corner?” 

“I’ll run you a bath before I go to pick it up,” Lexa promises as she tugs her down the block and towards home. “Let’s try and stay on the librarian's good side from now on, hmmm? I have two more years to get through, darling.”

Clarke’s laugh can be heard down the block as the girls walk hand in hand home. 

[awesome-opossum-after-hours]

stranger things rewatch details/thoughts pt 3 (s3 ep1-s3 ep8)

-El kept the baby mask from her sister and its up in her room!

- she also has a large poster of a bird on a beach

- the first store when they walk into Starcourt has a very creative name. "Camera Repair"

- the girl behind Max in the movie theater is MAD annoyed at them. they talk (before the movie starts), and she shushes them. they pass snacks, and she shushes them. rude

-the Scoops Ahoy menu sign quite literally calls it an "Ocean of Flavors"

-i wonder if Will remembers much of the events of s2, or at least the possesion/exorcism. it seems to flood back to him in the theater

-ah wait, Yurtle WAS relocated! totally forgot, could've sworn he was a goner.

-poor "lard-ass". hope he's okay

-Hopper's hatred of Mike is too funny I kinda hope it continues, even if he does loosen up

-god Hopper reminds me so much of my dad. he went as him for Halloween a few years back, and I was s3 El :)

-did Dustin follow Steve's advice in getting Suzie? pretend not to care?

-a buck 25 for a scoop of ice cream sounds fantastic

-a lot of cosplayers forget this with "Scoops Ahoy" Robin but the letters on the You Rule/You Suck board are multicolored. red underneath, black traced slightly off. in Graphics that's a technique used to create a 3D effect, and I'd like to think that was her intention bc she seemed that artsy :)

-God I adore how much you can see the amount of love in Hop's eyes when he's watching Joyce help a customer. when will someone look at me like that oml

-Joyce and Bob were watching Fraiser in the flashback

- Mike has some serious nerve telling the father of his girlfriend and the goddamn Chief of Police that he's a "lying piece of shit"

-Max calls Lucas "Don Juan" 🥺

-if you watch the first Russian message scene with English captions it gives away what it says lmao

-Hopper joyfully singing along to You Don't Mess Around With Jim owns my heart

-Steve already HAD chesthair in s3. you can see it if he leans over in the Scoops uniform ;) do with that what you will

-Lucas is continuing his streak of winning Max back after her dumping him. 6 and 0

- when El and Max are playing the spying version of Spin the Bottle, the people on the wheel are Dustin, Mr Clarke, Mrs Wheeler, Mr Wheeler, Steve, Nancy, and (of course) Billy

- Will's persona of "Will the Wise" is a LOT more assertive than he normally is. bet that'll come in clutch in s5

- Hopper has no shame opening the door in just a towel lmao

- happy screams...

-Max using the iconic 80s phrase "ugh, gag me with a spoon!"

- I completely forgot the whole "Dustin wanting Steve and Robin to date" thing happened before s4

-Robin was apparently a theater kid (which made her "weird" in the Old Steve's standards). she also played soccer

-still not over how Mike and Lucas mock Will's DnD game and act all bored with it and then continue to play DnD really seriously in high school

-the whole "Robin being a lesbian and Steve her emotional support himbo" decision really WAS last minute bc there's a few hints pretty early in the season that would normally lead to 2 characters eventually falling in love (aka- on the rooftop of Starcourt when they have to duck down to avoid the Russians, Steve and Robin do the whole "unintentionally holding hands in danger" thing)

-the way Billy is standing and acting in the scene in Heather's house is INSANELY similar to Henry Creel in the rainbow room (down to the creepy smile and the hands clasped in front)

-Hopper breaks the mayor's nose. guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, blood relation or not

- "if you die, I die" - said Dustin, with total seriousness, to Steve. this better NOT be foreshadowing

-when El wears Sarah's hairtie as a bracelet, it covers up her number tattoo

-oh my GOD Jonathan getting whacked with the hospital stool looked WAYYYYY more brutal than I remember... how the hell did he not get paralyzed

-at first i thought that Hopper's eventual escape route from the machine explosion was adding afterwards for Plot Armor, but that's not true! when the Scoops Troop is running from the Russians they take the same escape route underneath the machine

-the door out to Murray's wonderful little "backyard" says "Keep Door Closed"

-I don't blame Alexei, cherry slurpees are far superior to strawberry

-Erica being a total math genius is something that HAS to be brought up again

-when Robin spits in the Russian's face, he says "you're going to regret that, suchka". suchka, translating in the subtitles as "little bitch"

-after the hospital, everyone must've taken a well needed shower before heading to Hop's cabin

