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pitchsidestories · 7 months

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Girls like girls like boys do II Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

a/n: The tiktok video was our inspiration for this oneshot. We hope the person who requested a KCC oneshot ages ago likes how it finally turned out. ❤️

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"Saw your face, heard your name Gotta get with you Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new Isn't this why we came? Tell me if you feel it too! Tell me, girls like girls like boys do Nothing new"

~ Hayley Kiyoko, Girls Like Girls

Three beaming australian players were strolling along at London Colney while you were busy preparing the set up for the upcoming tiktoks.

You really enjoyed your internship in the social media departement of the Arsenal Women Football Club. It was a joy and pleasure to work with such a talented team off and on the pitch. Moreover, working here really sparked your creativity which you thought you lost a bit during your studies at university.

With a bright smile on her lips, Steph Catley was the first of the three players to greet you: "Hi, y/n got a new aussie to work with you today."

"Hi.", Kyra Cooney-Cross waved at you. Her cheeks were slightly blushed as she took a closer look at you. "Hello, nice to meet you, Kyra.", you said in a warm tone, trying to make her feel comfortable and less nervous about her first days with a new club.

A real smile appeared on the young australian midfielder's face: "Nice to meet you too."

With a cheeky grin Caitlin Foord striked different silly poses in front of you which made everyone laugh: "So what are we supposed to do ?"

"No, worries Cait, I already have an idea how to introduce the newest aussie member to the Arsenal family.", you told the striker before you winked at the latest addition who came from Sweden. Curiously Steph glanced at you:"You do?" "Yes and it goes perfectly with Caitlins goofy mood.", you replied. "That’s the best videos.", the striker declared. Excited Kyra was clapping her hands: "I can't wait." "Yes, let's go.", the defender announced equally motivated. "Great, so let's get started.", you nodded, ready to show them the ideas you had in mind for them.

After all the filming was done Kyra was nervously licking her lips as she turned her face to the fellow Matilda teammate:"I don't know how to, Cait." "Don't know what?", Caitlin asked friendly. From afar she spotted you, so the young midfielder mumbled blushing: "Doesn’t matter."

Later in the evening Kyra arrived at her new flat, which was still relatively unhomely with all the cardboard boxes still being around, that was the moment when she started missing her former Hammarby teammates.

The ache intensified, as she saw Katrina Gorry video calling her, while taking the call the young player could see the older Australian woman’s face lighting up: “Hi, little one.” “Hi Mini.”, Kyra replied softly.

Smiling brightly Katrina told her: “Harper and I saw the Tiktok Arsenal made with Cait, Stephy and you.” “You did? Tell Harper I said hi.” “I’ll, she loved it, the woman who lived in Sweden admitted before changing the subject with a bright grin on her small face, But now back to you, you wrote something about a cute girl.”

A nervous cough escaped from the younger midfielder’s lips: Yeah…” “Tell me about her.”, the older player encouraged her, looking very cozied up in her chair. Slowly Kyra opened up: “She’s the social media manager?” “Means you’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know her.”, Katrina winked at her. The tease was enough to make the new Arsenal player blush: “I can’t.”

“Why not?”, the young mum asked slightly irritated. The response came quickly from the other side: “She’s working for Arsenal.” “So do you.” “Yeah. Isn’t that a problem?”, Kyra played with a loose string of her hair to calm down her nerves.

Empathetically Katrina shook her head: “Not at all. Oh my god, you’re literally so cute Kyra. You know that you’ve players in your team who date each other, right? So that’s not much of a difference, you see.” Mini as she was lovingly nicknamed by teammates and fans felt the motherly urge to hug the younger woman, but was kind of sad about the fact that she couldn’t do it in this particular moment.

Kyra frowned; “I do think that’s very different.“ Katrina on the other end just sighed; “Okay.“ “You don’t think that?“ “No, you should give it a try.“, replied the older football player sternly. Kyra bit her lip; “Seriously?“ A small smile appeared on Katrinas lips; “Only if she wants to too of course.“ But not even that wiped the doubtful look off of Kyras face; “But I’ve never asked a girl out.“ “Oh, trust me, it’s not very different to asking a boy out.“, Katrina laughed. With a shy smile, Kyra admitted “It does feel different. Actually, boys used to ask me out.“ Her team mate sighed; “Yeah, I know. But fuck the patriarchy.“ Katrina barely finished her sentence, when her eyes went wide. She turned to her two year old daughter; “Shit, Harper, you didn’t hear that!“ But it was obviously too late. “Fuck the patriarchy!“, a childs voice repeated enthusiastically. Now this finally made Kyra smile brightly; “At least this time, it was you and not me.“ She thought about the world cup and the times she had to swallow the swear words she was about to say because Katrinas daughter was around.

“Do you want to hear about my first time asking a girl out?“, Katrina asked, obviously interested in changing the topic quickly. Kyra nodded; “Sure.“ “Alright. So, I was so nervous I stumbled over my own words. I couldn’t get out a full sentence. But the girl knew where I was trying to go and said yes anyway. What I’m trying to say is, you probably won’t be as awkward as me. Or if you are, it might just run in our family.“ “You know we’re not actually related, Mini.“, Kyra snorted. Katrina smiled softly into the camera; “I know but we’re found family.“ “Thank you. That means a lot to me.“ “You’re welcome. Call me after you asked her out, okay? I have to take Harper to bed now.“ The toddler was currently trying to climb onto her mum’s lap, rubbing her eyes, so Kyra waved into the camera; “Good Night, you two. Love you.“

With a bright smile on your face, you greeted the newest Australian signing on the next day: “Good morning, Kyra.” The grin intensified as you followed her gaze, catching her looking at your sports bag: “Oh yeah, I’m playing too, amateur football tho, later we do have a game, that’s why I carry this around.” “You’re playing too?”, Kyra asked, her mouth feeling suddenly dry from that unexpected but equally lovely news. “I’m a midfielder just like you, but not that good.”, you answered, your cheeks turning red. The arsenal player replied warmly: “Oh don’t say that. We all started there.” “I guess that’s true, and I really like my team, you stopped before suggesting boldly, Maybe you want to watch a game of mine someday so you can judge for yourself.” “Really? Yeah, sure. I’d love to.”, the young midfielder was clearly delighted by that opportunity to see another side of you. “Cool, when do you think you can make it?” “Oh, probably not today.”, Kyra nervously licked her lips. Quickly you reassured her: “I did not expect you to that’s why I asked.”

Later the young Australian player was sitting next to Caitlin in the changing room after the training for the day was done. The older attacking player raised up her eyebrows: “She invited you to watch a game of hers? That’s almost a day.” “That’s not a date..”, Kyra whispered. Meanwhile Steph joined them and suggested: “If you want to we can go to the match together. What do you think about that?” “Really? You’d come with me?”, the youngest of the three looked very relieved by that prospect. Encouragingly Caitlin nodded: “Of course.” “How about next week? Before the season starts?”, Kyra asked them excited. Smiling Caitlin promised her: “We’ll be there.”

The next weekend, when Arsenal had a free day, Caitlin picked Kyra up to go watch your game. “Let’s see how good our content creator is.“, she said excitedly as they entered the football pitch together. Kyra was trying to find you, so she only realized that Steph joined them when Caitlin added; “Oh my god, you brought Calvin with you, Steph?“ “Of course I brought him. Couldn’t leave him at home.“, she laughed. Kyras face immediately lit up as she crouched down to pet the dog; “Hi cutie!“ “He says Hi, auntie Kyra.“, Steph replied for her dog who was trying to lick Kyras face.

But as soon as the first whistle was blown, the attention of the three Australians shifted towards the game. “She’s really good.“, Kyra noticed after a few minutes of watching you. Caitlin sighed dramatically, eyes wandering over the pitch; “God, I miss this.“ “Me too. I think I’ll try to go here more often. It’s fun.“, Kyra grinned. Steph nudged Caitlin with her elbow; “It’s so cute, Cait. Kyra is crushing on her.“ The younger player shot them an offended glance but Caitlin didn’t take her eyes off the grass; “And I’m crushing on this grassroots football, Steph. Don’t you ever miss playing like this? Just for fun?“ “I do. But look at Kyra.“ Arsenals newest signing was back at watching you, ignoring her two team mates. “She’s enjoying this.“ With smirk, Steph nodded; “Not only the game.“ “She said it’s not a date but it basically is a date.“, Caitlin agreed, laughing.

As soon as the final whistle blew, you walked over to the side of the pitch to hug your visitors; “Hi, my three favourite aussies.“ “Hey, great game.“ “Yes, it was great to watch.“, Steph and Caitlin offered their compliments. “Thank you.“, you smiled gratefully, before turning to Kyra who went suspiciously quiet, “Did you enjoy the game too, Kyra?“ “Oh, yes, I did. You were amazing.“, she answered fast, almost stumbling over her own words. Your smile only got brighter; “I’m glad that you did.“

“Caitlin, let’s go. Calvin needs a walk now.”, Steph dragged the forward with her, feeling you two needed time to talk alone in peace. For a second Caitlin gave the defender an irritated look: “I thought he just was on one!, when she realized her teammates plan behind that move and added quickly, yeah, okay, see you two tomorrow.” “Bye girls.”, you waved at them, still smiling while shaking your head at them. Nervously Kyra went through her hair with one hand: “So…” “Yes?” “I know this is weird but.. would you go out on a date with me?”, the Australian midfielder asked, her cheeks turning pink. Immediately you tried to calm down her nerves by saying: “Kyra it’s not weird at all. I’d love to go on a date with you. Do you want to get something to eat with me after I changed into normal clothes`” “Yes sure.”, Kyra nodded happily. A huge grin appeared on your lips as you said your goodbyes for now: “Perfect, see you in a few minutes.”

From afar Caitlin and Steph were watching you two. The forward turned to the defender visibly amused: “So I guess we don’t have to take her home now.” “Right, come on Calv, time for us to leave.”, Steph said, the dog himself could not wait to get back to his place after this adventurous day for him.

A few days after your first real date Kyra decided to video call her national teammate because she could not wait to tell her the great news. Curiously Katrina glanced at the younger footballer:“ So, what did she say?” “She said yes and she’s my girlfriend now.”, the Arsenal midfielder confessed. Excited Katrina lifted her arms up into the air: “I fucking knew it.” Her swearing made her wife looking really annoyed at her, so she tried to defend herself, sorry love, but thank god, Harper is asleep so she could not hear me using those words to express my excitement.”

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illululusion · 7 months

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I have not been normal about nerdy prudes must die since it came out so it seems its time for me to write my analysis of 'the summoning'.

I will put a cut down here because holy shit i did not think i was this normal about them this is long. also spoilers for nerdy prudes must die!

Now the summoning is what I would consider the climax of the show.* The scene answers the big questions of the show. Not by just stating the answer like the mayor does, it shows us. it also shows us the oh so beloved oh moment of Steph knowing she loves Peter.

The scene also uses some form of chekov's gun multiple times.

We've been told that the school was built at what used to be a black altar. this scene shows what such a black altar allows someone to do. especially in combination with the book.

A literal chekov's gun, the gun Grace stole and then Steph got is heavily implied to be used. (finally)

As i've stated before the love situation. We knew Steph and Peter had something going for them but this only confirms it.

