#broke the eyebrows rule in one of the pics...

[clowningly]

Bastard

[mochegato]

How to Pass a Background Check with Flying Colors

“You remember the rules, right?” Alya asked for what had to be the fifth time that night.  She set down the lip gloss she was supposed to be applying for Marinette to level a pointed look at her.

Marinette rolled her eyes and grabbed the lip gloss to apply herself.  She was not going to let any doubts get to her.  She was far too excited about this date.  She hadn’t been this excited about a date since… well, honestly, she couldn’t remember when.  But Jason was absolutely amazing.  He was everything she never even let herself dream about because it was too unlikely.

When he’d approached her in the café to ask her about her book while she waited for her coffee, she almost tripped.  And she hadn’t even been moving.  He was funny, charming, smart, quick witted, spoke fluent French, and it didn’t hurt that he was ruggedly handsome, looking every bit the bad boy his personality didn’t seem to be.

They’d spoken for well over an hour that first day and it would have been longer if Juleka hadn’t interrupted to remind her they were supposed to be meeting for her dress fitting.  Thankfully, he was far more confident than her because while she was too scared to ask him for his number, he had no such compunctions, asking for her number and a date.

So, yeah, she was excited for this date.  But she wasn’t stupid.  They barely knew each other.  She didn’t even know his last name, let alone what he was capable of.  And she could protect herself and Tikki could assist, but Jason was easily three times as big as her.  His thighs were beautifully the size of her head.  If he wanted to hurt her, he might only get one hit in, but with his chest and biceps as beautifully sculpted and bulging as they were, it would only take one hit to do serious damage.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give Alya attitude for being even more paranoid than she was.  “Yes, maman,” she snarked.

Alya grabbed the lip gloss back aggressively and tossed it in Marinette’s purse.  “Hey!  Check the attitude.  You know I just do it because I love you.”  She gave Marinette a pointed look but was only able to hold it for a few moments before both of them broke into giggles and playful shoves that didn’t stop until the buzzer sounded.

Their heads whipped toward the door and Marinette let out an excited squeal while Alya let out a long breath to psych herself up.  “Okay, game time.  Let’s meet Prince Charming,” she cheered and passed Marinette’s purse to her.

Marinette grinned at her and barely grabbed the bag before she rushed out the door.  “Bonne soirée, Jason!”  She lifted up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

He took a moment to respond, just staring at her dazedly for a few seconds.  “Bonne soirée, Marinette.  You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.  You look amazing too.”  She grinned brightly up at him, getting lost momentarily in his eyes until Alya cleared her throat behind her.  “Oh, right.  Sorry.  Jason, this is my friend Alya.  Alya, this is Jason.”

Jason stepped forward, hand extended.  “Nice to meet you, Alya.”

She shook his hand with a polite smile.  “Nice to meet you too.”  She looked quickly between the two before widening her smile.  “You two look so cute!” Alya cooed loudly.  “Can I get a picture of you by the motorcycle?”  She motioned toward the bike, herding them into position near the back of the bike.

Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced around them quickly as he took a step towards the bike, noting the way the light darkened the closer they got to the light.  He took a few more steps before freezing suddenly and turning around.  “Oh!  This is the background or Proof of Life pic,” he exclaimed loudly.  “Oh, got it.”

Marinette and Alya looked at each other anxiously, but he nodded excitedly like he was proud of himself for putting the pieces together and started reaching into his pocket.  “Yeah, why don't you go ahead and take a picture of my license plate.  Here's my ID.  Go ahead and take a picture of that.”  He handed the ID over to Alya, who took it tentatively, but did exactly as he suggested and handed it back to him, sending furtive, confused glances over to Marinette the entire time.

“But, you know, those records can all be faked pretty easily,” he noted casually while he tucked his ID back into his wallet.  “They’re pretty easy to manipulate.  It’s better to look up my name.  It’s harder to fake a bunch of news articles.”

Marinette blinked at him.  He wasn’t wrong, but she hadn’t been expecting him to know that.  Most people didn’t.  But that wasn’t the part that concerned her the most.  “Bunch of news articles?”

He shrugged and let out a helpless noise, almost too nonchalantly.  “When you do the background check you're probably going to find out have a charge for manslaughter.”

Alya chuckled at his joke but was already looking up his full name, now that she finally had it, before he finished his sentence.  Her fingers were moving like lightning as she pulled up any and all mentions of ‘Jason Todd’ in the French or American news (just to start, she would widen her search later if she didn’t find anything there), her paper’s backlogs, and police records.

Marinette gave him an exasperated look.  He clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with.  He was playing with fire.  “Don’t say things like that to her, it’ll just set her o…”

A screech interrupted her sentence and Marinette and Jason whipped around to look at her; Marinette with an expression of shock and Jason one of resignation.  “You’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” she shrieked.

“You are?” Marinette asked, turning to Jason, eyes wide in surprise.  In all their conversations, he had never mentioned his family, almost like he was intentionally avoiding the subject.  She guessed that must be why.

“What is it with you and rich men’s sons?” she snickered without looking up from her phone.

“Oh?” Jason asked, fixing her with a teasing gaze.

“What the… You were serious!” Alya screeched before Marinette could respond.

Marinette turned back to her again, trying to construct what was going on through eye contact with Alya, but her eyes were trained incredulously on Jason.  “What?” Marinette asked.  Alya angled the phone toward her without taking her eyes off Jason.

Marinette only read the headline and the first few sentences before turning her uncertain, hurt gaze to Jason.  He held his hands up.  “In my defense, that guy had been and currently was trafficking little kids into the sex trade.  He had seven little girls in his warehouse when I stopped him.”

Alya and Marinette slowly looked back down to Alya’s phone and scrolled further down on the article.  “Yeah.  Yep.  That's what it says,” Alya nodded, still reeling from the revelation.

“And he attacked me.  I tried to deescalate.  The charges were dropped. Thank you.  And made sure the girls didn’t see anything,” he insisted earnestly.

Alya scrolled down further.  “Uh huh.  Okay.  Yeah.  Says that too.”

Marinette blinked a few times at the article before she was able to find her words.  “You warned us about the manslaughter but were hoping we wouldn’t find out about the Bruce Wayne thing?”

He scoffed and leaned back on the seat of the motorcycle; legs stretched languidly in front of him.  “I’m not embarrassed about the manslaughter charge.”  He paused and bobbed his head to the side in consideration.  “Well, no, I’m a bit embarrassed I got caught, but I stand behind what I did.  Being associated with Bruce though…” he shuddered violently.  “If there was one thing I could scrub from my record…”

Alya looked over to Marinette, having a silent conversation with her.  Marinette looked between her and Jason a few times then shot her a determined nod and sent Jason a brilliant smile.  “Right, well, we're going to be late if we don't go and I was really excited to try this restaurant.  See you later Al,” she chirped and slung her leg over the seat behind Jason who returned her smile, just as brightly and handed her a helmet.

Alya nodded and waved her off.  “Have a good time!  Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”  She paused for a moment to consider her words before continuing louder.  “Actually, do far less than I would do.  And Jason?”  She waited until he looked at her before continuing, pointing a warning finger at him.  “If you feel the need to do something like that again, give me a call.  I'm a reporter.  I can use the story.  Have fun kids!”

The roar from the engine of Jason’s motorcycle filled the street, only drowned out by the delighted laughter from the passengers.

[silent-raven13]

Things about Smartphones

(Miles and Hobie are dating, Miles 17 and Hobie is 18.)

Gwen got her smartphone out with Pavtri taking selfies. "We look so hot." Gwen giggles.

Pavtri giggles being on his Smartphone, "For real."

Hobie sat between them getting photos from left and right from these advance technology. His eyes squint at the filters being a completely different person, "Oi, innit a bit weird to have that on? My lips always been lip and they made it so weird."

"They're called duck lips, Hobie." Gwen did the famous duck lip pouts, "A lot of girls in my world have silicone fillers to get this look."

"My world too!" Pavtri did the pose too as he got a photo.

"Ugh," Hobie scowls, "Body dysmorphia must be a popular thing then! That's how the industry gets to you. You hater yer'self and spend a bit of money for it."

"It's fun, Hobie. Look! See no lips filter!" Gwen laughs at the filter where Hobie's lips went super small making him look freaky.

Pavtri broke down laughing, "Ew, that's so weird! Oh my gawd, my lips! Ah, that's so weird!" He saw himself with the filter.

Hobie let out a low chuckle, "These mini tellies."

Then, Pavtri's smartphone ding, he got a text from his girlfriend. "Oh that's my beloved Gayatri!" He opens it then his face went red, quickly hiding the screen on his Smartphone in his chest. "Ohh!"

"What?" Gwen asked.

Hobie arched his eyebrow, "What did she send, bruv?"

"Um... nuthin'..." Pavtri's brown skinned slowly turning bright red, his face heating up.

"Ohhhh! I see," The blond teenager girl giggles with delight, "She sext you, huh?"

Hobie looks confused, "Huh?" Sexting, what is that? He knows what sex is but Sexting? The look on Gwendy's face, it had to be something dirty.

"Sexting, Hobie. Pav's girl probably send some nudes to him by the looks of it. Right?" She giggles having to playfully pat the Indian Spider-man's wide back. "Are you gonna send her one? You know, the rule of thumb!"

"Umm... I have to use the restroom!" He quickly got up being stiff as a board, "I'll be back soon."

This causes Gwen to burst out laughing out loud, "Oh man, my stomach!" She wraps her arms around her stomach having to hug the pain, "Hahaha, Pavtri is so gonna try to send her a dick pic."

"What-what?" Hobie asked being so confused about this. "Gwendy, darling... what is sexting?"

"Ohh," She wipe a tear away from her eyes, then blinks a couple of times, "That's right! You don't know! Miles never told you." He shook his head no.

"Oh. Alright, um... sexting is when a couple sent photos of suggestive photos of themselves... like nude pics."

"And that's sexting? Nude pictures?"

"Yeah, so for example Pav's girlfriend sent him a suggestive photo of her- I dunno anything sexy or a picture of her privates- It could be anything to be honest! Sexy poses, or boob pics or wearing lingerie." Gwen went on, "Anyway, same thing goes for guys. You send dick pics on your smartphone to the person your with- it's to keep the relationship spicy. A lot of teenagers in our world do it, but adults do it too. It's pretty normal stuff."

"And the rule of thumb?" Hobie asked.

"Oh normally when you send nudes to your partner, the partner that receives it have to send one within minutes. It shows you care and evens it out. I'm surprise Miles never told you this."

"No, I never heard of it, but now, I know." A sly smirk spread across his face.

Huh oh... looks like Gwen unleashed a very devious thought for the punker.

Miles was relaxing up high on the building after patrolling his city, then his phone was vibrating like crazy. "What the?" He took out his Smartphone while eating a Jamaican patty to have something in his stomach. His mask rolled up showing his lower face.

He unlock his phone the next thing he knows, he choked on his snack from the dick pic his boyfriend send him.

Hobie: Hey, Sunflower. Guess what I found out today 😈🫣😏

-Hobie sends multiple pics of his dick and nudes-

Miles coughing up the pieces of Jamaican patty, his hand almost let his phone fell until he quickly caught it. His face heated, lips nervously pressed, is he blushing? These photos got him turning mad bashful.

Miles: HOBIE! Who told you about sexting? 😭😭😭😭

Hobie: Gwendy! 🤭 Why u didn't tell me about this? Now, where's my pic? 🧐

Miles mentally cursed at Gwen. One of the reasons he didn't tell his man about sexting his punker plays too much. He always do the most, and seeing how he got over twenty pictures of nude, his boyfriend won't stop now.

Miles: What pic?

Hobie: Your supposed to send me some! Gwendy said it's the rulezz

Miles: Since when you believe in RULES!?!?!?!

Hobie: 😰 but luv.... 😭 where's me pics?

Miles bites his bottom lip, he can't be sending dick pics, now! He's Spider-man!

Miles: Bae, i promise, later. Right now, I'm busy.

Hobie: 😭

Miles: You caught me at a bad time.

Hobie: Then, I'll send you more! You owe me 20.

Miles: 20? You're wildin' Hobie. I'ma send you one picture!

Hobie: Y 🥺 u don't love me?

Miles: 🥹 this is my first time doing this.

Hobie: 😲 Oh! Then I'll be fine with one nude pic, luv. I wanna see your beautiful body.

Miles feels his face being flustered: Okay, bae. Tonight I'll send you one.

Hobie: 🥰😘 can't wait luv!

Later that night, Miles stood in the mirror in his room to look at his outfit. He had on Hobie's battle vest wearing a Looney Tunes boxer shorts, being shirtless. He nervously took his photo making a basic selfie stance.

Miles sends the pic: Hope you like it. I'm not comfortable with sending nudes, yet. Is it okay if you can wait for me?

Miles set his phone down while laying on his bed. Now, he waits for his boyfriend's response.

Earth 138B

Hobie came from his bathroom brushing his teeth, he saw his multiverse Smartphone light up on a new message. "Oh?" He muffles through brushed his teeth, the toothbrush right on his tongue. He wore pajama pants while being shirtless showing off tattoos and his piercings: one belly button piercing, two nipple piercings, and dermal back piercings.

His thumb swipes to unlock his Smartphone- Hobie chokes on the foaming tooth paste having his whole body froze into typewriter errors, newspaper warnings and so much texts being distorted while turning bright pink like a light up lamp. He quickly washes his mouth before he went to his room to look back at the photo his Sunflower sent.

His beautiful Sunflower wearing his battle vest jacket being shirtless, and loose boxer shorts. He never looked so cute to him. His hand cover his mouth being so flustered he needed to hide his shy smile. "So adorable." He mutters.

What takes the cake, his sweet Sunflower told him he wasn't ready for full nudes. This made Hobie even more in love with him. The thought of Miles asking him to wait for him! Ugh, that means their relationship will last longer and it made him more hopefully for the future.

Back on Earth1610

Miles saw a massive portal opening up from his ceiling and Hobie dropped down to snuggle against him. "You cheeky, lil minx!: He playfully kisses his Sunflower' neck and blew raspberries into his neck.

"HAhaha! Hobie, bae! What did I do?" Being in shock by his punker's actions.

"You sent a naughty pic!" Hobie kisses him. Miles let out a cute giggle letting his boyfriend get on top of him as they make out.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Dick Awards

Rowan Week day 7: Aelin admiring Rowan

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned

Warnings: language, NSFW (very), accidental use of hallucinogens, 64 mentions of the male genitalia and a lot of male sexual objectification

Word count: 6,8k

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Thousands of likes. Rowan had joined this out of pity, and this fucking tweet had thousands of likes already.

RULES

- No minors allowed

- DM this account your dick pic

- To avoid scams, the picture must contain #DickAwards on handwriting. Can be in any way from body paint to holding a post-it note, but digital writing won’t be allowed.

“Did you submit your dick?” Aelin said from behind his ear.

Startled, Rowan jumped on his seat and choked on his breakfast. Trying to recompose himself, he asked, “What the fuck, Ace?”

She smirked. “I’m sorry, is Rowan Junior too sensitive for this topic?”

“We’re not talking about this.”

“About the Dick Awards, Rowan Junior, or Rowan Junior in Dick Awards?”

Rowan opened his mouth and closed again, shocked by her bluntness. “Neither!”

Damn Fenrys and his stupid Twitter contest. Rowan sent a picture of his cock just to protect his friend’s feelings in case the event flopped, but it quickly became the talk of the campus. Thankfully, Aelin had no idea Fenrys was the one behind Dick Awards, neither would she know who owned each dick. One small blessing, at least.

She sat on the table and started eating the breakfast he made her, but her face was still filled with mirth. “I think you’re in the contest.”

Rowan’s pulsed immediately picked up. “How would you know that?”

Aelin leaned back and crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, but it’s easier for you to avoid the subject than to lie to me.”

His cheeks were probably red by now, but he didn’t balk. Rowan might not know how to lie to his roommate, but he was damn good at being stubborn. “We’re not talking about this, and I have ways to make sure of it.”

Still chewing, she raised an eyebrow in question.

It was his time to lean back in triumph now. “I did buy a lot of leafy vegetables that could go into your lunchbox—“

“You wouldn’t dare!” Aelin slapped both of her hands on the table, gaping, and Rowan did his best not to smile.

Turns his effort was fruitless. He smiled, hoping he didn’t look too silly, because Rowan could never hide how he felt about Aelin, his only luck lying on the fact that she never picked up on that. Her being a picky eater was just one of the many things he’d judge if it was any other person. But since it was Aelin, he even found that habit endearing.

Aelin looked at the watch they kept in the kitchen and sighed.

“Can you make those sandwiches with the cheese spread we ate last night?”

Rowan nodded, and she got up to hug him from behind while he was still sitting. “Thanks.”

It was almost time for her to go collect some herbs Dr. Valg requested for their research. It was common sense that Maeve was a shit professor, but her work at the Doranelle’s Center for Psychedelic Medicine was groundbreaking enough for everyone to put up with her.

Rowan sunk in his seat just by the thought of having to see Maeve on the weekend. He wouldn’t usually mind the extra work, but their professor didn’t help, neither did his almost empty bank account. They were broke like every student, but he and Aelin had a better situation than most from their program because his Uncle Ellys let them live in his old apartment practically for free.

His friends always teased him for not charging Aelin to live there, but Rowan didn’t mind it. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him.

~~

The students had a break room with a small fridge for themselves near the lab, and it was packed with Rowan’s own lunchboxes. The extra snacks were for when he and Aelin needed to stay longer than usual, which was pretty common, but he was well aware that Fenrys often stole their food. Not that his friend tried to keep it a secret, but Rowan refused to assume he was also cooking for Fenrys, of all people.

The sandwich Aelin requested wasn’t in the fridge because she wouldn’t like if it was cold. It was the first one Fenrys went for when he arrived.

Rowan slapped his hand. “That’s Aelin’s.”

Fenrys sat on the couch near him and sighed. “I want you to be in love with me so bad.” Rowan frowned, not that it’d stop Fenrys. “I mean, I’d get free rent, a free cook—“

“That’s enough—“

“You even have a great dick, not that she’s using that for anything—“

“That’s. Enough,” Rowan said through gritted teeth this time, his voice a lot more stern.

Fenrys’s eyes went wide. “Dude! You have a great shaft. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the quickest way to change the subject in a way that wouldn’t encourage Fenrys to annoy him further.

His friend snickered and continued, “It’s about Aelin, then. Now you should be embarrassed. She’s been into you forever, man.”