-i would die for Karen Wheeler's FunFair dress

-can we talk about the fact that other than El, Dustin is the only kid to ever K1LL SOMEONE??? I mean maybe he just got wiped out but that Russian doctor looked very not alive

-did Todd ever get his car back

-the answer is hopefully no. screw Todd, Steve's her daddy now

-I think if I had to choose one of these monsters to NEVER have to fuck with ever it'd be the flesh monster. sure Vecna can kill you from your own mind but something about fighting melted humans/rats feels so very wrong and traumatizing

-Steve's been in a vehicle poorly driven by children twice

-if Joyce doesn't stick to this Detective Byers plan in s5 I'm gonna cry

-also I need to physically SEE the Enzo's date, even if it's a flashback

-Dustin and Erica staying at the hill means that they had no way of knowing if the Griswold Family was alive, or whether or not Steve and Robin were headed on a su1c1de mission

-I'd be shittin me britches if i was in that mall no lie

- the flesh monster mind flayer must have some sort of eyes in its tentacles because it tried to catch a mannequin that was wearing El's outfit

-662608004 was the code Murray wrote, but the real password was 662607004. all he got wrong was the 7. come on Bald Eagle

-they straight up left Max, El, and Mike at the mall

-according to Hopper, gunfire is the universal language for "EVERYBODY OUT!"

-Max and Billy lived on 4819 Cherry Hill Lane

-on that TV ad, when they suggest a rise in Satanism is cursing the town, they zoom in on a Dungeon Master's Handbook

-the epilogue says it's 3 months after the 4th of July, AKA October. but it's implied that the party is still just them, so maybe they joined the Hellfire Club in the middle of the year

-Dustin doesn't wear his hat when he's sad

-someone actually bought the Byers' house. fuck that, man I'd firmly believe it's cursed

-was El staying in Will's room? because she's seen packing up her stuff but the Byers only had a 3 bedroom house

-we all know that Steve wears lipgloss this season but I'm also convinced that Mike is in the epilogue

-Mike didn't seem to enjoy that goodbye kiss as much as he was expecting...

[emisirrelevant]

WE ARE THE TIGERS/WATT WEEK DAY 4

HAPPY WATT WEEK DAY 4!!!

Today’s prompt is: Pom poms up

Continuing with my contributions for the week, as this is a lyric from Shut Up and Cheer, I will give my song commentary and analysis of it.

The fact I have been in Eva’s place before actually (minus the people dying, but the drama, OH GOD. Yes, I can confirm even SWIM TEAM can have drama. And not the drama in the musical theater way)

•”In a room full of people who have clearly mad bad choices, I may be the stupidest one here”

•Now WOAH WOAH WOAH. There’s so much to say here.

•FIRST, I LOVE THIS LINE. What a BANGER opening line

•PRESTON MAX ALLEN KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING COMING UP WITH THIS OKAY?

•It says a LOT in one line

•effective ways to start a song: be Eva in WATT

•Also just Sydney Parra. That’s all.

•Finally, I just realized could this lyric still technically work if you swapped “people” and “choices”?

•“in a room full of choices who have clearly made bad people” idk 😂

•”Cause having heard the stories, and knowing all the drama” Eva my beloved come here I will give you all the hugs

•”I still said I’d join the murder squad this year” Omg an alternative title for WATT? “Murder Squad the Musical”

•and technically if we’re getting logical Riley is the main agent because Reese k wording Clark was an accident but yeah okay anyway

•”I swore that lightning won’t strike twice, and surely this is all under control” oh honey- YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING

•”This school costs more than I can say, they straight up comped me 60k” HONEY THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN THE WARNING SIGN/FIRST RED FLAG

•”but also I’m afraid I sold my soul” Never would I have thought to comment here and make a connection to Faust but curse that one college course that made me read Faust- I have a feeling Eva would hate Goethe too

•”So I can say no this shit is insane” THE WAY SHE ADDS A BIT OF A GROWL ON “SHIT”

•”Or I can keep my cool and stay in my lane” ME when there was drama on my swim team and I was not living for it and just trying to live my own life

ARE WE READY FOR THE NEXT PART??