THE PHONE! Steph thinks her phone is the thing she cherishes most, which is not a big stretch, we've seen her be willing to suffer injury to protect her phone. (a lovely little detail)

they setup Grace using the book against dirty dudes.

I may be missing something whoops but yeah,

now the scène itself has a lovely buildup. First the three are in very low energy summoning the lords in black. The frightened energy is just seeping out of them, you know this is their last resort. Then the lords in black appear, from a pure darkness, with a high energy slightly discordant song (the piano and the guitar clash a slight bit). This stands in contrast with the slow piano music under the teens throughout the scene. Within this song the lords in black seem unsurprised by the situation, they seem elated even. They also clearly state they are not forces of good at most they can be considered gray ("us spawn of the Black and White") however the other pieces of lyrics are very much against that assumption.

Let's look at some of the dialogue a bit more closely why not? I wont be looking at all of the dialogue because thats a bit too insane even for me.

"Out of the depths of Hell and back" Us spawn of the Black and White" "Cover our souls with robes of black" "And take up the arms of night"

This seems to me even like they chose to be in the black, they are from hell they're from the night.

"Nibbleline wants his sacrifice And Wiggly wants his wrath We dance around the pentagram And take all our kingdoms back"

The previous shows intent: sacrifice, wrath, getting what they deserve.

"You summon us once you summon us twice, You gamble it on a roll of the dice"

Now this is what predicts Grace's dirty dudes must die. it also seems to imply that Steph's father among others used the book foolishly, the chance of victory seemed to outweigh the risks.

"The devil has won it can't be undone The book has all but closed on your life"

Shows that the lords know the teens are in no position to bargain. They know theyre above them.

Wiggly: Don't be so formal, Stephie. We're all paly-wals here. I mean, look at us. We even hold court in your own tongue and form. Go Nighthawks! (Lords in Black laughing) Pokey: Our true forms would melt your minds. WIggly: Don't frighten them, Pokey, you nasty boy.

This is what we'll see more in this scene wiggly is the medium between the will of the lords in black and the teens. An interesting detail. This also seems to be Wiggly trying to make the teens be less guarded. THeyre showing some sort of "goodwill", like "hey we could easily kill you but we're throwing you a rock let's see what can happen.". Additionally, this also shows them being more powerful than the teens again.

"The Lords in Black will help you yes You stupid silly girl Why help you with the Jagerman When we can help the world!"

Once again a show of power, why even ask for help they're already there just show them what you can give them. They have got all the time for anything, theyre more powerfull than just stopping that jagerman.

"Steph: What about a bargain? We'll give you whatever you want. Just get rid of Jagerman!"

A show that the teens have no other choice. THe fact they have heard the lords in black say theyre from hell doesn't matter anymore. They're at a low point.

"Whatever we want we want we want Whatever we want we get Whatever you want you want you want Forever in our debt"

no other way to say this other than: "you fucked up kids"

Wiggly: "Oh, you'll hardly miss it. We just want what you cherish most."

hmmm understatements are fun. I love these paradoxical statements.

Wiggly: One of you must give up the thing you treasure above all else. Pokey: Do it, or die!

Once again a lovely power statement, though that's not what I found interesting. The interesting part about this is that they only ask for ONE of them fo give up what they cherish most. They could ask for way more, they've made that clear. So why ask for only one thing?

"We don't give a shit about your phone"

This is the one moment I feel like the lords in black loose their composure. My hypothesis? they don't like people lying to themselves when something is very clear.

"The Lords in Black the Lords in Black call us"

The chorus sing the lords in black call us, WHO ARE THE CHORUS I NEED TO KNOW.

"Out of the depths of hell and back Us spawn of the black and white Cover our souls with robes of black And take up the arms of night You summon us once you summon us twice You gamble it on a roll of the dice La la la la la la la la la la The devil has won it can't be undone The book has all but closed on your life"

JUSt one thing: A lovely circular closure to the scene.

OKAY thats the dialogue wooooo (theres more to be said about it probably but also I just My brain want to get to the next part.)

Okay Okay okay okay now for the fun part!

The lovely staging and costume and its so wonderfull.

So in the above image we can see the lords in black as well as the teens. As i've stated before the lords in black like to make a show in power and the dynamics are very much powerless vs. allpowerfull.

Now what the positioning on the stage does is show this contrast as well. The lords in black are all over the stage standing, moving, dancing. High energy high standing. This while the teens are sitting on the floor, all together, they're as small as they can be in this setting. This shows how little power they have at this point.

The lighting as well as the costumes adds a lot as well:

See the teens here? no special lighting aside from the effects of the lords. This is in incredible contrast with the lords. colourful and bright. This is similarly the case with their costumes, the teens all have quite plain clothes, nothing special for a costume definitely, we do have the more unique clothing to define each character** but that falls away once you look at the lords:

Wiggly: bright green light (so much fun green isnt used in stage lighting often i am in love), Green clothing, a suit with glossy pants a crown and of course the wiggly doll in the back.

Nibbly: SO PINk, but also fleshy pink somehow. the lighting isnt as obvious but it is still pink. here the sparkes return. The giant lolly. just the giant lolly.

Blinky: Interesting choice to have the face as obscured as it is. once again i cant say the lighting is very obvious but it is there. The purple orange colour contrast makes them stand out. when in comparison to the others his costume isnt as showy.

Tinky: HOLY SHIT THE EYESHADOW. which isnt visible because.... yes the lighting! yellow lighting! the outfit isn't as sparkly but because it is the brightest outfit of them all I doubt that would have been neccesary. It keeps the balance. I am also Biassed I love this getup.

Pokey: once again: LIGHTING! blue! but also, Pokey I feel is the least obvious lord in black in the scene, the positioning on the side of the stage across from Tinky the yellow and blue contrast how fun. especially as Wiggly (green) is in the middle. just so good.

I just wanted to add some more because look at how wiggly is so much higher in this scene, he needs to look down on the teens, but doesn't do that often, not even bothered to look at them wow. Also quick note wiggly seems the most bothered by the summoning, wonder why.

And whenever all of the lords are singing with their discordant choreography, the lighting goes all disco and far brighter. A great detail to show they're individuals but are similar. see how the light is not green here? yeah that happens whenever all of the lords are speaking.

All in all I think Nerdy prudes must die is now in my top three favourite starkid shows. and I will be using the lords in black as inspiration in the play I'm in currently as well because this is exactly the type of thing we were looking for. and also I am not going to be able to think about anything but this show for ages.

I highly encourage anyone to give their opinions or whatever they noticed because I need it I would love to hear them. GO NIGHTHAWKS!

1* Now this comes at a relatively late time in the (already very long) show. At the 2 hour point we've been following our dear cast for around 4/5ths of the show. Now keep in mind this is doesn't matter much, but I think it's interesting that they chose to have the climax at this point. The play being as long as it is means they had to have been very confident in their ability to keep the viewers attention and especially with the slow buildup.

2** OH MY GOODNESS I JUST REALISED HOW WELL STEPH AND PETER's PALLETTES WORK TOGETHER. like theyre both earth tones. the green and brown fit together so well, and then you also have the patterns, different but still similar enough to not clash.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #npmd #starkid #team starkid #lords in black #hatchetverse #nerdy prudes spoilers #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #starkid npmd #ANyways hoped people enjoyed this haha :)

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mangoisms · 9 months

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circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter two: it’s getting late | read chapter one

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 4.5k

━ warnings: none

━ masterlist

━ a/n: would be lying if i said this was for tim's birthday tmrw. it was rlly just because the reception to chapter 1 was so lovely and i also did this with my other tim fic—posting chapter 2 early, i mean. but we'll just have to work with this. happy early birthday tim you are annoying and i want to study you under a microscope <3

You expect Red Robin’s appearance to be a one-off thing.

It is not.

Instead, the next day, you get Black Bat.

It jolts you from the phone call you’re having.

“—understand the temptation to tell them to screw off but I really don’t want to get… shot…”

You trail off, watching, wide-eyed as your newest vigilante customer steps into Circle K.

Black Bat cuts an imposing figure, her suit made up mostly of inky black material, with a few accents of gold, the Bat symbol on her chest standing out the most. Her black cape flutters behind her, moving like a shadow. She looks the most like Batman, you think, with the cowl and the pointed ears. Except the eyes of the mask are black and the bottom of her face is completely covered—stitched closed. Considerably more creepy, you think, goosebumps breaking out over your skin. Though that could be the fan you have on, fluttering your hair as it makes a slow rotation.

“Hey, did you die or something?”

“No,” you mutter, watching, your heart starting to pick up as Black Bat comes up to the counter.

You aren’t sure what you expect, but it’s not—

“Do you have Red Bull?” Her voice is low and melodic. Not befitting of her… general aura.

Wordlessly, you point to the refrigerators at the back.

“Thanks,” she says, then she turns and walks away. You can only see the top of her head and the pointed ears of her cowl. A second later, you hear the suction-y sound of the refrigerator door being opened.

A voice calls your name from the other end of the line.

Your best friend, Stephanie Brown, who gave you a call to see how your summer break has been treating you.

“Sorry,” you say, clearing your throat. “Just got distracted by something outside.”

“Something outside? That’s not reassuring. At all.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Like I was saying, I’m not gonna tell them that. It’s tempting but like I said, I don’t want to get arrested or some shit.”

“The charges wouldn’t even hold. It’s a free country. I can tell a cop to fuck off if I want to. That’s my god-given right.”

“I appreciate the spirit, but I don’t think the GCPD would agree with you.”

“Well, the GCPD can kiss my ass.”

“You and me both, Stephie. You and me both. So, how’s, uh, Metropolis?”

“Metropolis is Metropolis. Brainiac nearly took control of the city yesterday but what’s new? Mom’s having a good time, though. Even if things are way overpriced over here. I mean, seriously. Eight bucks for a cup of coffee at this place we went to today. They’re crazy.”

Steph babbles in your ear for a few more minutes. Long enough for Black Bat to reemerge from the aisle, two cans of Red Bull and a bag of Takis and a pack of sour gummy worms in hand. You wonder who the second person is. Red Robin, maybe?

He’d been odd about the hot chocolates. Odd in general. But that’s what you get with these vigilante types.

No matter. You quickly focus on your current situation, giving Black Bat a small, embarrassed smile and pointing at the phone crammed between your shoulder and ear, mouthing Sorry.

You shouldn’t be doing this on the job and you should’ve told Steph you had to go but quite frankly, you need the assurance of another person with you. Even if said person can’t do anything and is across the harbor in Metropolis on a mini-vacation with her mom.

Black Bat shouldn’t give you trouble about it. You hope. She just scares you a little more than Red Robin. Which is silly because he’s a guy and probably more potentially dangerous but. You know. Her suit is just… too similar to Batman’s, and he’s the one who scares you the most.

Still, Black Bat just shrugs and waves a hand. “It’s fine.”

You nod your thanks, then scan everything and bag it. She pulls out a twenty dollar bill from her utility belt and you give her the change, which she promptly puts in the tip jar. A kind gesture, really, considering the twenty is a bit of an overshoot for her total, leaving you with a nice tip.

You guess that if anything else, at least it’s nice that these vigilantes tip.

After dropping the receipt into the bag, she takes it and waves at you.

Mystified, you wave back.

Then she steps out, cape fluttering behind her.