Rowan sat on the couch too and sighed, knowing his friend would never let him be. About anything. “How could you even know that?”

“Because I know chicks. I know how they work.”

“No, you know how their vaginas work.”

“That too!” He winked. “I have many talents, Buzzard.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Fenrys smirked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, when Rowan beat him to it.

“How’s Dick Awards?”

Just like that, Fenrys’ thoughts switched paths.

“It’s great, man! I was doing just one thing, like the Miss Doranelle of dicks, but now there’s so many people I need to divide them into categories.”

Rowan snorted. “Like the Oscars of dicks?”

“Exactly!” And then he snatched his phone to show the preparations for the contest. Rowan had to give it to him, that level of organization was very unusual for Fenrys, his friend was fully dedicated to Dick Awards.

“Us dudes need to hype each other’s dicks up, man. Like that sisterhood thing, but for bros.”

Rowan snorted. Fenrys probably gathered that from one of the times Aelin lectured him about feminism. At least he was listening.

“I don’t need my dick being hyped up by another guy.”

“You shouldn’t open Twitter tomorrow, then,” Fen said with a troublesome smirk.

He paled. He wasn’t expecting all that repercussion from the event. To have the whole campus commenting on his cock, even if they didn’t know it was his. Definitely not on his bucket list. But Rowan had already sent his pic and consented to this, so he wouldn’t balk. He knew Fenrys would understand if he backed away, but it wasn’t like Rowan to back out after everything was said and done.

He was lost in his thoughts while Fen showed him his preparations. Large Dicks, Dicks on Steroids, In the Shower, Dicks With a Costume. Fenrys showed him every category imaginable, which made him wonder which one Rowan was in. His picture was pretty standard if compared to some dudes who did costumes, body art or special lightning.

“Which category is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a few cocks that looked... interesting.

“Cute dicks.”

Rowan’s eyebrows went wide “Is that your idea of hyping guys up?”

“Don’t worry, man. I have great plans for your dick.”

“Why do you have plans for Rowan’s dick?”

The two of them jumped on their seats, startled by Aelin’s sudden appearance.

Rowan’s heartbeat was racing. Where the fuck did she come from?

None of them knew what to say, and Aelin soon gathered that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to hear. Weary, she came closer, her eyes trained on them, until she snatched her sandwich and left the room.

This whole situation was far too awkward for any of them to utter a word.

Fenrys snorted a beat after Aelin closed the door. “I’d pay good money to be in her head right now.”

Cursing, Rowan got up and went after her. He had no idea how to explain whatever she was thinking, or even if he had an explanation for that. But he was almost sure she got upset, so Rowan needed to do something about it. That was how he worked.

Aelin was sitting on the large table on the lab, unwrapping her sandwich. He approached her, still not knowing what to say, and cleared his throat.

“Fireheart, I’m—“

“You don’t need to explain, really,” she answered with a smile, but something about it was off.

Rowan carefully weighted his options. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was damn sure he didn’t want her to learn about his participation in Dick Awards. But on the other hand, he hated to see her upset, and he now had a feeling he knew why she was like this. They never kept secrets from each other. Except for that one thing, that is.

He sighed, his mind made up and knowing he was doomed either way. “You can ask.”

Aelin bit his lip and looked down for a little before asking, “Are you and Fenrys...?”

“What?” He asked wide-eyed and slowly shook his head, confused. “You know I’m not into guys.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to... discover yourself after Fenrys.”

Aelin gently bit her sandwich, and Rowan could cry at how adorable she looked with those furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks.

“We’re not together. It’s not a...” He took a deep breath, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red too. “It’s a brohood thing” Rowan almost choked the last words out, recalling Fenrys’ sisterhood justification for Dick Awards.

Aelin choked on her own laughter and began to cough as an attempt to hide it. “He has great plans for your dick because you’re best bros?”

He slowly nodded, completely defeated. “That’s right.”

“Okay...” She took a deep breath to recompose herself. “I’m not sure I want to ask further.”

His cheeks flushed with the realization of what he just implied. What did she think Fenrys was going to do with Rowan’s cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He wouldn’t be keeping his dignity either way, so it was best to give up now that Aelin seemed pleased his answer.

Rowan could question why she was suddenly so interested in his sexual activities, but hoping once more would be too much for today. He sighed, tired of his own feelings, and quickly went back to the break room to grab something to eat.

Rowan always kept many lunchboxes ready for when they needed to stay late in the lab, so he just picked the first one he saw on the fridge and went back to eat it while he read some articles that’d help with his research.

The taste was a bit off and he wondered if it had gone bad, but Rowan was too upset to care about that.

He was reading and making a few notes when he noted one of the authors had a funny writing. Something about his choice of words had him quietly giggling.

“Ro, are you okay?” Aelin asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He smiled to soothe her worries. “Easy-breezy.”

She snorted and went back to work, and so did he.

Until he noticed a few of the pages were green. He didn’t see it when he first got the magazines, but he kinda liked this change. Green was a nice page color. Rowan looked at Aelin, and his Fireheart looked smokin’ hot with her hair all... hairy and her funny nose scrunched up in concentration. God, he loved the shit out of her.

Trying to get her attention, he threw a pencil at her. His aim wasn’t the best, but it was enough for her to notice him.

“What the fuck, Ro?”

“Did you like the green pages?”

She tilted her head. “What green pages?”

He smiled and turned the magazine so she could see. “The new green pages!”

Aelin’s eyes were so wide they looked funny. “They’re white.”

Rowan giggled. It was so her to prank him like this.

She slowly got up and walked towards him. Aelin looked around his desk and carefully studied his face. She was mostly tugging at his eyelids and moving his face around, but Rowan didn’t mind it. Her fingertips on his face were worth the not so gentle inspection.

“Did...” She looked around and whispered, “Did Fenrys give you a pot cookie?”

Rowan shook his head. “Don’t need, thanks. Just had a salad.”

She had both hands on her hips when Fenrys came in.

“Hey, Ace. I can’t find the herbs we collected today.”

Aelin sighed. “I put them in the...” and she frowned. And looked at Rowan’s empty lunchbox. Then looked at Fenrys again. Now she was gaping, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Fucking Mala.”

Fenrys tilted his head.

“I think...” she swallowed. “I think Rowan ate them.”

His friend gaped, and then started cackling so much it made Rowan giggle too. He liked Fenrys. Fenrys was fun. Not as fun as Aelin, but the boyo was cool.

“Are you telling me Rowan ate all of the hallucinogenic herbs for the research?”

She slowly nodded, but her shoulders were shaking, and then she started laughing too. They had a good moment of just laughing together, but then they heard high heels against the floor that made his friends freeze.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Valg barged into the room and asked between gritted teeth.

Fenrys began to give her a report about his tasks, and Aelin supplied with intakes here and there. Rowan just stayed sat, minding his own business. One would think he was reading his articles, but he was actually admiring the table. Now it was green too. It looked pretty, he thought.

“Okay, bring me the herbs.”

Fenrys swallowed. “They’re not available.”

Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just gave me a detailed report about bringing them.”

“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat and pointed at Rowan. “He ate them. Accidentally.”

“Are you telling me that Whitethorn.” Maeve took a deep breath and fisted her hands. “Whitethorn got high on my herbs, and you let him stay close to the very expensive equipment?”

He was watching it with an amused smile, but his friends were looking down and exchanging worried glances. He wondered why. Seeing Maeve upset was so fun. Without saying a thing, just the sight of her face gave him a good giggle.

Maeve’s face snapped back at him and she strode his way.

“Whitethorn! What the hell were you thinking?”

He tilted his head, confused.

She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you Whitethorn?”

“Me?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What’s your name again? I can never remember it.”

He frowned. That was a good question. He didn’t remember his name.

“I don’t know my name.”

Both Aelin and Fenrys hovered closer, their eyebrows pinched.

“What do you mean you don’t know your name?” Maeve asked through clenched teeth.

Aelin quaked, “Rowan, tell her your name!”

“But I don’t know my name!”

“Your name!” Maeve screamed.

He seethed, his eyes bulging. “I. Don’t. Know!”

Fenrys began to gesticulate a lot, a telltale sign of his worried state. “YOUR NAME’S ROWAN!”

“WHO’S ROWAN?”

“YOU’RE ROWAN!”

“IS THAT A RIDDLE?”

“OKAY, ENOUGH!” Aelin interrupted his and Fenrys’ shouting match by shouting stronger.

Confused by the commotion, Rowan screamed, “WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?”

“Because you can’t remember your fucking name!” Maeve said in an impatient tone, the veins on her forehead bulging.

“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s Rowan.”

They let out a collective sigh, and Aelin was the one who broke the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“Green.”

Maeve rolled her eyes, but it was true. Everything was green.

“Can anyone here who knows where Whitethorn lives take him home?”

“I can take him, we live together,” Aelin said while approaching Rowan’s desk to collect his things.

“Oh.” Maeve raised her eyebrows. “That’s not surprising.”

She winced. “Not like that! I mean—“

Maeve waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care, just take him.”

˜˜

There was a reason why Rowan was usually the one to drive.

Aelin liked to drive fast. Always cutting her way between the other cars and announcing too late that she was going to make a turn. But now that he thought about it, it was kinda cool. Rowan felt like he was in an action movie of sorts. It didn’t help with the dizziness he was feeling, but that part wasn’t Aelin’s fault.

There was something he needed to talk about with her, but Rowan couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He was trying to remember everything that happened today, until it clicked.

“I’m not letting Fenrys go anywhere near my dick, you know.” He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. “I wish I could tell you, but we decided to keep it a secret.”

“Oh.” She swallowed. “That’s fine, you really don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Aelin said in a defeated tone.

“We’re not having an affair!” He knew he’d decided not to tell her, but fuck that. Aelin was his best friend. She could know anything she wanted to. “Fenrys is the mind behind Dick Awards. I’m in the contest. That’s what we were talking about.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide, her arms rigid as she gripped the steering wheel. “You’re joking.”

Rowan giggled. “I wish I was.”

Her mouth opened and she seemed to freeze, until a harsh burst of air left her mouth, and Aelin laughed so much she was fighting to properly drive while her body tried to double over. Intoxicated by her howls, Rowan was laughing along.

The car stopped moving, and Aelin took a deep breath to recompose herself. She unfastened Rowan’s seatbelt, probably because he was a little confused by it earlier, and asked, “Are you ready to be forced into a nap, Buzzard?”

He grunted and let himself be led inside the building.

Rowan mentioned to cook something for them, but Aelin shoved a cereal bar into his hands before he could do anything. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him cook. He was perfectly fine, apart from a few remaining green spots in his vision. But if that was what she wanted, he could oblige for one afternoon.

She took him to his bedroom and gave him a change of clothes from his drawers, turning around and closing the curtains while he changed.

Rowan was already laid down when she sat by his side to say something, but he beat her to it.

“Did I ever tell you your eyes are prettier than the Blue Ribbon Eel?”

She smiled. “That’s your favorite eel.”

“But I still prefer your eyes.” And then this admission made his eyes widen. He didn’t want Aelin to think his feelings depended on her eyes. “I mean, not that you really need them. I’d still like you if you had no eyes.”

Chuckling, Aelin said, “Thanks! it’s good to know I’ll have someone to walk me around if I lose them.”

“I’ll happily walk you around anywhere. It’s my job.”

Aelin’s laughter abruptly ceased. “What do you mean?”

He had a blissful smile. “I knew we were soulmates even in grad school.” Looking deep inside her eyes, Rowan continued, “When you told me your favorite species of eel is the one I have tattooed.”

That earned him a smile, but something about it was off. “You’re high.”

He frowned. “But I still love the Blue Ribbon Eel—and you.”

Rowan noticed her eyes started watering, but she blinked it back. He frowned. That was not the response he was waiting for.

“Did I make you upset?”

Aelin kissed his cheek and tucked him in his covers. “I’m gonna let you sleep now.”

~~

Before Rowan opened his eyes, he already knew his head was pounding. Besides, the loud voices outside weren’t helping.

He risked taking a look at his phone, grimacing because of the light, but he saw it was already Sunday morning. Which meant he had slept for Mala knows how long.

His phone was filled with notifications, but the only thing he opened was the texts from Aelin.

>> hey buzzard

>> lys is coming over so we can vote on some dicks together

>> there’s water, meds and some crackers on your desk xx

Rowan slowly, very slowly came to a sitting position and saw everything was near his laptop, on top of some books. He ate and immediately went back to bed, staying until the painkillers kicked in.

Rowan managed to take a bath without being noticed and stayed in his bedroom, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The loud voices were still bothering him, but he didn’t have a headache anymore. Rowan just couldn’t get past the fact that his best friend was ten steps away, commenting on other men’s dicks with her friend.

Putting the book down, Rowan could hear the muffled sounds of a heated argument, so his curiosity got the best of him, and he went to see what was going on.

“Are you kidding me? Look at 350’s proportions! Length, girth, ball size, everything!” He could feel Aelin’s agitation just by the sound of her voice.

“I’m not a fan of the veins, though,” Lys argued back.

“How dare you.”

“I prefer dick 72.”

“Ew!” Aelin yelled, too wrapped up in the argument to notice his arrival.

Lysandra leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Come on, Ace. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pounce on that.”

“That’s the fucking point!” Aelin opened her arms and got up from the couch. “This is Dick of the Year, being pounceable is already required. So, would I pounce on dick 72? Sure. But this?” She pointed at the TV. “I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.”

And when Rowan looked at the direction Aelin was pointing, he saw his own dick displayed on the TV.

Every muscle he had felt tight, his chest included, and that was exactly when Aelin noticed his presence. She gaped at the same time Lys started cackling, completely different reactions to his discover of Aelin’s enthusiasm.

Aelin’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t balk. She showed him both pictures on the TV and said, “We need your input.”

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed again, before he walked away, shouting on his way, “I’m not commenting on other guys’ dicks!”

He closed the door a little more harshly than intended and got the hell out of his apartment.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Rowan walked around the block, completely lost in his own thoughts. All of them running around the same sentence.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He knew she didn’t mean it. He knew this contest didn’t mean anything, that this was an overstate. Still, hearing this from the girl he had been lusting after for years. Rowan had no idea how to feel.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He went window shopping around the neighborhood, bought some tea, sat on the park. Still, her words couldn’t leave his head.

Worse, they could’t leave the incessant rise of Rowan’s length against his pants. Each time he forced to think of something else, this situation only got worse.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to go home. Rowan didn’t even know the time because he forgot his phone, but this situation was unbearable. Completely, utterly unbearable.

The first thing Rowan noticed when he arrived home was that the girls weren’t in the living room anymore. Neither could he hear anything. A quick look at his phone told him they went to a bakery nearby, and Rowan’s posture immediately slumped.

He knew what he was about to do, and he didn’t like it. Actually, he liked it very much, which only made his guilt worse.

Rowan always felt bad after touching himself with Aelin in his mind, but whenever he did it, she found a way to sneak into his every fantasy. And the worst of all, every time she did, things were never soft.

He ran a shaky hand through his head. Aelin deserved so much better than living with a guy who fantasized unspeakable things about her while she was reading a book in the next room. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time he actually felt lighter after an orgasm, but his underwear was unbearably tight, and he still couldn’t get over what she said earlier today.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick, her words from before ringing inside his head like an annoying ad jingle.

Rowan unfastened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, his head tipped back. If only he could tell her—

He couldn’t.

Feeling the precum glistening already, Rowan slowly stroked himself, from the tip to the hilt, squeezing his fingers around his base. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and let himself imagine.

Aelin was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, because that was something she did. Rowan approached her from behind, kissing her neck, because that was something he did. He let a possessive hand slowly wander around her legs, because it was only fair after teasing him so much with them. When it got dangerously close to the spot she loved, Aelin turned around and sent him a sultry smile.

Rowan began to twist his hand while he pumped himself, but he was still going slow. He wanted to drag this one out.

After carrying Aelin to his bed, he dropped her there and didn’t spare a second before laying on top of her and kissing her whole. Rowan trailed luscious, passionate kisses, starting on her lips until he closed his mouth around her nipple. Eager, Aelin wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.

“Cocktease.”

She did it again and moaned. “You love it.”

And damn him, he did. Impatient, Rowan started to give wet kisses on the valley between her breasts. Aelin immediately picked up his intentions and tugged on the roots of his hair.

“Are you getting me ready for you, love?”

He went back to her lips for a moment, but Aelin soon guided him back to her breasts. He was lucky his girlfriend was just as insatiable.

Impatient, Aelin got up and kneeled beside the bed, looking up at him from below her lashes and thrusting out her breasts as an invitation.

With increasingly quicker pumps now, Rowan squeezed his eyes shut. He thrusted into his own hand and finally stroked himself on the speed he wanted.

Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, in front of her. Aelin immediately grabbed his cock and licked it, brushing her lips against it every now and then. He thrusted into her hand, and she started to rub his cock against her breasts, finding a different way to tease him.

She didn’t stop when Rowan grabbed a fistful of her hair, moaning as he tugged it a little too harshly.

“Baby...” he warned.

Smirking, she placed his length on her cleavage. Closing her breasts around his cock, Aelin made some up and down movements, but mostly just let him fuck them.

He closed his eyes and groaned. Sliding his cock between Aelin’s soft breasts never failed to make him dissolve into pleasure. His body was on fire, muscles so tight they could snap. Their rhythm picked up, and Aelin tilted her head down so she could suck the tip of his cock as well.

She couldn’t speak, but Aelin’s moans sounded delicious when he could feel them around his cock. Almost delirious, Rowan held her head and called out her pet name like a prayer.

Fireheart

Fireheart

Fireheart

“Rowan, did you call—“

Rowan froze mid-pump, not believing what his eyes were seeing.

Not believing Aelin had just caught him with a hand on his own dick. Moaning her name, as it seemed.

His heartbeat was so strong Rowan could feel it in his throat. Two sets of bulged eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

When his mind mildly processed the situation he was in, Rowan quickly threw a blanket over his lap.

“Aelin, I’m—“

“Oh, God!” She covered her eyes a bit too late. “I’m so, so sorry—“

“You don’t—“

Before he could apologize, Aelin banged the door closed and left.

Rowan felt flat on his bed, grimacing and running a hand through his face. He wanted to die. He wanted to erase this weekend from his life. He wanted to shift into a Hawk and fly the hell away from here. God, he had no idea how he’d face Aelin—

His door opened again and Aelin eyed his covered self, cheeks flushed.

“What were you thinking?”

