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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰🥴 sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling

PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously

https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi

Song/dance I’m talking about 👆

Vinnie’s POV

I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.

Y/n POV

I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.

“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”

“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”

She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.

Vinnie’s POV

After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.

Y/n POV

I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”

Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”

I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.

“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”

I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”

I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.

Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”

My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.

Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.

“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.

I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.

I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.

Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.

“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.

Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.

Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.

I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.

I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“

I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.

Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.

Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.

I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.

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fitzskmmons · 3 years

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huge shout out to @futureoutoffocus on here and future_out_of_focus on Ao3!

Green Eyed Monster 3.1k words

EJ wasn’t sure why he had a pit in his stomach or why his first thought was to call Gina over to him for no reason. He was standing by his locker after the final bell rang waiting for Ashlyn and Gina as normal, when he looked over and saw the new kid – Kyle or Ryan or whatever; EJ didn’t care enough to learn it – attempting to flirt with Gina. At least that’s what it looked like. He could tell Gina was unimpressed by him, but that didn’t seem to stop the kid from talking to her. It also didn’t stop EJ from feeling that heavy pit in his stomach. Gina caught EJ’s gaze and did a subtle eyeroll.

EJ took out his phone and shot her a quick text. Luckily she realized she was getting an out and told what's his face that her mom was calling her. She said a quick goodbye and speed walked over to EJ. She grabbed his hand and tried to suppress her laughter. They made their way to an empty hallway before falling into the wall, giggling.

“So when’s the date?” EJ asked her with a grin on his face.

“You know I don’t think you can go out with someone whose name you don’t even know.” Gina shrugged her shoulders and leaned into EJ.

“I’m pretty sure it’s something douchey like Kyler or Max with 2 X’s.” This made them both laugh again as they went to find Ashlyn after making sure the coast was clear.

“So anything interesting happened while you were waiting for me? I may or may not have seen Gina getting kinda aggressively flirted with by Noah.” Ashlyn waggled her eyebrows at the now blushing girl.

“Oh! So that’s his name, less douchey than I thought. But Ash is right, it was a little aggressive,” EJ said, looking at Gina through the rearview mirror.

“I don’t think he realized that I didn’t enjoy being talked at. I think I said 10 words in the 5 minutes we talked. 5 of them were ‘oh my mom's calling bye’ and then I basically ran to EJ. So hopefully he gets the hint.” Gina caught EJ’s gaze for the second time today and gave him a grateful smile.

“Well, in that case I think a lemonade from Dutch Bros is needed after you went through today. Plus I’ve been craving it for weeks!” Ashlyn exclaimed and the other two agreed.

That wasn’t the only time EJ felt that way. In fact, it seemed to happen more frequently after that incident.

The next few times EJ realized the pit he felt was jealousy. At first he tried to deny it, claiming he was just feeling protective over his best friend. Especially when Gina was helping with the choreo for Beauty and the Beast.

They had been in the auditorium for close to three hours now, going over lines, Kourtney doing some more costume adjustments, and of course learning the choreography for the numbers. Gina was over in the far corner teaching some of the ensemble some basic waltz steps while EJ was sitting across on the other side of the stage watching her grace combined with their clunky movements. Every so often Gina would look over at EJ and give him either a small smile and wave or an eye roll and frown depending on whether the boys were listening to her or not.

Around 6pm, Miss Jenn announced that Big Red was on his way with pizza and that they would definitely be gone by 8 at the latest. EJ knew the last one was a lie, they never got out before 9.

There was a chorus of ‘Pizza!’ when Big Red and Ashlyn walked in 20 minutes later. Ashlyn must have asked Gina for help because the next thing EJ knew Gina and one of the main background dancers, Jordan, got up and headed out to Big Red’s car.

“Ash!” EJ yelled over at his cousin once Gina was outside.

“What? I’m right here.” Ashlyn rolled her eyes at him.

“So Jordan, huh? What’s his deal?” he asked.

Ashlyn could feel her smile growing as she looked at EJ. He was not as skilled at hiding his emotions as other people.

“You know I'm not too sure, but he must be nice enough if he offered to help,” she said with a knowing smile and a shoulder shrug. “Come on, help me pass out plates.”

Once everyone had their pizza and drinks it was time to find places to eat. Gina naturally made her way over to EJ but this time with Jordan in tow. Ashlyn and Big Red weren’t too far behind. They were all laughing about something when they got to the hallway outside the auditorium. EJ could feel that pit coming back.

“Hey! EJ, right? Jordan,” the boy said, extending his hand. EJ shook his hand, making sure not to squeeze too hard. “Nice to formally meet you after all these weeks.”

“I know, it’s been a little hectic! But I do have to say you have the best teacher.” EJ shot Gina a smile which she returned as her blush crept up.

“She really is! I didn’t know there were so many names for all the moves!” Jordan laughed as they took a seat on the floor. EJ couldn’t help but like the guy.

“Oh stop it! Or keep going, whatever you want.” Gina was laughing along while trying not to meet anyone's eyes.

They talked amongst themselves and ate their pizza until Jordan brought up how cute of a couple EJ and Gina are. This caused them both to blush and look at the ground.

Ashlyn was the first to speak up since the other two were too preoccupied trying to get their faces less red. “Oh, they aren’t a couple, even though we all know it’s gonna happen,” she said, giving them both a ‘you know I’m right’ look.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward! I was actually gonna suggest a double date, but now I see that might be a future thing.” Jordan looked a little bit confused, which was to be expected.

“You remember Samantha, right? The cheer captain?” Gina asked EJ as he tried to remember.

“She’s got dark hair and she’s probably my height?” Ashlyn tried to get him to remember. EJ’s eyes lit up and they knew he remembered.

“She was the one who broke her ankle off the pyramid?” He cringed at the memory.

“Yes! Well Jordan here has been dating her since sophomore year and he was asking us about the perfect promposal for their senior year prom.” Gina could see EJ relax at the new information.

Miss Jenn came out just a minute later to tell everyone they have 20 more minutes before they ran through the first half of the second act again. Gina definitely scooted closer to EJ and he relaxed and put an arm around her as they discussed promposal ideas with Jordan.

Ashlyn could sense something was going to change between them sooner rather than later.

After opening night everyone saw the looks that EJ and Gina were giving each other all night and thought they finally got their act together. They learned they were wrong when they left for Slices in separate cars. Ashlyn, Nini and Carlos decided to come up with a plan.

Ashlyn promised Ricky that EJ wouldn’t hurt him too badly if he helped out with her plan. Ricky only agreed to go through with this because Nini gave him puppy dog eyes and Ashlyn did threaten him slightly. The plan was simple enough: go up to Gina, give her a small gift, ask her out knowing she’ll say no. Easy enough. The next school day was when the plan was going into action.

Ricky could feel his heart beating not because he was going to get rejected, (and hopefully not punched) but because his friends’ future is on his shoulders (he was only being a little bit dramatic). Ricky looked at the clock and knew it was go time.

“Uh, Gina hey!” Ricky knew his voice was shaking but hopefully that added to the drama of it all. “Can we talk real quick?” Her eyes got wide and Ricky got more nervous.

“Sure, what’s going on? What's with the bag?” She asked and gestured to the small bag containing her opening night gift. It wasn't anything big, just a bracelet Ashlyn heard her mention.

“Oh, it's for you,” Ricky was tapping his foot to keep him calm-ish. “Just a little opening night gift.”

Gina took the small bag and began to open it. “Wow, Ricky, it’s very pretty thank you. I just wrote a card, sorry.”

She only looked a little sorry about that. Ricky could tell the plan was going smoothly.

“No worries! I wasn’t expecting anything anyways, so thank you. But that’s not the full reason I'm here. I actually was wondering if you maybe wanted to get dinner later? Like a date?” Ricky hoped he sounded sincere enough and not like he was playing a part. He knew what was coming next and for the first time, was happy to be rejected.

“Ricky, I’m flattered but I'm actually-” she started until Ricky cut her off.

“No, no it’s okay I get it. You were really great tonight. I’ll see ya,” Ricky tried to hold back a sigh of relief as he walked away from here. He gave himself a high five as he rounded the corner.

Nini, Ashlyn and Carlos were all in the spot they set up as base and waited for him to round the corner.

Ashlyn was the first to speak “How’d it go? Did you get rejected? I hope so. No, that was mean but you know what I mean.” Ashlyn was talking almost too fast for him to keep up.

“It went exactly according to plan, now we just have to wait for Gina to tell EJ and he is the final piece of this, whether he knows it or not.”

They all had the same look on their face and hoped no one heard them.

Ashlyn knew the plan had been a success when she got a text from EJ asking to talk about something. She had to mentally prepare herself for the role of ‘inspiring cousin’ instead of ‘mastermind of the whole plan’. They planned to meet the day after the ‘Ricky Incident’ as she’s been calling it, at 4pm when Gina would be busy facetiming her brother.

Ashlyn heard a small knock on her door before it opened, revealing a nervous EJ.

“Hey, still a good time to talk?” EJ asked as she gave a nod.

Ashlyn turned her body towards EJ’s when he sat on the edge of her bed. “Of course, what’s going on?” she asked while trying to not sound giddy.

“Well, I’m not sure if you heard or if Gina told you, but Ricky asked her out last night after the show,” EJ’s voice faltered a bit, but Ashlyn couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or something else. “She said no, but now I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if she said yes. I would support her of course, but the thought of them together makes me sick to my stomach.”

Ashlyn scooted closer to him and pulled him into a hug. “I’m really proud of you, last semester you would have probably punched Ricky if you and Gina were the same way you are now. But, she said no, right? So no need to worry.”

EJ just gave her a small smile.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that,” EJ took a deep breath before continuing. “The last few months I've been confused about how close Gina and I are. When she told me about Ricky, the first feeling I got was dread. And the second feeling was that I missed my chance with her.”

EJ waited for Ashlyn’s reaction. Her face had the smile that she had been holding in this whole time.

“And by that you mean?” Ashlyn trailed off, letting EJ be the one to tell her.

“By that I mean, I like her more than a best friend way.” EJ prepared himself for her reaction, which came in the way of a bear hug while whispering ‘I'm really proud of you’ into his ear.

“So, now's your chance! Are you gonna ask her out?” Ashlyn knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t nearly as confident as he seemed.

“I’m not 100% sure she feels the same and I really don’t feel like losing her as a best friend for something I can try to ignore.” Ashlyn’s heart hurt at those words.

“Are we talking about the same Gina? The girl who goes out of her way to sit next to you, as close as she can get? You do realize that she went to you first to talk about Ricky, she still hasn’t brought it up to me.” Ashlyn was trying to get a read on his face, she could tell he was still doubting her.

“That’s just what friends do.”

“Have you ever seen me sit on someone’s lap who wasn't Big Red’s? No, because friends don’t do that, you only do that with someone you like.” EJ looked a bit more sure of himself now. “Look, you gotta trust me on this. Just believe in yourself.”

They hugged once more before EJ left her room to think for a bit.

It took a little over 72 hours after Ricky asked Gina out for EJ to find the courage to finally tell her how he feels. If this goes well, he would have to thank Ricky.

It was Monday around 3:30pm, school had let out about 45 minutes ago which meant the parking lot was empty, perfect for EJ’s plan.

His phone alerted him of a new text message.

‘hey almost at the car, sorry! mr. wills likes to make one question have a 30 minute lecture ugh’

‘No worries! I’ll have the air going!’

A few minutes later Gina walked towards EJ’s little red car, one of the last few in the parking lot. He saw her let out a laugh as he danced along to the song on the radio.

“Hey, hey!” Gina opened the passenger door with a cheesy smile on her face. “Having a dance party without me?”

EJ laughed at that.

“Just waiting for the life of the party is all!” Gina giggled at him and smacked his shoulder. “I mean it’s true! Did Mr. Wills do the whole ‘ohhh back in my day we had this and everything was better’ thing? I remember being stuck in class for an hour and a half last year all over the question ‘why is pluto no longer a planet?’ I meant it as a joke. He took it very seriously.” Gina was laughing hard at that story and nodding.

“He did! I asked him how long a year was on Jupiter and he had a lot of thoughts about it,” Gina said. “It’s ‘12 Earth years, but in my heart it’s only 11.5’” she said, imitating the teacher's voice.

EJ threw his head back laughing. She was grinning at him and he knew it was time. He lowered the volume of the radio and turned his body towards hers in the passenger seat. She gave him a confused look and then a surprised look when he took her hands.

“Eej, what’s going on?” She asked him as a shy smile made its way on her face. “Not that I'm complaining but I'm just a little out of the loop.”

She looked down at their joined hands and gave them a squeeze.