“Anyway,” Steph says on the other end as you focus on her voice again. “It’s pretty fun but I miss home. Can’t wait to be back in the city. We’re hanging out as soon as I do, by the way. How are things with you?”

Oh, you can’t keep it in. You have to tell her.

“I saw the Flash two days ago.”

But she misunderstands.

“Oh, yeah,” she says. “I saw that in the news. ‘Cause of Trickster, right? Bet Batman wasn’t happy about that.”

“No,” you say. “I’m saying I saw him. Here. At Circle K. He dropped in to grab a bite to eat. I know you and Tim absolutely refuse to believe me when I say he visited me and that we’re friends—which, by the way, he totally reaffirmed when I saw him—but he was here.”

“We’re jealous, that’s all,” she says. “Just don’t want you running off with the Flash thinking he’s cooler than we are. Which, to be clear, he isn’t. Not me, anyway. Tim is up for debate.”

“Well, you’re about to be a little more jealous.”

“And why is that?”

“Because since he visited, weird shit has started happening.”

“Weird shit is always happening in Gotham. What is so special about this weird shit in particular?”

“Oh, he said something stupid to Red Robin—Red Robin came in a little while after he did, I guess they were working together to track down Trickster—anyway, he was talking about how I’m… scared of the Bats—”

“Are you scared of the Bats?”

You throw up a hand, though she can’t see it. “I have a healthy amount of fear and respect for them—and on that note, please don’t tell anyone else I’m telling you this.”

“Of course.”

“Right, well, Flash was just ragging him, you know? About how he has a better relationship with me, someone who doesn’t even live in Keystone or Central, than the Bats do.”

“So?”

“So,” you blow out a big breath, “Red Robin showed up yesterday to get some hot chocolate—”

“Hot chocolate?” Steph asks, disbelieving.

“Yeah. He said it was a better alternative to coffee. Guess he’s not into energy drinks. Weirdo. The whole thing about it—weird. Like… I don’t know. He was just acting weird when he was asking if we had any.”

“… That is weird,” she says, an odd note to her voice. She clears her throat. “And then?”

“I knew why he was doing it so I told him he didn’t have to come around ‘cause he and the others obviously need to uphold a specific perception, right? Then he was all, Well, what does a civilian like you know about it? Can you believe they unironically call us that?”

Steph laughs. She laughs hard.

You wait it out, not entirely sure what or why she is laughing so hard but it’s not the first time she’s ever done that, so you can just let it go.

“Okay,” she giggles. “Sorry. Keep going. What else happened?”

“He left. But then, y’wanna guess who just showed up right now?”

“Who? Batman?”

“God, no. It was Black Bat. She was nice enough. Gave me a big tip. Creepy suit, though.”

“What’d she’d get?”

“Two Red Bulls, a bag of Takis and a pack of sour gummy worms. Wonder who that second Red Bull is for. And the snacks. Red Robin realizing hot chocolate in June is weird? Hard to imagine him eating Takis, though. He’s probably like Tim, saying they’re ‘too hot’.”

Steph laughs again for a while.

“Oh, god, you’re killing me,” she gasps out when she calms.

You shake your head, rubbing your finger over a scratch mark in the counter. “I don’t know what is so funny but sure.”

“So, then, what? You think you’re just gonna some more vigilantes? ‘Cause it’s only been two so far.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you grumble. “But it’s two. When previously, this has never happened.”

“True! Well… any preferences? For who comes next?”

“Anyone but Batman, thanks.”

Your next visitor is not Batman.

It is, in a turn of events that makes a little more sense, the Signal.

A few days after your call with Steph, things are fine, until your manager posts to the team group chat about wanting someone for an afternoon shift, saying someone quit unexpectedly. Not one to say no to some extra cash, you latch onto the opportunity—even if it’s an admittedly questionable idea. You try not to work weekends to let yourself recuperate from sustaining your not-so-great sleep schedule.

Anyway, you feel and look like a zombie, but you get your work done.

“I can help the next person in line,” you call.

A tall, broad-shouldered stocky older man with long blonde hair and blue eyes behind coke-bottle glasses steps up, armed with two large cups of coffee. The scrubs he wears clues you into some kind of healthcare position.

“Hi, did you find everything—”

The door opens, your eyes automatically flickering to the movement, and your voice cuts out sharply as you realize who it is.

The Signal stands there a bit awkwardly for a moment as all of you look—the blonde man at the counter and the other man waiting in line.

“Hey, you!”

You flinch, tensing, already fearing a confrontation as the other man steps forward, pointing at the Signal. The one in question tenses, shoulders rising, like he’s preparing to fight. You hope not. That would be a lot of paperwork for you. It’s the manager’s, technically, to report any damage done by vigilantes, but they always give it to you or the other employees on the floor.

But it is not as you feared. Instead of picking a fight, the man… thanks him?

“You’re the Signal, right? Right? You saved my son a few months ago from some muggers following him home from school. Thank you, man. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough. He wouldn’t be here with me if it weren’t for you,” the man says, holding out a hand.

“Hey, man,” Signal says, reaching out to shake his hand. “It was nothing. I’m glad I was there to help.”

“Are you here to buy something? Let me cover you. Please. It’s the least I can do—”

“Oh, you really don’t need to—”

“That went better than expected.”

The soft-spoken voice brings you out of your thoughts and you belatedly realize you still have a customer to take care of. But when you look at him, he is watching the Signal try to tell the other man that he doesn’t have to pay for him, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” you say. “Good thing. Signal’s a good guy.”

He turns back to you as you scan the cups of coffee, pulling out a wallet.

“He is,” he agrees easily—meaning his words, too, a genuine conviction you don’t hear often associated with the vigilantes of the city.

Signal manages to hold firm on not needing the man to pay, repeating that he was just doing his job, and thankfully, the man accepts it with good graces.

You quickly get your current customer wrapped up while the Signal steps into the chip aisle.

You pass him the receipt. “Thank you, have a good day.”

He sends you a small, handsome smile, picking up the cups of coffee. “Thank you, you, too.”

The one after him steps up to pay, talking jovially with you, spirits still apparently lifted at seeing Signal and being able to thank him. It’s a nice moment, you think, and you make sure to respond in kind.

The door swings shut behind him just as Signal re-emerges from the chip aisle, holding a can of Monster Energy and a bag of chile picante Cornnuts. The combination is… surely something. You let yourself slip with it, too, because you’ve personally heard a lot of good things about him. The fact that he works during the day helps his case, too.

“I need the energy,” Signal says, seeing that thought in your face; he doesn’t sound mad, though, just vaguely amused. His suit is filled with more yellow tones, still intimidating but not as much in the daylight, a helmet of sorts leaving only his mouth exposed.

“It’ll definitely give you… something,” you say, chuckling as you scan both.

He pats his stomach. “I have guts of steel. Don’t worry about it.”

“Not a problem as long as I never have to hear ‘guts of steel’ ever again. Jesus. Is that just a natural thing of your biology or is it evolutionary-based?”

“This life isn’t for the faint of heart or stomach,” he agrees, passing you a five dollar bill. “Adaptation is key.”

“I bet.”

Signal laughs, taking his change and dropping it into the tip jar. You smile, too, shaking your head slightly.

“Have a good day.”

He tips his Red Bull at you. “You, too.”

Guts of steel. You nearly can’t believe it.

You pick up your phone, finding your conversation with Tim. You and Steph are hanging out tomorrow, so you’ll tell her about it, then. She asked him, though, and he said he was busy. Too bad. But that doesn’t mean he gets out of being subjected to those words, either.

no joke signal came in to buy a monster energy and cornnuts (a questionable combo) and when he saw me judging he said he has guts of steel

meta related do you think???

makes sense to me. you have a gene inside you that gives you literal powers i think they shouldn’t be having digestive issues/ibs like us common folk do

Your three texts, sent in quick succession, deliver. You bite the inside of your cheek as you see your previous ones still unanswered. It’s been like that for the past few weeks. Not him ignoring you but a bit of a dry spell going on in your messages that was only broken when you told Steph what happened and decided you had to tell him, too.

It’s not his fault. The dry spell from before or the lack of responses going on now.

You started the first thing. So, it’s more your fault than anything for all of that. Steph’s talked to him, though, and she’s never let up on anything amiss…

You groan quietly, dropping your phone on the counter and burying your face in your hands.

Too complicated. Too much.

It never used to be like that but… things changed recently.

You, mostly.

You met Stephanie Brown your second semester at Gotham University.

Taking your required elective, you chose Intro to Psych. She was doing the same. Though, being a social work major, psychology was practically a cousin to it.

The professor for the class turned out to be a total dud. Rambled during lecture, refused to give out study guides, and while he would give out hints as to what material might show up on exams, his questions were trick ones. When people complained, he said some crap about being in a higher ed setting and needing to do better because of it. Like his class was some 300 or 400 level course and not a literal intro course to a large and burgeoning field of study.

But classes are expensive, so, you couldn’t drop it. Refused to, really, knowing you would face much more difficult classes later on, ones you knew you might need to drop and try again. So, you weren’t going to waste the money on this type of class.

Steph was of the same thought.

She sat next to you in the lecture hall. You two didn’t talk until after the first exam and everyone was upset about their grades, the exams having been handed back at the end of class. Your shared frustration brought you together, mostly as you two were ranting about it, you packed up and wound up leaving class together, the both of you just too caught up in your anger to realize you both needed to go in opposite directions for your next class.

You initially agreed to be study partners, to cover more ground that way. But Steph managed to worm her way to your heart by the end of that semester.

Your astounding lack of friends helped, too. Even if things had been that way since your junior year of high school, even if you wanted things to remain that way to protect what little remained of your heart, the loneliness hit you harder than you thought it would when you started college.

And Steph was nice and funny and listened to you and paid attention to you and you… were so very deprived of those things, so it was nice in the beginning, but then you realized, to your own horror, that you actually wanted her to stick her around, that just as she knew nearly everything about you by the end of the semester, you knew nearly everything about her, too, and you wanted to know more, wanted to be there for her like she always was for you.

You have that and more now and you are so very lucky because of it.

Tim, though?

Tim was something else.

Steph told you she had a friend visiting.

Just that—that she had a friend visiting campus and she ‘hoped he could find his way to the computer workstation on the fourth floor because as soon as I sit down, I’m not leaving for anything other than to use the bathroom or some kind of world-ending event.’

It was a particularly grueling paper she had to churn out—twenty pages, heavily research-based with the kind of statistics that made your head spin.

Working at the front desk of the Martha Kane Library at the time, you humored her. Told her good luck and that you’d keep an eye out. The second part was a joke, of course, because she never said who was visiting her and how could you know if she never said anything?

You and Tim Drake wound up finding each other, anyway.

Well, more like he found you.

It sounds sort of romantic, right?

It’s… well, it’s certainly something.

“I’m just saying,” you’re telling him, totally neglecting your homework and the other duties you have at the front desk (you know this last part is especially true by the way your coworker, also at the front desk, is side-eyeing you but come on, there’s no one in line, so it’s fine!). “It’s a solid movie.”

Tim Drake gives you a comically disbelieving look. “A solid movie? It’s—it’s gaseous.”

“Did… you just make a physics joke? About the three states of matter?”