Rowan sat and his pulse skyrocketed once again. Too paralyzed by the situation to utter a single word, the only thing he could bring himself to do was to avoid her gaze.

Aelin softly closed the door behind her. “I mean, what were you thinking about?” She asked while slowly walking his way until they were dangerously close.

“You.” He wanted to thread carefully there, but his hoarse voice might’ve betrayed him.

She hummed. “Did I get to kiss you?” Aelin asked with a tilted head, her voice in a tone Rowan hadn’t heard yet, but was starting to like very much.

“So much.” Rowan’s gaze finally met hers, his breathing fast for many different reasons.

Her hand was on its way to his shoulder when she retreated and bit her lip. “Can I?”

Rowan sneaked a shaky hand behind her neck to pull her closer, but their lips ended up meeting halfway.

Aelin’s lips were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

It started hesitant, both of them not sure of themselves right away. But when Aelin softly sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, Rowan tugged on her waist and she opened her mouth further, letting him in. Their tongues went on a long and slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long for their kiss to become crushing.

When Rowan felt her completely melt into his touch, he pulled her towards the bed. Mostly because their position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he was also ready for more if that’s what she wanted. But even if they just kissed until bedtime, it’d still be one of the best nights of his life.

Like an answer to his thoughts, Aelin took off her clothes, staying in just her lingerie.

Her red, lacy lingerie.

Rowan almost jumped on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while grabbing her curves in a bruising manner. He had completely lost control over himself, but Aelin didn’t seem to mind, moaning when he pinched her nipple through the flimsy fabric.

“Ro?”

He hummed, paying only half attention because he’d just found out he liked playing with her body a little too much.

“I want you to do to me what you were thinking about earlier.”

Resting their foreheads together, he gave himself a second to think. They were just breathing each other’s air, but it was still distracting enough for him. Rowan sighed. He had one chance to make her see… him. He’d not ruin it with his kinky shit.

“I’d rather do something you like, if that’s okay.”

Aelin’s smirk built slowly, until she was grinning like Hellas himself. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”

Once again, his inability to lie to Aelin was biting him in the ass. If it was possible for him to get any more flushed, he definitely did. Staying silent was the most he could do to protect his dignity, but that was answer enough for Aelin.

However, instead of mocking him like she usually did, she tugged his face back to hers and gave him a languorous, wet kiss.

“You won’t tell me, but I can still guess.” She had a sultry grin on. “We weren’t in missionary, were we?” Aelin said right before flipping them around, straddling him.

The element of surprise was enough for her to throw his larger body into the bed. Her hair was cascading down her sides as she looked at Rowan with a predatory gaze. Said gaze went down, until—

“Dear Mala.” Her eyes widened. “You’re the Dick of the Year.”

Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks becoming a richer shade of red. Aelin Galathynius looking flustered. Now, that was a rare sight.

“And you heard me.” Her eyes snapped back to his face. “You heard everything.”

“Hey.” Rowan sat too, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “At least you didn’t need to sell your soul for it.”

She did something between gaping and laughing at him and playfully swatted his chest. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Rowan chuckled and cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You caught me jerking off, I caught you praising my cock. It’s pretty balanced for me.”

Laughing brightly, Aelin’s shoulders were shaking, and she rested her forehead on his. He kissed the crown of her head and then she turned her mouth to him, the kiss soft this time. Until it wasn’t anymore.

“Where were we?” Rowan asked when she began giving attention to his neck.

“You were telling me all your fetishes about me.”

He groaned, regretting his last sentence as Aelin breathlessly chuckled. She placed both hands on his shoulders to go to a sitting position while keeping him down. Her golden hair cascaded on her sides as the hands on his shoulders slid down his body.

Unclasping her bra, Aelin purred, “Was I putting on a show for you?”

Rowan gulped, enthralled. “You could say so.”

She slowly slid her bra down, teasing him. When she finally took off that flimsy lace, Rowan’s skin was prickling with the urge to touch her. Taste her further. Aelin was doing unspeakable things to him and she was well aware of it, if her cocky smile was any indication.

When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away.

“Baby...”

She bit her lip. “I’ll be nice, then.”

Aelin took his hand and guided it through her body. Their intertwined hands sensually slid through her hips, waist, the curve of her breast, until she took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it.

He closed his eyes, trying not to lose composure. “You’re killing me.”

She sucked his thumb one last time before taking it off her mouth. “I know.” Aelin gave his wet finger a pointed look before asking, “Do you know where this goes?”

Rowan trailed down the same path with his hand, until he pressed his wet thumb against her clit without ceremony. “In here?”

Whimpering, Aelin arched her back and swayed her hips to chase the friction. Then she took his wet thumb away from her core and placed it on her nipple. “Not yet.”

“You like to make me wait, don’t you?” Rowan was so impatient he could cry, but at the same time letting her take the lead was a lot more arousing than he thought it would be.

“You made me wait for years, Ro.” She mentioned to take her panties away, but Rowan ripped them in two before she could barely move. Aelin moaned, and that was the first time he realized she might be as eager as him to get this over with. Still, she continued, “It’s only fair.”

Rowan focused back on his assigned spot on her breast. He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing that easily, though. His caresses started being more rough, until he pinched her nipple with two fingers, making her cry out.

In response, Aelin nestled his cock between her folds, grinding herself against it. Rowan was searing, and he was afraid he’d combust if she kept playing with him like this. He got the closest to a sitting position he could, one hand holding himself upright and the other cradling the back of Aelin’s neck.

“Baby.” He tried to kiss her, but it got sloppy since both of their hips were still moving. “Please.”

She moaned into his mouth and then nodded, leaning away a little so she could align the two of them. Aelin took her time to slide herself down, getting adjusted on her way. Both of them moaned the whole time, and when Aelin sunk into the hilt of his cock, Rowan got so light-headed he thought he might faint.

When she started moving, he soon became overwhelmed with pleasure in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Rowan had one hand holding himself upright and the other gripping Aelin’s waist. She had her back arched, boobs bouncing as she chased her high. Both of their hips were in a frenzied rhythm, but the sight of her alone was enough to put his nerves on fire.

Aelin’s insides began to squeeze his cock, so he leaned on both arms now to thrust into her with more force. She screamed, her legs beginning to tremble, but she kept the pace, and so did he.

Rowan could feel himself ready to snap when Aelin screamed his name one last time. She went still except for the walls clenching around him, and her loud moans became soft whimpers. Rowan’s gut tightened straight after, and his hips jerked until he spilled himself into her.

They laid side to side on the bed, catching their breaths and not uttering a single word.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He was terrified, his heartbeat picking up once again. Still, he scooted closer. And closer. Until he could wrap an arm around her. She didn’t do anything, and that’s when his desire to become a hawk and fly away came back. Rowan gave her a sideways glance, and she was already looking at him. At first he was startled by her extra flushed skin, but then he remembered it was because they just had sex. Which made him panic even more.

But when he was scrambling his mind for something to say, she sneaked a hand around his torso and sighed, resting her face on his shoulders. Rowan’s whole body relaxed, and he didn’t hide his silly grin.

There were many things going on his head right now, but all of them ran around the fact that he was cuddling in bed with Aelin. Sweaty and naked. Rowan kissed her head and she softly hummed in response.

“That was...”

He gently squeezed her. “I know.”

“I’m so spent.”

“Me too.”

She looked up at him, biting back a smile. “Round two in a few?”

Rowan chuckled. “You’re always reading my mind.”

Smiling, she nuzzled her face against his neck. Rowan embraced her a little more tighter. God, he’d never leave this moment if he could.

“Did you know there are people spreading wanted signs of your cock?”

Just like that, Rowan’s post-sex bliss came to halt. “You’re lying.”

Instead of replying, Aelin quickly grabbed her phone and showed him the picture.

WANTED: DICK 350

Right before the dick picture he took himself.

More than a hundred retweets.

Rowan was going to kill himself. Or shift into a hawk and fly away, whichever was easier.

However, Aelin’s giggles brought him back to reality. “You’re blushing.”

Rowan groaned, and then took a deep breath, turning his whole body towards her.

“How do you feel about that?”

Aelin shrugged. “I can’t control the internet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, scrambling his mind for a way to make her understand he wasn’t only asking about the pic—

“Oh.” Aelin’s eyebrows raised as something clicked for her, and she bit his lips while running a possessive hand around his abs. “But, you know, I can be very selfish.”

Rowan’s smile was blinding when the only thing he managed to say was, “Yeah?”

She nodded, beaming too, when their mouths were an inch away.

“Good.” He flipped them, staying on top this time. Both of Rowan’s hands ran through her inner thighs, opening them for him, and he didn’t care if his touch was possessive enough to bruise. He could think of many ways to apologize later.

Aelin was writhing for her hips to get closer to him, Rowan’s breaths fanning against her core, when he rasped, “I don’t like to share either.”

A/N: Just to be clear, I didn’t create Dick Awards. It’s actually a national Twitter treasure, and I’ve been voting for it since high school.

2nd A/N: If you were on the LDRV Facebook group around 2015 and recognized my hints of the tá tudo verde viral post, we’re instant friends.

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[finelinevogue]

idk if youre still taking requests, if not, feel free to ignore this but

imagine going on a summer picnic date with harry 😔 having cute matching outfits ☹️ taking cute polaroid pics of each other 💔 feeding each other food 😕 him praising your cooking skills and vice versa 🫡 cuddling each other when you’re done eating 😰

i need to lie down 🧎🏽‍♀️ 😔

screaming okay YEAASSS❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The fields extended for miles.

You and Harry had come out to the fields just past the motorway, by your house, so you could have a picnic in peace. This was one of your favourite spots together. A place where you could both be free and yourselves, together. To stargaze and cloud watch and pick pretty flowers in the meadows together.

It was a hot summers day and it was a perfect excuse to run away to the top of this field and just do nothing, but have a picnic and be together.

The view stretched for miles. You could see the motorway that you’d driven on to get here. You could see the Lake District mountains in the distance. You couldn’t spot a single cloud, the skies instead being a beautiful blue. It was a perfect day to tan and catch some healthy rays.

You were wearing a white sundress ( * ) with your Birkenstocks and Harry was wearing a cream cotton set, shorts and an over-shirt, with a tank underneath. Both of you looked cottage-core perfect and felt like a very matching couple today.

“Hey!” You shouted, as Harry stole your straw woven hat off your head.

You were both laying down on the red checkered picnic blanket. Harry lay on his side, propped up on his arm, whilst you were laying on your front, your face closest to him.

He placed the hat on top of his head and chuckled at your putting expression. “Then don’t be mean if you don’t want me to be mean back.”

“I wasn’t being mean.” You sighed.

“You said I had a grey hair. So now I’m covering it up.” He grumbled, picking at the strawberries in the pot in front of him.

“I never said that was a bad thing. I like me an older man, anyways.” You teased, catching his face with your eyes and urging him to lean down as you were leaning up.

Your lips softly touched his, a tiny smacking nose sounding when you broke apart.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and taste like strawberries.” He smiled, pecking your delicious lips for another time before giving you your hat back. You smiled and Harry knew that he’d done the right thing, because that smile was worth more than hiding a grey hair. Especially when he knew you’d love him regardless.

You hummed at him and kept your eyes on his. Both of you not saying anything, but simply looking at each other. It silently turned into a staring contest and you tried your best not to smile as his lips turned upwards. His eyes were so pretty that you could look at them all day. Before you could win, Harry leaned down and gave you another kiss to your lips and it made you blink.

“I won.” As he pulled back he spoke.

“You cheated.” You giggled, tipping your hat back slightly so you could see him better.

“There were no rules set, baby.” He leaned forwards and kissed your nose softly. You could never be mad at him. “Plus, I couldn’t not kiss you when you’re looking this pretty.”

“You think?”

“Art gallery worthy.” He spoke quietly, even though it was just the two of you. He didn’t want his words to be carried in the wind away from you both.

“Harry…” You dipped your head, blushing.

“I’m going to take a picture of you.” He said, causing you to lift your head. He smiled when you saw your pursed lips and squinting eyes. You knew, though, that there was no changing his mind so you agreed.

“Where’d you want me?” You asked and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Not like that, y’knob.” You pushed his chest and he toppled over on his back laughing and it made you laugh yourself.

“Anywhere.” He said once he’d stopped laughing, before sitting up and collecting the items he would need for taking photos.

Harry was an avid photographer in his spare him, which most people could guess but a lot of people didn’t realise just how much. It was a genuine hobby and a lot of the photos and artwork up in your house had been captured and edited by Harry himself. He invested in good quality camera equipment and made sure all his photos of you were taken on his best quality camera.

Once he was set up, he started taking candid photos of you. Ones where you were laughing at something he had said and others of you smiling simply because you are so happy. Some of you eating the strawberries and others of you holding out the fruit as if to gift it to Harry. He took a few of you laying on your back pretending to cloud watch, before taking some of you walking around the flowery fields and collecting pretty flowers between your fingers. A butterfly even landed on your finger at one point and the way your eyes lit up was not even camera worthy.

“Got your fix yet?” You asked, twirling around in your summers dress and holding onto your hat so that it didn’t fall off.

“Never when it comes to you.” He smiled behind his camera.

You both took some together too, setting up self timers so that they looked a little more candid.

Some photos were of you and Harry pretending to walk off across the flowery field. Others included you and Harry laughing and smiling with each other. There was a few where you were happily kissing each other and wrapped in each others arms. A few where you were sat again at the picnic blanket and feeding each other food, making a mess with the juicy fruits. Harry complained that he was sticky at one point, so there was a couple of photos of you sucking the juice off his fingers.

The photos were going to be happy memories to look back on, just like the day was to live through.

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MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Wed 9 June ‘21

Multiple pictures and video of Louis from out by the recording studio a few days ago were posted, HAPPY DAYS! This (the fans gathered getting pics with him) would be the fuss the man saw out his window (that we saw in his out the window pics) before he popped out to get in on the picture-taking action, it’s no wonder he recognized Louis; I’m guessing the fan crew followed the usual strategy of waiting until he wasn’t going to be at whatever location every day anymore to publish and that’s why we got them now rather than when they were taken. Anyway; pictures and video of Louis! He’s cute, he’s Louis, it’s wonderful to see him and even better to hear him! And there were pictures of him in red from a different day as well that win for cutest probably, him and the fan flipping off the camera together is excellent, and she got to tell him her story of how Just Hold On saved her life and show him the JHO tattoo she got to commemorate, also wonderful. LT Tour added a festival show for September 22 in Italy, presale starting today

Niall said if he gets bumped up 185 slots in his spotify ranking he’ll do a dance half naked (haha is the ‘half’ because he’s hedging his bets in case it actually happens?) on tiktok, and he and Anne Marie posted more behind the scenes pics from the music video shoot, but where’s the bts video? I don’t know, but I do know where Niall is-- LA! I mean we already knew that but it was confirmed when a fan took video of him out for a hike today.

Liam’s Lonely Bug promo is really kicking into high gear with all the creators posting talking about it and clearly press releases went out cause there were a bunch of articles- Lonely Bug is of course his semi-autobiographical animated NFT, or to quote the press, “the artwork... is aiming to reflect the childlike state that many people returned to during the pandemic, [and] is multimedia with music from DJ Zedd, animation from Gabe Damast and spoken word from Gary Vee.” Also it is apparently actually a series of NFTs rather than just one, so yeah, that clears it all right up for anyone who’s still confused right?! Haha. Anyway we got a first look at the title character based on Liam’s art today. And there’s more! Steven Bartlett (entrepreneur, guy Liam flirted with for 90 minutes while spilling his guts the other day) says that as part of the NFT launch there will be a dinner in Las Vegas with him and “crypto celebrities” Mike Novogratz (another entrepreneur), Brendan Blumer (this guy’s wikipedia genuinely just says ‘entrepreneur’), 3LAU (DJ! And also entrepreneur), Christian Angermayer (‘entrepreneur investor’), NFT dealers Duncan and Griffin Cockfoster (...can you guess? Yep they are also entrepreneurs), Paris Hilton (she is selling NFTs of her own, so yes indeed; she’s an entrepreneur now too), and Liam, so if Liam is enough to make that actually sound appealing to you rather than like the seventh circle of actual hell, all you have to do is be a winning bidder for one of Liam’s NFTs and you will get to not only “own” the digital artwork but also attend that dinner.

Liam also liked a tweet wondering whether the reason he liked the Ron’s Gone Wrong movie page was that it was the movie he had mentioned last year writing a song for, ALL RIGHT THEN. Confirmed, I guess! And he posted a video (with his newly shaved eyebrow slash and diamond necklaces on) where he said he rolled his knee in jujitsu today, oh nooo. Meanwhile his discord broke out into ugly arguing over new fandom names (the long list of rules forbid mention of so many hot topics, such as shipping of any kind, but you just can’t stop fans from fighting); Liam commenting on the thread being shut down, “too much passion.” Well, he’s not wrong! Paynedora’s Box indeed- I told ya, full of demons.

Today in MP filming, there were cupcakes with the director’s face on them (this shoot is really into little cakes huh, love that for them), plus someone from the set said blurry tiny pics they posted and said were Harry waving weren’t Harry they were just fucking with people. Wow you...really showed us? I guess?? The yellow shorts pics were really him though! Gucci posted some old pics from the fragrance campaign.

[parkers-gal]

Hey lovie, so Idk if you take requests but based on the other fic I read about Harrison having a baby sister and the boys talking behind her back can you write something about reader keeping her boyfriend a secret from the boys and she’s out with some friends and Harry sees the friends insta story and seeing reader in the corner on a boys lap and they Drive as fast a possible to the location to get haz babysister and being all protective around her like „what do you do on a random boys lap?“ and she’s like „uh, he’s my boyfriend.“

combing this with another request, hope u don’t mind :)

Hey! I've just read circles before selves and I loved it so much!! 😔 if you feel like it fits, could you write a part 2 where one of the boys has feelings for yn and really missed her during that time? Really angst? Thanks, bby! ❤❤

wc: 1.7 k

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Through the week you’d ghosted the four of them, Tom had probably been affected the most. Being your brother’s best friend, he was very much intertwined with your life, which meant he was just as dependent on you as he was on Harrison.

The night after their apology in your apartment, Tom had come over with more take out and one of his hoodies on his arm.

“Hey… Tom?” You were surprised by his presence, standing in the doorway of the front entrance, Tom on your patio. “What’s up?”

“Can I- uh… Can I talk to you?” “Sure…” You’re still confused, but nevertheless, open the door wider for him.