“Well after Ricky’s little stunt the other day, along with the hundreds of other times I was jealous of someone because they had your attention and I didn’t and not in a protective best friend way like I thought earlier in the year.” They were both grinning at each other, Gina knew what was about to happen and normally she would take control but she was curious this time.

“And after realizing that you are the most important person in my life, I also realized that I liked you in more than a friend way and I really hope you feel the same.” EJ had said the last bit in the softest voice, Gina couldn’t help but lean in for a hug. When they pulled apart she kept a fistfull of his shirt in her right hand, keeping him close.

“You know, I thought I was gonna have to be the one to confess. I was only gonna give you until Friday and then I was going to take it into my own hands,” Gina didn’t think EJ’s smile could get any bigger. “So to answer your question, I do feel the same and I'm trying really hard to not tackle you right now.” Gina knew her smile matched his.

EJ brought her back into a tight hug and kissed her hair. She relaxed against him and the pair stayed like that for a while just enjoying being close. When they finally pulled back Gina knew she could finally do what she’s been wanting to for months, kiss EJ.

They were both on the same page when Gina’s arms went around EJ’s neck and his hands found her waist. Gina gave EJ a small nod and they both leaned in.

Gina knew movies weren’t real but this was definitely her Disney moment. Her first kiss and it’s with the person she trusts most, which makes it even better. They both have matching shit eating grins on their faces when they pull back.

“My turn to ask the question,” Gina started but paused to give EJ a quick peck before continuing, “Would you, EJ Caswell, be my boyfriend? For real this time?” She knew the answer but she wanted to have her moment as well. EJ just gave a small nod but his eyes said it all.

They leaned back in for another kiss but broke apart when a car alarm sounded.

“So where do you wanna go on our first date? I’m thinking a picnic with Wendys and Sonic to drink?” EJ started his car fully as Gina thought it over.

“I’m down, as long as we go to the park with the duck pond!” She leaned over and gave him another kiss, she was allowed to do it and she was going to take full advantage.

“Of course! I even have a stack of quarters so we can get duck food!” Gina knew they made a great team and now they are going to make a great couple as well.

Ashlyn definitely woke up the neighbors when Gina and EJ came home holding hands.

Fin.

#portwell #ej x gina #hsmtmts #gina porter #ashlyn caswell #portwell fic #team wonderstudy #im v proud pls let me know what you think!#will also be on ao3 once i figure it out

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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*arrives with a cup of hot cocoa instead of coffee* oh hey, you know you guys have been waiting long enough. Here’s the captain. Just ignore the Mumbo in the background having a crisis

@petrichormeraki

Grian regretted going through the portal almost immediately as a wave of nausea hit him. “Are you okay mister grain?” he gave a weak laugh at Crumb already figuring out that nickname.

“Yeah, just didn’t expect this place to be so charged with Vault God energy. Oof, no wonder I can’t remember anything. Can you try sending a message to Tommy?”

“Ye ye ye!” Crumb replied before tapping away at her own communicator. She stopped, jumping as someone wearing a white mask with a black symbol on it landed in front of them.

“Heyyyy!” Grian pointed finger guns at the Watcher that landed in front of him.

“Xelqua. What are you doing here?”

Grian frowned, recognizing the voice. “Ugh, Lynn… Look, I’m just here for my family and a friend of Tommy’s. I didn’t know it was going to be this bad.” He fumbled as Lynn threw an identical mask to the one she was wearing to him. He put it on and felt relief as it helped stabilize him a bit, though he could feel it activating his Watcher powers further. “If you know where they are, I can be on my way.”

“Fine, try not to take too long.” She gave Grian some directions before leaving.

Grian went to pick up Crumb, but found her looking a little scared. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Well, when me and Tubbox was getting flown away by the big bird, it made a portal dat looks like dat.” She pointed at Grian’s mask.

“Oh, yeah that bird was probably me. It was very much on accident though as you can see that is not happening this time.”

Crumb stared at him, half surprised, half skeptical, but mostly confused. “Are you a shape shifter like me den?”

Grian chuckled. “Nope, just an avian. Okay maybe not just. I was born an avian and then made into a Watcher, and to show off power they get wicked cool forms that sort of reflect who they are. Since a good number of Watchers are human based in origin, they basically turn into what people think of as angels. That’s… actually probably where those came from.” Grian shrugged. “Eh, who knows, it was who knows how long ago. Let’s just go find your friends.”

When Grian walked into the building Tommy was hiding out in, he got stabbed. He knew that it made sense, but he couldn’t help but look down at the sword. “Ugh, not again.”

His voice seemed to help the others figure out who he was. “Grian?”

“Hi Tommy! Sorry if I scared you. It’s just I kinda need to wear this mask or else I’ll feel sick and drunk at the same time or something.”

“Tommy an’ Tubbox!” Crumb jumped at the pair when she saw them, shifting to a hybrid form midair and then hugging them.

“Crumb!” Tubbo hugged her first. “Are you doing okay?”

“Ye ye ye!”

“Everything should be okay here soon guys. I’ve got some friends who are definitely going to take care of Dream for you guys once and for all. At the same time, I talked and we’re really going to make a permanent connection between here and Hermitcraft so you can visit all the time. Admin duties will be shared between the servers, but X said he won’t step on any toes, it’s just as a precaution.”

Tommy crossed his arms. “And what are you doing about your boyfriend?”

Grian hesitated at the lack of Tommy using Mumbo’s name. “You mean Mumbo? I mean, he’s a disgusting mess after barely sleeping and eating taking care of me, but I’m sure he’ll get better. Unless you’re concerned about how he was after being here, because again, bit of a mess but he’ll be fine.”

“Not going to get upset at me coming back?”

That really made Grian pause. What was Tommy talking about? “What do you mean Tommy?”

Tommy didn’t respond, just getting so angry he could barely say anything, so Tubbo answered for him. “Just before Mumbo left with you, he yelled at Tommy. He sort of said he wished Tommy never showed up in your world.”

Grian frowned. “Well, you’re fine to come back. I’ll make sure he has a stern talking to. Come on, let’s go back to the portal.” Grian then looked over where Techno and Philza were playing a game of… well Grian wasn’t sure, but it looked like some kind of board game. “You can come too if you want.”

Philza shook his head. “No. Whatever Dream did turned Wilbur back into a ghost, so someone showed up and took him away to fix that. We’re going to wait here until he’s back to normal.”

“Oh, alright then. Well, don’t be a stranger or anything. C’mon kids!”

“Hey! I’m not a kid!” Tommy complained, just making Grian ruffle his hair.

“Were it not for the laws of this land, that being you’re literally my brother, I might have adopted you. Also if we maybe had a few more years between us.”

Grian dropped off the trio at Tommy’s tower before flying to Mumbo’s base. He set his mask down on a table and then walked to where Mumbo’s bedroom was, surprised to hear the shower still running as he passed the bathroom. Grian paused and knocked on the door. “Mumbo, when you’re done in there, we need to have a chat. I’ll be waiting by the counter.”

Grian sat down on the ledge in front of the life counter of Mumbo’s base after feeding it an apple. He stared out at the jungle, waiting for Mumbo to arrive. He finally heard the redstone walk up behind him and then started to address him. “Mumbo, look. Tommy told me you-” He turned to look at Mumbo who was dripping wet. It was like someone pushed him into a pool while he was wearing his suit. “Mumbo why are you all wet?”

“You said to take a shower.” Mumbo said like how he currently looked was the most normal thing in the world.

“I didn’t mean in your clothes! Oh my god, go get changed!”

“I thought you wanted to talk?”

“We can do that after you’re dry!”

Mumbo was quiet before speaking again. “You know I don’t really have another suit.”

“You have your bamboo one!”

Again, he was quiet for a worryingly long time before he just sat down next to Grian. “Can we just talk and get this over with?”

Grian was reluctant and nodded. “Tommy said you yelled at him.”

“I know… I was upset. A lot of things had just happened and with everyone with amnesia, I was really the only one who was able to do much. And Dream had messed with you so I was angry. I barely got to sleep, and we had just had a war with that guy and we were all over the place and I just sort of… lost it.” Mumbo started to lean on Grian’s shoulder, but quickly stopped himself. “Through all this, you’ve been focused a lot on Tommy and your family, and everything else, but you weren’t really…”

“Oh Mumbo. Why didn’t you say anything?” Grian realized what Mumbo meant.

“Well, I sort of knew Tommy was sort of the priority. Plus you had a lot on your plate. I didn’t want to put more on there.”

Grian nuzzled against Mumbo’s chest, not noticing how he stiffened up. “Mumbo, I’m not going to stop loving you. I’m just going to have love for my family too. You know how we hermits need to be there for each other, and Tommy is a hermit too.”

“Yeah…”

When their comms buzzed, Mumbo gave a small sigh as Grian sat up to look at the message. He saw there were actually a few he had missed and laughed a little at them. “Looks like Crumb’s dad is looking for her but he was told he’s at my mansion. I’m going to fly over there and take him to Tommy’s tower since that’s where I left them. If you want we can talk more later.”

“Go deal with them first. And can you tell Tommy what I said?”

Grian nodded and then flew off to his mansion. He quickly arrived since it wasn’t too far even on foot. “Hellooo? Crumb’s dad? You in here?” He called out before spotting an unfamiliar man. “Oh, hey there. Sorry that Crumb’s not here. She’s actually at Tommy’s tower. I can take you there if you want.” Grian stood there as the man in front of him stayed quiet with his back turned to the avian. “Uh, hello?” He then put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Sparklez jumped slightly, shocked out of his train of thought before he whirled around and saw Grian.

“Hi! Sorry if I scared you. Crumb’s not here, but I can take you to her.”

“Is… Do you live here?”

Grian nodded. He must not have seen many of the other bases. “Yup! Built the mansion myself. Why?”

Grian’s eyes widened as the man held up a lost child poster. “Where did you get this?”

“Uh, that’s from my old world. The kid’s not mine though. Just sort of-”

Grian was cut off by Sparklez. “I know he’s not your kid. He’s mine!”

“Oh my god you’re the captain.”

“Yeah, I am. People don’t normally call me that.”

Grian just grabbed Jordan’s arm. “No, argh! I mean… Tubbo’s here! Your kid is here! They’re with Crumb and Tommy right now.”

“You mean… that kid… with the green shirt, red bandana. That’s him? The whole time that was him?”

“Oh great, looks like you’ve seen him already. That should make things less awkward. Even more of a reason to go over to the tower. Let’s go!” Grian grabbed Sparklez and pulled him over to an ender chest to hand him some spare elytra and rockets. After he had put the wings on, they both got into the air and then flew to the tower.

When they landed, Grian had to hold Jordan back because he looked like he was about to tear the tower apart. “Hey Tommy!” Grian shouted up to the tower. “Are you guys still there?” When the blond called back in affirmation, Grian shouted again. “Can you three come down here? It’s important!”

“Give me a second! I need to grab some more elytra. Hey can you remind me to change the floor 2 elevator to a down tomorrow?”

“We’ll see. Might be busy for us then.”

In a few moments, Tommy was gliding down with Tubbo, Crumb in Tommy’s arms. Crumb was the first to see Sparklez and frowned. “Aw myan… do I have to leave?”

Her dad didn’t answer as he half stumbled towards them and then held Tubbo in a bone crushing hug.

“Ah! What’s going on?” Tubbo, having no context was confused.

Sheepishly, Grian gave the answer. “So remember how you said you went missing when you were little and couldn’t find your dad? I found a missing person’s poster? Well, Crumb’s dad is the one who made that poster… making him your dad too.”

Everything was silent as everyone comprehended the news, Sparklez just holding Tubbo close and not wanting to let go, but finally Tubbo half screamed from being so surprised. “He’s whAT?!”

Mumbo sat in his room, still dripping wet. He knew he could just go sit in front of some lava or stand in the nether for a while if he felt daring, but instead he was just sitting in his room leaving a puddle behind. He wasn’t sure why he set up an ice mirror, but there it was, waiting for him to take his shirt off.

He just stared at himself, trying to will himself to move, but it just wasn’t working. So he tried talking to his mirror self. “Alright Mumbo. Stop acting like a spoon and just look. It’s going to be there. He was lying and Grian seemed fine when he left. They’re supposed to stay forever. A few years won’t do anything to it.”

Still, Mumbo didn’t move, he just kept staring. “Fine, if that’s how we’re going to do it, I’ll just go ahead!” He closed his eyes and took his tie and jacket off. His hands trembled as he got to the buttons of his dress shirt, but then he steeled himself and undid two of them, pulling his left arm out of the sleeve. There was no hiding it now. He would open his eyes and right there, on the skin just under his clavicle, Mumbo would see it.