Tim turns an attractive shade of pink. “It’s four, actually, and, uh… yeah.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Steph is right. You really are a geek. Anyway. Cloverfield still sucks.”

“Your opinion is automatically negated by the fact that you think the Final Destination movies have any kind of substance to them.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that. I just think they’re good ‘cause of Mary Elizabeth Winstead. You probably think the Transformers movies are actually good, don’t you?”

He looks offended. “Don’t insult me. We hate Michael Bay in this house.”

“Sure.”

“But I do think Bumblebee—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bumblebee is good for a change, we all know it. You’re probably one of those Nolan stans, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think any of what you just said are real words.”

“Oh, they’re real alright. Nolan stans are constantly on his dick, they’re all like, ‘Nolan is so deep and thoughtful and there is no one else like him.’ Wrong. I could find ten of him in the movie industry.”

Tim narrows his eyes accusingly at you. “Steph said Interstellar is your favorite movie.”

“It’s his only good movie.”

“Don’t count out Inception like that.”

“Never seen it.”

“Wow.”

“You know what you sounded like just now? A Nolan stan.”

Tim actually grins at you and your stomach flutters at the sight of it. It’s that that had drawn your eyes to him. The cute but confused looking guy loitering around nearby, systematically checking his phone and glancing around—presumably for a map of the confusing and ancient library. With dark hair, pale skin, and pretty blue eyes that make you feel unbearably seen, Tim Drake is a sight for sore eyes. Your eyes, to be certain.

Of course, you also know he’s here for Steph. That he is the friend she spoke of. And also the ex-boyfriend. That reminder sobers you considerably.

Kind of funny, really.

Much can be said about Tim Drake.

The adoptive son of Bruce Wayne. The kid who snuck into No Man’s Land on a dare and had to be extracted by the US military after his father made a fuss about it. Then later, became controlling shareholder at Wayne Enterprises for whatever reason, boosting him into a very powerful position. Then he got engaged. Then he was shot—he was meant to be killed but obviously, it hadn’t gone that way. All this at seventeen.

But eventually it petered out. He stepped down. Engagement broke off. He recovered. Now? He does some work for WE. That’s all that’s known to the press, anyway.

It’s like you said. Much can be said about Tim Drake.

But most of your impression is from Steph. He plays Warlocks and Warriors sometimes. Is a bit of a computer geek and has built his own PC for gaming. Hits the skatepark every now and then. Likes to spend time tinkering on his car. And… has strong opinions on movies.

Above it all?

He is her ex. A good friend now! But still. That fact remains.

“Anyway,” you say, adjusting your notebook, textbook, and bag of pens just to do something. “You’re here for Steph, right?”

“She told you?”

“Well, she’s obviously told you stuff about me.”

“Steph won’t shut up about you,” he says, seeming more amused than annoyed by that fact. “I can’t imagine it’s the same with me.”

“I know enough.” Like the fact that he is her literal ex-boyfriend. Even if Steph says their relationship wasn’t the greatest, had some very questionable decisions on both their parts, and ended a bit dramatically… he’s still the first person she ever fell in love with. She told you that much. “She’s upstairs on the fourth floor. Hit the elevators over there, then when you get to the fourth floor, turn left, then another left, and the computer workstations are on your right. Can’t miss them.”

“You should watch Inception,” he says, instead of acknowledging literally anything you just said.

You arch an eyebrow challengingly. “You should watch Interstellar.”

He taps a finger on the counter. “We should do both. You, me, and Steph one of these days.”

“I hate to say it, but that sounds like a good idea.”

Steph’s voice scares the shit out of you. You bang your knee on the desk, cursing.

Tim looks unruffled as she comes from the side—the direction of the elevators, joining him at the counter and nudging his shoulder as she goes. He nudges back. They keep the contact.

“Sorry, Stephie,” you say. “We got preoccupied.”

“Arguing,” she corrects, but she doesn’t look upset about it. Instead, her cobalt blue eyes twinkle with something you can’t quite identify as she drops her chin into her palm.

“We weren’t arguing,” Tim says next. “We were lightly debating.”

“Of course. My cute little movie geeks. I think Duckboy’s right, though—” Tim groans slightly and mutters her name in annoyance; she ignores it “—we should get together and see them.”

You scratch your cheek. “I don’t know. Finals—”

“—are not for another month. I say let’s do it.” She looks at Tim and jabs a thumb at you. “She needs more friends.”

“Stephanie, please.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Timothy needs more friends, too. Friends from, say, the other half.” She smiles mischievously, a joke known only by the two of them.

Tim, for his part, rolls his eyes but says nothing in protest.

You don’t need more friends. More friends is actually a very bad idea. Letting one person get close was bad enough. Another person? Hell, no…

But the look on Steph’s face tells you that you, quite frankly, have no say in the matter. And the way you and Tim ‘lightly debated’ movies for a solid half hour tells you, too, that it’ll be too easy for you and he to become friends.

You decide to shelve the issue for now as Steph tugs him away, promising you that she’ll arrange for things.

Maybe it won’t pan out. Maybe he’s actually horribly arrogant and conceited. (Though, if he’s friends with Steph, the likelihood of that is admittedly low.)

You don’t know. All you know is it’s dangerous to let yourself get close to someone else.

But that’s all rather dramatic, isn’t it?

And it didn’t turn out how you wanted—you met Tim in the first semester of your sophomore year; your junior year just ended this May. You’ve been friends with him for a year and half. Steph for two. No end appears to be in sight. But you’ve compartmentalized. It’s just two people. That’s fine.

It’s totally fine.

Even if it’s two people to match the two others you lost when you were fifteen. Like a repayment for the pain.

(Or a way to double it.)

But you lost your parents in the earthquake.

Scientists called that a once-in-a-lifetime event.

There are plenty of things going on in this city that could cost your friends their lives but… it’ll never be as devastating as the earthquake.

The earthquake where you nearly died after a piece of metal pierced your thigh, barely missing your femoral artery, and you spent the entire time from after the earthquake, when they dug your body out of the rubble, and to when they decided to exile the city, in a coma from the infection.

By the time you stabilized, you were on a helicopter to Blüdhaven, the rest of the city in a panic to leave, and your parents were officially gone by that point.

They couldn’t even find their bodies in time.

It took almost three years before they did. The year in which the government turned a blind eye to the city and cast it away, then another two years to rebuild, to sift through the ruin and destruction, to find the bones of the ones left behind since they were decomposed by then, and identifying them was an even more arduous task.

You only managed to receive the catharsis of burying them when you turned eighteen.

You might tempt fate by saying this but even if you lost either of them, the fallout would never beat that. A blessing, in that way.

But even you hate to consider the possibilities of them leaving you. For anything.

They won’t.

Everything will be fine.

It has to be.

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My Aurora

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 3.4k

Includes- So much fluff, blow job, cock riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader assures Hongjoong

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Hongjoong POV

The hairstylist is running a comb through my hair while the makeup artist is touching up my makeup and the stylist is fixing the mic on my new outfit for the next part of the concert

But I don't pay any attention to them instead watching Wooyoung through the mirror, my temper rising

He's flirting with the clothing stylist that's getting him into his clothes for the next stage

He's smiling, touching her arms, getting close to her

She smiles but doesn't engage in the flirtation

He's not giving up though

"Hey Jo, wanna hang out after the concert?"

"Oh, well I'm kinda tired. I was just gonna go back to my room to sleep", she answers, "And anyway, I'm sure you'll be tired after the concert. With all the energetic dancing you do"

"Eh, I wouldn't be tired for you"

I'm fucking seething, wanting to tell him to give it up already

But he's not backing off

She attaches the mic port to his pants, then pulls his shirt out to get the wire up the back

One of her hands go under his shirt, dragging the wire up, her other hand at the top of the shirt pulling the wire out

When she moves her hand to take it out from under his shirt, he grabs her hand and moves it to his abs

Her presses her hand flat against his skin, moving it around

"I know you wanna touch my abs. It's ok, I don't mind"

She rolls her eyes

"Stop Woo", she says softly, "Don't be silly"

Images of running to him, jumping on him and fighting him are bombarding my mind and it takes everything to keep myself in the seat

She moves her hand away from him, going behind him and connecting the wire to his inner ear mics

Putting them over one of his shoulders, she goes to face him, her arms moving up on either side of his head, separating the mics and putting them around his neck

He smirks, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him in a hug

"Wooyoung!", she exclaims, pushing off him

He grabs her hand, smirking, "I know you liked hugging me"

That's fucking it

I stand up from my chair, ignoring the stylists' protests, walking straight towards her and Wooyoung

She's fixing his shirt while Wooyoung looks up at me

"Hey Hong-", he starts

Ignoring him, I take her arm and spin her to me

She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and I don't think, I just lean down, crashing my mouth to hers

Her arms immediately go around my neck, pressing her body against mine as she kisses me back

I deepen the kiss, my tongue against hers, keeping a tight hold of her, my arms around her

"What the fuck is going on?", San yells

"We don't have time for this!", Seonghwa exclaims

I'll make fucking time

Because no one on this earth is taking my jagi from me

No one

The kiss ends and I don't let go, looking down at her

"I love you"

"What?", Yeosang says

"Now? You have to do this now?", Yunho sighs

Ignoring them, I just look at her, "I'm in love with you Joanne. So much. You have no idea how much"

She smiles, nodding, "I do Joongie. Because I love you more than anything baby"

"Really?", I smile

She nods, touching my cheek softly, "I'm in love too. With you"

I'm so fucking happy

I didn't know what this was with us

If she took it as seriously as I do

Now I know

She pulls me down to her, kissing me and I go willingly

"Hongjoong!", Mingi yells

We pull away from each other, smiling like idiots

"You have to go baby"

I nod, "Tonight jagi"

"You're staying with me baby", she answers

"All night", I promise

Separating, I look up at Wooyoung, who's shocked

"Don't ever touch my girlfriend again"

He nods, "I uh....what's going on? You two are .. together?"

I nod, "Yeah for six months. We kept it a secret"

"No shit. Why though? You could of told us", San says

"We were taking everything slow, seeing if it would work. Once I knew it would I didn't say anything because I just wanted her to myself", I explain, "But Wooyoung keeps flirting with her and I couldn't take it anymore"

"I'm sorry!", Wooyoung says, "I didn't know she was with you!"