Tom has always been your protector in a different way than Harrison’s ‘older-brother protective mode.’ He’s genuinely cared about your well-being, and tended to keep you out of the public’s eyes despite you not being a celebrity. He was there when you needed a ride home in the rain, and he was there when your ex-boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend. He was there, angrily, supportively, encouragingly. Sure, he gave you butterflies, but you as another rule of the circle goes, siblings are off limits. Nobody had ever broken the rule, and you suspected Tom wasn’t here to break it either, so you dropped the thoughts from your mind, attention resorting back to the brunette in front of you.

“What’s happening?” You’re awkwardly sitting on the couch beside him until the tension fades away into nothingness. It’s never like this between the two of you, but you’re picking apart the context, pointing out in your head his demeanor — and why this time feels different.

“I, erhm,” He clears his throat. “I really missed you those past two weeks.”

“Aww,” You jutt a lip out, assuming that’s all he’s here for. Restoring those lost cuddles, huh? “I really missed you, too.” “That’s… not exactly what I mean.”

“Okay…” You lean back a bit in defeat. “What do you mean, then?”

“I mean… I’ve had feelings for you for a while.” He’s blushing profusely, scratching the back of his neck out of nervousness. Your eyes widen and he’s quick to continue, not wanting to shock you too much. “And- And I know it’s so fucking cliche — your brother’s best friend likes you — and I know that we have that stupid rule about not going out with your best friend’s siblings but I just… I don’t want to go away on- on… business or something and come back and you’re somebody else’s girl.”

You can’t help but let a grin take over your face. You can feel yourself heating up, hands coming to block your face from his view, trying to save your dignity and keep the embarrassment to a minimum despite him spilling his heart out right in front of you.

“Do… do you feel the same way?” You bite your lip before picking your head up. He’s so innocent — so sweet and so gentle and tender and pure with his words — and the glint of hope in his eyes could make your heart burst. It doesn’t, but instead flutters faster, wings flapping as it prepares to take flight. You’re afraid of where it’s going, but you decide to let it fly right in the hands of the boy standing in front of you.

“I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.” You confess it sheepishly. Tom’s quick to grow redder, ears turning a scarlet shade.

“The- the same way?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out a laugh. “I have feelings for you, too.” “That’s…” He trails off with a smile before remembering the hoodie he has in his hands. “Do you, uh- do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He holds the article of clothing out as an offer, widening your grin as you stand with a nod. “Yeah,” You take the hoodie from him, slipping it on smoothly. His smirk grows at the sight of you in his clothing. “You’ll be my boyfriend?”

He rolls his eyes jokingly, laughing with a happy smile. “Yeah.”

That is how you ended up here, at a bar with a few of your friends. Aisha and her girlfriend sit on your right — you’re on the inside of the crowded booth, sitting atop Tom’s lap to save space and to nuzzle closer to him. He’d told his brothers and yours that he was going up north to Manchester for the weekend.

In reality, he was secretly staying in your apartment, which was a few miles from the flat he shared with Harrison and the twins. The two of you were downtown right now, dressed for clubbing despite only downing a few shots. He’s dressed a bit differently than from his normal ‘clubbing’ outfits — you style him in dark grey slacks and a mesh shirt. His hair was slightly messy but hotter than ever, and your fingers constantly took a trip through the strands of curls, massaging his scalp while he groaned occasionally.

(Yeah fuck me, that esquire picture fucked me up for days.)

He’s holding a beer, now, one hand on your waist. Your legs are splayed across his lap, ass on his thigh comfortably while an arm wraps around the back of his neck. It’s comfortable — and intimate, but neither of you mind. It’s barely nine o’clock, and Aisha had insisted on paying for one of those stupid clubbing games. A waiter had brought the drinks over, and now each of you were going around to answer the questions as best they could with the amount of alcohol in their veins.

The two girls across from you were drinking the most, but Aisha’s girlfriend, Iridessa, was designated driver for the night, so the rest of your friend group was fine with getting wasted.

“Time for a cute pic,” Andrea announced, beckoning the cute waiter over for a favor. He took the picture on your Instagram, handing it back to you while you posted it to your story in seconds.

Your pose against Tom was cozy, and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck — you remember this fact very well, because he’d left a few open-mouthed kisses against your skin in the middle of the picture. His hair was different, and you hoped the only correlation between him and the boy your brother knew was that his lanky fingers were gripping a glass of beer.

Within a matter of minutes, each of Tom’s brothers — and your own — were replying to the post of you cuddled up with a ‘mysterious boy.’ They were currently discussing it in the Instagram groupchat, and Tom was trying to act as surprised, but he was being vague, too preoccupied with the girl in his lap.

You clicked the off button, setting your phone down on the wooden table, deciding to let them chatter away and deciphering who you were with and why. That was a mistake, because they had decided to talk about it in their kitchen, eventually deciding to drive down to the bar you were at. It was only a fifteen minute drive — what was the harm?

You were caught off guard by the door swinging open, emerging three boys searching for you. You gasped, alerting Tom and Aisha that if they did see you, your relationship would be outed. You tried to hide away in the booth, go as unnoticed as possible. You saw them go to the back of the bar, where more people were located, and breathed out in relief. They wouldn’t be leaving that room anytime soon — it was too crowded.

You remained in your seat, joining the game normally again. You missed the way Harrison had gasped, eyes widening as he pointed to you for the twins to see. They came practically marching over to your booth to get a better look at the brown-haired boy whose lap you were seated in.

“Y/N?” Harrison asked, another gasp escaping. “Tom?!” Your jaw dropped open, eyebrows raising against your forehead. You felt Tom’s hand squeeze your waist in acknowledgement — in protectiveness — and you tried to act as normal as possible.

“Hi.” You spoke meekly, something Harrison had rolled his eyes at.

“Tom?!” Harry was just as surprised. “You’re supposed to be in Manchester! For the weekend!” “Right…” He laughed sheepishly. “Surprise? I’m sorry, I lied.” He tried again, noticing Harrison’s jaw tense, clenching and unclenching.

“You’re…. You’re with my baby sister?!”

Tom nibbled his bottom lip and you placed a calming hand on his chest. “Guys, don’t freak out. You’re gonna cause a scene.” You eyed them. “Especially you, Haz.” He shifted on his feet, dominantly leaning on his right one.

“You’re breaking rule number two.”

You didn’t falter as you responded, without missing a beat. “You broke rule number one, first.”

He didn’t answer, and you could sense Aisha and Iridessa were awkwardly sitting between you and the boys. The tension was thicker than you thought it’d be, so you decided to speak again, filling the silence before Harrison had a breakdown in front of everyone.

“Look, can we just talk about this later? I’m with people right now, I can’t really have this conversation here.”

“Fine.” Harrison agreed, but he sneered closer to Tom, eyes crisp and jaw tight. “But you’re not off the hook, Tommy.”

Tom nodded nonchalantly, sipping his beer before replying. “Do you mind? My girl and I are a bit busy.”

You bit your lip at his words, knees weakening and stomach erupting in butterflies. This boy-

That seemed to tick Harrison off in a teasing way before they finally left the bar. You exhaled in relief, gasping at Tom. “That’s literally saying something to my dad like ‘you’re not the only daddy anymore!’” You compared the instances. “You’re a cheeky bastard.” You slapped his shoulder. Tom let out a loud laugh, chuckling while his hand rubbed up and down your side. “You know Harrison’s still gonna be pissed, though.” You sighed and Tom pouted, kissing your nose to grab your attention.

“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” You nodded, a bit unconvinced, and Tom clicked his tongue. “Trust me?”

You nodded again, faithfully, and he smirked, squeezing your hip again. You brought his hand to you, guiding the glass to your lips and sipping his beer. He watched you through hooded eyelids, tongue running across his bottom lip, across his teeth. You could see his pupils dilate, and you smirked from behind the cup, fingers slipping from his hand with a small smirk, turning back to the girls and continuing the game just as you had before.

[zwowow]

just ask

um, @lemon-coke threw a subby Kells pic my way and expected me to Not be inspired to write subby kells? Wack. um chile... anyway, this is far from finished, so um, enjoy pt 1/2 b4 i go to sleep and forget to work on it ever again

Colson needed to be punished. It itched the back of his skull and dragged along his spine, that need. He’d earned it well enough.

From the moment Em picked him up from the studio, he’d been earning it. But Em wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t give Colson what he needed and deserved by just fucking punishing him already.

Colson started by slamming the car door shut, then ignoring Em when he tried to ask about his day. Em caught on right away, Colson could tell by the way his mouth set into a straight line.

He thought it would be easy to get what he wanted then, but Em must have known it was going to be a fight. Not for him, but for Colson.

When they started this, before it became full-time and before Colson realized that Em knew exactly what he needed hours before Colson did, Em made him promise something.

“Promise me…” He started, slow and serious. “Promise that if you need something, you’ll ask for it.” Back then, Colson had thought he meant a blow job, cash, or some other random shit. Back then, he hadn’t ever thought he’d like the punishment part of their dynamic, let alone ask for it.

“I promise.” He’s said back, smiling. He hadn’t known how hard that promise would be to keep.

The words sat on the tip of his tongue the entire ride home. Please tickled the back of his throat and when he coughed, I need to be punished came up with it. But they wouldn’t come out.

Em gave him space once they were back at his place, but Colson didn’t need space. He needed the opposite of space. He needed Em in him and around him and helping him by hurting him. Colson followed him to his office where he was playing music and turned it off, just to see what Em would do.

He only gave Colson an unimpressed look and turned it back on. Colson did it twice more and got a nonresponse each time. Only the look changed; it shifted from unimpressed to concerned to pitying. Em knew why Colson was acting out. He knew and he still didn’t give Colson what he needed.

Colson left the room in a huff. He slammed the door on the way out and hoped that would be the last straw.

He needed to be punished. Em knew that.

Why did he have to ask, then?

And why couldn’t he?

At dinner, Colson didn’t eat a single bite. He wasn’t hungry. Not for food, anyway.

That was breaking another of Em’s rules, and dishonoring his own word again. He was supposed to take care of himself, which meant eating better and getting fucked up less. He’d promised to always, at least, try.

“You’re not going to eat?” Em asked.

“Not hungry.” Colson mumbled from across the table. Em raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. Colson pushed away from the table angrily.

Em’s eyes followed him out of the dining room. Just ask! They screamed.

Don’t make me! Colson shouted from his back.

After he walked away, Colson grabbed a lighter and a joint from one of his bags and went outside. He lit it and took a hit without closing the door he came out of. Em hated that, the smell of weed that would linger around the house for hours.

On his next three hits, Colson blew the smoke straight over the threshold. Puff after puff drafted into the house.

Before he could take another, Em came and stood at the doorway. They looked at each other.

Colson opened his mouth to finally ask, loosened slightly by the weed and exhausted by the game he seemed to be losing even though Em pretended he wasn’t even playing.

When he exhaled the last of his weed, though, the words wafted out, too. Colson’s mouth opened and closed around nothing.

He threw the joint on the ground and walked back inside angrily, making sure to bump Em’s shoulder as he walked past.

Each step up to their bedroom felt like dragging lead uphill. He would never sleep wound up this tightly. He hoped Em wouldn’t let him.

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Em said when Colson bumped him again at their bathroom sink. A slap in the face would have felt better. A soft, dad-like, reminder wasn’t what Colson needed.

“Fuck you.” He spat, toothpaste hit the mirror as he threw his toothbrush down. His hands shook as he wiped them on a towel. The itch from earlier became a heat and the heat became a burn. He was burning from the inside out and Em knew it. Still, he wouldn’t smother the fucking flames.

For the first time that night, Em touched him. Gently, he grabbed Colson’s wrist and brought it back so that his fingertips were half on Em’s skin, and half on the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You can still have it, baby.” Em said from behind him. Colson’s chest contracted. He could get on his knees right now and suck Em off. He could choke himself on his cock and Em would stand there passively, but they both knew that wasn’t what he wanted. That wasn’t what the needed.

“All you gotta do…” Em trailed off when Colson curled his fingers, fisting them into Em’s sweats.

Ask. All he had to do was ask.

Instead, Colson turned around to face Em.

“I’ve been a dick all night.” He reminded around the ball forming in his throat.

Em nodded. “Real fucking asshole.”

“I broke my promise.”

“A few, actually.” Em corrected.

Sometimes, it was easy to ask for what he needed. He could walk right up to Em, bat his eyelashes, and say pretty please like the good boy he so rarely was. Mostly, it was like this. It was a battle, fought mainly against himself.

He tried to convince himself that he didn’t deserve kindness or compassion or a kiss. He only deserved punishment. It was all he ever would deserve.

Colson swallowed and let go of Em. His eyes fell to the floor.

“You can still have it, though.” Em said, and reached out to hold Colson’s cheek. Colson’s shoulders sagged from the instant relief of Em’s touch. “Just ask.”

Em’s hand smelled like their bathroom soap. Colson nuzzled further into his palm and let out a shuddering breath. Everything about him was so comforting. He didn’t deserve it.

“You can have it.” Em repeated and something in Colson broke. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. From there, he wrapped his arms around Em’s midsection and laid his head against his warm belly.

He breathed in for ten seconds, held it, and then blew out for ten more.

“Please.” He whimpered finally.

[definitelynotkatesblog]

6 AM ∣ Spencer Reid Fic

Summary: Mornings suck, but mornings with Spencer aren’t so bad.

A/N: I am such a sucker for Domestic! Spencer it’s ridiculous. I choose to believe that he is such a care taker type, a doting partner, and so soft and sweet in the mornings. If he was the one waking me up, maybe I wouldn't hate mornings so much either.

(Also be on the lookout for this pic’s second part called 6 PM that’s a little lot a bit smut. Don’t worry they can be read totally independently of one another!)

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: A lil kissin

WC: 1.6k

I’m not a morning person. I am not a morning person. People who wake up excited to take on the day with no hesitation or cup of coffee scare me.

Even if I get a decent amount of sleep, there is always about 20 minutes in the morning where the world is my personal enemy. The sun’s brazen audacity to rise, starting a new day. The birds screaming, disturbing the quiet peace of the outside world. The nerve of a car engine to make any noise. I consider all of these acts of aggression against me personally.

Luckily, Spencer knows these things about me and loves me despite my flaws. When he is home between cases, he makes a habit of getting up before me to help me get ready. If the team got home at the wee hours of the morning, he would help me get out the door before heading to bed himself.

To be clear, I am perfectly capable of getting myself dressed and out the door. However, if Spencer is willing to help me along and make the process less shitty, I’m not going to tell him no. 

Mornings with Spencer are my favorite, which is saying a lot.

***

I felt the bed shift under me as he slowly untangled our limbs before starting the day. I grumbled and pulled the comforter tighter around me to replace his warmth.

I heard him pad into the bathroom and brush his teeth before cracking the door to check in on my degree of consciousness.

He flicked on the string lights draped along the headboard and a soft glow filled the room. We’d learned the overhead light was too much so early in the morning for me, and I think Spencer had grown to appreciate the vibe it created. With my eyes still closed, I heard him make his way over to my side of the bed.

“Good morning, sweet girl.” he said gently, brushing stray hair from my forehead before dropping a quick kiss on my temple.

I offered a tired groan in place of words.

“Mmm, I know,” he cooed.

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light to see him kneeling by the bed with a small boyish smile.

I scrunched my brows at him. There was nothing worth smiling at, especially at this ungodly hour.

His hand skated along my neck to cup my cheek.

“Come,” he instructed gently.

I kicked the comforter off in protest and swung my legs over the edge.  He stood and grabbed my hands, pulling me up to stand before him. I sighed and leaned into his chest, taking in his scent. He was always warm and smelled like our laundry detergent. He let me rest for a moment, then cupped my face to lift my head to kiss my forehead before taking my hand, leading me to the bathroom.

He gave me a pat on the bottom before disappearing to the kitchen, leaving me to start my morning routine. Which, if this was a Neutrogena commercial, would begin with me splashing my face over a giant porcelain sink and smiling about it.

My routine starts with me staring at myself in the morning and convincing myself that I do love my job and that I shouldn’t call in sick and snuggle back into bed with Spencer.

I wash my face and brush my teeth, the minty toothpaste and warm water waking me up.

By this time, I’m usually more awake, but still bitter about it.

Spencer pokes his head in and watches me for a moment while I finish brushing and spit. We make eye contact in the mirror and I give him a weak smile to convince him I'm making progress on becoming a functioning member of society.

“Lights,” he says, his hand already on the switch. It’s more of a courtesy warning than a question.

I give a noncommittal nod and squint my eyes, bracing for the small room to be flooded with light. After a moment, I let my eyes adjust and start opening drawers to find my bag of tricks.

“I could just call out. I have the sick time saved up,” I mumble, raking my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah?” I hear tinkering in the kitchen and continue my rant.

“Yeah. They wouldn’t even miss me if it was for one day. They’d be fine.” I lean into the mirror to tuck a few stray strands behind my ears, inspecting the bags under my eyes.

At that, he pops his head through the door and gives me an incredulous look through the mirror. I shoot him a look back with my eyebrows raised.

“Creamer?” he asks with a cheeky eye roll, not acknowledging my previous statement.

He knew better than to entertain my grumpy mumbles with anything but vague answers. There were no important discussions to be had and no rash decisions to be made before coffee, as a rule of our home.

I nodded as he retreated back to the kitchen and continued, “If someone told me not to go, I wouldn’t.” I pulled his hoodie I’d slept in up over my head, “I would simply go back to bed with said person and try again tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you would, love,” he called from the bedroom.

I walked past him and into the closet to find something to wear, tossing his sweatshirt on the bed as I passed.

“Ugh, I don’t know what to wear,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.

I pulled a dress out from between two others, decided it against it and put it back, repeating the process several times, suddenly not happy with anything I owned.

I sighed and let my arms fall to my side, staring at the carefully hung fabric feeling defeated, vaguely aware that I was wasting time I didn’t have just standing here.

“As much as I love you not in any clothes-”, he said from behind me, slipping his arms around my waist.

I laughed and leaned into his arms. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning me around and cupping my cheeks to bring our faces together.

I gave him a smile and brought my hands to rest on his forearms, puckering my lips to reach his.

His lips were soft and unhurried, molding to mine. I sighed into the kiss, my hands moving to cup his face, pulling him even closer to me. His hands left my face and found themselves on my hips, his fingers splaying towards the small of my back; the warmth of his hands on my skin made me hum against his lips. I felt him smile into the kiss before slowly raking my bottom lip between his teeth, igniting a small flame low in my belly.

He continued the slow kisses down my neck, focusing his attention on the spots that rewarded him with the most moans falling from lips.