The redstoner took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking into the mirror. He was staring at his face and now where he should, but it was hard to look away. No, he told himself. He had to look and put this all past him. He shifted his gaze and his heart dropped. It was gone, like it had never been there at all.

#hermit!tommy #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #avian!grian #tubbo #crumbl #cuptoast #mumbo jumbo #vault god!mumbo #captain sparklez #grumbo

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inkwell1013 · 3 years

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Paint the Streets With Rainbows - Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley, Aziraphale & OC, Crowley & OC

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Oneshot

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Homophobia, disownment

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale accidentally end up at a pride parade after a rather nice dinner date, and meet a cheerful boy named Jordan. A week later, something terrible happens, and they step in to help out their new acquaintance.

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Crowley and Aziraphale had chanced upon the parade quite by accident, taking a wrong turn on the way back to Aziraphale’s bookshop after spending the morning at a nearby café. Aziraphale would have assumed it was a mere coincidence, but his more fanciful belief in fate and the divine plan belayed this assumption. The way Aziraphale saw it, nothing happened without reason. Them arriving there when they did was fate, nothing more and nothing less.

There were rainbows everywhere. That was the first thing Aziraphale noticed. There were so many rainbows: hung from trees, worn on t-shirts, draped over shoulders like capes, waved from flagpoles, and even fashioned from balloons. He noticed that there were other flags too mixed in with all the rainbows, like flowers growing in a garden, all bright and beautiful and unique.

He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he assumed it was good as everyone seemed delightfully happy. And there were so many people, more than he could possibly count. He had never seen such an impossibly huge crowd before.

Glancing toward Crowley, he saw a content smile playing across his partner’s lips. “What is this?” asked Aziraphale, gesturing towards the raucous procession.

“It’s a pride parade. Have you never seen one before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

Crowley chuckled. “Wow. You don’t get out much, do you?”

Aziraphale huffed - secretly a little grumpy – mostly because he knew it was true. His significant aversion to socializing meant that he spent most of his time alone when he wasn’t with Crowley. Some might call that lifestyle sad, but Aziraphale preferred his quiet life to the alternative.

“Basically,” continued Crowley. “A pride parade is a celebration of the many differences of humanity – from sexual orientation to gender – as well as a way to protest inequality.”

“Well, that’s rather nifty, isn’t it?” said Aziraphale, adjusting his bowtie.

Crowley stifled a laugh. “I suppose it is.”

“Rather a lot of rainbows, don’t you think?” quirked Aziraphale. “I always liked rainbows. They’re a symbol of hope, and it never hurts to have a little hope these days.”

“I agree.”

It was at that moment that a boy pattered up to them. He was young – perhaps sixteen by Aziraphale’s best estimate, though he had never been good at guessing ages – and was tall for his age. He reminded Aziraphale rather a lot of a golden retriever, with his long, floppy blond hair and cheerful smile, which he leveled at them both, joy painted clearly on his features.

“Are you too here for the parade?” he beamed, cocking his head.

Crowley smiled back at him. “We are. Why do you ask?”

“That’s so cool!” exclaimed the boy. “I saw you and your boyfriend—”

“Husband,” interjected Crowley.

“Sorry, husband. And I just got super excited. You guys seem so happy together, and its nice, you know? Knowing its possible. That there’s a future for me, I guess. You know, you see all the sad stuff in the news, and it gets to you. It feels like there’s no hope left, but there’s always hope. I’m probably rambling. I’m sorry for bothering you two.” The boy turned to leave, but Crowley stopped him.

“Wait. Are you here with your parents?” he asked. “We could help you find them.”

“My Dad doesn’t know I’m here,” mumbled the boy. “He isn’t exactly cool with all this stuff, and I’m too scared to tell him. And my Mum… Well, she’s in heaven now.”

Crowley frowned rather instinctually, and the kid immediately backtracked. “It’s fine though. He’s not so bad. It could be worse.”

In a spur of the moment decision, Aziraphale pulled a newly miracled business card that hadn’t existed seconds ago from his jacket pocket and pushed it into the boy’s hands.

“What your name?” asked Aziraphale.

The boy gave him a quizzical look. “Jordan. Jordan Stewart.”

“It’s been nice to meet you Jordan,” beamed Aziraphale. “If you ever need help, call the number on this card.”

“Okay.”

“Good lad,” said Crowley. “Now go have fun. You’re at a pride parade after all.”

Jordan smiled, tucking the business card into his jacket pocket before sprinting away, throwing his arms around a boy with dark, curly hair. The boy stumbled back, only just catching his balance before he tumbled over.

“Ash! You made it,” exclaimed Jordan.

Ash laughed. “You thought I was going to miss your first pride? I’m not that bad of a friend,” he smirked. “Seriously though, how did you get away? I thought your dad was giving you trouble.”

Jordan shrugged. “I told him I was hanging out with some friends at the park.”

“And he bought that?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised too, to be honest. If he asks, tell him we were hanging out at the park with the others.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it.”

Crowley and Aziraphale watched the boy leave with his friend, firmly believing that would be their last encounter. They were both equally surprised when they received a phone call from Jordan just one week later.

Aziraphale was doing a little late-night reading before bed, and Crowley had wrapped himself around his husband, rather like he was trying to constrict him. Neither of them expected the phone to ring.

Crowley had whined and grumbled but Aziraphale insisted on fetching the phone just in case it was something important – a call from a supplier or customer, perhaps.

Aziraphale answered the call and Crowley buried his face in his pillow, still grumpy that Aziraphale had pushed him off. He immediately shot up when he heard Jordan’s voice on the other end.

“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” mumbled the boy. His voice was cracking and coarse, and Crowley knew that he had been crying. “I’m really sorry to bother you so late. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“Is everything okay?” asked Aziraphale. “You sound upset.”

“My father found out about everything, and he kicked me out. He said that he’d rather have no son than… than me. I can’t believe this happened,” choked out Jordan. “I never did anything wrong.”

Aziraphale cast a helpless look at Crowley who hastily took the phone from him. “Jordan, can you tell me where you are?” asked Crowley.

“The McDonald’s on Main Street. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“That’s okay,” said Crowley, scrambling out of bed and throwing on the first pair of trousers he could find, an effort that was made difficult by the fact that he only had one free hand to do it. “Stay right there. We’ll pick you up.”

“Thank you.”

Crowley’s trusty Bentley got them there quickly, and Aziraphale suspected that Crowley used some of his demonic influence to turn all the traffic lights on the way there green. He wasn’t complaining though. Anything that got them there faster was worth it, regardless of the possible consequences.

Jordan slipped silently into the car, eyes still puffy and red from crying. There was a short silence, before Jordan spoke. “Why doesn’t he love me?” he asked. “What did I do wrong?”

“This wasn’t your fault kid,” said Crowley. “It was never your fault. Some people are just trapped in the past. I understand how you feel. I do. Being disowned by the people who are meant to love you is shitty. It was shitty when it happened to me, and it’s still shitty now. There will always be shitty people in the world, but they’re becoming less common these days.”

“I agree,” said Aziraphale. “Barring the excessive swearing. Let’s try and limit the swear words in front of the young one, shall we dear?”

There was just the barest hint of a smile showing on Jordan’s face, and Aziraphale smiled a little to himself in turn.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” asked Aziraphale.

Jordan shuffled in his seat. “Not really. Ash always said I could stay with him if something happened, but his parents are super strict, so I dunno if they’d be too pleased about that. I wouldn’t want to make things hard for him.”

“You can crash with us if you’d like,” said Crowley. “We have a spare room, don’t we Angel?” Crowley cast Aziraphale an expectant look, almost asking – begging – for permission.

Aziraphale hastily conjured an extra room in his bookshop, complete with fresh sheets and a newly vacuumed carpet, before nodding in agreement. They did now.

“Are you sure I won’t be an imposition?” asked Jordan.

“We’re certain,” said Aziraphale.

“Thank you, it means a lot.”

“It’s really no bother at all.”

They arrived at Aziraphale’s bookshop a little while later and Crowley and Aziraphale lead Jordan to the spare room. The moment he walked into the room, Jordan crumpled, tears streaming down his face.

“Are you alright?” asked Aziraphale. “Do you not like it?”

“No. Its perfect,” whispered Jordan, blinking through tears as he looked around his surroundings. The room was small but neat, with a single bed on one corner, adorned with bright blue sheets. There was a wardrobe in the other corner and a small bedside table as well.

But the thing that Jordan couldn’t stop staring at was the rainbow flag hung up on the wall.

He was safe here. For the first time in years, he knew he was safe.

#good omens fanfiction #pride month #inkwell writes #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens fluff #Good Omens angst #original character

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sendinthehuskies · 3 years

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The sky above him was blue and endless, with stripes of pink beginning to bleed in that would ultimately mix and give birth to a rich indigo summer evening.

John stretched out his hand to his left, fingers brushing across the sharp little blades of grass. Lying out in the garden like this brought the world into perspective - it reminded him that he was small and unimportant in the grand scheme of things; that whether he won a game or lost a game the world would keep on turning and the sky would stay where it was.

He’d been out here for ages, enjoying the sun on his cheeks. Downtime in Football was rare and the little slice of time between the Champions League Final and the Euros kicking off was like a gift just for him, wrapped with a bow and presented by the universe itself. He’d taken himself to his mum’s house, which was where he was now, lying in the grass basking in the shimmering summer evening sun.

He’d been helping his mum in the garden all day and his shoulders were stinging slightly now, the cotton of his T-shirt irritating his burnt skin. John let out a contended sigh and closed his eyes. It was exactly one week till he had to leave for St George’s Park. England were the favourites to win and it was a far cry from their underdog status four years ago at the World Cup. So much had changed since then.

Four years ago John would’ve probably believed he didn’t deserve to be part of Gareth’s squad for the Euros, but not anymore. He’d earned this and there was no one who would deny it. He’d come back from the edge of his career and proved everyone wrong. John had fought for his career, even though he didn’t want to at the time. It would’ve been so easy to crawl into a dark hole and stay there. Sometimes he doesn’t know how he did it.

It’d been searing pain, white hot and consuming. Pain bad enough to see him get benched for months and not even really care. He was almost doing it on purpose, looking for excuses to ensure he wouldn’t get called up to the national squad just so that old wounds wouldn’t be re-opened. It was the disappointment in his dad’s eyes that had given him the kick he needed to snap out of it.

Reviving his football career gave John something he’d not had for a long time. It gave him confidence, it gave him a reason to wake up every day that wasn’t completely reliant on another person. He became fitter than he ever had been and it translated into his game. It wasn’t easy to get a second chance with Pep Guardiola, but John had also gotten a second chance with himself.

“John! Dinner’s ready love!”

“Cheers mum,” John called back. She’d made him a chicken Caesar salad and there was trifle for afters. John wondered if she’d have any aloe vera lying around as he got to his feet and headed back to the house.

***

John was parked in the Tesco car park with all of his windows down listening to Radio 1. The air was hot and muggy and his fringe was sticking to his forehead with sweat. He sucked at the ice lolly he’d bought in the shop, groaning when a droplet of lime green ice fell onto his shorts. His sunglasses slid on his nose and he pushed them back into place.

“And it’s just 5 days until the Euros kick off,” the radio presenter said. “Gareth Southgate’s squad includes Harry Kane, Kyle Walker and Jordan Pickford, but this time there’s no Dele -“

John quickly changed the station. He finished his ice-lolly and licked his sticky fingers. It’d been a while since he’d gone looking Jordan up on the internet and he found that he wanted to now. Last time he’d let curiosity get the better of him, he found out Jordan had a new girlfriend. John hadn’t done any lurking since.

He took out his phone and text Kyle instead. “What time you getting to SGP?” he asked. Hopefully they’d arrive at similar times and John could stick to Kyle’s side and avoid having to speak to Jordan, or have some sort of awkward reunion on camera. They’d seen each other at games and stuff, but only very briefly. John stayed at his end of the pitch and Jordan stayed at his and they didn’t make eye contact. They hadn’t both been called up at the same time for years.

“About 11,” Kyle text back. John resolved to get the car service to drop him off then, too. He started the car and set off in the direction of home. It had been another day of helping his mum in the garden. Today he got to cut the grass without his shirt on and he was sure he saw a group of middle aged women staring at him from the next door neighbour’s upstairs window.

Tomorrow he was getting his hair cut and his sister was coming home to their parent’s house for dinner. He didn’t want this little summer bubble to burst, but he did want to bring the Euros home to England. It was swings and roundabouts, really.

***

“Jesus, John, you been on the sunbeds?!” Jenny exclaimed as she pulled him into a hug. John laughed into his sister’s hair and held her at arms length, grinning.