"Now you know", I growl, "Hands off"

"Yeah for sure", he says, "Sorry Jo"

"It's ok Woo. But for future reference, don't try so hard. It'll turn the girl off"

He nods, "Noted. Thanks"

"Ok can we go?", Seonghwa asks, "We have to finish this concert! We can talk about this later"

"Yeah let's get finished here", I agree

It takes less than a minute to finish up backstage

Right before I go on stage, I turn to her, planting a sweet kiss on her soft lips

"I love you"

"I love you Joongie"

I smile at her then run on stage and get in position for Cyberpunk

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"Did the guys give you lots of shit?", she giggles, cuddling into me

We decided on her hotel room because she has a queen bed and is alone while I share with Seonghwa

"A little bit. They were dramatic about it. And happy for us"

"That's good. I swear I was gonna go off on Wooyoung if he tried one more thing"

Yeah so was I

"Are you sure you didn't like it?", I ask, a little bit worried

"What?", she exclaims

"I mean you touched his abs. I don't have abs. Maybe you...liked it"

She sits up, shaking her head, "Don't ever fucking think that Joongie. I don't care about abs and you know it. I don't want to touch anyone but you. I love you Hongjoong. Not Wooyoung. You"

I nod, seeing how serious she is

She loves me

I can see it in her eyes

"And anyway, you're the one who has girls touching you all the time. Their hands in your hair, on your face, on your body"

"Those are stylists jagi! They're doing their job"

She snorts, "Right. You're so blind Joongie. Half those stylists want to fuck you"

"Uh what?", I ask confused

"Everyone talks baby. The girls, they think you're hot. A lot of them like you, think you're so sweet. Want to date you. The others want to fuck you"

"Are you for real?", I ask, all this news to me

"Yes Joongie. I mean you're the leader, the captain of ATEEZ. You're hot, of course the female staff is gonna want you"

"Well I don't want them", I say, sitting up, "I want you. You're the only one I want"

She looks at me, "Then believe me when I tell you I feel the same way. I don't care if a guys with abs to the gods is in front of me. They're not you. You are the one that turns me on, you're the one I want to kiss, the one I want. No one compares to you"

"No one compares to you Jo. No one", I tell her

She smiles, leaning closer to me, her lips against mine, her hands pulling my shirt up

I help her take it off, her mouth right against mine as soon as the shirt is off

She gently pushes me down on the bed, her lips moving to my neck, pressing kisses on my skin

My skin trembles against her lips, her hands moving down to my pants, pulling them and my boxers down

Her kisses move down my body, down my stomach, pulling my bottom clothes down the lower she goes

Her lips press against my cock, shivers running up my spine

She gets all of my bottom clothes off, her mouth still pressing kisses along my length

When she gets to my head, she licks around it, pleasure creeping into my body

Her tongue swirls around, licking along my slit as she moans softly

"Taste so good baby"

I moan hearing her

The first time she told me this, my head exploded, not believing that she likes the way my cum tasted

But she loves blowing me, always on her knees for me and I realized that she really does like my cum

It's fine because I love eating her pussy and the way she tastes is so amazing

So I get it

"Jagi", I breathe when her mouth goes around me, sucking

Oh my god, it feels so good

She moves me down her throat, taking me all in, bobbing her head up and down

She makes choking sounds around my dick, the sound music to my ears

My baby knows exactly what I like and always does it for me

She takes me all in, swallowing and sucking on me fast and hard, then bobs up and down a few times

Then she does it all over again

I watch my length go in and out of her mouth, getting turned on more and more

Her tongue presses along my underside as she slides up and down my cock

Moving my fingers in her hair, I hold on, pleasure running through my body

I'm getting closer but I can't cum

I want to be inside her so badly

"Jagi", I whimper, softly pushing her head back

She looks up at me, easing off my cock

"I...I..."

"I know what you want baby", she says, sitting up

She pulls her shirt off, her beautiful body hitting me right in the face

The first time I saw her naked I almost passed out

She's stunning

Perfect

She gets out of her pj shorts and panties, climbing on top of me

She sits on my dick, sliding me in and bottoming me out in one move

"Fuck", I groan, feeling her tight pussy spreading around me, latching on and throbbing already

I stare at her, amazing that this beautiful girl loves me

Her hands move all over my chest, my stomach, my arms, fingers trailing softly on my skin

"My baby is so fucking beautiful", she murmurs, "So hot"

I feel myself blush

She says it often enough that I believe her

"How could I want anyone else, when I have this?", she says, hands running from my stomach to my chest, her gaze moving to mine, "When I have you?"

I honestly don't know what to say

I'm not blind, I know the other guys are hot

Wooyoung, Yeosang and San with their abs

Mingi and Yunho with their height

Jongho with his built body

And everyone loves everything about Seonghwa

All the girls fangirl over him so much

I don't know why she'd want me over them

Or how she can think I'm the best looking one out of the eight of us

"I could never want anyone else Joongie", she says, tilting her head as she looks at me, "You're absolutely everything I want and so much more. You are perfect"

"Perfect?", I repeat in disbelief

She smiles softly, "Yeah Joongie. You're my perfect everything and I love you more than anything in this world"

I sit up immediately, moving my arms around her and kissing her soft beautiful lips

Her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me back just as passionately

"You're my perfect everything jagi", I tell her, leaning my forehead against hers, "Sometimes I still can't believe you're mine"

She laughs lightly, "Are you kidding baby? I can't believe you're mine. You're the idol, the unattainable one, not me. The one who can have anyone but you chose me. A staff member. A no one"

"Shush jagi", I shush her, "You're not a nobody. And yeah I'm an idol but I'm still just a guy. The truth is I'm lucky to have you"

"Joongie-", she starts

"No jagi, I am lucky. Being an idol isn't exactly a great career for a relationship. There's a lot of shit my girlfriend would have to deal with. You deal with everything and never complain. You're amazing and I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you", I tell her honestly, "I love you so much"

"I love you Joongie. So much", she says, pressing her lips to mine in a sweet kiss, "I'll always love you"

"I'll always love you Jo", I promise, knowing that I will keep that promise forever

She smiles, kissing me and softly pushing me back

I lay back, my head on the pillows, her kiss fucking heavenly

When the kiss ends, she sits up, leaning on my chest, her hips moving hypnotically in a circle, opening her pussy with my cock

"Fuck baby", I groan, pleasure coming back, my hands gripping her thighs

Her pussy is so fucking tight but she takes me so well every time

She moans loudly, grinding on my cock, my head rubbing against her spot, her pussy pulsing getting faster

God, she feels amazing, I can't get over it

"Joongie", she moans, "So good baby"

"Yeah baby", I agree, "So tight for me. So fucking wet"

"Mmm hmmm", she murmurs, starting to give me small bounces on my length

"Oh god", I groan, my head pressing back into the pillow

Her bounces get harder, sliding all the way up my cock to my head, then surging down, bottoming me out

Each movement makes my cock slam into her spot, her loud cries so fucking beautiful

She moves impossibly fast, riding me like it's her job

I lift my head just in time to see her lean back on my thighs, her sweaty body right in my face

Her boobs jiggle, mesmerizing me, sweat dripping between them

Sliding my hands up her body, I cup her boobs, squeezing them

So soft, so squishy

I run my fingers over her hard nipples, pinching them, her pussy getting so much more wet

Running my eyes down her body, I stop at her tiny hole swallowing my cock over and over

There's so much cream all over my cock it's pooling in my lap

That sight never ceases to hypnotize me

It's just so much, her cunt coating me more and more the more she bounces on me

Her pussy lips are so fucking puffy, looking like she belongs around my shaft

And inside, her cunt clenches my cock so hard, strangling my length, keeping me in fucking bliss

I've never felt any pleasure like the pleasure she gives me

It's so intense, so incredible and I fucking love it

"Hongjoong", she whimpers, her head tilting back, her face full of pleasure

As much as I love getting pleasure I love giving it to her more

I love making her cum

The next time she comes down, I thrust up into her pussy, hitting so much deeper

"Oh fuck", she cries, her body shaking

Grabbing her arms, I pull her down on top of me, her perfect skin against mine

Moving my hands to her ass, I grip her hard, sliding her halfway up my shaft

Then I thrust up, slamming into her hard over and over, getting a fast and hard pace going

"Joongie!", she cries, her face buried in my neck

"Feels so good baby", I tell her, jackhammering my cock into her pussy, splitting her open

Her cunt throbs so quickly, almost there

"Cum for me baby", I ask, "I want to feel you cum all over me"

Fuck, I crave her orgasms

The pleasure from them is astounding and I'm like a junkie for them

"Please baby, I need it", I plead, "You're so close jagi"

"Joongie", she cries, her body shaking against mine as she orgasms

Her cunt locks on my cock, drenching me in cum, pleasure slamming into me

"Yes baby", I cry, fucking her through the orgasm as she screams my name, "Yes fuck, keep going. Just like that baby. Cum for me just like that"

"Hongjoong"

"Mm baby, so fucking good"

Her orgasm begins to taper off and I don't want that

I need more

"No baby", I pant, my body so hot, so sweaty but I'm not stopping, "Cum again. I need it again"

I keep pounding in her pussy, her cunt so wet that her pussy makes loud squelching noises everytime I thrust into her

"Mmm do you hear that baby?", I groan, "Do you hear how loud your pussy is for me? How much you love my cock inside you?"

"Yes baby", she moan, "I love your cock baby"

"I know jagi", I answer, breathing hard, "I know how much you love coming on my cock, right?"

"Yes", she whimpers

"Then cum for my cock baby", I tell her, "I need it. I need to feel you"

Each slam brings her closer and I'm so excited to feel her again

Thrusting into her again, sets her off, her pussy so tight on me as she falls over the edge

She scream my name in my neck, trembling in my arms

My cock gets so fucking wet and I know she's squirting

"Yes baby", I moan, the bliss so incredible, "Squirt for me baby. Soak me jagi"

I feel her gush all over my lap, my legs, the sheets under me

God, I love when she squirts

It's ecstasy for her and I'm so about that

As soon as she's done, I roll us over, wrapping her legs around me

Pushing the hair off her face, I lift her face up to me, crashing my lips against hers

Her kiss takes my breath away, her arms wrapping around my neck and I feel like I'm right where I belong

Rolling my hips, I slide into her, slowly, feeling every inch of her open for me

She moans against my mouth, her hands sliding down to my back

I move slowly, thrusting in and out, grinding into her when my cock bottoms out

I can feel every move, every throb her pussy makes and I completely fall into her

There is nothing in my head except her and how she feels

Her hips move up, meeting my thrusts, letting slide me in deeper, feeling out of this world

I'm so fucking in love with her and I thank God she feels the same

We move together, our kisses becoming more desperate, our movements becoming urgent

She's so close and so am I

I know her orgasm is going to set off mine

She's always first

I wouldn't have it any other way

She breaks the kiss, her head pushing back into the pillow as her orgasm starts

"Hongjoong", she moans, "I love you"

"Fuck", I whimper, hearing her

I sheath my cock fully inside her, pure ecstasy slamming into me as I cum in her pussy

"Jagi!", I cry, "I love you. Fuck Jo, I love you"

"I love you Hongjoong"

Stars blind me, my mind utterly blank as I feel her squeeze my cock, milking me for all my cum, both of us holding onto each other desperately, our bodies pressed right against each other, whimpering "I love you" to each other over and over

It feels so fucking good, she feels good, everything is absolutely perfect

I come back to earth, feeling her arms around me, laying on top of her, her fingers in my hair, her lips pressing kissing all over my forehead, her voice whispering "I love you" over and over

The best way to finish an orgasm

"I love you", I tell her, kissing her chest, then lifting my head, looking in her eyes

She smiles tiredly, her fingers sliding down, stroking my cheek so softly, "I love you Hongjoong"

"I love you", I repeat, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face

I press a soft kiss to her perfect lips, then move, laying next to her

Gently pulling her to me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly

She cuddles into me, our bodies tangling with each other

She yawns cutely, then snuggles against my neck

"Sleep jagi", I tell her, kissing the top of her head, "I tired you out"

She giggles softly, "You too baby. You were already tired when we started. You have to be exhausted"

She's not wrong but I'll never be to tired to be with her

Never

"Never too tired for you jagi"