Spencer hummed between kisses, leaving goosebumps in their wake, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, connecting us at the hips before returning one hand to my neck, coaxing my head to one side, exposing my neck to him. He dropped lazy kisses along my jawline and down to the hollow of my collarbone.

Just like that, my brain was absolute mush. I couldn’t think of anything besides trying to think of believable excuses to tell my boss. Car on fire. No. Kitchen wouldn’t start? No. Food poisoning on the interstate? No.

His voice broke my nonsensical train of thought. “You’ve gotta get dressed before I do actually make you late,” he murmured against my throat. His actions didn’t match his words, which told me he really didn’t want me to leave.

“Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind being late” I whispered.

He took a step back and plucked a dress from the bunch hanging and handed it to me.

“Wear this.”

I took it from him and gave him a dejected pout as he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before retreating, leaving me to get dressed despite the unresolved fire in my belly.

I got dressed and put on a pair of heels to match the dress he’d picked and did a quick once over in the mirror before heading towards the front door.

The sound of my heels on the hardwood alerted Spencer to my presence, who turned from his position at the counter to present a travel mug with coffee and my packed lunch bag in each hand, ready for me to grab and go.

God, I love this man. I like to think he didn’t mind doing little things like this- mindless things that didn’t require him to be on 100% all the time the way he was at work.

He opened his arms to let me walk into him. I wrapped my arms around his torso and craned my neck up to give him a quick kiss.

“You look pretty,” he said against my lips, “I did good.”

“Mhm, thank you baby,” I said, taking my things from his hands. “You did do good.”

We exchanged “I love you”s as I made my way towards the door, Spencer following a half step behind to open it for me.

“Maybe you can help me take it off later,” I suggested casually, crossing over the threshold.

I turned back to see him leaning against the doorframe, one arm supporting his weight while the other rested on the door handle. He gave a small laugh and shook his head. “Hurry home to me, love.”

“Always.”

***

Stay tuned for Part 2: 6 PM coming soon! And by soon I mean like, tomorrow!

6 PM is posted! This is not a drill!

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Let’s chat!

[mercheswan]

Steospooktober - Ouija

Also in - AO3

Stiles arrives to the Raeken's Manor to try to help the Ghost who lives there to find peace.

The Ghost, Tara, wants to talk with her little brother. Theodore Raeken.

Why is Tara pointing out how cute Stiles is to her brother?!

Stiles liked to call himself a supernatural investigator. One of his favourite things to do was visiting, allegued Haunted Houses. That was how he ended up in the Raeken Manor. 

The Raeken’s were a wealthy family, the mansion was secluded and it covered an extensive land. 

Stiles heard that the ghost haunting the house was female, and thanks to Stiles research he was pretty sure that it was the ghost of Tara Raeken. The Raeken’s had two children, Tara the oldest and Theodore the youngest. Tara died in her teens, apparently from an accident as no one was prosecuted for it. 

Stiles accommodated himself in one of the rooms of the House, a teenage boy’s room which probably belonged to Theodore. He totally broke into the House and he was hoping not to have problems with the police and/or the ghost. The house was basically intact, the Raeken’s must have fled the place to forget about the death of their daughter. 

On the first night Stiles tried to contact the ghost, but there was no luck, still Stiles did believe that someone else was with him in the house, he got pretty good at feeling the supernatural. 

It was on the fourth night that the ouija board he used moved. The ghost was indeed the one of Tara Raeken and she seemed to like him which made things much more easy. After several days of conversation Stiles figured out that, what Tara wanted was to speak with Theo, her brother. 

“Well let me see... oh here Theo Raeken, he has a Facebook page. Oh he is a resident in a hospital and... oh he is hot” Stiles said looking at Theo’s profile picture. Stiles could swear that he felt a pat in his shoulder. “Got it, not ogling the baby bro” Stiles snorted. 

Stiles wasn’t sure how to make Theo come to the house so he could speak with his dead sister. He decided that he could pretend to buy the house, it has been on sale for many years but no one has ever bought it because of the ghost. 

Stiles met with Theo at the entrance, the Raeken man seemed hesitant to enter, he must have not visited his old house in a very long time. 

“Mr Stilinski?” Theo asked. 

“Call me Stiles” Stiles said shaking Theo’s hand. 

“You’re not what I expected” Theo commented. Stiles raised his eyebrow amused. “You’re young and you look normal...” Theo added

Stiles chuckled. “Thanks?” 

“I mean, I’ve never managed to sell the house cause all the people who claim to be interested are weirdos thinking that it’s haunted or something” Theo said. 

“You don’t believe in ghosts Mr Raeken?” Stiles asked. That would make things a little bit more complicated. 

“Theo please. I guess I’m a man of science” Theo responded. 

“They say the ghost could be your sister's?” Stiles said nonchalantly. But he clearly made a mistake, Theo became rigid and looked at him with an unfriendly expression. Stiles kept messing up. 

“My sister did not die in here” Was all Theo said. 

Stiles thought that the only way to make Theo believe would be to be direct with his approach. 

“Look, I’m actually a supernatural investigator...” Stiles muttered. 

Theo snorted angrily. “Of course you’re one of the freaks. I would have to ask you to leave Mr Stilinski” Theo said coldly. 

“Wait... you... please, I’ve been talking to your sister...” Stiles explained.

“You’ve been what!? Oh god you’re crazy, I’m calling the cops” Theo declared reaching out to his phone. Stiles made a movement to try and stop him and at moment a vase broke, starling the two men. 

“I told you, she wants to speak with you, she’s always asking about you” Stiles insisted. 

“Did you put a trap in there? Why are you doing this! Let the dead be dead!” Theo shouted furiously. 

“I’m trying to help her! And you! She’s obviously has something she needs to tell you! That’s why she is trapped here!” Stiles shouted back. 

“She would not be wanting to speak with me. IT’S MY FAULT SHE IS DEAD!” Theo stormed off the house. 

Stiles stood watching at the open door to which Theo exited. The room’s wood floor made a noise. Tara. Stiles ran to catch Theo. 

“Theo wait. Wait!!” Stiles exclaimed. “Please you have to believe me, I’m not doing this to open old scars or to create drama, I really want to help her, Tara it’s been nice, believe me, I’ve deal with much more horrible ghost that her. I’m sure she doesn’t blame you for whatever happened, she wants to say good bye” Stiles said meeting Theo’s wet eyes. 

Theo huffed turning around but not moving away from Stiles. “It was my fault... she... she didn’t die here, she died in a lake in the woods, we were playing, I left, I stopped looking for her, and she was hurt and couldn’t get out...” Theo cried. So it was an accident, but It could have been prevented.

Stiles raised his hand and hesitantly placed it on Theo’s shoulders. “Come with me, we can talk to her through my ouija” Stiles declared. 

“You’re just a charlatan trying to get some money, I’ll give it to you, but stop with the nonsense” Theo muttered still crying. 

“I don’t want your money. I swear” Stiles claimed taking Theo’s hand. 

Theo reluctantly flowed Stiles. Stiles set the Ouija board. “Do you know the rules?” Stiles asked. Theo nodded.

“Hello Tara” Stiles said to the air. 

The ouija moved. 

“You’re moving it” Theo accused. 

“No I’m not” Stiles assured. 

Theo. The words in the ouija showed. Dreadful brother. Was the next world it showed. Stiles felt cold suddenly. He really thought that Tara wanted to say goodbye to his brother, not to insult him, Stiles did not want to see Theo suffer more.

Theo exhaled and Stiles saw that he had a smile on his face. Weird. “How did you know about that?” Theo asked meeting Stiles eyes. 

“What?” Stiles questioned.

“She used to call me that, to her friends, pretending I was a nuisance” Theo huffed. “Is it really you Tara?” Theo asked.

Yes. The ouija answered. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Theo cried. 

I love you. It wasn’t your fault. You good doctor. 

Theo laughed. “How does she know that I’m a doctor?” 

“Well... I-I might have been staying here for the last couple of weeks...” Stiles admitted. Theo raised his eyebrows in shocked expression. “I’ll pay for the electricity and the water! I wanted to see see what was the problem and why she stayed linked to the house” Stiles said. 

Stiles nice. 

“Oh thank you sweetheart” Stiles laughed.

He cute. 

Theo snorted. “Are you seriously playing matchmaker right now?!” 

“Oh you like boys too...” Stiles muttered. Theo smirked amused. Stiles refused to blush. 

The fire of candles on the table grew stronger. It was getting hotter and not only because of the fire, Stiles was suddenly very aware of Theo’s hands touching his. 

I have to go. The Ouija said. 

“Wait! No, I want to talk more! We waisted so much time!” Theo complained. 

You good. I’m free. 

“Tara...” Theo whispered. 

Stiles placed his hands on top of Theo squeezing them, the later met his eyes. “It’s time to say goodbye” Stiles smiled kindly. 

Theo nodded at Stiles and they both moved the their hands to the goodbye words written in the ouija board. Stiles could swear that he listed a soft female voice whispering goodbye, and just like that, the Haunted House was no more.

Stiles was relieved that in the end all Tara wanted was to help his brother deal with the guilt inside him. 

“You can’t contact her again, can you?” Theo asked his eyes covered in tears.

Stiles denied with his head. “She’s gone” Stiles said. Theo covered his face with his hands. “Theo… she is where she is supposed to be, whatever that is…” Stiles tried to console Theo. 

Theo hugged Stiles placing his chin on the supernatural investigador’s shoulder. Stiles caught off guard by Theo’s sudden need of physical contact, but he hugged the doctor back.

“Thank you” Theo whispered into Stiles’s neck.

“What for?” Stiles questioned in a hushed voice. Theo’s closeness was begining to be distracting.

“For insisting although I called you a freak and a fraud” Theo explained.

Stiles chuckled. “Not the first one” Theo snorted too. “Are you okay? I know saying goodbye it’s hard, but she really loved you, and she was really proud of what you achieved” Stiles said.

“You investigated me for her?” Theo smirked.

“O-only stuff that you can find online… Like where did you study, where you lived, what were you doing for a living… I checked your social media” Stiles admitted.

“I’m clearly in disadvanyage here, I know nothing about you except for the fact that you have a very peculiar occupation, that you are very persistant and that my sister liked you” Theo chuckled. Stiles huffed a laugh. After a few seconds in which Theo looked at Stiles with a curious glare like he wanted to figure out Stiles, he asked “You’re not buying the house, aren’t you?” Stiles laughed out loud and Theo smiled, Stiles mouthed no between laughs. “I guess I’ll keep it for now” Theo said.

“It’s a nice house” Stiles agreed.

“If you’re not getting the house I can’t let you go empty handed” Theo stated. Stiles looked at him with a confused and amused expression. “How about dinner?” Theo proposed. Oh. Was he flirting? “And you can tell me a little bit more about my sister…” Theo added. Oh. he is not flirting. “And what you thought about my gym pics” Theo grinned seductively. Oh.

“S-sure!” Stiles agreed.

Sometimes there was good in goodbyes. Wherever Tara was she surely was happy about his little brothers choice of boyfriend. 

[rigelmejo]

Ok so, reading 寒舍 again and wow do I recommend it even if you’re a weak beginner-intermediate reader like me. It IS hard to read but it’s also so good. It’s a supernatural pingxie au, where Wu xie became a photographer after college, went traveling, went broke on the trip, crashes in a small town at the humble abode Menyouping rents out. Wu xie is the only tenant, paying day by day rent, Zhang Qiling basically gives him free room and meals because Wu Xie sucks at getting a temp job. Wu xie keeps saying he’ll pay, but Zhang Qiling is like “not an issue.” Finally wu xie gets a job at a clothing shop, but a ghost ends up attached to him thinking he’s her missing daughter that was murdered. She tries to smother wu xie to death. Zhang Qiling intervenes, they don’t quite address what happened. The clothing shop meanwhile gets less busy after tourist season and lets wu xie go because he missed work without notice (aka a ghost tried to kill him, got in his head and trapped him in her past life memories and tried to talk her through moving on and grieving, as Zhang Qiling fought the ghost in real time). So wu xie is jobless again living rent free at the humble abode, Zhang Qiling worries wu xie is going to get killed because he seems to attract monsters, and wu xie just went to take photos of the crab apple blossoms. Turns out, a movie is shooting, and someone tries to yell him out of the park. Then who arrives, the gorgeous actor? Why XIAO HUA of course.

Also, it should be noted the way the story is told is So cool... wu xie gets dreams/weird dizzy spells and sees flashes of ghosts memories, and of things happening he’s not a part of... then at other times the narrative bounces between wx or Zql to the case-oc plot scenes like last one was a flash of comments on a handsome man’s profile pic, and wu xie dreaming himself/a man is reaching out to touch that man - and now I’ve realized it’s Xiao Hua. Just the way the writing mixes close character perspective narrative, with the slightly eerie blur between what’s real or a hazy dream or happening somewhere else, is so cool.

Anyway here’s where Xiao Hua shows up, because I’m loving it. Then below is a machine translation from DeepL. 1. Because I don’t have time right now to translate it myself (but it IS better in the original, it flows so GOOD I love this writing style). 2. I heard DeepL does much better machine translations then the other sites so I’m testing it out compared to what I actually read.

“你们在做什么？”吴邪话音未落，便看见一个穿着粉色长衫的男人娉娉婷婷的走了过来。虽然用娉婷这个词来形容男人或许有些不妥，但是那张俊美阴柔到连女生都自愧不如的脸，实在是比这满园的海棠还要姣美三分。

“爷，这小子赖在这儿不走，我怎么说他都不听。”刚才还凶神恶煞的汗衫男立马换了副嘴脸，点头哈腰的笑着。

目光落在吴邪%e8%83%b8`前的相机上，那男人挑了挑纤细的眉毛，柔声问道，“你是记者？”

“你想多了。”吴邪已经认出了这样倾国倾城的男人究竟是谁。是说，除了这两年演艺圈里炙手可热的解语花，谁还能有这么大的架势。

“你是本地人？正好，我这些天要在这里拍MV，我们剧组找的向导突然有事请了假，你能来暂时替他帮我们个忙么？不会很忙的，主要就是带我们去些景点。”解语花慢悠悠的说着，“工资日结给你。”

本打算老实承认自己不是本地的，但是当听到最后那句时，吴邪立马点了点头。开玩笑，天上难得掉个馅饼下来，自己已经欠了张起灵不少房费和伙食费，可算是能还上了。

“爷，这不合规矩啊！”那衬衫男瞪了吴邪一眼，还想阻拦。

“我就是规矩。”解语花轻轻的笑着，可是说出的话却没有一丝温度。“吴邪，跟我来。”

“我告诉过你我的名字么？”疑惑的看着解语花，吴邪觉得自己的心莫名的悬了起来。

“没有么？谁知道呢。”解语花并没有再多说什么，自顾自的走向了那边已经等得炸开了锅的摄影地。而那个汗衫男瞪了吴邪一眼，赶紧亦步亦趋的跟了上去。

带上了STAFF的工作证，吴邪突然有一种似乎回到了两年前的感觉。自己已经很久没有过‘同事’这个概念了，看着身边忙的满头大汗的工作人员，吴邪无所事事的站在遮阳棚下四处张望。

刚才那个汗衫男果然是场务，大家都管他叫邱哥。虽然表面上大家都对他毕恭毕敬的，但是吴邪能看出来大家眼神���的鄙视。另一个给解语花补妆的女孩子叫小七，是解语花的助理之一，看上去年纪虽然不大但是做事很细致，小小年纪就能跟在一线明星身边，看样子应该有些本事。

其他人吴邪看了个大概，都没记住命字，反正自己平时也就只需要和场务还有助理打打交道，其他人认不认识无所谓。

不过要是现在没自己的事的话，是不是能先去照两张啊？吴邪看着漫天飘舞的海棠花瓣，趁着没人注意自己，刚想举起相机对着那海棠照几张，镜头前突然变得漆黑一片。

“现在不能照相哦小同志~”虽然是很有磁性的声音，但是吴邪却总觉得这调子轻挑的很。放下手中的相机，只见一个穿着一身黑衣还戴了个黑墨镜的人，正站在自己的镜头前，刚那一片漆黑，估计就是他墨镜的镜片。

自己只是穿了件衬衫都觉得热，这个男人长袖长裤就算了，还全是黑色？吴邪看着他被墨镜遮挡了大半的脸，额角一丝汗水都没有，脸色也丝毫不像有热的感觉。

不是吧，又大白天见鬼了？吴邪赶紧揉了揉眼睛在心里开始自我催眠，但是那男人并没消失，依然笑意盈盈的站在自己面前。

“你是谁？”既然不是鬼，那只能说这个男人有病了。吴邪同情的看了他一眼，不知冷热的人真可怜。

“嘿嘿，我和你一样，都是这里的临时工~”并没在意吴邪眼神里那明显的同情神色，那男人笑得依旧轻佻。

“嗯，我叫吴邪。”听着临时那两个字，吴邪对眼前的这个男人总算有了些好感。

“小天真，下次不要轻易把名字告诉陌生人哦~~”神秘莫测的说完，那男人就笑着走开了。

吴邪听着他的话突然莫名的打了个冷颤，抬头看了看依旧灿烂刺眼的阳光，转过头找着那男人，却发现他站在离解语花不远的地方，嘴角那轻佻的笑里，似乎还多了些别的情愫。

娱乐圈里果然盛产怪人。

打了哈欠，吴邪搬了张小椅子��了下来，要不是为了今天就能结下来的工资，自己才懒得在这里浪费时间。虽然说解语花确实是红得发紫的大明星，又是演员又是歌手还会唱花鼓戏，人气高的快要赶上珠峰 ，可是自己对他实在是不感冒。

远远地看着解语花穿着戏装走在漫天的花海里，一颦一笑都充满了余韵悠长的柔美。粉红色的海棠花瓣散落在他的肩头，像是在与他低声的细语呢喃。名花不解语，无情也动人。解语花这个艺名起的，倒还是真是衬他的人。

百无聊赖的打了个哈欠，吴邪撑着下巴，不知不觉的就闭上了眼睛。

“你看，这是你最爱的海棠花，我怕它的颜色褪掉，就用血泡了三天然后风干，你看，是不是比之前更好看？”◇思◇兔◇網◇

“你知道么，从我第一次见到你开始，就爱上了你了，这个世界不会有比我更爱你的人了。”

“可是你为什么却像是看不到我呢？你的目光为什么不能停在我的身上呢？”

“我知道你平时唱戏吊嗓子会很累，你看，这是我特意给你做的花茶，里面也有那些海棠干花，混着我的血，喝起来一定会很甜的！”

“解语花，我爱你，我爱你——”

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"What are you guys doing?" Before Wu Xie's voice could be heard, he saw a man in a long pink shirt Lovely as a painting walk over. Although it might be a bit inappropriate to use the word picturesque to describe the man, but that face that was so handsome, so beautiful that even girls were ashamed of themselves was really three times more beautiful than this garden full of begonias.