“All natural. Got to be looking my best when I’m on every TV in Europe haven’t I?”

“None of them will recognise you,” Jenny teased, kicking off her shoes. “They’ll be like ‘that’s not that guy who won the Champion’s League last week. That’s his Italian cousin’.”

“Hardly,” John scoffed. “The big STONES on my back will give it away I reckon.”

“How’ve you been anyway?” Jenny asked, following John out to the garden patio. Their dad followed behind with two beers in his hand for himself and Jenny and a glass of water for John.

“Good,” John said, meaning it sincerely. “Really good. I’ve been running about eight miles a day since I came up to mum and dad’s, just keeping fit and enjoying some down time.”

“Thought you would’ve been out partying since the win!”

“Not our John,” his dad said proudly. “He’s past all that now, aren’t you son?”

John smiled. “Maybe not past it forever, but for now, aye.”

“Peter! Will you come and help us with this bread?” John’s mum called from the kitchen. Their dad rolled his eyes fondly and got up, and Jenny and John took a sip of their drinks.

“How you feeling about seeing Jordan?” Jenny asked softly.

John looked down at his knees and shrugged. “Fine. I can be professional, I’m sure he will be too. He’s got a bird so he’s obviously totally moved on, which is good because so have I.”

“That’s good. You seeing anyone?”

John thought about the couple of dates he’d been on and shook his head. “Nah. I’ve been in and out of relationships since I was fucking fourteen. Time for a bit of a break.”

“You look good for it, bro,” she said, tipping the neck of her beer against his glass. “You’re going to smash the Euros you know.”

“We’ll see.” John tipped his head back and let the vast sky anchor him for a few dizzying seconds.

***

#This is unedited and very raw and ruff but I thought I’d share #For the 2 other ppl who are interested in reading this stuff in the year of our Lord 2021 #I love u deeply zz #I’m gonna write this!! Or keep writing it #I’m enjoying it

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badacts · 4 years

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the water is rising/i’m too tired to swim

There was nowhere else on Earth like Smallville. Or, for that matter, off of it.

Of course, little but the high holidays and complete disaster seemed to bring him back here these days. Sometimes he had to wonder whether regular adults felt the same as him, living so far from the places they’d grown up in. That aching wonder at being able to come home, with the overlapping whisper of a sense that that home couldn’t last forever.

Disaster made Clark Kent more introspective than Christmas, it turned out.

Bruce, who had stripped down to the suit baselayer with a pair of Clark’s sweatpants pulled over top, was leaning against the railing of the porch. He appeared to be watching the sunrise, though Clark suspected that was a front for him staring into the middle distance lost in thought. Clark would swear part of the reason the man kept the lenses in his cowl down during League meetings was to disguise the difference between his absent thinking expression and the force of his focus.

“How’s he doing?” Clark asked, voice kept low. Ma and Pa would be up soon anyway, but after the late night they’d caused it was the least he could do.

“Lantern is fine,” Bruce replied. His only tell was a tightening of his knuckles on the railing, there and then gone.

“And you?”

This earned him a look. “Any word from Diana?”

“She’ll be here by tonight with news. But we have our orders.”

“Orders.” Bruce’s expression was one of immense distaste. “We have a round table for a reason.”

“That’s what I’m usually telling you,” Clark replied, just as he normally would, and then winced. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Now Bruce’s face had gone still, an indication either that he was angry or that he genuinely had no idea what Clark meant. Clark, used to treading that particular line on the side of caution - at least in this one respect - felt his eyes becoming inexorably attracted to his feet. Being back home turned him into an ashamed eight-year-old too easily.

“I should have been prepared,” he said.

Because he should have been. He should have known. Of all the temptations and causes, there were few other things Hal Jordan would like to throw his life away for with that particular degree of abandon. This had been Clark’s problem, and he should have been able to solve it without ever involving either of these two men, with their particular idiosyncrasies.

Just - kids were a hotspot for both of them, even kids from far-flung planets being trafficked across a variety of civilisations that just so happened to include the human ones. Bruce had long accepted that it was more reasonable to live for children, not die for them, but Hal hadn’t got that memo yet.

“You can’t possibly imagine that I’m angry with you.”

“I,” Clark began, and then stopped. To be honest, he hadn’t really imagined that Bruce wasn’t.

Bruce turned to look at him more fully, coolly assessing. The huff afterwards was indecipherable.

“Bruce-”

The man had turned back to the horizon. He said, “Clark, have I ever struck you as the type to make excuses for Green Lantern?”

Clark stepped up and leaned against the railing next to him. “There was never any danger of anyone accusing you of favouritism, certainly. Well, not towards Hal.”

The huff this time was definitely shaded with amusement. “Lantern can take responsibility for his own mistakes, Kal. He doesn’t need you falling on your sword for him.”

It wasn’t a mistake, Clark didn’t say, because he didn’t need to. But Bruce’s anger would translate as it liked to - Clark had known him for long enough to know that.

“Well, what’s a mission without the post-mission pervasive guilt,” Clark replied, an attempt at humour. Because it was Bruce, it didn’t fall flat. That was one thing about the man no one who didn’t know him would guess - humourless he may seem, but he was capable of poking fun at himself. Or maybe it was just because he knew Clark well.

It was Hal’s bloody victorious smile that had done it, he thought. Or maybe it was Batman’s sudden anger, alien from beneath the cowl which usually presented only the cold judgement of old god. That fierce protective anger usually reserved for Robins, in a situation where there were no Robins to be found. Or that Clark hadn’t known that Green Lantern might be a focus of it, hadn’t known there was anything there to know.

It wasn’t that it didn’t make sense. It’s that he hadn’t considered it, not once.

“You boys need to get to bed,” Ma said from the door. She was folded warmly into her dressing gown, the one Lois had got her for Christmas a few years back. “Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been up all night.” Her cool hand settled on Clark’s back, like it had from the time he got tall enough she didn’t have to hunch to do it.

“I’m always up all night,” Bruce replied, with a lilt of amusement at himself.

“Well, maybe in those cities that never sleep, that works. Out here, if you don’t sleep with the sun, you won’t get through a day on the farm,” Ma replied. Her other hand pressed to Bruce’s back, there and gone. “You look exhausted.”

“Well, if I need to help milk cows later,” Bruce conceded. It was entirely possible that he had no idea Ma and Pa didn’t keep dairy cows on the property, and hadn’t since their last gentle old house cow had gotten too old to calve. For a man with a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge on many topics, his practical knowledge of farming was limited to desultorily prodding at the inner workings of Pa’s old truck.

“Off you go,” Ma ushered, shooing them into the house like a woman her size shouldn’t have been able to. “I’ll wake you if the world is ending.”

“Not if I hear it first,” Clark said.

Bruce retreated to the guest room, feet soundless on the rugs along the hall floor. Martha was right enough, that he needed sleep. As irritating as it was to need it now in particular, he could concede that there was little place safer than Superman’s family home while Superman was in it.

Hal was curled on his side in the guest bed, though he twitched and roused at the sound of the door opening. “Mmff. Hey, baby.”

“Lantern, it’s me,” Bruce replied brusquely.

“Nothing wrong with my eyes,” Hal said. He moved under the duvet, and then hissed out his breath. “Unlike my ribs, fuck.”

“Give me a pillow.”

One incredulous brown eye focussed on him from amidst said pillows. He seemed to have placed them strategically, though Bruce wasn’t sure when. “Over my suppurating corpse.”

Of course. Bruce picked up his cape from the pile of his gear in the corner and spread it on the floor beside the bed. There was at least a thick rug, some kind of synthetic shag.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Sleeping,” Bruce replied. “You ought to do the same. You’ll be coherent enough for a strategic meeting later.”

“That’s a funny way to describe you and Clark arguing in the kitchen while Diana watches and laughs internally,” Hal said, “But it does explain a lot about your personal approach to injury recovery.”

“It’s just a concussion.”

“If you could tell yourself from six hours ago that, I’d appreciate it.”

Bruce wore that like the censure it was meant as. He knelt down on the rug, though it made his spine complain and his hip crack audibly. Another shade of embarrassment. At least this one was in front of the team member most likely to understand human fallibility.

Hal heaved a gusty sigh. “Just get in.”

“What?”

The single eye managed to convey challenge as well as the rest of the man tended to. A hand pushed the blankets back.

“It’s a double,” Bruce said. The Kents clearly didn’t have many guests visiting who measured over 5’8”.

“We can snuggle,” Hal replied.

“With those ribs?” Bruce asked, but conceded. The floor had never looked tempting, but it failed to even begin to measure up against a bed with Hal Jordan in it.

“Unbelievable,” Hal muttered as Bruce slipped in beside him. The mattress was body-warm where he’d sprawled across it, and a touch too soft. It rolled them into the centre together, something Hal seemed eager to take advantage of. Wary of bruises, Bruce allowed himself to be nudged onto his back with Hal’s good side belly-down on him, head cupped into his shoulder.

Once settled, Hal let out a momentous sigh. “Nice.”

“I live to serve.”

“Well, that’s not true, but okay,” Hal said into his shirt. “You scared the fuck out of Clark.”

That’s not at all how Bruce remembered the situation, but it seemed cruel to contradict someone with a head injury. Also, Hal’s good arm seemed to be trying to wriggle between Bruce’s back and the mattress, and it was distracting.

“He thought you were going to produce kryptonite from some orifice and rip his stomach out his nose,” Hal continued. “You told him it wasn’t his fault, right?”

“Of course,” Bruce replied. “I told him it was yours.”

Hal huffed a laugh. “Actually, it’s yours, if anything.”

Bruce looked down at him. After a moment, Hal’s head rolled so their eyes met. There was amusement on his sleepy face. “You really shouldn’t’a started going out to fight gods and aliens in leather and kevlar. Or you shouldn’t have slept with me. One of those two things.”

“Guess which one I think it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve got regrets. Well, so do the rest of us, you’re not special. And, might I just add-”

“I’m not sure I could stop you.”

- you still ended up in bed with me right now.”

Bruce sighed through his nose, looking to the ceiling. “There’s only one spare bed.”

“You could have shared with Clark. It wouldn’t be the first time, right?” The tone was distinctly lascivious. Hal shouldn’t have had the blood content for that quite yet, but it proved his healing capacity if nothing else. Bruce felt an expression of distaste cross over his face, but doubted Hal could see it from his position.

“This is purely for practical reasons,” he said, like there was anything in his life he’d done out of practicality. And like he didn’t have an arm around Hal’s shoulders, curling him close.

“Sure, pull the other one,” Hal said, “It’s got an alternate reality where we somehow managed to only ever fuck once on it.”

“The regret gets stronger every time you open your mouth.”

“As if.” To prove his point, Hal gave him a lazy grope. “Did you share those regrets with your-”

“Shh,” Bruce interrupted. He removed Hal’s hand, though not with any particular degree of firmness.

The truth of the matter was that Bruce was not in the habit of lying to himself - he was firmly of the belief that that particular habit, more than any other, got one killed. And perhaps the best he could expect was dying in a manner of his own choosing, but if he got to pick, being surprised by something he’d willfully ignored was not the way he would go.

He’d known since that night that it was never something that he’d do just the once. Case in point: Hal Jordan wouldn’t let it happen that easily.

He’d also known that it was a problem. A personal problem. One that didn’t start or end in the bedroom. That had also proven true.

In the quiet, Hal had settled. His breath was warm on the skin over Bruce’s heart.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled. “How do you always feel so good?”

Bruce had been wondering the same thing. He just held back tighter.

#batlantern #halbruce #hal jordan #bruce wayne #clark kent #dc #how many times did i CHANGE TENSE y'all #my fic #batman #green lantern #title from drown by martin garrix

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lastxviolet · 3 years

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The Assistant - Ch. 3

Description: Summary - Her sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be relatively peaceful but after an incident on the Hogwarts express, Violet Wilkes finds herself the newest target of the Weasley twins. This, combined with a dark family secret, and the Triwizard tournament, makes her first few months back more exciting and stressful than every year before.

pairing: George Weasley x Original Female Character

warnings: pg-13. slow burn, eventual smut hehe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28218804/chapters/69148695

They'd arrived on a Thursday night so Violet spent the long weekend finalizing her class schedule, helping the occasional lost first year, and being restless for Monday morning.

She'd met with Snape on Saturday to go over her O.W.L scores from last year's test and create her schedule. Their meeting was a pleasant one even though she became quite flustered when he'd asked for her after graduation plans. Truthfully, she wouldn't mind taking over for Snape one day but didn't feel confident in telling him. She also felt a longing to become a potioneer and perhaps create her own recipes at an apothecary someday. None of which she shared because there was nothing worse than being less than certain in Snape's presence.