"Aw, my baby", she coos, kissing my neck, then move back, looking up at me, "Kiss me then we can both sleep baby"

I smile, immediately pressing my lips to hers in a loving kiss

After, we settle into the bed, wrapped up in each other

"I love you Joongie"

"I love you Jo"

Kissing the top of her hair, I close my eyes, smiling

I hate to say it but I have to thank Wooyoung for being so annoying or I would still be worrying about telling her I love her

I owe him one

#hongjoong smut #hongjoong fanfic #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong fanfic #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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fuckmeyer · 11 months

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hey bestie i'm finally here with that essay about jacob fighting for bella's humanity w/o being a love interest bc the potential that has! he's set up to be the perfect avenue for it! he's the warmth and sun that she loved from arizona; he's the community and family she could be deeply enmeshed in w/ charlie and billy; he's a childhood friend who grew up (which bella's going to lose the potential to do if she becomes a vampire! and she's going to forget that past!); he's someone who fixes up old damaged cars instead of having perfect ones, and they aren't the *same* but they're still good...he's literally thematically everything best abt being human that bella will lose, AND examples of the negatives she sees in humanity, (all the times she thinks abt how the wolves are fragile in comparison to the vampires)...and it would just be SO fascinating to see that played out w/out the romance. it would honestly be even more powerful! bc baked into smeyer's worldbuilding is that vampires prioritize their romantic partners above everything else and having jacob be the true contrast to that where he's a platonic connection that bella genuinely values equally and she has to think abt how becoming a vampire would cut her off from the potential of connections like that!!! i am thinking so many thoughts

BESTIE thank you as always for dropping the Jacob love in my inbox!

you're so right about Jacob being the perfect avenue to explore Bella's doubt about vampirism! the warmth & family & community & LOVE & acceptance & nostalgia she loves about humanity is all embodied in Jacob's character & in their relationship. she likes hand-me-downs & homemade gifts! she likes acts of service! she likes reckless stunts that remind her of her own fragility & weakness! she likes warm sodas & spaghetti dinners! she likes being reminded that she belongs somewhere! & THIS IS JACOB <3

the fact that their relationship isn't utilized to this end (or any end, really) is my biggest problem with Eclipse. Bella drops little hints in the narrative that she's nervous about becoming a vampire. there are so many opportunities— e.g. when Rose tells her story— for her to reflect on what she's giving up.

in the end, she doesn't sum up the argument in a compelling way & doesn't make her choice in a believable way.

in part because the event that kicks off her grand realization that she's not ready (AKA THE CONFLICT OF HER ENTIRE SERIES ARC) is ...graduation

big life event as a catalyst seems to make sense. but how relevant is it to her narrative? & once it's brought up, we don't we see her digging into why she's nervous. what about saying goodbye makes her not ready? what about getting what she wants terrifies her? what does she need to sort through? what plans does she need to make? we're left to wonder what's running through Bella's mind re: the biggest decision of the series...in a first person narrative. no!!!

Jacob, who embodies all these ideals of her humanity, should be the one to push her to this realization. the climax of her internal conflict should be focused around him: losing him physically/emotionally (or both), & everything he represents. there is so much weight that her relationship with Jacob adds to her choice if she's allowed to love him and Edward unconditionally! as a romantic interest, all Jacob's doing is pushing her away.

(& that's why this whole fucking triangle makes no sense. he loves her so much he remembers her from early childhood. he loves her so much he'll sit there for months & pick up her broken pieces. he loves her so much he'll spend every moment just doing silly little hobbies together. he loves her so much he wants to fight for her humanity "until her heart stops beating" AND EVEN AFTER. but he doesn't love her enough to respect her choices or opinions? he doesn't love her enough to know that by being an asshole, he's pushing her closer to death? imo this is where we see stephie's grubby hands moving pieces. Jacob loves her more than he's in love with her.)

& so, because the "i'm not ready" realization is tied to something Bella doesn't give a shit about, the realization that she is ready is equally empty

what makes her decide she's ready to become a vampire is GUILT & FEAR & ANGUISH. she's "ready" to become a vampire because she feels weak & useless. worse, this realization is not touched on as the event (the training sesh) unfolds. she has this realization OFF-PAGE & then shows up to Edward's proposal like "yeah i'm ready to become a vampire but first i wanna fuck :)"

& we're supposed to buy that? girl, you resolved nothing internally. you didn't show us what changed for you. you're making this decision out of fear instead of out of love. & we're supposed to believe this is what little miss "thoughtful & responsible" wants???

it's such a blatant disregard to all the growth she went through & the relationships she developed. you can't just turn Jacob in a fucking asshole & turn the choice into a non-choice & call it day. Jacob deserves better, Bella deserves better, & the readers deserve better!!

MAKE 👏 EVERYONE 👏 SUFFER👏👏👏

(in the name of love!)

#i am WINDED from this post but youre so right and i just want to shout it from the rooftops #you are my ultimate bestie in crime #thank you for the essay #it's so carthartic to talk about & iron out what's wrong with jacobs charcter #bc its so nebulous right #was he assassinated? were his traits in NM simply blown out of proportion? how much flak does he deserve & how much grace should we give hi #tbh even after all i dont think most of rhe fandom realizes just how dirty jacob was done #i just witnessed a discord server convo the other day abt how people who think jacobs charcterization is racist is SUS #LIKE!!!! IF YOU KNEW ANYTHING AMERICAN LIT you would know jacobs charcterization #follows a LONG pattern of anti-native sterotypes in lit-#ok ok ok im not getting on that now i will literally never leave this post #but STILL the boy is just not given enough grace and nuance in this fandom tbh #so to talk about it here with a fanfic master like yourself is a BREATH a fresh air #in conclusion: i love you

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hellcatazura · 1 year

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I love The Craft and I love Kraft Dinner so uh... Have a really silly pun-based cosplay idea lol.

Photo: Stephie Scarlet

#kraft dinner #mac and cheese #mac n cheese #the craft #nancy downs #cosplay #cosplayer #goth #gothic #alternative #witchcraft #witch aesthetic #witch #azura rose

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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ᗪETEᖇGEᑎT TO ᗰY ᗯᗩᔕᕼIᑎG ᗰᗩᑕᕼIᑎE

Steph Gingrich x Reader

Summary: This is literally so shit, I couldn’t remember what I was writing about so my apologies. All I can say is fluff.

Warnings: Why do I even bother saying swearing. Gabe is a Zesty Straight, if that’d trigger u????

The record store had just reopened following its closure for Christmas. It felt good to be open and at work again, Steph had spent a good amount of time in the studio during the holidays, so it's the same old for her. However, with the joy of opening up comes the hassle of shipments. The Christmas season saw some sales so a stock-up is definitely due.

We've been sorting records and CDs since 4:30 AM, and neither of us is too enthusiastic about this. Taking a record out from the shipment boxes, she asks, "Would you say this is disco or 90's funk?".

I take a moment to let my mind mentally wander throughout the album until I finally come to a conclusion, "Funk, but 80's funk. That one was in 1989." I point out, Steph takes my advice and flicks through the 80's funk crate looking for the correct place.

I continue to stack the few country CDs in front of me when a recognisable face enters the store.

"Gabe, you're back." I smile, happy to see the man back from his three-night hike.

"Nice to see you didn't get eaten by any wolves," Steph adds with a tired chuckle, her focus then returning to the records in front of her.

I'm glad you care so much about me, Stephy." He chuckles from behind, ensnaring the girl in a bear hug, watching as she struggles to free herself but fails miserably. Gabe looks down at me and says "I don't think you can get away." He teases, so I give in to the hug he was approaching me with.

"All right, okay, that's enough; you haven't been gone for ten years." I smile, back up from the man, and keep working.

He flips through some records next to Steph and asks, "So, are you two opening up now?".

She swats his hand away, "There are a lot more records and poster shipments than we expected." Sighing, she puts a vinyl into a plastic wallet.

Gabe scans the small table we had set up for anything he can touch or mess with to unintentionally annoy Steph. He plays with a few badges left on the edge, picking one up and pinning it to his jacket. Steph watches him struggle with the pin and huffs and she notices the design, "So, when were you going to tell us?" She asks.

Gabe looks up, giving her a confused look.

"That you're a lesbian." She gestures to the badge on his jacket, I can't help but giggle.

"Yeah, it's been really hard to deal with." He jokingly admits, taking it off and picking a new one that says 'zesty straight'. Then returning to finding something that'll annoy Steph.

He scans the pile of records until he lands on a certain album, "I'm guessing that's mine." He reaches for the Kings of Leon vinyl.

Steph swats his hand away, continuing to flick through the pile of many records. Gabe notices the silence in the room and takes it as his queue to bid his goodbyes. A few minutes pass, and Steph finally lets out a light huff, slowly walking over to me and planting a small kiss on my cheek, "I'm gonna go do some advertisements, phone calls, the usual. Feel free to take a break." She smiles lovingly. I give her a small peck on the lips in return before she strolls off to the studio.

I watch her from afar, chuckling into the mic as she cheerfully promotes some silly ad. I give the woman in the studio my full attention, completely mesmerised by her.

A muffled voice answered the phone, they chatted for a while before Steph put it down and waved for me to come over.

"Okay, this one?" she mouths, holding up a record, 'Norman Fucking Rockwell' by Lana Den Rey, up against the glass. "Or this one?" she continues to hold up 'Parklife' by Blur. Her head pokes out from behind the door. "Caller wanted someone besides me to pick something," she says.

After a few seconds of thinking, I turn around and hold up 'The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill' as an example of an album that would bring a new touch to the radio station, "How about this?"

Steph pulls the record from me and says, "Perfect." Then leaves and I go back to sorting the endless stacks of country CDs, I mean come on, who listens to this shit.

I take a moment to reflect, and I realize that nothing could be better in my life. I have a job I love, a town I love, and a girlfriend I love. The thought of the DJ makes my heart flutter, she couldn't be more perfect. She is literally the anti-crease stuff to my shoes, the detergent to my washing machine, the needle to my turntable, she really brings out my poetic side.

I take a small peek over to the studio glass, I smile at the sight of Steph lightly swaying her hips and bopping her head to the mute song.

Oh my God, why haven't I married this woman yet?

#life is strange #life is strange true colors #life is strange wavelengths #life is strange before the storm #steph gingrich x reader #steph gingrich #gabe chen #shitpost #this is terrible #so sorry #life is strange x reader

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michellemisfit · 1 year

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hey you! can you believe it’s the end of the year? 🥳✨🥂

to wrap up another fucking fantastic year of loving on ian & mickey & each other, please share:

your favorite thing you created this year

a fanfic that you can’t wait to reread

a piece of fan art you can’t stop thinking about

happy new year! cheers to another go around the sun! xx

I was just about to start doing my make up and get dressed, ready to go out and greet 2023. But I’ll totally stop for this!! 🙌 Thank you @gallawitchxx for including me 🥰

1. I should say my drawings for the Gallavich Gift Exchange, seeing as it’s my first piece of fanart, and I only write fic once every three years or so lol

But GGE happened like 5 minutes ago, whereas before that I spent about 6 months working my arse off to find perfect matches for our boys for my Gallacats 🐈‍⬛🐈, and I’m still really proud of like 90% of them, and downright smug about 20% of them. Including the below. Which never got the love I felt it deserved. - I was pleased as punch when I thought of this match, and then managed to find the perfect pictures for it. - angst as fuck, sure, but clever… right?