"Master, this brat is relenting on staying here and won't leave, no matter what I say he won't listen." The man in the changshan who was fierce just now, immediately changed his face, nodding and laughing.

With his eyes falling on the camera in front of Wu Xie`, the handsome man raised his slender eyebrows and softly asked, "Are you a reporter?"

"You're overthinking it." Wu Xie had already recognized who such a noticable man really was. That is, who else could have such a big presence other than the hotly-anticipated Xie Yu Hua in the showbiz for the past two years.

"You're a local? I'm shooting a music video here these days, and the guide we're looking for has suddenly taken a leave of absence. Can you cover for him for a while? It won't be very busy, mainly just taking us to some sights." Xie Yu Hua said slowly, "The daily pay will be paid to you."

Wu Xie was going to honestly admit that he wasn't a local, but when he heard that last sentence, Wu Xie immediately nodded. Joking aside, it was rare for a pie to fall from the sky, and he already owed Zhang Qiling quite a bit of money for the housing and food, so he was eager to be able to pay it back.

"Master, this isn't according to the rules!" The man in the shirt glared at Wu Xie and tried to stop him.

"I am the rule." Xie Yu Hua laughed lightly, but the words spoken had no warmth. "Wu Xie, come with me."

"Did I ever tell you my name?" Confused, Wu Xie felt his heart hanging inexplicably as he looked at the undecipherable flower of a man.

"No? Who knows." Xie Yu Hua didn't say anything more and walked on his own towards the photography spot over there that was already waiting to explode. And the guy in the sweatshirt glared at Wu Xie and hurriedly followed in his footsteps.

With his STAFF work permit on, Wu Evil suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have returned to two years ago. It had been a long time since he'd had the concept of 'colleague'. Looking at the busy, sweaty staff around him, Wu Xie stood under the awning looking around idly.

The man in the sweatshirt just now was really the field service, and everyone called him Brother Qiu. Everyone called him Brother Qiu. Although everyone was respectful to him on the surface, Wu Xie could see the contempt in everyone's eyes. Another girl who was patching up Xie Yu Hua's makeup was called Xiao Qi, one of Xie Yu Hua's assistants, who looked like she was not very old but was very meticulous in her work, and at a young age, she was able to follow a top-tier star, so it looked like she should have some skills.

The other people, Wu Xie looked at a general idea and didn't remember the destiny words, anyway, he usually only had to deal with the venue and the assistants, it doesn't matter if the others recognize him or not.

But if you don't have your own things to do now, can you take a couple of photos first? When Wu Xie looked at the begonia petals floating in the sky, while no one was paying attention to himself, he was just about to raise his camera to take a few pictures of the begonia flowers, when the lens suddenly became pitch black.

"Can't take pictures now oh little comrade~" although it was a very magnetic voice, but Wu Xie felt that this tone was light and provocative. Put down the camera in your hands, only to see a person wearing a black shirt and also wearing a black sunglasses, is standing in front of your own lens, just that piece of darkness, presumably is the lens of his sunglasses.

He just wore a shirt, must be all hot, this man had long sleeves and long pants even, but also all black? Wu Xie looked at his face, which was mostly covered by sunglasses, with not a trace of sweat at the corner of his forehead, and his face didn't look like it was hot at all.

No way, seeing ghosts in broad daylight again? Wu xie quickly rubbed his eyes and began to hypnotize himself in his mind, but the man didn't disappear and still stood in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Since it wasn't a ghost, it could only mean that the man was sick. Wu Xie looked at him sympathetically, it was pitiful to not know whether he was hot or cold.

"Hey, I'm a temporary worker here just like you~" not caring about the obvious look of sympathy in Wu Xie’s eyes, the man's smile was still frivolous.

"Well, my name is Wu Xie." Hearing the word temporary, Wu Xie finally had some good feelings for the man in front of him.

"Little naïve, next time don't easily tell your name to a stranger oh~" after the mysteriously inscrutable words, the man laughed and walked away.

Wu Xie suddenly shivered inexplicably at his words, looked up at the still brilliant and blinding sunlight, turned around to look for the man, but found him standing not far from Xie Yu Hua, and there seemed to be something else in that frivolous smile on his lips.

The entertainment world really is full of weirdos.

Yawning, Wu Xie moved a small chair and sat down, if it wasn't for the salary that would be settled today, he wouldn't have bothered to waste time here. Although it was true that Xie Yu Hua was a big star, an actor, singer and flower drum opera singer, whose popularity was about to catch up with that of Everest, he was really not interested in him.

From afar, He watched Xie YuHua walking in the sea of flowers in his costume, his every gesture and smile full of a long, soft charm. The pink begonia petals are scattered on his shoulder, as if they are murmuring with him in a whisper. A famous flower does not speak in decipherable language, but it is ruthless and touching. The name of the artist name of "Clearing the Whispering Flower" is really a match for him.

Yawning in boredom, Wu Xie braced his chin and closed his eyes without realizing it.

"Look, this is your favorite begonia, I was afraid of its color fading, so I soaked it in blood for three days and then dried it, look, isn't it better than before?" The internet read.

"You know, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you, and there won't be anyone in the world who loves you more than me."

"But why is it like you can't see me? Why can't your eyes stop on me?"

"I know you usually get tired of singing and hanging your voice, look, this is a special herbal tea I made for you, it also has those dried begonia flowers mixed with my blood, it will taste very sweet!"

"Unbreakable flower, I love you, I love you-"

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

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*ok I lied I edited the machine translation a bit, because wu xie’s name Translated as Wu Evil and also a few glaring errors in sentences I couldn’t stand to see and had to fix. Wu xie also translated to Wu Wu lol. And the gender issue Mtl’s usually have happened with this one too - he switching to her, etc. Positives of this Mtl DeepL - I think it KEPT most of the words and details instead of omitting (a big problem I have with Baidu Translate is it often summarizes and shortens/cuts out descriptive lines), most of this reads similar to how it did in chinese just rougher word choice. Also it handled the perspective thing ok - this author often does “I myself should take this job cause muself feels screwed otherwise” with ziji a lot, or like a line is a person sort of mentally talking to themselves like “you see a chance, take the picture!” DeepL handled those in a way I can actually notice easily.

ALSO SUNGLASSES SHOWED UP

Also I love how Xiao Hua is an actor here, but he still absolutely feels like a Threat underneath the surface.. just like in dmbj.

The purple text is a great part that shows how this websites Mtl actually preserved the nice descriptions.

And the end part is the writing style that I meant - wu xie gets tired, and it’s like his conciousness goes to this or else the scene Shifts to this scene. And then the following dialogue is just words coming out, maybe in wu xie’s mind, maybe in his dream, maybe on a phone screens comments. You can’t quite tell at first, until later when the narrative will tell you what it was. It’s such a cool way of imtroducing the unsettling moments, the building up of the case arc plots.

Also this is a supernatural fic so who knows if Sunglasses is even human in this ovo)/

Genuinely though like. If you want a link just message me. (Or look in my older posts tagged 寒舍 , rec list, I’m sure I’ve mentioned this link before o3o )

[queen-of-songs]

The Accidental Crush of Sansa Stark and the recurring annoyance that followed- Chapter 2 pt.1

"Sansa? If you could date any boy counselors here, who would you date?" Shireen, an adorable little camper asked as she walked all of them to canoeing. Sansa paused. Was her developing attraction that obvious? One of the golden staff rules was that there were to be no summer romances or if there was one, to be discreet to the point leadership didn't have any suspicions.

"She'd date Harry of course! Have you seen the way he looks at her?!" Beth giggled. "They would be like Ariel and...Philip!"

"Philip is Aurora's prince, Beth. Ariel's prince is Eric remember?" Alys shook her head at Beth. "I think Sansa would be happiest with Sam!"

"Sam likes Gilly, he blushes every time he's around her," Osha spoke up and the girls around her nodded in agreement.

"Sansa should go out with Dickon, he's so handsome!" Minisa sighed dreamily while Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"Can't you all see Sansa likes...." Lyanna began before Sansa interrupted her. "Girls, I appreciate you all comparing me to a Disney princess and wishing for my happiness. But I assure you, I don't feel that way toward anyone here."

Most of the girls seemed convinced by her little white lie and forgot about their question within seconds. All except for Lyanna. Lyanna stood behind while the other girls went down to the canoeing river. She tilted her head at Sansa in curiosity and Sansa took a deep breath.

"What is it Lyanna?"

"I saw you look at Jon at the pool yesterday."

"Lyanna, I had sunglasses on. I was looking at everyone in the pool." Sansa scoffed, hoping the defiant little camper would drop it. But Lyanna raised her chin with a sly smile on her face.

"Maybe that's true. But I saw you look at him a couple of times today at breakfast and you didn't have sunglasses then. You get a big smile on your face when he's around like the Disney princesses do."

Perhaps I should tone it down a bit.

Sansa took a moment to collect herself and sighed. "Lyanna, Jon is my coworker and friend. I smile when I see all my coworkers..."

"It's different with Jon. That's the way my mom looked at my dad before he died." Lyanna sadly smiled and quickly ran off to join her fellow campers, while Sansa stood in silence.

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"Girls, can I ask you something?" Sansa asked as she turned up the volume to skype her friends during break time. Margaery was in the process of making an anniversary gift for Theon, Dany was painting her nails so they could be ready for her date night with Daario, Missandei was painting a portrait for Grey, and Brienne was ordering a knife for Jaime's birthday.

"Sure, Sansa!" They all sang in unison.

"Am I being too obvious if one of my campers can tell who I am attracted to?" Sansa spoke quickly, hoping they missed it. But judging by how they were all looking at each other as if they were in the Brady Bunch credits, they did.

"OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Missandei shouted.

"I bet it's Harry! Margaery surmised.

"I think it's Dickon. Did you see the pics Sansa posted that tagged him in? They'd be absolutely perfect together!" Dany sighed happily.

"Well, are you going to tell us who it is?" Brienne rose an eyebrow.

"It's the guy I told you all about that pissed me off a few weeks ago. We've patched things up and he's really...cool." Sansa blushed and saw their collective smiles.

"You never told us Mr. Broody's name, what is it?" Margaery inquired.

"His name is Jon, Jon Snow," Sansa responded, and immediately Dany spat out her drink. "Jon Snow?! You like him?!"

"Yeah. Do you know him Dany?" Sansa asked, confused out of her mind.

"He's my nephew," Dany responded and Margaery's eyes widened. "Dany, how on earth do you have a nephew the same age as you?"

"Remember my older brother Rhaegar? Jon is his whoops kid after he had an affair while Elia was in a coma." Dany shrugged.

"Oh yeah! But you've never mentioned him before, why is that?" Missandei asked in curiosity.

"I didn't know he existed until he came to live with Rhaegar and Elia four years ago. He's hasn't been around much because he was either going to school or working at camp." Dany answered and Brienne leaned forward. "Dany, what were you going to add about Jon earlier when Sansa mentioned that she liked him?"

"He's a great guy...but Sansa, he has a girlfriend. Her name is Lysa Tully. He's been dating her for years. I am truly sorry, Sansa." Dany's face was full of sadness.

"Dany, don't be sorry! I'm glad you told me before I made a fool of myself. Now I can be more cognizant of my actions." Sansa put her hands in a heart shape and Dany laughed as she responded with heart hands back.

"But damn, I wish it were different. It would be so cool to have you as my sis...niece in law. Seven hells, that's so weird...."Dany began before all the girls cackled in unison.

Before long, Margaery narrowed her eyes. That typically meant she was vying for information. "Dany, give us the deets on Lysa."

"My brother and Elia think she's a character," Dany grimaced.

"That sounds like how my grandmother would describe Mr. Baelish and Mr.Varys," Margaery hummed.

"Rhaenys tolerates her and Aegon can't stand to be in the same room as her. My experience made me want to slap her, honestly."

"What happened?" Brienne inquired and Dany sighed. "She made Daario feel uncomfortable because he's not from "here," whatever "here" is supposed to mean."

"Oh. She's one of those types of people... ew does that mean Jon is as well???" Missandei rose an eyebrow.

"No, not by a long shot. Jon is super passionate about social issues and has always been involved in some way or another. He and Lysa got into an argument after she made Daario feel uncomfortable. She ended up apologizing, though I didn't think it was truly genuine. I think it was only to show Jon that she was "improving." Dany shrugged, while Brienne, Margaery, and Missandei collectively sighed. Sansa bit the inside of her cheek.

Of course, he has a girlfriend. He's good looking and has a kind soul. Who was I kidding? Well, maybe I can try to be his friend at least. Yes. That's what I'll do and my feelings will go away. They have before and they will now.

After making her decision, Sansa spoke up.

"Well ladies, enough about me and my sad crush life. Tell me about all your individual plans with your guys!!!!!!"

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"Sansa, you should go! I'm sure it'll be loads of fun!" Her co-counselor Mya exclaimed.

The leadership team decided last minute to have counselor late-night swim and Sansa internally debated if she really wanted to go.

If I am trying to friendzone my crush, shouldn't I try to limit the times I see him wet and shirtless?

"I'm really tired, Mya. I just want to take a hot shower, it's been a really long day."

It wasn't necessarily a bad excuse. It had been a long day. It hadn't even been five minutes after Sansa ended her skype call with her friends when she heard Dickon radio for her help. Two of the girls got into a fight during canoeing and poor Beth cried the entire time after she fell backward in the river. The next skill area didn't fare well either after Minisa got bit by a brown recluse and had to go to the hospital. Then later in the day, the porch swing broke off at the merchandise store and Lyanna sprained her ankle. Sansa had gotten well acquainted with nurse Thoros. Because she worked so well with the little ones, she typically made calls throughout the week but never this many in one week.

"That's true but Sansa, you've been such a trooper today. You deserve a break." Mya reasoned.

"You were there too, Mya. I wouldn't have survived today without you, honestly. In fact, why don't you go tonight and I'll go tomorrow?" Sansa responded.

"Are you sure, Sansa?"

"Absolutely."

"Aww thanks, Sansa." Mya smiled and hugged Sansa tight for a few seconds before going to her room in the cabin to get a bathing suit.

"Oh by the way Mya, I'd wear the blue one. Harry blushes a little when you wear it." Sansa looked at her nails while Mya's mouth slightly dropped.

"How did you know?! I thought I was hiding it well."

"You are! I'm the only one who can really tell because I'm a big sucker for enemies to lovers so I can tell by the little things."

"...Harry blushed a little when I wore it last?"

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure he was going to say something before one of his campers jumped in the pool with his stuffed kittens." Sansa and Mya began chuckling as they remembered the sweet little boy who wanted to prove cats weren't afraid of water.

"Well thank you for the heads up, Sansa." Mya began to leave before leaning back in the doorway. "Should I wear my braids up or down?"

"Do whatever makes you feel confident."

"I'm going to wear them down. Harry Hardyng, here I come." Mya sang as she left the cabin into the hall to go change.

"Sansa?" a soft whisper woke her up and she could see Mya's outline by the bed. Sansa rose up on her elbow and she could tell Mya wanted to talk out in the hall. She followed her out quietly and then sat against the wall.

"Mya, how was it?" Sansa rose an eyebrow and a deep blush appeared on Mya's brown skin.

"It was wonderful. We... we kissed under the water. It was magical." Mya sighed happily and Sansa's heart leaped with joy.

"Did anyone see you two?"

"Surprisingly and thankfully, no. Everyone was distracted by Sam and Gilly. He finally asked her out!"

"Sounds like a good night for everyone it seems." Sansa smiled and closed her eyes for just a moment before Mya spoke up.

"Do you like anyone Sansa?" Sansa opened her eyes to see Mya have an eyebrow raised.

"Erm... not really." Sansa lied and Mya scoffed as she began redoing her braids.

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure I saw you staring at your former pool duty partner a bit the other day. Is that why you switched?"

"For one, for some reason, I thought Jon was going tonight before I remembered he and Harry are co's this week. Two, it doesn't matter how I feel."

"Why doesn't it matter, Sansa?"

"Because he has a girlfriend." Sansa's voice cracked a little and Mya's face filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, Sansa."

"It's okay."

"What's your game plan?"

"My game plan? I want to become his friend and try to friendzone him."

"Friendzone your crush, hmm. I've never heard of that before. How are you going to do it?"

"Ask him about his girlfriend, what he likes, try to steer from anything super personal, keep a healthy distance, and....I'll talk about guys I find attractive."

"Besides Jon, who else would you want to go on a date with at camp?"

"Not really." Sansa shrugged.

"Any guys back home?"

"Um sort of I guess? If you count teammates/friends Robb brings home during breaks. His is name is Pyp. He's really cool and kind." Sansa smiled.

"Ooh tell me more!" Mya rested her face on her hands as the girls did during storytime before bed.

"He's majoring in Civil Engineering. He plays left wing on the hockey team at White Harbor, he's pretty good. I wouldn't be surprised if he was drafted in the WHL. He's pretty funny and a movie buff."

"Why didn't you go on a date with him then?"

"I was scared after everything that went down with Waymar, that I was a little hesitant to date."

"What did happen with Waymar?" Mya questioned.

"I made a fool out myself for him. I wore different clothes, dyed my hair black, and I even started going by my middle name to seem "cooler" to him. I..." Sansa shuddered. "I gave him special favors in the hopes, he just so he'd finally see me. One day, he texted me to meet up with him at his house and I went over thinking that he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. I got there and the door was wide open. I thought it was a bit strange and I went in, worried if Waymar was okay when I heard noises coming from his bedroom. I opened the door and caught him having sex with my former best friend Myranda. I closed the door and ran down the stairs. Waymar and Myranda came down right before I left. Waymar forgot he texted me and tried to apologize while Myranda just smirked at me. I asked her 'How could you?' and she said 'You're the biggest fool to ever think you had a shot with Waymar and I only became friends with you to get to him along with your money. Who would anyone ever want to date someone like you? You're a stupid and ugly little girl. Oh, you're crying now. How sad? No one's ever had the guts to tell you that? You're sasquatch with no curves or boobs."