He took her flimsy answer without protest and congratulated her on receiving almost all Outstanding scores, expressing as much happiness as his stoic disposition would allow about having her in advanced potions this year.

"You'll be requiring the use of my classroom for after-hour practice, I presume," her mentor said with a meaningful look.

He was a master at Occlumens but it always seemed as though he could read minds without it.

"That would be very much appreciated Professor," she confessed. "I wasn't able to practice much over the summer. Muggles don't usually have valerian root or infusion of wormwood lying around."

The side of his mouth twitched. "How do they survive? Draught of the Living Dead is most ambitious," he replied, referring to her aforementioned ingredients.

It was, but so was she. She was hoping to be able to create the entire Advanced Potions textbook from memory by the end of the year. Class stopped challenging her during her fourth year so after-hours practice was her only opportunity to flex her knowledge in any way. She'd tried hard for the past five years to become an expert simply because potions fascinated her. There was no rhyme or reason other than being captivated by the things that harmless ingredients could do when stirred together correctly.

They'd only decided on six classes this year, after all, she'd scored out of many courses being offered and didn't want to waste her time. She glanced down at the scribbled schedule Snape had made for her. Potions on Mondays and Wednesdays, followed by Ancient Runes and Defense Against the Dark Arts, respectively. Herbology on Tuesdays, Charms, and Care of Magical Creatures on Thursdays. Friday was completely free, as were almost all of her afternoons. Years of packing her schedule and studying deep into the night seemed to have paid off. It was a relief to finally have some free time, even though most of it would be spent studying for the NEWT exams at the end of the year.

She waited for Snape to give her the key to the classroom and raced back to the common room to compare schedules with Sadie.

"You're joking," she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "Only one class together? What am I going to do in Transfiguration with a bunch of Ravenclaws, without you?"

"Maybe you can transform yourself into a kind and patient person," Violet joked, masking her disappointment and dodging her friend's elbow again.

Dark, hooded figures surrounded her, making escape impossible. She pleaded, screamed, begged them to hurt her instead. They laughed before turning their wands on Olivia, who was too far out of reach.

Her nightmare jolted her awake before her alarm could. Cruico, rang in her mind even after her eyes fluttered open. She stared at the wall, getting her bearings straight, listening carefully, ensuring that it was just a dream, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead before getting dressed for the first day of classes.

The nightmare faded from her mind with each step she and Sadie took on the way up to breakfast. She crossed the floor of the much calmer Great Hall, listening to Sadie rant about whether or not she would have any Durmstrang boys in her class and fiddling with her tie. It was ridiculous to have to wear it, especially now that they could all see the much better uniform alternatives from other schools.

"All I'm saying is that I have had to put up with barely there pretty boys like Malfoy for five years," she huffed. "And I feel as though this school owes me a chance at a great love affair with a real man."

A real man. Yeah right, she thought. Judging by the leers and comments erupting from the Durmstrang table as they walked by, these were just slightly older-looking, rude horny gits.

She grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet off of the Slytherin table and skimmed the Triwizard tournament article on the front page.

How this a school AND government-sanctioned event, she did not know. Muggle schools, as she remembered, called off outdoor sporting events if even one person in the stands saw lightning. Hogwarts, however, participated in an event for seven centuries that had resulted in countless deaths and injuries.

Figures.

"Merlin, people have died?" She muttered.

Sadie shrugged and nodded before recommitting her attention to her oatmeal, and one of the Bulgarian's still looking towards her from across the aisle.

At 8:45, Sadie bid her a dramatic goodbye, blowing her kisses and pretending to cry, the entire walk back out of the Great Hall and into the main hallway. If it had been her first year at Hogwarts, she would've about crumbled at the strange looks from her peers but by now she'd gotten used to it. Sadie was not one for blending into the scenery and although that was what Violet preferred, she let her drag her into the spotlight now and then, like exposure therapy.

She gladly descended back into the dungeons, past her common room door, letting the stone hall guide her to the potions classroom at the end of the corridor. She knew the walk like the back of her hand and could've done it walking backward, with her eyes closed.

The muggy, dimly lit classroom was a welcome sight. Cauldrons, strange beakers, and scattered ingredients had never looked so inviting. The second table to the back had been her seat last year, so she flitted through the familiar room and claimed it again.

As she'd suspected, mostly green and blue ties trickled into the classroom. She didn't mind the company of Ravenclaws in the slightest. Generally speaking, they were able to take things seriously and didn't seem to anger Snape as much as yellow or red ties did. Potions was an incredibly disciplined subject with little instant gratification or convenient use, as their professor liked to remind them, so there was no room for impulse, bravery, or even passion; only precision and memorization.

The second chair at her table squeaked over the stone floor, its shrill noise breaking her away from her internal musings.

Adrian Pucey, a tall dark-haired Slytherin boy, dropped into it and nodded her a polite hello. All things considered, when it came to Slytherin boys, his company wouldn't be particularly minded either. He could be a prick when he was with the rest of their house Quidditch team but alone, he was quiet and harmless. Besides, she knew he'd let her take the lead on all their projects.

Thank god, she thought, there was nothing worse than being stuck with a talkative git for a partner.

Loud laughs from the hallway cut through the comfortable silence. The almost full class let out a low murmur, annoyed at the ruckus. She whipped around and squinted, ready to shoot a death glare at its source. There was a very well-known dungeon etiquette of silence and although she wasn't a fan of most traditions, that one was respectable.

A red and gold tie snapped her out of her hateful trance.

Its owner met her eyes.

George Weasley tugged fellow Gryffindor, Lee Jordan, through the door. Her glare turned into a look of surprise. Surely they were in the wrong classroom. He stopped walking and squinted at her slightly. It took him a few seconds to recognize her face in the dim room and she watched him register her presence. His eyebrows raised in equal parts shock and something that looked like distress. Their eyes lingered until he opened his mouth like he was about to say something and she dug her nails into her palm and spun back around in the hopes that he wouldn't yell across the room.

Four times in one week? She could feel her intestines winding together, twisting her already anxious torso into a bout of nerves. This must be a mistake, she told herself. Snape will come and sort it out, ending whatever scheme they're attempting.

Taking calming breaths, she turned to her table partner, desperate for some way out of the embarrassing scenarios she'd begun spinning in her head.

"How was your summer, Adrian?"

"Oh, it was fine thanks. Actually I —"

The classroom door slammed shut. Professor Snape burst through the room, drawing his wand to shut the curtains and light several candles and a fireplace.

Thank god. She really didn't want to hear about whatever weird, rich, hunting trip Adrian took with his pure-blood family.

Everyone watched as Snape swept aggressively into the room but she could feel Georges's eyes on the back of her head. How was he here? And why was he looking at her?

"Do you two need assistance finding your seats," Snape sneered at the Gryffindors standing awkwardly in the aisle. She glanced over Adrian's ear and watched them rush forward to the table directly across the aisle.

"Not there Mr. Jordan," Snape hissed, looming from his podium with a furious look on his face. "Something tells me you will be incapable of restraining yourself from vexing the rest of us if seated next to Mr. Weasley. Switch with Mr. Pucey."

Violet watched Adrian grimace and collect his things. If he was the least worst Slytherin boy to be stuck with, then she guessed that Lee Jordan was the least worst Gryffindor boy. Especially when considering her other option. Despite never speaking before, she knew he willingly hung out with the twins, almost as much as they hung out with each other. That alone was cause for an evaluation of his mental state, regardless of how harmless he seemed.

She greeted Lee with a smile and a nod. Of course, he returned the small act of congeniality with an otherworldly grin and a friendly nudge to her bicep. She tensed slightly and tried not to grimace. Classic Gryffindor, she thought, give them an inch and they'll take a mile.

Snape, satisfied with the new arrangement, opened his mouth to begin class. She braced herself for his wrath now that he was more tense than normal but his first word was cut off by a loud screech of wood scooting across the stone. She turned to find the culprit and watched George stifle a giggle with his hand, now a good two inches closer to a murderous-looking Adrain. Snape remained silent and glanced back down at his book with an even more sour look on his face.

"In this class," he began. "You will learn skills beyond reading directly from your textbook. Some of you are here because of talent… while others, by dumb luck." He eyed George with disdain.

"To separate the two, we will begin today's lesson by brewing the last potion you learned last year…from memory," he said with a measured, cold voice.

The potion ran through her head as soon as he finished his sentence. She knew it. Of course, she knew it. She watched her classmates look around nervously, and tried not to smile and out herself as a know-it-all. It was always a balancing act. Staying in the good graces of such a harsh man like Snape and keeping up appearances around her fellow students.

"You have an hour — present the potion to me when you have finished," he concluded, taking a seat at his desk.

Lee's stared at her wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. As she had suspected, this was not his best subject. She turned and glared at him, suspending him in panic for one more second before smiling. She thought about winking but didn't want to give him any reason to think that they were friends. Lee squinted at her in a mixture of confusion and realization.

"Bloody hell," he breathed. "You know it, don't you."

His expression relaxed significantly, and he looked as if he'd just won the lottery. She didn't acknowledge him further and calmly reached underneath the table and pulled out a bottle of standard potion water, pouring it into their pewter cauldron with the burner set to low. It would be boiling by the time they got the ingredients so she quickly scribbled them on a piece of parchment and motioned for Lee to follow her. He did so wordlessly, and with more pep in his step than she'd ever seen a person muster.

"Alright Jordan, if you want to help, you can carry these," she said.

Lee gladly carried the powdered moonstone, syrup of hellebore, powdered porcupine quills, and powdered unicorn horn from the shelves back to their table, blocking the labels as he passed Adrian and George bickering behind their cauldron.

"Sorry Georgie, no cheating," Lee whispered across the aisle, with a smug smile.

If he wasn't best friends with the Weasley's then it might have been an ok setup. Clearly, he had no clue what he was doing, meaning he would stay out of her way, but also seemed rather eager to follow instructions. Regardless, she was sure he'd find a way to annoy her before the term was up.

She watched George stop fussing and stare daggers into his friend.

"Shove off," he hissed, bristling with agitation.

He'd always been so easygoing in herbology but she guessed that she'd never looked hard enough to see the anger, frustration, and competitiveness bursting within. Probably what happens when you have seven siblings, she thought. Thank god she only had Olivia.

His eyes met hers for a brief moment with the same look he'd had on his face when she'd shrunk her tongue on the train. Evidently, she was in fact, not the only one with whom he had quite a temper.

Lee burst into a fit of laugher and she dropped her eyes back onto the task at hand.

"Quiet," Snape snapped.

She focused back on stirring the first round of powdered moonstone in a clockwise pattern, waiting for the mixture to turn blue and let the repetitive motion ease her mind.

Of course, Snape would choose Draught of Peace to do from memory, she thought, silently giggling to herself. Not only was it complicated, but it required precise stirring patterns for a particular amount of time. Also, its deceptive name wouldn't make anyone suspect that if it was brewed incorrectly, it quite literally turned into an elixir of death. He probably didn't mean it as one, but she appreciated the morbid joke.

"Pass me the hellebore," she whispered to her table partner.

Lee looked a little shocked that she was speaking to him but reached into the pile regardless. He looked around the room and stealthily handed her the small vial. "Ah, yes, the goats spell," he said a little too loudly.

A few of their peers stood up to go to the ingredient cabinet and she bit back a giggle, not wanting to egg her partner on.

She usually wouldn't call herself amused during potions class but Lee looked like he was having the time of his life and it was nearly impossible not to feel somewhat entertained. He exaggerated every movement when she asked him for an ingredient or stirring spoon, and acted accusatory towards anyone who glanced over for too long. He was a lot less intrusive than the twins but his energy level was the same, along with the way that he had to turn every single moment into a joke or a laugh. It looked exhausting but he seemed to be having fun.

After nearly an hour, she added the final ingredients and stirred the solution in a clockwise motion, watching the potion turn turquoise, purple, red, and a myriad of other colors before finally turning a glowing white with the addition of powdered porcupine quills. The potion illuminated the room with shimmering white light for a few seconds before she took it off the burner.

"Merlin's beard," Lee exclaimed under his breath.

Suddenly very aware of the silence in the room, she tried not to think about all the eyes on her, especially the ones she knew were focused on her in contempt.

"Go put those back," she hissed at Lee.

He jumped from his chair, scooped up the ingredients, and skipped down the aisle with probably the biggest shit-eating grin Hogwarts had ever seen, on his face.

While all attention was on him, she quietly ladled the concoction into a vial and scurried up to Snape's desk. He took one glance at the now light turquoise potion and pocketed the bottle seemingly unsurprised to see her although his face had been hidden underneath a book for the entirety of the class.