I still haven’t worked out how to link to a tag search result, so here’s the link to the original post for the above (sad Ian), and you can hit the 🐈‍⬛🐈 tag from there, if you fancy browsing my Gallacats :)

2. A fanfic I always always always go back to is @gallavichy’s Cooperative Gameplay. However I have literally just finished re-reading that five days ago, so that will tide me over for a couple of months, hopefully! lol

So instead… I must say that after all of the hard core socialising and all of the fancy food that Christmas brought, I have been craving the peace and quite and simple pleasures of… maybe a dingy little diner? 🤔

Just this perfect place, where you get left to your own devices, have coffee, have a piece of toast, work your way up to some good food, eventually good company, and then one day you slowly fall in love… @loftec’s None The Wiser, anyone?

3. I have adored @mariemarion’s work since back in the Shadowhunters fandom, and decided - for the first time ever - to commission artwork this year. I loved the entire process, and I’m obsessed with both pieces she made for me!

I would also be remiss if I didn’t given shout out to @steorie whose sketch of Ian and Mickey’s faces is one of the first Shameless fanart that immediately made itself at home in my brain.

And that was before realising just how much colour stephi manages to pack into her pieces of art, making me wish I wasn’t such a basic pencil bitch… haha

And I’d like to send some love to @suzy-queued for her Kinktober Series. The pieces were clever, funny, silly, hot, and often downright filthy… all of which is GOOD, of course! But I also admired the fact that Deena completed every single day of the challenge. Crazy inspiring, that! Hats off to you!

#ask mys #mys stuff #end of year meme #looking back on 2022 #shameless meme

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arjaandsimoni · 1 year

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Thorns

Houston Texas, midday

Two girls walked down the street together, one seeming much happier about it than the other.

She was dressed in a lovely red silk top with green tights under a darker green skirt, a pair of red buckle shoes on her feet. She had long wavy black hair and several passerby wondered if she may be a child model or something.

Her friend wore a purple silk top with short puffy sleeves under a pastel pink denim skirtall, white tights on her legs and pink tennis shoes on her feet. She also had on a strange silvery sort of choker. She too had long black hair.

“Hmmmm… what should we do today Bestie?” the first girl giggled. “I’m thinking… ice cream, can’t ever go wrong with ice cream… and then we’ll go to the park and find some new friends to play with.” she grinned, but there was an oddly malicious hint to her words…

The other girl whimpered, glancing around frantically as she followed along as if on an invisible lead. Suddenly a huge crowd of commuters rushed past, it was the lunch rush after all, and the two girls got separated.

As soon as they were split up, the second girl stumbled as if something pulling on her had suddenly been released. The girl in pink and purple’s eyes widened. This was her chance! She waited until she couldn’t see the girl in red and green, then turned and raced into the crowd as fast as her legs would carry her!

The first girl looked around, then huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Really now!” she pouted, then smirked, “If you wanted to play hide and seek you just had to say so, silly…” she giggled, skipping off after her, “Okaaaaay then, but when I catch you there’s gonna be a really nasty punishment in store!”

As she walked past the storefronts the flowers on display seemed to bloom brighter, and slowly turned to watch her go…

Elsewhere in Houston

Stephy, Tex, and Sammi walked through the streets, the latter of which was not happy about it at all. “At least this bloody city has some culture to it here and there, but by oak and ash who do I have to complain at to get them to turn down this damnable heat?!” he grumped. He’d gone with a silvery loose shirt and white leather pants with matching boots, hoping the lighter colors would help reflect the heat away instead of absorb it, but even then it was punishing for the princeling.

“Pretty sure the sun doesn’t care how hot you are Sammi.” replied Stephy, though he had to admit he was feeling the heat as well. He’d gone with a loose white top with long flowing sleeves, a long white silk skirt, sandals, and a wide brimmed straw hat, but it was still pretty rough for the wintery changeling. He honestly was beginning to miss Lady Sera’s realm at the moment, if only because he knew he wouldn’t feel like he was melting there.

Tex smiled sympathetically at him, “Yeah, one thing I definitely didn’t miss ‘bout Texas… it gets hotter’n Hell here in th’ summertime…” he sighed, patting the effeminate boy’s shoulder. “We’ll take a break soon ‘n get some lunch somewhere with th’ A/C goin’ hard kay?” he nodded.

Both the faeries gave a very energetic ‘yes’ to this, Sammi conjuring a ball of ice in his hand and pressing it to his forehead as they walked. “The sooner we’re back north the bloody better… every day here is more punishing than the last…” grumbled Sammi. “I swear I’m going to boil away to nothing at this ra-AUGH!” he yelped, falling backwards as Stephy and Tex caught him, the fae prince shaking his head. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!” he snapped, glaring ahead of him.

However, sitting there was a young girl in purple and pink… or at least that’s what it looked like to Tex. To Sammi and Stephy however she had points to her ears, and her eyes were bright bubblegum pink instead of any natural color. Her hair was long and wavy, and when it caught the light it made a rainbow sheen. Around her neck was a heavy silvery collar, inlaid with some strange design “… sorry! I… w-wait…” she looked up, staring between them, “You’re changelings!” she gasped, “You have to help me! Please! She’s looking for me!” she scrambled to her feet, rushing up to them.

Stephy and Sammi looked at each other, then Sammi said, “Well, that depends… WHO is looking for you exactly, young lady? It may be in our best interests to pretend we didn’t see you, or even tell them where you went.” he nodded.

Stephy glared at him, smacking him in the arm, “SAMMI!” he shouted, “She’s clearly just escaped! We have to at least get her to the local freehold! Wouldn’t you want someone to help you if your mom found you?!” he scolded as Tex shook his head at the fae prince.

A Freehold was something many major cities in the west had, a sort of self-made community of those who had been taken by the gentry but managed to escape back to Earth. Changed as they were, sometimes gone months or even years, they banded together to make do as best they could.

Sammi rubbed his arm, glaring back. “I’m not saying I don’t feel for her plight, just that some of the Gentry are exceedingly powerful! If they catch up to her and find us with her they may decide to take us as well!” he snapped.

Stephy huffed, “Well I’m not leaving her, and if you’re pledge-bound to me neither are you!” he smirked.

Sammi frowned back, then looked at her, “Right, lets have a look at your collar then… that should tell us who we’re dealing with.” he muttered, cupping the girl’s chin and kneeling down, she was shorter than all of them, looking like she was barely ten years old.

Stephy pouted, “There’s still fae who take them this young huh?” he asked.

The girl shook her head, “I-I’m not a kid! She just won’t let me grow up! I feel like I’ve been there for years now!” she insisted, “She tricked me into playing with her when my parents grounded me and now she won’t let me leave!” she shook a bit at that, “I can’t go back… I can’t… she’s insane… she’s completely twisted. It all looks cute and wonderful at first but…” she whimpered.

Stephy pouted at her, kneeling down on her side as Tex squatted next to him, “Hey, it’ll be alright, we’ll do what we can to get you to safety okay? I can’t really promise it, but if there’s a chance…” he started… and then a voice rang out.

“FOUND YOU!” sang a childish voice as a girl in red and green walked into view.

“Oh no…” she whispered, “Oh no no no no no…” she clung to Sammi’s arms as he saw the collar clearly.

“Roses…” murmured Sammi, “Oh blast and damnation…” he looked up.

“I found you I found you I green and yellow found you!” giggled the newcomer in a sing song tone, striding up to them, “Oh! And you found us some new friends! Goodie! Maybe I won’t punish you so bad for running away! I… wait…”

The girl paused, frowning, “Something about those two is… familiar…” she narrowed her eyes, drawing closer as she pouted a bit, “Blondie girl is really really… waaaaaait… ITS YOU!” she snarled, her face becoming a mask of rage as her irises seemed to widen until her eyes went jet black.

Stephy and Tex stood up quickly, the girl’s head snapping back and forth between them, “YOU! AND YOU!” she stormed forward, her hair blowing in an unseen breeze as flowerbuds began to appear, and then roses burst into bloom.

Stephy stepped back suddenly, Tex’s hand flying to the knife at his belt as Sammi stood, the young girl trying to hide behind him. “Oh shit…” whispered Stephy, “I know who your keeper is…”

“You threw away my gift, broke my toys, set that demon-cursed grownup on me, AND NOW YOU’RE TRYING TO TAKE MY BESTIE?! STEPHEN FULLMOON! I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO FERTILIZER FOR MY GARDEN!” shrieked Isolde, the Everblooming Rose.

"RUN!" shouted Sammi, "RUN NOW!" and run they did!

The four of them raced down through the busy streets of Houston, trying to vanish into the press of bodies as the flowers in public displays, shop windows, and anywhere that had them all seemed to burst into bloom around them as they ran. It would look like something out of a romantic comedy if not for the fact that each of them seemed to be snarling insults at them as they passed.

Nasty filthy Fullmoon!

Queen Isolde is gonna getcha! Gonna getcha!

Toy breakers and friend takers! Naughty! Wicked!

The mundanes couldn’t hear them, but anyone with a touch of supernatural that they passed seemed to get the message. Several people immediately did an about face back into stores or buildings they were coming out of, a few watching them go with rather anxious eyes.

Behind them came Isolde, and the crowd of commuters seemed to part for her without even knowing why. She only had eyes for the four she was pursuing, but mainly for Stephy. The other two she would torture into insanity just so he’d have to watch! Stephy looked around, then his knowledge of spotting boltholes took over and he grabbed Sammi and the unknown changeling's hands, “This way!” he nodded, rushing down an alleyway. Three lefts, two rights, shake her off! Stick to stone-covered areas with no plant life! No plants meant she couldn’t see them through their eyes!

The three of them raced down the alleyways until suddenly they hit a dead end. A wide-open area with a single pathway leading inwards, the rest walled off by buildings.

“Stephy, dear sibling, was this what you intended to do?” asked Sammi, looking around. The buildings were too high to get over! Stephy could fly over them, but he could only carry one of them at a time!

Stephy winced, “Guess Houston is laid out different from Covington…” he muttered, “Back home it wouldn’t have a dead end like this…”

Tex chuckled nervously, “Well shoot darlin’ I coulda told ya’ll that…” he muttered.

The changeling girl just looked around, her head snapping back and forth as she began to hyperventilate. She looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

Then the door at the end of the alley flew open to reveal the thorns and briars of the Hedge behind it as Isolde strolled out. Her human guise was totally shed, the Everblooming Rose standing there like the haughty fae queen she was in her gown of rose petals and leaves, her hair in full bloom. “Found yoooooooooou…” she sneered, then she snapped her fingers, and the path out of the area erupted in giant rose stems, making an impenetrable thorny barrier!

“No calling that nasty demon-possessed cousin of yours this time Stephen Fullmoon…” she giggled wickedly, “No calling that brutish tomboy of a cousin who wrecked my toys that just wanted to play with your cowboy friend either… The grownups can’t save you THIS TIME!” she sneered, her mouth spreading into a wide grin as her teeth changed into rose-thorns, “THIS TIME YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE TO ME!”