AH HERE IT COMES

AND PUT MY POM POMS UP, OH I RA RA RAH AND DISAPPEAR, SHUT UP AND CHEER

•“They won’t even know that I am here” In other situations I would say oof Eva deserves to shine for sure, I mean yeah she only gets like this song but yeah I understand she was the new girl so she only just got there but it makes sense to me and I’m glad Preston put in in the album because it gives us HER perspective like “do you ever look at someone and wonder what is going on inside their head” also maybe it’s a good thing Eva was masking because imagine if Riley went after her next

•”I have worked so hard for so much less” OOOOOOOH TOO RELATABLE, RELATABLE LINE ONCE AGAIN

•”I think maybe every high school is a mess” Eva you couldn’t be more real in this song I swear

•”you want a little structure, you just want a smaller class size, and somehow you have ended up in hell” can also confirm

•”if everyone seems crazy maybe I’m the one who’s crazy” Eva is just so real

•also quick psa, on a musical side note, I LOVE THE PIANO MELODY/RYTHYM IN THIS SONG!!

•”and all of them are doing really well” girl you’re probably the most stable one here tbh

•”or see these goddamn girls won’t get in my way” I kind love how she sings this line, tbh part of me feels like she’s letting some inner Riley out

•“shut up and cheer and back awaaaaaAAAAAaaaAay” YES EVA SING

•”complicated god I know it, I’m afraid but I won’t show it” also a mood

•”I can pray that they’ll outgrow it” Well thank god most of them did (rip we’ll never know about Chess and Farrah if they lived tho)

•”take a chance and make it through the year” LOVE how the instrumental builds up through this section

•”get in the clear” I’m sensing the double meaning here

•”And say that life’s not fair, oh I’ve so been there” who hasn’t tbh

•“Shut up and cheer ready ok”

EVA MY BELOVED. My favorite real icon and to think it started from just delivering pizza. This whole song is just one giant mood. I love it.

[universalzones]

Sibling's

Tangle was trying to resist the urge to show the massive headache that she was getting as her brother Clark went on and on about his position at the car dealership he was working at along with all the money he mad. "Hey, not to down play your job or anything, though maybe we can talk about something else?" The lemur would want to talk about anything else at this point.

Clark simply looked at Tangle before shrugging. "So, what's the deal with that cute little wolf you work with? She single?"

This was SO much worse than hearing about Clark's job. "Bro, trust me when I say this, you try to even wink at Whisper she'll break your jawline." Tangle knew her brother, and he was so far from Whisper's type it wasn't even funny. He was arrogant, talks about himself way too much, and kinda a dick. If anything the wolf might just put him in the hospital.

"Come on, you have to be overexaggerating. Not to mention what lady can resist me?" Clark had a degree, a high paying job, and was certainly on the good looking side. Not to mention he's never met a girl who's turned him down yet.

"Anyone that an IQ above two," Tangle said, smirking at her brother crossing his arms and glaring at her. "Just saying, all the ladies I've see ya date didn't have much in the brains department. Easy to hook up with someone who can't even solve two times two. You ain't as smooth as you think you are." The lemur would lean back in her chair and place her foot on the table.

"So you did ask that in front of mom and dad on purpose! I knew it!" Clark was still rather bitter as mom chewed him out for dating someone who didn't even make it through college. How she found that out, he still had no idea.

"Not really. I was trying to lead into a joke about fish, though then she kinda ruined it by saying twenty." Tangle remember that night and how she had to fight every fiber in her body to keep herself from even letting out a little chuckle. Way funnier than the fish joke she was trying to show up.

"Whatever," Clark said, crossing his arms seeming more than a bit annoyed. "At least I have an actual job instead of running around playing hero who dropped out of college."

"Oh? Then what's all this here?" Tangle asked, pulling out a sizable amount of rings from her vest pocket much to Clark's surprise. "That's right, the Diamond Cutter's is an official government job with a paycheck and benefits." The lemur felt awfully smug to have a one up on her brother for once. And her family always said she'd amount to nothing. "And I'm not playing hero. How many giant crazy metal dragons or shapeshifting mercenaries have you beat?"

Clark wanted to retort, though for once didn't have one so huffed and slouched in his chair with his arms still crossed. "Fine, I will concede you have a legit job, though that's it. Doesn't change the fact before you were running around not really doing anything."

"I think someone's jealous I became famous." Tangle wasn't lying either as she was know all around Mobius now. Even if that wasn't why the lemur did it she just HAD to take the chance to rub it in her brothers stupid smug face.

"That's it, I'm leaving," Clark said, getting up and leaving the room in a hurry. It seemed he hated to be outdone by his little sister given how she never took anything seriously, dropped out of college, and goofed around for a few years being the 'Hero of Spiral Hill'

Tangle was rather shocked Clark stormed out of the room, though she wasn't going to complain as now she didn't have to talk to him. "Win for Tangle," the lemur said to herself as she places her hands behind her head and leans back in the chair a bit more.

[razorsadness]

Transfer to Red & Brown Line trains at Belmont.