"Miss Wilkes, can you please tell your peers what potion they should have attempted to make?"

Her stomach sank. The rest of her classmates had stopped fiddling with their cauldrons and were staring at her with annoyed expressions. It was to be expected but that didn't make it hurt any less. Except for Lee, who was exuberantly giving her a thumbs up, and George, who just looked dumbfounded and a little pissed off. Maybe he'd thought she was kidding about potions.

"Draught of Peace," she announced to the cold room.

"Which does what, exactly," Snape said, questioning her further.

She knew he was just trying to make a point but hated being used as the one to make it. The label of know-it-all was no longer a worry, now they would just skip straight to teacher's pet.

"It relieves anxiety and agitation," she said, avoiding eye contact.

"I am sure you will all want a dose before our next lesson," Snape said in a scolding tone. "Please come to class on Wednesday prepared, or your grade and house points will suffer…tremendously," he hesitated and turned towards her. "50 points to you Miss Wilkes for Slytherin —class dismissed."

She squeaked out a quick goodbye to her mentor, before rushing back to her desk. His praise meant the world to her but it also put a target on her back. In past years, it at least took a few periods for the class to realize she was on good terms with him. Now, it just looked like they'd colluded to make everyone else feel stupid.

She jumped a little as Lee cut her off before she could make it past his chair, trapping her in the aisle.

"That was totally brilliant!"

Not in the mood, she thought. His praise meant nothing. He was just thankful to not receive failing marks for the day.

"Move," she hissed, keeping her eyes on the ground.

He stumbled back against the table a bit but turned to let her through before continuing.

"How on earth did you do that…I heard if you get Draught of Peace even the slightest bit wrong, you could kill somebody!"

She shoved her books back into her bag, frantic to leave without further incident but wasn't fast enough as Adrian and George appeared in the aisle.

"Then it's a shame you didn't drink ours," Adrian snarled at her table partner.

Great. Now they could all fight like snakes and lions were meant to. She just wanted to leave and be done with this nightmare class.

"Awh Pucey, you didn't enjoy our romantic time in your dungeon together," George said, swinging an arm around his partner's shoulder.

"Don't touch me," Adrian shoved him off like his touch was poison, making the Gryffindors chuckle.

"Thanks a lot, Wilkes," Lee said, dawning the same smile he'd given her at the beginning of class. At least it was a little more warranted now.

She eyed him suspiciously but nodded in acceptance.

"So you really do know your potions," George mused, still looking at her, his eyes gleaming competitively. "I'm surprised."

The look told her straight away that her plan had backfired. Entertaining the twins on the train had not in fact made her immune to interacting with either of them for the rest of the year. She would just have to try something else.

"That makes one of us. You're just as daft as I suspected."

She ignored Lee's cackling and stared at the redhead. She could've just left, or let Adrian deal with him but something flared inside her at the chance to challenge such a smug man. It felt good. It wasn't often she felt equally matched, even now she suspected that George was quite a bit beneath her but the opportunity was too enticing. His anger, although she'd only been privy to it once, was addictive.

It must have felt equally as strong for George because his face got darker again and he leaned closer, ready to retort. His eyes searched hers and she could tell that he was going to make it personal, perhaps even try to be hurtful but Adrian cut him off before he could say anything.

"Shove off Weasley."

Something seemed to snap and George's face switched back to a jovial smile and mischievous eyes.

She stared at him in shock. What was his problem? Adrian was much more infuriating than she was but he barely even seemed to register his words.

"Until next time my love," he cooed at Adrian whilst he and Lee fell into a fit of giggles and pulled each other out of the door.

She and Adrian followed silently after them, walking together out of courtesy, rather than friendship. One of the perks of such a historic house with noble bloodlines was the occasional show of chivalry

They walked down the corridor and back up into the main hall. "Thanks for the 50 points Wilkes," he said, turning to part ways. "Can't believe I'm stuck with a bloody Weasley."

He flashed her a smile which she returned with a polite nod before making her way to her next class, trying to ignore the hustle and bustle of the students around her.

She plopped down in Ancient Runes a few minutes later, still annoyed about the less than peaceful potions class.

Professor Babbling said something about Ancient Runes, best-serving students, as an independent study but she couldn't focus on her open book and unfinished translation. The class was always appreciated seeing as quiet moments throughout the day were rather rare outside of the library. The opportunity to spend several hours with just her thoughts and meaningless translations was a much-needed break from the day-to-day busyness.

George's comment rang in her head. What was his problem? He exuded arrogance without reason. She'd outsmarted him on the train and although she'd technically outsmarted him in potions, it was entirely out of her hands and not meant as an insult to him in any way. Maybe his ego was bruised, even though the only witness on the train was his brother, who she seriously doubted cared about intelligence. Either way, he seemed to be taking their encounters entirely personal.

Whatever it was, he needed to get over it, and quick. Usually, potions class was the only hour and a half in her day where she got to gather her thoughts and methodically apply her knowledge with little disturbance. She would rather deal with the consequences of forcing him to leave her alone, than sacrifice it.

Even after an entire afternoon and evening in the library, George's smug face still taunted her as she went to sleep.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfic #george weasley x original female character #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley smut #dating george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley imagine

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Jordan Family Party

Summary: Hal gets invited to the Jordan Family Party. This time he brings Bruce. Yeah, we wonders why he ever thought this'll work.

“No!”

“C’mon Hal! What's the worst that could possibly happen? !” asked Bruce, speed walking to catch up with his already angry lover. In hindsight, bringing up the invitation to the Jordan family party probably had been a horrible idea but Bruce wasn't one to really think straight when it came to his boyfriend.

“Oh, I don't know? How about the last time I tried to show my face I got kicked out and called an uncaring asshole and a fag?” snapped Hal, spinning around to glare at Bruce. He was out of his lantern costume so the effect was ruined and the fact that he was slightly shorter than Bruce didn't help.

Bruce's eyes turned stormy at the word and Hal winced internally. He really should not have said that.

“Who?” hissed Bruce. For some reason, he looked extremely threatening in his suit and Hal worried if he had been in the bat suit it would have made his scream in fright.

“Not important! What's important that I ignore this and then they never have to see me and-” Before Hal could finish Bruce had rudely cut him off with a kiss, pulling Hal in with an arm around his waist.

“How about you don't ignore this and you show them what they've been missing out on.” Bruce said huskily and Hal felt himself become slightly dizzy. He shook his head and pushed Bruce away.

“That's cheating! And God, how much do you weigh?” asked Hal when he couldn't even move Bruce off by an inch. On the contrary, Bruce just pulled him closer and chuckled on his ear.

“Is it baby? And I weigh 210 pounds.” Bruce answered and Hal rolled his eyes. Bruce gently grasped his chin and lifted his face to see him. Bruce was no longer smirking, instead giving him a soft smile and there was love in his eyes. “Baby it's going to be alright.” he said softly.

“No, it's not.” mumbled Hal, turning away from his and facing away from him. ‘He would not cry, he would not cry, he would not cry.’ he repeated that in his head like a matra.

Bruce said nothing, just kept him in arms, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

“Fine, you asshole. I'll go. But you're so coming with me.” Hal finally snapped, lifting his face up to glare at Bruce. Bruce smirked slightly but it had a touch of concern.

“Are you sure baby? I don't want to push you and-?”

“Yes I'm sure. Now let me go so I can call Jim and tell him we're going. Also get Alfred to get me coffee. I'm going to need it.”

“This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a-” Hal repeated over and over again from where he stood in front of his family house. It looked like it had looked before when he was younger except more older and worn.

“Hal, honey, come on. If you do this I'll let you fly the bat plane.” Bruce promised in his ear and that made Hal’s mind up. Bruce's plane was amazing and he was so not going to pass up the opportunity to fly it.

“Fine.” Hal huffed and took excruciatingly slow steps towards the door. Bruce rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's childishness and picked him and carried him to the door. Hal squawked in indignation.

“Act like a child, get treated like a child.” was all Bruce said before putting his indignant boyfriend back down. Hal shot him a glare without any real heat before turning to the bell in front of him. Hal stared at it for what felt like an eternity before he gave up and turned to Bruce.

“I can't do it.”

“Yes you can! You know why? Because you're Green Lantern. You snuck into the Air Force and you magically managed to make Damian like you all within two minutes of meeting you. That's amazing.” Bruce said.

Hal blushed at the praise, turning away. Before he could respond however the door swung open to reveal his older brother, Jack.

“Hal.” he said coldly, sneering at him slightly. Hal felt himself stiffen but an arm going around his waist helped him relax slightly.

“Jack.” he said back, slightly warmer than his brother.

“So you did come. Guess you weren't lying for once.” he said mockingly and Hal so wanted to turn right back round and ignore this family bit Bruce's strong presence kept him rounded. He wouldn't fail Bruce.

“Yup. I'm here.” it came out more awkwardly than Hal desired but Hal counted his wins. Jack just scoffed at him before his attention diverted to Bruce. His eyes widened slightly before going back to their normal size, if not slightly disgusted.

“So you managed to tap Bruce Wayne?” he asked in a not so nice tone. Hal blushed but didn't shrink down. Instead he shot a cocky smirk that screamed Hal Jordan through and through.

“More like he managed to tap me. But who wouldn't? My ass is flawless.” Hal said. To anyone who wouldn't know him he sounded arrogant to people he did know he sounded teasing. To Bruce it sounded like an invite.

Jack didn't smile, just continued glaring at Hal. “Name's Jack Jordan. His older brother.” he finally said, extending a hand to Bruce.

“Bruce Wayne, this one's boyfriend.” he said. His face was blank but Hal could see the cold fury in them. Shit, this wasn't going good.

“Well, come on in.” Jack said, moving out of the way to let them through. Hal walked in quickly and Bruce followed after him.

“Uncle Hal!” yelled his niece, hurling herself at him.

“Hey honey. How are you?” he asked, bending down to be Eye level with the small girl.

“I'm good. And who are you?” she asked curiously when she saw Bruce. Bruce bent down until his eye level with the small girl.

“I'm Bruce. Hal's boyfriend.” There was a collective gasp going around the room but damn Bruce if he gave one.

“Cool!” she said, too young to understand why everyone was acting so weirdly. She quickly bounded off to her mother when she heard her name being called though.

“Hey Hal!” said Jim. Hal just smiled back, not going over to his younger brother. Bruce hugged him from behind and he could feel glares going all across the room.

“What happened to that Carol girl?” asked a voice Hal will always remember. There, sitting in front of the room sat his mother, eyes glaring and sneering deeply.

“Uh, we broke it off.” Hal said. He heard several scoffs go around the room and he felt Bruce's arms around him tighten. It was a good thing Damian wasn't here.

“Of course you wouldn't be able to handle a relationship with a woman so you decide to whore yourself-” his mother said in her disappointed/angry voice that she would always use on him and the last time he had heard it was when she found out he had joined the Air Force.

“Can I just say something?” Bruce interrupted her rant. Hal felt slightly shocked but leaned back against his boyfriend.

“No you may-” his mother started but Bruce cut her off again.

“Well I don't care, woman. Now, each and every single one of you except for the kids are awful and should go and die.” Bruce snapped. “He's one of the most selfless people I have ever met. He has helped hundreds of people out there, even thousands and he deserves more than you. He has done good thing, after good thing but the universe decides to fuck with him constantly. He's been beat down constantly yet he always rises back up. He's been insulted and degraded but he didn't pay attention to any of that and continued to be strong and prove everyone wrong.”

And it continued, Bruce praising him constantly and by the end of it Hal was a blushing mess and he could see some of his fewer nicer relatives looking down in shame. His mother, however, stayed the same.

“Now, I'm going to take my boyfriend back home and away from the undeserving.” Bruce finally snapped before dragging Hal away and to the door again. When Hal turned to look at Jack he could see some shame but Hal didn't spare a second to talk to him, just walked out the door with Bruce.

They both got in the car and the drive back to the Manor was silent. Eventually they got there and Bruce steeped out before walking right back round and opening his door up and picking him up.

“How romantic.” Hal said sarcastically. Bruce just smirked at him but it wasn't the same as his usual smirks. This one had regret.

“Would you like me to run you a rose-petal bath?” he asked sarcastically. Hal just snorted before relaxing right back into Bruce's chest.

Bruce walked to the Manor and when he went inside, instead of going all the way up to his room he chose the guest room and quickly placed Hal on the bed.

“I'm so sorry, honey.” Bruce whispered.

“It's okay.” Hal tried to soothe him but Bruce just shook his head.

“You said you didn't want to and I pushed you.” he said mournfully.

“If you hadn't pushed me then one of your kids would have.” Hal said.