Sansa looked down at the crown, while hot tears streamed down her face. Mya gathered her in her arms as Sansa sobbed.

"You know what Myranda said about you isn't true right? You're beautiful on the inside and out. Hell, I wish I was as tall and skinny as you." Mya whispered while Sansa shook her head.

"Mya, you're beautiful."

"So are you! Being tall sounds great, I don't like always having to crane my neck to look at Harry when we're bantering. The pool is probably one of the few kisses where he won't have to practically bend down to kiss me. Don't get me started on being curvy and having to find jeans that don't feel like they're not suffocating my thighs and butt while having a huge awkward gap in the back." Mya ranted. "Don't be hard on yourself, Sansa. You're amazing, you need to believe that. The girls love you, I love you, your other friends and family love you, and everyone at camp does. You need to love yourself."

"Thank you, Mya. You're right, I do need to work on loving myself." Sansa smiled.

"That's the spirit!" Mya high fived her and then they heard the door open from Mya's room to see Beth's face full of tears.

"What's wrong Beth? Did you have a nightmare?" Mya asked, her voice full of concern.

"No, I..." Beth's lip wobbled. "Miss Mya, I woke up and I realized I don't have any more underwear for the rest of the week."

"How many did you bring Beth?" Sansa asked as Beth sat down in between her and Mya.

"My brother packed me six."

Only six for Sunday through Friday? I'd pack at least twelve or fourteen... Wait! It's only Tuesday?!

"But it's only Tuesday Beth, how did you go through six?" Mya's eyes widened.

"I... I peed myself a bit on Sunday when I was waiting for the bathroom after I took my shower, so I had to change. Monday, I got my unicorn undies wet from the shower after I dropped them. I asked Lyanna to get some out of my bag. Today, after I fell in the water I got scared I was going to get leeches so I changed into my last pair. I just keep getting bad luck!" Beth started to tear up and an idea popped up in Sansa's mind.

"Beth, are all your dirty clothes in a bag?" Sansa asked.

Beth nodded and Sansa sighed in relief.

"Okay, I'm going to wash all of your dirty clothes in the washer and you'll have your five pairs clean again."

"Won't people judge me for re-wearing the same undies again?"

"No, it's none of their business and besides sometimes I wear the same undies when I don't take a shower for a day if I didn't sweat." Sansa shrugged.

"Same." Mya agreed and Beth looked at the both of them in amazement.

"Thank you so much, Miss Sansa and Miss Mya!" Beth hugged them both and went back into Mya's room.

"What. A. Night," Mya exclaimed and Sansa couldn't help but agree.

"Drinking coffee right before lunch?" Jon asked as Sansa filled her coffee mug.

"Yep. I'm exhausted, I had to wash one of my girls' clothes because she didn't pack enough underwear. She was upset and it broke my heart. Yesterday just wasn't her day."

"Beth right? She's a sweetheart." Jon smiled before he took a sip of his tea.

"She definitely is." Sansa nodded in agreement.

"Is she your favorite this week?"

"We as counselors aren't supposed to have favorites." Sansa attempted to be stern as Jon rose an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. Sansa began laughing so hard that her nose snorted and coffee spilled down her nose.

She grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her nose, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Seven hells, why must I embarrass myself in front of hot guys??? Why can't my laugh be sweet and adorable???

"I like your laugh, it's cute. You should do it more often." Jon's deep voice broke into her reverie and she lifted her eyes to see a small grin on his face.

"You should make more dramatic faces and jokes then," Sansa smiled back and Jon laughed a little.

"Noted." Jon nodded and then his eyebrows knitted together. "I just realized you didn't go to last night's late-night."

"Nope, besides doing Beth's laundry, I took a hot shower and talked to Mya out in the hall for a bit."

"Oh, Mya? Harry had heart eyes when he came back to the cabin last night. About damn time something happened."

"Mr. Jon? Did you just curse on campgrounds?" Sansa dramatically exclaimed and Jon chuckled as he shook his head.

"I sure did, Miss Sansa. Am I going to lose points now?"

[kutemouse]

And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 10, Mr. J finds Robin

Realized it might be easier to add titles so people know whats going on in these

Marinette was glad she had red hoodie, er, Jay back. He helped her escape her overprotective rouges, and aas the only one she could rant to about JL members without worrying about secret identities.

They may also be plotting to get their Hero Stalker out of the batfam—apparently Dick was a dick to Jason and chances of him changing with Tim were slim.

Speaking of, he didnt pick up lastnight and there havent been Robin sightings lately. Though, she is a but distracted trying to manage Jay’s murder rampages. Zsasz was helping with those and the Sirens pointed him to targets that deserved it, mostly traffickers and cartels.

The Council said that at this rate, he’d be her bodyguard or a new member. She didnt know what that meant for him besides staying beside her, when she worked as ‘Harley’s Niece’ (thank you puzzles for that) but otherwise she was kept away as Pixie Pop (too easy to id her) and Jill was just her father’s daughter taking to his patients and keeping certain Rogues from plotting mass murder (Uncle Jerome, Penguin, Riddler) or terrorist attacks (mostly Scarecrow but sometimes Ivy, Dent and Mr. Freeze)

But it bugged her, Robin being missing. She mentioned it to Rose, who said her flowers hadn’t seen him at all. As Tim or Robin.

She sent out a rouge and RKC search city-wide. Jay helps, as Red Hood (helmet was better but no, hood. Even though he isnt wearing one and is still in the awful outfit they met in).

Red Hood has managed to get a following on the streets and made a no kids rule for everything. All kids found were given to Uncle Oswald or his ‘son’ Marteen (late twenties) for recovery phsycially. Mentall Harley had her own picks for help on therapy, social and psychological sides.

The RKC was thriving since that system was installed.

But Robin was missing two days in. Mr. J was still back and too quiet and damnit!

Marinette skipped her treatments. Gotham is loud and she knows it but she has to do something. Jay is in his gear and she puts on her knock-Harley outfit and stocks up on knives, stungun, bolas and rubber bullet guns on her hips or legs.

She doesnt think about the fact that the red and black makes it look like her and Red Hood are trying to match with the the different red and black he’s wearing. Her makeup covers her face again—done up like a mime with a few contour tricks now.

She sneaks out and patrols on the rooftop, one of Robin’s usual routes. Maybe they just need to talk in person.

Then she catches something that sounds like her Hero Stalker when he was frustrated and tired and oh god that was screaming in there.

She moved. hit Rose’s tracker flower hard enough to leave a distress trail as she ran.

Jay ran after her, following her twists and turns.

She wished she skipped her treatments sooner. Could fly off to help but she hadnt and she cursed herself for this.

At 10 she found Mr. J torturing her friend in a warehouse.

“Stalker,” she whispered. Becuase that’s who he was first, the hero stalker that loved Batman and Robin (Robin-Jay, a small voice corrected her) for helping his city and were kind and caring and nice when his home was cold.

Robin and Mr. J didn’t hear. She knew that words were being said but she couldnt process them. Shock, Harley talked about that a lot after last summer.

A camera was recording. The sick fuck, he wanted to show this to someone.

She grabbed her bolas and threw them at Mr. J’s head.

He went down, hard. Jay handled him, but Marinette only cared about getting her friend off that table.

There was an oversized ray gun lointed at them while she fiddled witht he restraints, picking the locks.

She heard the whirling in it and kicked it in another direction.

It threw lightning. What the hell. What the hell—where was Batman. Why wasnt he keeping her friend safe. Why did he fail to keep Jay safe. Why—why does he get to put kids in danger?

Marinette felt sick. She got an exhausted Tim out and carried him.

She felt Harley run a hand through her hair as she refused to let her friend go.

She didnt know when the others got there, but they were.

Never alone, never go in alone. Always call the family and they will show. Never fight alone—the Council drilled this into her for years. Why was Hero Stalker-Robin alone? Did Batman forget how dangerous Gotham can be?

Zsasz was there with Jay, something Jay being “too nice” about needing to kill him painfully and permanently this time—“properly put him down this time.”

Her mind was a mess. She went to her Father on autopilot, carrying Tim over the rooftops. He clung to her. She’s ten and he’s twelve clinging to her as support. Where’s his team, his backup. Where’s Batman or Batgirl or Nightwing or the newb—Spoiler?

Why was Tim clinging to her and her team when his should be there. When his fights hers. Why were his enemies there and Batman—no, Bruce, his dad. Why wasn’t his Dad there for him. Why?

Father’s assisant helped fix Tim, their ability is to augment healing after Father puts them back together. Any attempt to move his mask was met by her breaking their wrist.

He had enough to worry about. No identity reveals on top of this nightmare, not on her watch.

She didn’t leave him that night. Refused to sleep too.

When he came to the next day, Jay was with a despondent Marinette.

“Going Kronos route,” Jay. Jay was tlaking about that monster. “He said I didnt have to see that.” Jayw as looking at her weird.

Marinette nodded, hoping it was the last time for real Jerimah would die. She lost track of how many times he’d been killed.

“Dad, he’s gotta be worried...” Tim, why the hell aren’t you thinking for yourself? Marinette wants to shake him, to keep him there and never let Bruce see him again.

Jay is debating it too, she can feel it. “I don’t know, he replaced me pretty quick.”

She wants to hit her brother. Becuase she knows he’s hurting but Jay can you chill for a but—he knew Hero Stalker befor ehe became Robin. He kenw what Tim’s life was like before Bruce. And Tim has been through enough, especially for now, hasn’t he?

“I, Ja—” so his first name started with a J. He was Jason Todd Wayne. Red Hoodie was Jason Todd Wayne and Robin and now James Smith. A lot of o’s until now, she noted (distract to aviod processing an overwhelming situation.)

“Its Red Hood. That kid died.”

“Hoodie...” she wanted to hug him or hit him or something. She doesn’t know. It hurts and doesnt at once.

Jay put an hand on her shoulder.

She knew he meant it. That Robin was killed by negilence from what he’d told her and she could peice together. The batfam picked Dick who left over him—a new Robin with no idea what was going on and how to Wayne and was being bullied by the rich kids and teachers in the ways that Jason couldn’t fight against. And when he finally lashed out—started being abit more violent—they put distance and then he went to find someone that might want him, his birth mother. That person sold him out to Mr. J. He died trying to protect his birth mom who wanted him dead.

She wanted cry but her eyes weren’t working. Still in shock then.

“I’m taking you back home if you want, but you have to stop being Robin like this. You can still do detective stuff but you need backup when you patrol or do a bust ir anything. You’re thirteen, not twenty.”

Tim didn’t make eyecontact. “I, he needs me.”

Marinette wanted to throttle Bruce. Badly.

“I get that.”

Harley only got better when Ivy stepped in. Jerome only recovers as long as Marinette keeps talking to him, the Sirens are slowly adopting him so she has more free time. Zsasz does what she says, and when she said no more taking hits unless they broke an RKC rule—attacking kids, abuse (any kind), murder that isn’t justifiable (see Dent for clarification), and active enablers of systematic abuse (dirty cops and their ‘albi’ partner, the false alibi givers too—Rose and Ivy’s plants were happy to testify the truth of anyone’s lcoation at any time).

Hell, if it wasnt for Frost and Ghoul and Puzzles, she doubted their fathers would even be considering backing off of crime. As it stands, Riddler is now running a youtube let’s play and working on game design as her and puzzles constant request. The other two were slowly moving off of crime and more into science again.

Her father would still be.. she didnt want to know how he’d escalate. But there were rumors of an alter around... she’d handle that tomorrow. Today was making sure Tim understood boundaries.

“But that doesnt mean you die for him. Do you hear me?”

Tim wasn’t looking at her then, looking at Jay instead.

“How are you even...”

“I dont talk about it.”

Tim nodded, slowly turning back to Marinette. “I, uh...”

Jay shook his head. “He wont get it pixie.”

“I,” Marinette sighed. Everything in her hurt and she didn’t know why. She wasnt injured. “He can try. Just, please Jay?”

Jay ruffled her hair. “Talk to him then you’re getting some z’s got it?”

Marinette nodded, feeling Jay leave. Probably to talk to Father about this. Maybe the Council.

“T—Robin.” He turned to her then. “Please, don’t die. If its life or death situation, please dont be the one to die. Don’t pull an idiot move and martyr yourself fighting a war. Focus on the causes, find the root issue and kick its butt. If anyone can, its you.”

Tim blinked slowly at her.

Marinette sighed. “Get some rest. Everyone knows if the touch your mask Jay’s got free reign.”

She went home and let Harley gove her Ivy’s knockout tea.

“Hun, how...”

“He doesn’t even realize how screwed up it is. I, he can’t becuase he came from such shit parents and...”

Harley raised an eyebrow at her word choice, and decided certain people would get a talk. Lter, when her neice didnt look like she couls blow up at any minute.

Marinette wanted to scream and kick and fight but thst won’t help her friend.

“...how bad.”

“His birth parents left him alone enough for him to stalk vilgantes and rogues and get pics. They didnt even notice.”

Harley took a deep breath. “I’m giving him a burner. If he’s in deep, he can message us. I can talk to him but we both know that not how Waynes work.”

Marinette rubbed her temples. She suspected Harley knew but... “Do they know?”

“Only me, Selina and Jerome for now. Ivy suspects. Want it to stay our secret?”

Marinette nodded.

Harley patted her head. “Get some sleep. You have a Bat to chew out tonight.”

—

Marinette walked Tim to Batman, escorted by Jerome and Harley.

Jerome was pissed, she noted.

“Batsy, care to explain why my neice and us were the ones to find your bird?”

Batman didn’t look good. His skin was tired. Hopefully from searching for his son, right?

Batman was silent.

Tim ran into his arms, crying.

Marinette could feel Jerome ready to punch Batman. She held him back.

“Give him a minute, please.”

Jerome narrowed his eyes, but nodded.

Batman idly noted the interaction. Apparently this girl... clown-mime? She had sway over Joker and Harley. And found his son.

He didnt know how to thank them, or what to do with that.

“Er, Mr. Batman?” The girl sounded different then. More than a tonal shift.

“I, you need to fix your team. This is the second time this happened to one of your sons.”

Batman tensed at that.

“It was Mr. J again. I, one of my uncles and my brother are handling him. This is the third summer he’s tried killing a kid.”

That had both looking at her. “He,” Marinette was smaller then, almost... scared.

Batman seemed to catch what she was trying to say.

“He kidnapped my girl here with hatter, killed Hatter infront kf her, and held her for a week while deciding how to kill her until she escaped and called us.”

Batman stared at Marinette then, something clicking enough to make him pale.

“He targets kids. The, the RKC are claiming jurisdiction on him and claiming his body to prevent future revivals,” Marinette got out, shaking slightly. She hated thinking about that week. It took day with the green crystals and week after to recover phsyically.

Batman didnt say anything, waiting for her to talk. Not the adults—he put together she’s incharge.

It was unnerving.

Tim was looking ar her too. They both knew she knew a lot. He wanted to see what she’d do with that knowledge.

She hated to dissapoint him, but Oswald and Marteen and Fish told her to make sure negotations go her way by any means necessary.

“I, Robin is either to be supervised or partnered during all patrols, put on a team somewhere else where he gets that support or be removed from fieldwork and he needs a new alias for his safety.”

Robin, not Tim, stiffened. “You’re not the boss of me!”

“If these conditions aren’t met, then i...”

Harley stepped forward then. “Then me or Jokes will blab about who’s under the mask. If its bad enough, then my mini-me will let out four other leaguer’s identities and their sidekicks. She’s pretty smart, even panicked when she found out i knew how much she knew.”

Marinette was paler under the makeup. She knew

This was the best plan for sucess but it made her feel sick.

Batman put Tim behind him.

“How does she—”

Marinette winced at the tone.

Batman froze at her reaction. He didnt like it when kids were scared of him.

She was shaking when she spoke. “Paterns and friends with their obsessions and me with mine and a few photoshop jokes and it just...” she trailed off, curling in in herself and eyes on the ground.

Bad move but she, she cant look at people right now. Maybe Jay but not the man who pushed her brother into a palce where he was vulenerable, not one who failed to get two of his sons away from Mr. J.

“You, you should have a meeting or something on secret identities becuase i have to keep a lot of them now. Becuase, becuase you guys are bad at them and blocking JL news did nothing to stop figuring out Arrow with his archery style and Superman’s only works with general disbelief and acting and Wonderwoman should vary how she carries herself or something and uh, yeah, Flash was more a senses thing and uh, i just...”

She was fiddling. With her ropes. When did she start doing that?

“I’ll talk to the league.” Batman was watching her carefully. Too carefully.

“Just, just think things through, okay? Tag team patrols if he stays and new costume—i made him by knowing him before... maybe a different role on the team? I, i don’t know just...”

Marientte squeezed the rope. Oh, those were tears starting up. “please keep him safe.”

She didnt see their reactions. She heard Jay coming over, in his helmet.

“Pixie, time to go.” It was Jay that lifted her up. She was lighter then? Did her worry screw with her treatment processing again? She didnt know. Or maybe she was just light to him?

She let him take her the long way, to the RKC.

She cried with Rose’s plants growing over her and Jay into him. Rose kept Ghoul from going to kill someone by getting him to help her make crepes for Marinette.

It was an absymal attempt. But it got her to laugh.

Frost gave her an ice sculpture and told them he’d be taking her to his summer classes in Central for a few.

—

The JL have a meeting. No one likes what Batman tells them.

“You’re telling us Harley Quinn—who took you down on her own twice—she has a neice that knows not only your team’s identities, but mine, Supes, Wonder Woman and Flash’s?” Arrow summized.

Batman sighed. “Yes.”

The League was silent for a moment.

Flash was the one to break it. “You wouldnt happen to have any pictures of Harley in casual clothing would you?”

Everyone turned to him, various looks of confusion, rage and disgust.

Batman put a picture of Harley with the Sirens up, one where she forgot her make-up during a ‘shopping spree’ in the Sirens early days.

“Yeah, i think she’s this girl, Jill i think, her aunt. The kid was wicked smart when i met her at the Flash muesum last year, and knew more than she should about acfive police cases. I think she’s our mystery girl, Pixie.”

“That’s what Red Hood was calling her before taking her away.”

The league burst into chaos then.

“We need to find her”

“Get the security feeds from the Flash muesum last summer.”

“Theyre deleted already.”

“Databases for american girls named variations of Jill born between XXXX and XXXX”

“Wait, alias, maybe?”

“Damnit!”

—

The Flash was patroling his city when she spotted her. Pixie. At central city university.

“Hey there kiddo.”

The girl jumped a bit, turning to see him. Earplugs. sensory issues?