Stephy stepped back from her, the girl cackling as she flexed her fingers and thorn vines began to grow from any nearby cracks in the pavement. No toys this time, it seemed the Everblooming Rose was being far more true to her name today!

Then, Sammi stepped forward, “Hold.” he said, “I am Prince Samuel of the Icebound Heart, and you have no claim on this one.” he stated, “Stephen Fullmoon has already been claimed by one of your sisters, Lady Sera of the Icebound Heart. My mother.” he smirked, “Do you wish to risk her wroth?” he asked.

This gave Isolde pause, the girl looking at Stephy, “… truly? After all I offered you, you went with one of the SADDIES?!”

Sammi frowned, his eye twitching a bit. “Must you use that term?” he muttered.

Isolde glared at him, “WELL THAT’S WHAT YOU WINTERY TYPES ARE!” she shouted, “All you wanna do is cry in the snow and feel miserable! I at least make people HAPPY! See how happy my bestie is?!” she smirked, gesturing to the young changeling girl.

The girl let out a sudden shriek and stumbled, her cheeks pushed back as her mouth was forced into a huge smile, so hard that her eyes were watering from it! She whimpered, trying to push them back down with her hands, but they wouldn’t budge!

“Seeeeee? She’s sooooo happy to see me! Now we’re going to go back home and she’s going to play dress up with me and watch cartoons and we’ll have all sorts of FUN!” squealed Isolde, but the fear in the girl’s eyes suggested that Isolde’s comments meant something far more sinister than they sounded.

Stephy stood infront of her, “Isolde she’s clearly terrified! She doesn’t want to go with you!” he protested, knowing exactly how little good it’d do. Faeries like her only saw the world they wanted to see.

The girl shook her head behind him, managing to force her jaw to move enough to make words, “I… I wanna go home…” she whimpered.

Isolde giggled, “Well that’s where we’re going silly! After I punish this wicked nasty cheater and toybreaker we’ll go straight back home!” she replied, smiling widely at the changeling.

She shook her head frantically, “N-no! Not there! I wanna go back to my home! With my parents!” she managed to push out.

Isolde paused at that, “Nooooo… you don’t wanna go back to those grownups who were being jerks to you. You want to come back to your real home in my castle.” she nodded, stating it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The girl shook her head harder, her long hair shining rainbows as it caught the light. “NO! NO I DON’T! I WANT MY MOM AND DAD AND MY BABY SISTER!” she protested.

Isolde stared, her eye twitching, and then she rounded on Stephy and jabbed out an accusing finger, “YOU! YOU DID SOMETHING! YOU BROKE MY BESTIE! IT’LL TAKE AGES TO MAKE HER STOP CRYING ABOUT THAT AGAIN!” she snarled in fury, the thorn fangs coming out once more as her roses turned a violent shade of purple, the thorn vines seeming to double in number.

Sammi stood ready, conjuring a swirl of ice and snow, “Isolde… if you lay a single finger on him the full fury of the Icebound Heart will fall upon your Toyland… my mother will see to that. It will mean war in Arcadia.” he warned.

“I! DON’T! CARE!” she screamed, shaking her fists in fury, “THAT BOY IS HORRIBLE! HE RUINS EVERYTHING HE TOUCHES! I’LL SEE HIM SUFFER FOR IT!” she gestured, and the thorn vines flexed, then aimed towards the group like spears… “Starting… RIGHT… NOW!” she grinned wickedly and pointed, the vines racing forward.

As they did, Tex drew a hand from the Very Useful Deck... The joker was infront of him, but the throne wasn’t empty this time.

"Looks like ya’ll got yerselves in a right pickle… guess I’d better getcha back outta it…" said a voice in his head.

There was a sensation of split time, then a whip crack rang out and the thorn vines shuddered before falling to pieces.

Isolde stared as her rose vines fell around her in huge clumps, “… w-what… no… no no no no NO!” she snarled, stamping her foot in fury, “YOU. KEEP. DOING. THAT!” she threw back her head and shrieked, “CHEAAAAAAAAAAAAAATER!”

Standing before the group was someone new. A tall man, easily six foot, in a long duster coat as black as a moonless night. He wore a matching cowboy hat on his head and was dressed in black vest and slacks with blackened leather boots that had shining silvery spurs on them. At his left hip was a bullwhip, his hand still resting on it, and at his right hip was a revolver… and on his breast was a six-pointed star shaped badge.

“Girl, ya’ll need a lesson in how ta behave.” said the newcomer, looking up and raising his hat with a thumb… revealing a face like a giant crow, beak and all, his black beady eyes focused on Isolde, “The name’s Joker Black. Sheriff Joker Black… ‘n anyone what messes with m’ dealer messes with me.” he nodded.

Sammi stumbled back a step, “Oak and Ash and Thorn… you actually landed that.” he chuckled to himself, “... and your version is a bloody sheriff of all things.” he couldn’t help snickering, “That is TOO perfect.”

Isolde snarled, then lashed out with her thorn vines again, but quick as a blink Joker’s hand was on his whip and with a loud CRACK the vines fell to pieces once more, the sheriff advancing. “Now young lady, ya’ll think I don’t know how ta deal with you?” he asked, if his face could smirk it would be.

Isolde growled, “No… NO! DON’T DO IT!” she spat, taking a step away from the approaching Joker. She almost looked afraid...

“Ya’ll gotta listen, good kids always listen…” he nodded as Isolde screamed and two massive rose vines erupted around him! Joker’s other hand moved in a blur and there were two loud BANGs, and the vines went down with huge holes oozing sap.

Isolde stomped her foot and shook her head, “NO NO NO! DO NOT! DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT!” she screamed, rose vines erupting all around her.

“Young lady…” said Joker in a warning tone, standing over her, “Go to your room.” he said forcefully.

Isolde cried out, forcing her hands over her ears, “NO! I DON’T WANT TO!” she shouted, shaking her head as her legs suddenly trembled, the vines she conjured going limp! She fell onto her back and shrieked loud and wordlessly, like a child throwing a tantrum, trying to drown out Joker’s voice!

“This ain’t a discussion lil’ missy! GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS DANG INSTANT OR I’M GONNA GIVE YOU A HIDIN’ YOU’LL NEVER FORGET!” shouted Joker.

Isolde gritted her teeth, her hands pushed so hard against her ears that her knuckles were turning white, but finally she sagged. “… okaaaaaaay…” she sniffled, getting to her feet and stumbling back towards the door to the Hedge. She gave Stephy one last venomous look, then she passed through the door and a second later it slammed shut.

Stephy and the others watched her go, the fae ‘princess’ staring in confusion as to what had just transpired.

Joker then turned to them and tipped his hat, “Pleasure meetin’ ya’ll, if’n ya’ll need mah help, ya know where ta find me… if Lady Luck is kind enough our paths’ll cross again.” he said, then suddenly he was gone and a card slowly drifted down to the ground. After a minute Tex stumbled forward and collected it.

Stephy finally found his voice, “How… the hell…” he gestured to their battlefield, still covered in slowly wilting rose vines, and the door that Isolde had retreated through.

Sammi chuckled, “Oh, you didn’t know? All of the Fair Folk have a bane. A weakness that we cannot overcome, try as we might. Isolde is a powerful fae queen, but she’s a queen of childhood desires. She’s the eternal eight-year-old girl.” he smirked at Stephy, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding.

Stephy blinked slowly, then cocked his head a bit, “… she… was told to go to her room…” he started, his eyes widening as he put the pieces together.

Sammi nodded, “… by an adult. Why do you think she hates them so much? She HAS to obey them, she doesn’t get a choice in the matter because ‘good kids listen to the grownups.’” he grinned. “That’s why she won’t allow ‘grownups’ in her realm, that’s why she was so eager to come after us knowing we were alone. They are her bane, her weakness.”

Stephy grinned, then opened his mouth before Sammi put a finger firmly over it, “HOWEVER… I would keep this… ‘sub rosa’ if you will.” he warned, “If you think Isolde hates you now, imagine her wroth if you start spreading around the secret to her defeat.” he said, his expression turning deadly serious.

Stephy nodded slowly, “Good point…” he murmured, then looked around, “Hey! Where’d that girl go?” he asked.

Tex looked around as well, but the alley end was vacant save for the three of them.

“Likely ran for the hills first chance she got. Can you blame her?” nodded Sammi, “Rather run and risk a wild unknown in the city than fall back into Isolde’s clutches.”

Stephy nodded, frowning a bit, “I wish we could have helped her though…” he muttered.

Sammi smirked, “You think driving back her Keeper to Arcadia and giving her the chance to escape didn’t? She may certainly have a rough go of it back in the Mortal Realm, but after being one of Isolde’s playthings I daresay she’s better off whatever comes of her…”

Later that evening

The girl who was once known as Iris wandered through the streets of Houston, her mood downcast. She’d managed to find her way to her former home, only to find it empty with a For Sale sign out front. Losing their daughter seemed to cause her parent’s already strained marriage to completely fall apart, and they’d both left the city for places unknown in different directions.

As she walked along through the mostly empty streets she heard something in an alleyway… the girl going to investigate.

“Rrrrf…” came a growling grunt as a large hobo dug through a dumpster, next to him a man and a woman were talking, the man sighing at him.

“Bailey, could you please refrain from that? Its rather off-putting to say the least.” he sighed.

“HUNGRY!” barked the hobo, “Need some grub…” he growled.

“Bailey, c’mon…” smiled the woman, “We’ll get some fast food on our way back to the Freehold, okay? Just stop rooting through the garbage.” she nodded, sounding rather like a big sister.

The hobo paused, “… yeh promise?” he grunted.

The young girl felt something about them, she walked towards them curiously, “Um… hi?” she tried.

The trio looked up, the hobo sniffing the air, and Iris saw that his face was less like a man’s and more like a basset hound’s with big drooping jowls and long floppy ears, “Huh?! Who’s there?!” he growled.

The next one had skin the green of new leaves, and instead of hair she had long flowing vines on which flowers were blooming. She dressed in psychadelic colors, a long skirt and a tube top. “Bailey, relax, its just another changeling…” she said.

The third one looked the most human, dressed in tweeds and a button-down shirt with an honest to goodness bowtie, but with small points to his ears and hair that seemed a touch too fine… “Not just any, look at her. She must have just made it back.” he nodded, adjusting his glasses.

The flower girl stepped forward, “Oh! Oh you poor dear, you must’ve been taken so young… guys we can’t just leave her out here!” she said, looking back at them.

The blonde man nodded, “Yes… lets take her back with us. I daresay an extra set of hands around the Freehold, small as her’s may be, will be welcome.” he nodded, “My flowery friend here is Lavender, and our gruff companion is Basset Bailey. You may call me the Blonde Professor. What should we call you, young lady?” he asked.

The girl whimpered, “I dunno… she took it away, I can’t remember it…” she muttered, her hands rubbing her throat. As soon as Isolde had fled the collar seemed to have vanished, but she could still feel it’s weight there.

The Professor chuckled, “They always do… Hm…” he looked her over, rubbing his chin and noticing the way the light played along her hair. “Just like a rainbow… The Rainbow Child, or Rain for short perhaps?” he suggested.

She looked up at him, then nodded and smiled, “O… okay!” she replied. A few minutes later they were all walking together through the streets, the Rainbow Child looking curious as to what her new friends might be like.

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