“Still. Let me make it up for you.” Bruce whispered in his ear and Hal squeaked when he felt a hand squeeze his ass.

“Two presents in one day? I must be getting lucky.” Hal gasped.

“You deserve all the presents in the world.” Bruce whispered again and the night was lost in love and passion.

Obviously the next day Bruce spoiled Hal within an inch of his life.

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Hal frowned slightly, brow wrinkling in thought. "That's not exactly a simple question to answer, Aya-- what got you thinking about this?"

(oooo this is so good--apologies if i get timelines and such wrong, i can’t exactly remember details, but this is always a good vibe)

Aya paused, and though there was no real reason to, it seemed to help Hal and other organics to understand that she was listening if she paused a moment.

Another element of her pausing could have come about, in truth though, from the fact that she herself could not really succinctly answer what had her questioning the notion of love. She had observed its effect on Green Lanterns Hal and Kilowog, with the both of them teasing one another about their encounters with Carol Farris, the Star Sapphires, and Galia. It seemed to be an emotion that was both celebrated, derided, feared, loathed, studied, and unknowable all at once, for family, friends, enemies, strangers, and partners--more confusing, it was simultaneously the most defined, and the most undefinable emotion yet, unhelpful in her search for answers.

She realized that she was pausing for quite some time, as her eyes drifted over to a hunched figure in red, typing away with a silent, sullen sorrow that she was also puzzled to define--and Hal Jordan laughed.

“Ooooh, okay. I get it now.”

That was just as puzzling, but the look she must have given was unplanned and uncoordinated, and spurred another burst of laughter from Green Lantern Hal. She wished she knew what was so funny.

#green lantern: the animated series #gltas #razer x aya #aya #razaya #dcau #hal jordan #my writing #chantillyxlacey #fan fiction #gltas fan fiction #this was fun to write!!!#i love them and miss them every day!!!#and i know i broke the memes rules but i was on a roll!!!

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Once In A Life Time

~ Chapter 4~

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Fuck.” I jumped out of bed rolling over So-Eun and rush down the stairs. I can't believe I slept through my alarm; and on a day like this.

“ Woah! Jesus Min-ho, why are you laying in front of the stairs?”

“Mmmmm” he wines shooing me away. Ugh I don’t have time for this. Bussing it to the bathroom I wasted no time in discarding my clothes and stepping under the scalding hot water. “Finally” I release a deep breath.

I knew going out with So-eun and Min-ho to “Network” was a bad idea as soon as we got into the first club. They just know how to get to me; or I guess I should say they know what's best for me. I knew they could see me over thinking about my meeting with Jay Park, I mean I’m sure anyone could; so when they kept bugging me about the club, lets just say they didn't need to twist my arm too much to get me out. But today is my very important meeting with AOMG and I just can’t be late, I despise being late.

I’m definitely scared shitless, I’m not sure what deal Jay is going to offer me; I’m not even 100% sure if I'm gonna take it. It's just… the weight of everything finally sinking in. I just got to South Korea 5 Days ago. I'm supposed to be here to work with a completely different artist and... I can't help but think I'm in over my head and I should slow the breaks a bit. Taking another deep breath I stretch my arms in front of the marble wall letting the water soothe my aching muscles. ‘You got this B. You’ve got no reason to panic or over think. You wouldn't be in this position if you didn’t deserve it.

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“안녕하세요, I have a meeting with Jay Park I mean Mr. Park J-”

“Bianca Queen?”

“Hi, uh, yes, yes uh that's me.”

Jesus B relax.

“Great, he’s expecting you. You can take the elevator to the 6th floor, his office is the last one all the way down. You can’t miss it.”

“Ok Thank you!”

Here we go. I walk up to the elevator pressing the up button. At the same time the doors come flying open and none other than Loco comes stepping out. I’m not gonna lie out of everyone who is signed to AOMG Loco is my all time favorite; I could just see us being the closest.

He stops in the doorway of the elevator staring at me. I smile watching his brows raise in confusion and curiosity.

“Excuse me.”

I don’t think he heard me because he didn’t move till the elevator doors started to push closed, slightly squashing him in between. He steps back inside the elevator letting me walk in. As soon as I’m inside he maneuvers exiting through the doors all the while not taking his eyes off me. I smile again, press 6 on the keypad and shoot him a slight wave before the doors close; he quickly shoots me one back. Yeah I can see us being great friends.

The walk to Jay’s office felt like an eternity, my legs just felt so heavy. When I finally made it down the hall I came face to face with yet another secretary.

“Hi, I'm here to see Jay Park.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” I stood there stunned. “Bianca Queen? The Bianca Queen in the flesh. I love your work when Jay first told me he was scouting you for AOMG I was like ‘umm hell yeah! You should; she is like amazing’ I’m Z by the way short for Zen’na.” Z is a cute Korean tattooed babe, her long blue hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She had a tattoo of a star on her left cheek bone. She has a unique personality. I sense nothing but positive vibes and energy from her, it's refreshing. Plus she’s a fan of my work.

“Nice to meet you Z. Thank you so much for enjoying my work. I never thought they would find their way to South Korea, but I really appreciate your support. We should grab a drink sometime. If your free”

“My shift ends at 6.”

“6 sounds great. Do you have a pen?”She pulls a red pen from her hair slamming it down in front of a mini notepad on her desk. I take the pen jotting down my number. “Shoot me a call when you're off.”

She takes the pad back, staring at the paper in awe.

“I thought you might be held up out here.” And there he is, the man I'm here to see, Jay Park. He stood in some loose jeans, a graphic-T and Jordans he was even rocking a Jordan snapback. lol can you say Seattle Nigga, the culture has definitely shown influence on his style. It works for him though; it's natural, not forced. “Z's always watching your videos when she should be working.”

“Ok you ain't really gotta be embarrassing me like that.”

“Yeah Alright. Did you check the messages like I asked you to.”

“Yes I checked the messages like you asked me to. I emailed them to your computer.”

“Thanks Z. Bianca Come on in.”

“Bye Z. Give me a call.”

“Have a seat Bianca.”

His office was a soft green and black. Huge floor to ceiling windows that look out over Seoul. I dodge the chair he gestured to and stepped a little closer, gazing out the window.

Beautiful.

“ You like the view?” Jay asked walking next to me.

“It’s amazing. Why the 6th floor, why not the top? I mean for a CEO.”

“Come on, you don’t know. I would think a fellow Tauren would know the answer to a question like that.”

“You checked up on me?”

“First rule of business. Always know who you're getting into bed with. Metaphorically speaking of course.” He shoots me a smug smile walking to his desk. “Not that you're not a beautiful woman cause.” he paused, looking me up and down with a hint of lust. “ I brought you here for your talent. Come over here, have a seat.”

Heh, he’s way more charming in person. Ok B, eyes up chin up.

When I finally take my seat he’s just looking at me, then to a file on his desk then back at me.

“Bianca I’m gonna be up front with you, I want to sign you to AOMG. How does a 3 year Contract sound?”

“What?”

“You would be the first Choreographer/Artist Director to be signed to our company and after doing all my research I just know you would be a great fit for AOMG. Not to mention the Artist we low-key already got lined up who really wanna work with you.”

Signed to a record label, this record label.This all feels so surreal. I mean all of it. Being in Korea, being at AOMG, Being in Jay Parks office.

“You're hesitant. I can see it in your face. Why?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m truly honored Jay, I would want nothing more than to work with AOMG I- I just, have a life a company back home as well I-”

“I don’t want you to leave your company or your life. If anything, think of it as an enhancement for both. We would definitely need you stationed here for the first year but after that you can free flow.” Silence. I couldn’t speak “ Ok how about this? You're in Seoul for the next 6 months working with Hwasa correct. Let's do a trial contact; we have our 8 year anniversary in August, and I would like to hire you to do the show’s Artistic direction. After the show we can check in and if you're done with Seoul, that's that; at least you know.”

He even knows I’m working with Hwasa, he really did his research. Just then my mothers voice popped into my head. “Live your life for you Bianca. And live it to the fullest.”

“Deal.”

“Yes! Alright cool dope. I’ll have Z send over a contract by the end of the day.”

“That quick?”

“I was hoping you’d say yes.”

“You knew I’d be hesitant?”

“No, I just knew you’d say yes.”

“Yeah sure. I’ll be looking out for the contract.” Getting up Jay walks me to his front door placing his hand on the handle.

“Oh there’s a black tie event on Saturday. I want you to come out and get a feel for the scene. I’m also gonna announce our collaboration.”

Tomorrow?

“Black tie?”

“I’ll send something over.” he reaches out his hand towards me and I shake it with excitement.

“Ok.” he steps back, opening the door, sending Loco, Ugly Duck and Won Jae falling into the room collapsing on the floor.

“Nice guys. Bianca-”

““B, you can call me B.”

“Alright B, I'll see you Saturday. I’ll be in touch”

“I look forward to it.” I step over their legs walking out the door. “See ya later Z.”

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I’m sitting in Hangang Park with a beer, I stare out over the lake taking in the calm.

‘It all starts here.’ I think.

The next chapter of my life.

Let's live it to the fullest B.

#New #Beginnings #Black #Woman #Lead #Seoul #south #Korea #Jay #Park #Jaypark #AMNW #AOMG #Loco #Dance #artist #story #fanfictiom #Chapter4

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Unraveling at the Seams Pt 6

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OFC, Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I am sad to inform you that this will be the last update, on this, until March. On the other hand, I am not updating because I am going to visit friends in Australia. Once I am home, remember what time zone I am in, then there will be more. Promise you will love what is to come ;)

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header :D

Catch Up Here

“Hello Alex.” Ivan sat in the chair beside the actor.

“Hey Ivan, what's up?” Alex looked up from his phone to greet the boy.

“Oh nothing much.” Ivan sat, swinging his feet back and forth idly.

He had joined Nell for the afternoon at work, claiming he wasn't getting enough time with his mother. Nell had been busy with work and Ivan had been tied up with his own social calendar. For a boy, he had more on the go than most adults.

“Taking the afternoon off? How has soccer been going? Score any goals during the game last weekend?” Alex made casual conversation.

“I scored three goals.” Ivan boast, sitting straighter in his chair. “And how was your weekend? Do anything fun?”

Ivan was fickle, Nell had warned him.

As sweet as her son was, he had a side that could be uncouth and sharp when he felt the need. One day he would be the sweetest boy and the next he was sarcastic and tearing down anyone around him. Nell had never quite figured it out, aside from Ivan needing to lash out every now and then. He was human, it happened. The one time she had spoke to an expert, they claimed it was common in children who came from a split home.

“I did, thank you.” Alex nodded. Something about the way Ivan followed him with his eyes, akin to a jaguar waiting to grab its prey, Alex was prepared to tread carefully. Ivan had saw his mother leaving with Alex the first time they'd gone out. Other than that, Alex was uncertain of what Nell had told her son.

“Hmm.” Ivan pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing and his jaw clenching. One eye brow arched, he was on to something. Resting his elbows on the chair's arms, he placed his fingers together creating a steeple, the kid version of a mod boss or evil mastermind. “Do you think you will be spending this weekend with my mum, again?”

“Uh.” Alex was suddenly nervous. Alone with Ivan, he had nobody to help him out. What if he said the wrong thing? Nell would be furious if he accidentally told Ivan something that she didn't want Ivan to know. She worked hard to protect the boy and his feelings. “Have you been over to the prop closet, yet? I hear there are some new swords.”

“It's a yes or no, Mr. Andersen.” Ivan huffed.

“Y-yes?” Possibly. They hadn't really discussed it.

“Excellent.” Ivan began to laugh in his practiced villain way. “Oh ho ohh.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry.” Ivan smiled timidly. “I got carried away. Are you doing anything fun with my mum this weekend?”

Sex was always fun. Alex smirked at the thought. Clearing his throat, he shrugged. “I don't know. Did you have something in mind?”

“Maybe.” Ivan's grin grew.

“Maybe?”

“There is this paintball park, all of my friends have been talking about it but my mum won't allow me to go. I really want to go, but I need an adult. Could you please ask her to go? She won't say no to you.”

Alex shook his head, trying to hide his laugh. All of this in an attempt to play paintball? “If your mom is saying no, then I am sure she has her reasons.”

“Perhaps, though I doubt they are good. Please can you ask her. Please, Alex.” For the first time, Alex had noticed the mishmash of Ivan's accent that Nell had spoke of. “I need to go! Please!”

“I'm not getting involved.” Alex was staying out of this one. He enjoyed Nell's company and he was enjoying her in his bed even more. There was no way he would screw this up over her son's attempt to play one against the other.