“Uh, hello?” Th girl looked around, like she was expecting someone else. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Kind of. Maybe you can help?”

That got the girl’s attention, sitting up straighter and her eyes sharper. Definately the girl Batman said she was. He put his league comm on, hoping the others would hear.

“There’s this case I’m working on, but the lead scientist is stuck on. I heard from a certain reporter you’re pretty good at forensic science, think you can help with a bit of bio?”

Marinette blinked a few times, but nodded. “Kind of. Im not allowed in labs yet so i mostly just look at data and figure out what patterns fit it best. My father doesnt want me to get too involved with biology or medicine since mom has a science ban.”

Red flag. Restrictive learning is a red flag. Possible abusive or toxic home. Procede with caution.

“Well that’s good. Give me one sec, the lead on this isnt getting it done.”

flash came back in less than a second, holding a file. “Can you look this over and tell me what happened?”

“The kid was moved through multiple locations while injured. He, he couldnt fight back since there’s no defensive wounds, but restraint bruising, looks like metal since its uniform... i, mr. flash, they have a lot of injuries, but some are old and defensive so in bad fighting situations a lot too.”

Marinette handed him back the file.

“Thank you. The forensic guy is taking forever.”

That had the girl, Jill? Looking at him again, this time curious. He hoped the league turned on his camera to see her reactions. Get her into their database.

“Who is it?”

“Barry Allen.”

Marinette couldnt help it, Barry (not flash, Barry who is hiding being a meta and still speaking out) is her personal hero. Him and Harley, but still. “He’s really cool!”

Okay, she can’t hide her fangirl side.

Flash raised an eyebrow. “Not really. Always late, sloppy attire, testimonies are eh.”

Marinette was mad then—why cant Flash let his alter be amazing!

“He’s late becuase he’s known to stay up late working on other cases when he isnt paid to and doesnt have to. And appearances and organizational skills arent what matters—his expertise is and he’s one of best with getting everyone what they need in time for case-building. So what if his reports are hard to read sometimes? He explains it in personso everyone gets what happened, which is very important and a lot of people are super bad at. And—and he advocates for meta rights and for their ability and circumstances taken into consideration during sentencing—none of the others even try to remind people of that and that a lot of metas dont chose their powers and it gets overwhelming and scary and then one instictive reaction later and people get hurt when you didnt want to react at all.”

Flash felt something kick him in the chest then. The girl is meta. Ear plugs. Possibly hurt somone by accident.

“If its okay, can i ask what your ability is?”

Marinette froze. “I. If anyone finds out, I lose Maman and Papa and Father and everyone.”

Flash froze at that. “What do you mean you lose everyone.”

“I, I’m visiting family for the summer. I live in France.” She didnt want to say more than that for location. “Being meta there is bad. Automatic life sentence with no trial bad.”

Flash sat down, putting an arm around her. This, this was not what he was expecting.

“My powers get worse in the summer. If I slip here, most of my family can handle it. Nothing bad happens. If i slip at home with Maman and Papa, i... if anyone knew then i’d be taken away whether they wanted it or not.”

“Where would you end up?” He had to know how bad it was.

“Living zombie in correction centers. Then jail-jail when you’re 18 until you die... no trial. Being meta is a crime there. And, and mr. Allen doesnt think that way at all. He keep saying you need to contextualize power and abilities and intents and if you defend yourself and you’re meta you go jail...”

Flash stayed silent, letting her continue.

“Maman screamed a lot when i hit this stalker in france. He was following me and other kids from school with a bat, saying he’d teach us all lessons. We got away but he kept trying to get us. I snapped one time and he was mostly fine, nothing permanent but Maman was so angry at me for almost getting caught becuase it was on tape and i was a little kid and little kids run, they dont fight.

“My powers didnt show though—Father made a treatment to keep them from that. No one suspects stickers... but she’s still scared its enough for a rep to come and check me for meta abilities and that she’ll lose me again.

“Again?”

Marinette twisted at that. “I, uh, probably would be dead if Father didnt find a treatment for me as a baby. Its how i got my abilities, but if theyre ever neutralized completely, i’d be dead. So we have to curb them... Maman forgets i need them and almost threw out my supply once. She forgets that i’m not normal until things like a student stalker happen and i hit the guy with his bat and then she remembers and gets scared i’ll be taken and its just...”

Flash decided he was adopting her, somehow. Smart and powered and in need of help.

There would be an intervention in France soon.

“Sounds like a lot of pressure, especially for someone your age.”

Marinette didnt make eye contact. “I have to. If i dont then there’s a dot in the open and thats a possible pattern and someone might connect it to the ones i couldnt stop. And Father and me are good at connecting dots and finding possibilities.”

Flash wanted to scream at the League then, he ahd a feeling they only added to her stress.

“He, he says we’re hardwired to find patterns and possibilities. But i shouldnt catch as many as i do. My teachers keep saying i need to slow down and dial it back and stop catching on so fast and blurting things out but i just...”

Marinette was fiddling with her hair then, it was down enough to.

“Sounds like you’re a real smart kid.”

“Smart kids don’t get caught.” She needed to be smarter, untraceable.

Flash thought she meant the Justice League wasn’t smart. And if the girl was reluctant to let him bring them in just yet...

“Do you at least have someone you can talk to about this?”

“My Auntie Quinn and Rose. Rose doesnt like you though.”

“Oh? Who made her mad at us? Was is Arrow?” He already knew but he wanted to know why.

“Batman. He, uh gave her to someone who, and i quote, ‘should never be allowed to have a sentiment child that is not a plant’ when she was found by him. She’s younger than me but she looks older, and isnt allowed outside of her house.”

Flash heard a low thump from his comm. oh, Batman knew who it was alright.

“I, uh, do you need help with another case?”

Flash smiled at her. She needed a distraction from what she just said.

“Back in a flash!” Once he was back in starr labs he turned on his audio. “Who was it?”

“Poison Ivy’s daughter. Cadmus, not Ivy, created her apparently.”

Flash swore as he grabbed a differnt file. Potential speedster case he hadn’t gotten around to.

“Here ya go kiddo,” Flash grinned at her.

Marinette nodded her head and looked over the file.

“Something doesn’t add up... there!” She pointed at one of the photographs. “See?”

Flash leaned in to get a better look.

“It looks like the speedster marks but that would only work if the speedster was messing with spacetime continum! But there’s no evidence of that so Occam’s razor, its a lightning meta!”

Flash looked over the picture and it did add up. Especially the lack of certain streaking patterns.

“They were probably teleporting since theres no drag or streaks, just one epicenter,” Marinette continued.

Flash decided that the League would be visiting Paris, and he’d be personally fixing the meta policies. And that the girl, Jill, she’d be in the League. She lectured Batman and Robin on safety and seemed to be focused on helping them in their weaker spots as heroes... mainly identity maintenance. And she likes science and is good at it—perfect to add a science-centric member to the League as she grows up.

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That’s the end of this summer. Next time we do marinette meeting Tikki and becoming Ladybug. That should take a few posts until we get back to gotham.

Let me know if you want a JL handling looking for Marinette as Princess (the kiddie kyptonian) and Jill (who Flash found and is presumed to be Harley’s neice). Im happy to if there’s interest.

Reminder, there will be many a miraculous swap and the Ladybug parts will diverge from cannon as 1) i changed a lot of characters, 2) charater dynamics are altered too and 3) i’m changing when students came in and how Adiren ended up in school.

Also, see my kwami posts for how the kwami are in this AU as they are not the same as cannon and it will be a bit obvious.

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Lifeline | O. Diaz

Pairing : Oscar x Martinez!Reader

Timeframe : Pre-Season Two

Summary : When lives are on the line, relationships are placed in jeopardy.

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A/N: Season Two of On My Block was everything I never knew I needed.

However, I couldn’t resist writing about the time straight after Olivia’s quince. it should be noted that this is a little different from “911″ and is a lot more angsty.

Definitely gonna write some pics about Season 2 because I am so emotionally invested right now. 

I hated the hospital.

From my experience, nothing good ever came out of it. At least not the one in Freeridge. I used to do everything I could to avoid going there, even if I was the one who needed help. That’s how much I deposed simply being inside of one.

However, when the paramedics arrived at my house and carried my baby brother away, I didn’t think twice about grabbing my dad’s keys and following the ambulance all the way to the hospital, where I stayed inside and waited. And waited.

And waited for my brother to wake up.

“He’s in surgery, mija,” my dad explained to me, after him and my mom spoke to the doctor overlooking Ruby’s situation. “... They don’t know how long it’ll be, so if you want, you can go home and we’ll call you as soon as-”

“I’ll wait here,” I insisted.

“Okay,” he replied softly.

There was a brief moment of silence. Not the peaceful sort, but rather the eerie kind. Then the elevator bell rang, and the doors opened.

And then he walked out.

“Y/n... Mr and Mrs Martinez...”

My father pursed his lips, before turning around and walking off in the opposite direction. My mother, on the other hand, headed right towards the teenage boy.

“The nerve you have, Cesar,” she muttered as she got closer. “The nerve you have to show your face to me... After what just happened to my son.”

“Mamí,” I cried, linking my arm around hers in an attempt to pull her back from getting any closer to Cesar. She had a right to be angry. I was angry too. But I knew Ruby wouldn't have wanted us to react like this. 

“Mrs Martinez, I’m so sorry...”

“Sorry?!” My mother stopped and began sinking in my arms. “My son’s life might be over because of your shit, and all you can say is your sorry?!”

My father ran back and took pulled my mother into his arms. As she her muffled wails echoed throughout the corridor of the hospital ward, I pulled Cesar back into the elevator he came in from.

“Y/n...” he cried, stepping towards me, only for me to take another one away from him.

It was natural for Cesar to assume I would comfort him. I has been dating his brother since before he even got to middle school, so I had essentially adopted the role of his older sister. However this situation was vastly different.

Because I was Ruby’s actual sister. And it was his life on the line.

“Don’t... Just don’t, Cesar,” I said, my voice trembling. 

How do I deal with the fact that my little brother might die? How do I deal with the fact that my boyfriend and his little brother played a significant role in all of it happening? These are not questions anyone should have to answer.

But I had to.

“You shouldn’t have come here in the first place, so...” It hurt me so much to push Cesar away, but the thought of losing Ruby hurt more, and the fact that Cesar played a role in it clouded my judgement far more than I wanted. “- So when we get to the first floor, you’re gonna get out and you’re gonna go home and you’re not gonna come back... not for a little while at least, okay?”

He nodded and stared at his feet.

Then, when the elevator doors opened, he walked right out, just as I told him to. And he didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that.

*********

“Ma...” I whimpered, gently placing my hands on the shoulders of my mother, who had been sat by Ruby’s bedside staring at him as though in a catatonic state. “Mamí, please... I think you should go home... just for a little bit.”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head profusely, tears welling up again in her eyes. “I’m not leaving him, mija... I’m not gonna let anything happen to him again.”

“Ma...” I repeated, bobbing down and looking up at her. This time, I am the one with tears welling up in my eyes. “Please. I’ll stay with Ruby. Just go home and rest... Please, mamí... for me?”

It wasn’t until my voice cracked on the last word I spoke that my mom finally turned to face me. She didn't to say anything. She just lifted her hand to my cheek and cupped my face softly before nodding. 

“Call me if anything changes, Y/n... Anything.”

“I will,” I answered, nodding.

Once she left, I sat on the seat she had spent nearly three days in a row sitting on. After the door closed behind her, the reality of the entire situation began to sink into me. 

This was really happening.

My baby brother, the same dude I called an idiot four days ago, was fighting for his life. And there was a likely chance that he might not win.

“Knock knock.”

I jumped and my head shot straight up to where the door was, and standing there, with a small stuffed teddy bear was my boyfriend: Spooky.

He walks in and places the stuffed animal beside the pile of gifts left by Ruby’s other visitors. I sit up straight, rest my elbows on the edge of RUby’s head and place my head in my hands. Spooky pulls a chair up next to me and takes a seat.

“Baby,” he whispered, placing one hand on the back of my chair and the other on my forearm. I din’t need to turn my head to know he was facing me, eyes staring intently at me. “You haven’t spoken to me since any of this happened. Haven’t texted back. Haven’t answered your phone-”

“- And you thought  just showing up here was the right way to respond?” I fired back, putting hands down so I could look at him. Normally he would fire something back. Do something to retaliate against my hostility, but instead, his expression fell and, with that, he sighed softly before talking.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explained softly. 

“Of course I’m not, Spooky,” I cried. “Olivia’s probably not gonna make. Ruby’s in critical condition. My mom is beside herself, and I feel so useless... and powerless... because my baby brother has to fight to survive, and there’s nothing I can do but wait and pray that he’s gonna wake up.”

“I know, baby,” he replies. I knew he was only trying to be empathetic, but everything he was saying and doing just rubbed in all the wrong directions. 

“Do you?” I questioned him, my voice growing slightly louder with each syllable. “Do you actually, Spooky, because Cesar’s the one who got out of that situation without a scratch on his skin and Ruby’s the one with a bullet wound in his chest.”

“What are you saying, Y/n?”

“I’m saying it’s fucking bullshit,” I shouted. “None of this would have happened if Cesar hadn’t lied about not killing Latrelle, None of this would have happened if you had just done the job yourself instead of turning it into homesick teaching moment.”

“Hey, that is not fair,” he shouted back, standing up from his seat at the same moment I did. “C’mon you know it’s more complicated then that.”

“This is yours and Cesar’s fault,” I said, with tears streaming down my cheeks and a voice that no longer sustained stability. Oscar’s breath hitched, because I was not the type of person to be so blunt, or to be so overcome with emotions.

“... But Ruby’s the one who got hurt, and that is not fair. Why do you get your little brother, and I might have to lose mine? How in the world is that fair?”

I didn’t realise what I was saying until I said it, but that was how I truly felt. Ruby didn’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire of something he had no involvement in. But he did. And now he may pay the ultimate price for it.

“Baby...”

His voice went back to it’s initial state of softness. He took a step towards me, and reached his hand out to pull me in. Before he does do, I stop him.

“Go,” I muttered, shaking my head and taking a step back. “Just go, Oscar... I just... I need a break. I need to just focus on Ruby right now, and on my family.”

“Okay,” he nodded. Only he was no longer looking me in the eye. “I’ll call you later then? Maybe later this week?”

I shook my head.

“I think we should take a break too... For a while.”

He finally turned back to me, only this time his eyebrows were furrowed and half of his mouth twitched upwards. I had never seen him get this upset. Not in all my years of knowing him.

“What?” He didn’t want to believe I said what I said. But I did. “C’mon, baby... You don’t mean that. C’mon...”

My breath hitched, as I turned to my hands and then turned back up at him. It was clear what I needed to do. As much as it broke my heart, I knew it was the right thing. The only thing.

“Go home, Spooky.”

***********

Ruby had woken up a week ago.

He had to remain in hospital so the doctors could run a few more tests and keep him monitored at all times. Olivia, on the other hand, was still fighting for her life.

“I’ll go ask the nurse for more bandages,” my mother said, before placing Ruby’s right arm back down beside him. “Mija, stay with your brother.”

“Okay,” I answered, before sitting beside him after she left the room.

“So... You broke up with Spooky didn't you?”

I sighed. Everyone else in the house hadn’t brought him up. It was as though avoiding discussing anyone from the Diaz family or the Santos was an unspoken rule in our family. One that Ruby didn’t want to abide by.

“Yeah,” I exhaled heavily. I didn’t want to talk about it, but maybe I needed to. 

“It wasn’t because of me was it?”

Ruby had the biggest heart I knew. The last thing I wanted was for him to have to think that he caused any issues for something he had no control over.

“We broke up... because of a lot of reasons,” I explained, before quickly realising that he could see right through me. Ruby turned to face down, but I quickly lifted his chin back up. “Hey, Ruby... You didn’t do anything to make me break up with him, okay? That was my call.”

He wasn't convinced.

“I’m sorry, mana,” he whispered. He only ever called me that when things were bad. I though that, when he woke up, things were finally gonna be good again.

“Ruby, listen to me,” I cried, placing both my hands on opposite sides of his face. When he finally locked eyes with mine, I smiled, even through my tears. “You got really hurt by happened. All you need to worry about is healing. You don’t need to carry anymore guilt, you’re just a kid.”

He was just a kid. Just like Cesar was just a kid. A kid I pushed away for something he had no control over.

“I love you, mana,” Ruby murmured, as he sunk back into his bed, a small smile appearing on his face: one I hadn’t seen in over a week.

“I love you too,” I replied, as I ran my hand through his hair, the same way I did when was the same size at the twins.

Just as I was about to smile back at Ruby, my mother came back. Only she had no bandages in her hands and tears streaming down her face. It was strange how a nice moment could turn sour so quickly.

“Ma,” I began, standing up from the seat, so that she could sit down. She looked like she needed to far more than I did.

“It’s Olivia,” she whispered, as she sat down beside Ruby, who was now sitting up straight. Before she continued she held his hand squeezed tightly, which we both knew was a indicative of bad news. “She.... She passed away... just a few minutes ago.”

***********

I didn’t know where I was going, or why my immediate response was to leave the hospital, but I couldn’t keep myself from moving. This is why I hated hospitals. This is why I dreaded entering them. It seemed as though every time I entered one, someone I cared about gets hurt. 

I continued down the street that headed towards my block, which is where I finally realised where I was heading and why my feet reacted before any other part of my body.

He was standing at the hood of his car, and when he heard my footsteps approaching him, he turned around and pointed his gun towards my head: something that became a reflex to him since becoming a Santos.

I raise my hands in surrender position, but let out an audible sob involuntarily. He instantly puts his gun down. 

“I’m sorry,” I began, my voice cracking on the very first and second syllable. “I shouldn't have blamed you or Cesar... I shouldn't have said what I said.”

Losing Olivia made me realise how precious time was. It made me realise how important it is to tell the people you love that you love them, because a nice moment can turn sour so so quickly.

“What happened?” 

There is a small distance between us. Spooky stands and looks at me as though he is unsure whether or not he should close the gap. 

“She didn’t make it,” I explained, a split second before sobbing uncontrollably. Without saying a word, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry into his chest until I calm myself down.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he says softly, caressing the back of my head gently. 

We had our arguments and our falling outs. We had our disagreements and our own siblings to protect. However, at the end of the day, the thing I always knew I could count was that if the tides changed and everything that was good in my life turned to custard, he would be right there to keep me from falling down.

He was, in many ways, the lifeline I could always count on.