III. Filia and I were at Clarke’s for two reasons. One being that it was air-conditioned, and my apartment wasn’t, and Chicago was in the middle of the sort of heatwave that sends the whole city feral with madness and crime. The other being that there was nowhere else to go. And as much as I bitched about it (all the Belmont kids did), if you went to Clarke’s, odds were you’d run into someone you knew, or meet someone new, and your night would end up being more interesting than it would’ve been otherwise. So Filia and I were there, worn-out and hungover, fortifying ourselves with caffeine and over-salted fries before we headed back to my place to begin another night of booze and no- sleep. We were half-working on our comic, half-looking out the window at the hot night, summer in the city, all the drunks and punks and drag queens stumbling or strutting by. And then someone I knew walked past the window, and waved at me. Schuyler. I turned to Filia and made a face, sort of a grimace mixed with a roll of my eyes. Schuyler and I had a complicated friendship. On one hand, I thought she was so fucking cool—her sloppy DIY haircuts and stick and poke tattoos, the badass fanzine she wrote, and her ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. How she drank in public, even when underage, not caring about getting caught. How, in the Kokomo days, she was just as likely to do whip-its in front of everyone as she was to stand in the middle of the cafe, belting out a David Bowie tune. Despite my admiration, or maybe because of it, I didn’t know how to act around her. I was always trying to think of conversation topics she’d find interesting, but when we got into a conversation she’d often come out with some bizarre opinion that—while never anything reprehensible—was usually one I disagreed with. But I felt like I couldn’t come back with a rebuttal, or she’d think I was a dork. Or, I’d be telling her about something I’d done, seen, experienced, and she’d come back at me with her own, even cooler experience, in a way that seemed, to me, like an attempt at oneupmanship.

That night, Schuyler sat herself at the booth backing up to ours, and stuck her head over the partition. “Hey Jess,” she said. “Hey.” “Oh, you’re working on a comic?” “Yeah,” I said. “I’m writing it and Filia’s drawing it. It’s gonna go in the next issue of my zine.” Schuyler sat back down in her booth. A few minutes later, she popped back up. “I just drew this,” she said, and handed me a page torn from her notebook, on which she’d drawn an evil pig-man. “You should put it in your zine.” “Oh, uh... thanks. If I have room, I will,” I said, though I had no intention of doing so. Then the waitress came by and took Schuyler’s order, and for a while after that she seemed engaged in doing her own thing, so I thought Filia and I were in the clear. We started talking about a Chicago band we both liked, and how hot the lead singer, Andy, was. I told Filia that I hadn’t even met him properly, but he’d kissed me once, sorta, much to my boyfriend’s chagrin. “Yeah,” I said, “we were leaving the show that night and Andy was hanging out near the door, drinking and chatting with folks. As we passed by, I said ‘Great set!’ or something like that. He grabbed my hand like he was gonna shake it, but instead he pulled me closer to him and planted a kiss on my cheek, right near the side of my mouth. And of course I giggled about it the rest of the night, and of course Ben was pissed.” I took a sip of my coffee. “Anyway. I’ve decided that next time I see Andy, I’m gonna grab him and kiss him. For real, this time.” Schuyler stuck her head over the partition again. She’d heard our entire conversation. “You should totally do that. Andy’s a slut. He’ll make out with anyone, especially when he’s wasted...and he’s always wasted. I’ve made out with him a couple times!” There she went again, with that oneupmanship. I rolled my eyes at Filia. A little while later, we paid our check, and headed out into the sticky-hot Stinking Onions night. I said ‘bye’ to Schuyler as we left, and hoped I wouldn’t see her again for a while.

Years later, I came to see Schuyler in a different light. Some people who’d known me back then told me that they’d found me intimidating. “I never knew how to talk to you, or how to act around you,” these people said. “I thought you were too cool for me. You were such a badass punk, I could never hope to compare.” And I told them that any cool, tough exterior I’d put on was a cover for the dorky, fucked-up mess I was inside. And then I thought: Shit. Maybe that was Schuyler’s deal, too. Maybe she put on a tough, cool exterior to hide her own inner fucked-up dork. Maybe all her batshit opinions and ‘guess what I did!’ interjections weren’t her being an egotistical asshole, but were her attempts to impress me. And then I got sad thinking we could’ve been great friends, if we’d been able to admit all that to each other at the time.

As for Andy? The night I finally met him for real, half a year or so after that night at Clarke’s, was also the night I met the rest of his band and crew. And I didn’t make out with him—I fell in love with his brother, instead.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “Belmont Vignettes” (Reckless Chants #27, 2023)