“What good are you, if you can't help me out?” Ivan huffed and pouted.

“Ivan, I'm not in a position to do anything. I really don't want to go against your mom.”

“Why? She's not that scary.”

“No, but I don't wish to upset her.”

And that was how Alex came to find himself in the middle of the paintball course, Friday afternoon, once Ivan was let out of school. Convincing Nell to let Ivan go had taken zero effort, the only reason she had been holding onto “No” was because she didn't want to go herself. If she agreed, Ivan would have hounded her until she took him.

She'd thought of asking Henry to take him, which was definitely still an option as well. Now that Ivan had been and appeared to have the time of his little life via the various photos Alex had sent her of the two of them. Ivan would be thrilled to chase Henry around the course, they had the same competitive nature.

It was nearly dinner time, when Nell heard the front door crack open. The loud chatter flowed through the otherwise quiet house. Ivan was lit up with excitement and Alex would be lying if he said he wasn't. Nell waited listening to them talk and laugh.

“Mum, we're home.” Ivan yelled after a few minutes, rushing to find his mother and tell her about his afternoon.

“How was your afternoon?” Nell asked hugging Ivan to her side. He had splats of blue and green paint through his hair.

“That was awesome!” His eyes wide, he was practically vibrating across the floor. “Can we do that again?”

“Maybe, we'll see.” Alex smiled, his hair was equally colourful. Splattered with pink and yellow paint flecks.

Ivan didn't stick around to hear the rest, running off to change from the dirty paint splattered clothes like his mother had asked. The boy was wound tighter than a spring waiting to let loose, he was better off focusing on something other than recounting his afternoon out. Nell wanted Alex to have a chance to breathe.

“I forgot how fast kids are.” he chuckled shaking his head.

“He's quick and he knows it.” Nell smirked. “You look like you've had better days.”

“Oh? Well, despite how it looks, we had a lot of fun.” Alex picked dried paint from the ends of his hair. “Thanks for letting me take him.”

“Thank you for offering.” Nell leaned against the counter, watching Alex run his fingers through his hair to pull it back. Biting her bottom lip, she glanced around the corner, to see if Ivan was downstairs yet. Coast clear, she leaned over tugging Alex in closer.

The difference a few weeks could make. A month ago, Alex would have dropped to his knees had she did that to him.

“If that is my reward, I will happily take him anywhere.” He licked his lips, cinnamon and coffee.

“Oh that is only the first installment.” Nell winked. “What do you think the chances are, we can get him to nap?”

Alex laughed, his voice nervously high. “I don't see that happening. But I will take that offer in a rain check.”

Nell hummed and nodded. She'd hold him to it.

“Dinner, then? No, wait, you have that meeting this evening.” Alex nodded and frowned. “It's fine, another night? I'll give you a rain check on both.”

“I will gladly accept.” Alex sighed. He would rather stay and have dinner then venture out to some mundane meeting, but business and a potential new job were riding on this. “I should be going, but I will talk to you later? If I have time tomorrow, maybe I will come to the game. If that's okay? Jordan mentioned maybe going for a bit.”

“Ivan would love it if you came. But don't feel like you need to, if you have other things to do.”

A few things in the morning, if timed right Alex could slip away. If he didn't slip away, right now, he would have to show up at his meeting covered in paint. Alex gone, Nell sought out Ivan to get his dinner request. Friday nights, when mom was home, Ivan was allowed to have whatever he wanted – within reason – for dinner.

Tonight it was grilled cheese, then going out for ice cream, to cap off his already “pretty awesome day”.

Bouncing into the kitchen, Ivan was in clean clothes, yet still slightly covered in paint. Nell would force him into a bath after, once he was content and sugar crashing from some ice cream. His dark curls were sticking up every which way, his eyes darting around the kitchen in a suspicious manner. Imagining what her son was going to come out with, Nell patiently waited.

“Why is the house clean? Was Bridie here?” Not as bad as she had expected.

“No, I cleaned the house.” Nell chuckled at his observation. “I do clean, silly wild boy.”

“Only when we have to move. Are we moving?” His eyes fixed on her, brow raised, and head tilted. Nell didn't know if a person learned or inherited mannerisms, but he was a tiny Henry sitting there.

“No.”

“Really?” Ivan pressed.

“Eventually we will have to, once this job is over, but that isn't for a while.” Nell replied flipping his dinner onto a plate.

“Good, because I like it here.” He softened into a smile.

“Ivan, you know that we can't stay in Ireland forever. When this job is over, I'll have to find another one and I don't know where that will be.”

Ivan was old enough to understand their moving was related to his mother's job. He understood perfectly fine that Henry was rarely around, because he worked away. It was always different when you were the one moving though. Ivan had enjoyed living in London, it was home. Dublin is where his current friends were, though. At his age, they were one of the most important things.

“When the time comes, you will be the first to know.”

“Will we go back to London? I like living there, I get to see Kal more.”

“Maybe. Although, I don't know what your dad's plans are. We may go back to London, but if he's not there then it won't make a difference.”

“I know. Do you think he would come back home more, if I was there? Or he could leave Kal with us when he can't take him. He said when I was big enough that I could babysit.” Ivan eagerly bounced in his chair.

“I don't know, Wild boy. I don't know. What I do know is you need to eat.”

“Okay.” Ivan sighed picking up his grilled cheese. “Do you think I could see dad this summer? Or is he to busy, again?”

“Why do you ask that? When is he ever too busy for you?” Nell ruffled his dark curls, still flecked with paint. She could list of numerous times when Henry had been too busy or caught up with work, not that she would ever tell Ivan about the missed visits.

Each time Henry had to miss a promised visit, Ivan would be shipped off to one Cavill or another to try and make up for the missed visit. Ivan loved getting to be with his cousins, but it was never the same. Ivan's fifth birthday, Henry had promised to be there, of course he had got booked for something else and missed being there in person. Two days later a parcel arrived, a weekend at Disneyland Paris. Ivan was thrilled, as long as he was happy.

Ivan shrugged, mumbling around a mouthful of cheese and toast. “Never?”

“Exactly!”

if that is what his parents wanted him to believe. He didn't need to hear his mom tell him that his dad loved him. What he wanted was his dad around. How cool would it have been to spend the afternoon running around shooting at his dad with paint balls? Alex had made it fun though. They had teamed up and ran around plotting each and every attack to a precise calculation.

Alex had made time for him and he had the same job as his dad. Jordan made time for him, too.

“Momma, I had fun today. Do you think I could maybe hang out with Alex more?”

“We'll see.” Nell answered, kissing the top of his head. “Now, eat. I want that ice cream.”

Friday evening slipped into Saturday, a day filled with football games, and hours of sitting by a field watching her son chase after the black and white ball. Ivan was having a blast. Saturday turned into Sunday, a day at home preparing for the week ahead. School was almost ready to be let out and Ivan was buzzing with excitement over summer. Sunday drifted into Monday and there was some protest about school. Monday became Tuesday and that was when the week began to get weird.

Unlocking the door, she paused in the rain, the television was on as was the lamp in the living room window. Odd, she was certain that those had been turned on when she left. Bridie wasn't over today and Alex was on set until five. Maybe she'd left them and didn't remember? She'd been in a hurry to get Ivan to school, having overslept.

Pushing open the door, Nell's heart sped up. She was crazy, what if it was someone trying to rob her? What kind of thief turned on the television and a lamp? Unless they wanted it to look like they were welcomed in the home.

If anything happened, Alex would know to look for her. He had said he'd call her on his next break. If she didn't answer, he would know something was wrong. Now was a great time to be thankful for the self defense classes she'd taken with Katheryn and her brother. If this person tried anything, she would Winnick the hell out of them!

“Hello? Hello!” Nell carefully stepped through the front door. Her phone in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Poised and ready to strike, she yelped and jumped when somebody approached from the living room.

“Easy tiger, no need to come in armed and dangerous.” Henry laughed, hesitating on his approach. Nell sighed heavily, lowering the umbrella weapon.

“Why are you? What are you? Some security dog you are.” Nell glared at Kal, lazily stretched out on the floor. Boofing with a yawn, the Akita laid his head back on his paws and closed his eyes.

“Could you not have at least pretended to care that someone was here?” Henry teased the dog further. Ignoring the people, Kal was content to lie on the cool floor snoozing. “I'm sorry. I should have called.”

“No, it's fine. I only thought that you would be here later and...”

“Yes, later this month was the plan. I wanted to surprise you both, seeing as I had a last minute change in plans.”

“You were a surprise.” Nell snorted, removing her jacket and dropping her bag.

“I'm sorry. Truly. Here, I made coffee. Let me make it up to you.” Henry led the way into the kitchen. He had been there nearly two hours, tucking his things away up stairs and getting as settled as he could for now.

“So you often break into women's houses and scare the shit out of them?” Nell teased accepting the coffee.

“Yes, it's a new business venture that I am trying out. How do you like it?” Henry winked, taking a drink of coffee.

“It's certainly shocking.”

“Hmm. Then it's working.” Henry added with a jovial grin. “I'm sorry to have done that. I didn't know you'd be home so soon. I had the key and didn't want to wait in the rain.”

“No, please mi casa es su casa. Next time call me, then you won't have to dodge swinging umbrellas.” Nell gently blew on her coffee, before taking a sip. “Your key worked okay?”

Henry nodded. Nell had left him with a key, when she'd first moved in, yet he'd never had the chance to use it until today.

“I'm glad you're here.” Nell offered a weak smile.

“I am glad to be here.” Henry closed the space between them. “You are stunning as ever,” He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“You look...Big and hard?” Nell offered the obvious. Each time she saw him he was getting fitter and fitter, no longer the slightly awkward and nearly fit Henry that she had adored. “I heard that and it's not how I meant it.” She felt her cheeks flush. “I mean fit.”

“Of course.” Henry raised his brows in amusement. He could stand here for hours, letting her dig that hole. Instead he chose mercy. “And these are for you,” Henry picked up the bouquet of African Daisies from the counter.

“Henry, you shouldn't have.” Nell cooed, accepting the flowers. African Daisies had been the first flower that Henry had ever given her. Presenting her with a small bouquet of them on their first, official, date. Sniffing them, she carefully picked through the tips of the flowers.

“I know how much you like them, I thought it was the least I could do.” Henry beamed.

It was almost effortless to send flowers, still the thought was what really counted. Every year on Nell's birthday, he had a bouquet of peach roses sent. A silly yet meaningful tradition that had begun after Ivan was born. Henry had been so preoccupied with his newborn and work, he'd nearly forgotten Nell's birthday. Ordering the roses to be sent to their apartment was the fastest way to remedy that blunder.

“Thank you,” Nell reached out to hug him, careful not to squash the flowers in the process. She hoped the shiver that passed through her hadn't been noticeable. Sage and Bergamot, classic Henry.

Holding on for a second or ten longer than he should have, Henry squeezed Nell in tight. Safety and warmth were always found in hugging or holding her. His heart clenched. Something about Nell became an overload to the senses and made him go stupid at times.

“You're going grey, Mr. Cavill.” Nell teased, her fingers gently brushing along the side of his hair.

“You've no idea how grey.” Henry laughed.

Kal whimpered annoyed that nobody had bothered to pay him any attention.

“I assume you're picking up Ivan, soon?” He was eager to see the wild boy. Distancing himself from Nell. A simple hug always had a way of creating chaos with them.

“He has to stay after school.” Nell sighed, pulling a vase for the flowers from under the sink.

“Right.” Henry nodded, suspicious of the circumstances. “Is he staying for something fun or because he spoke before he thought, again?”

Ivan was a handful on the best of days. He had Nell's filter from mind to mouth, non existent. Nell's sheepish look gave Henry everything he needed to know about his son's after school stay. Watching Nell put the flowers in some water, finding the perfect spot for them on the counter.

“Ms. Inglewood asked them to draw a picture of their favourite family member. He drew Kal.” Nell explained exasperated over the situation. She was glad that her son was getting a new teacher next year. Ms. Inglewood was a terrific teacher, Ivan was a handful, and both were stubborn.

“Kal is my favourite family member.” Henry scratched Kal's head. Kal sighed and thumped his back leg, hard, on the floor. “Don't tell my mum.”

“Mm, yeah, but you're not a seven year old boy with a wild imagination.” Nell took a sip of her coffee. This is where it took a turn. Scratching Kal under the chin. “Obviously Kal is very real, but because the teacher knows that we don't have a dog at home, she accused Ivan of making it up. Anyway, Ivan went off on a rant at her, and now he has to stay after school.”

Ivan was fuming when he arrived home to tell his mother what had happened. He insisted that he was polite in his explanation, though Nell had her doubts. Despite the conversation Nell had with Ms. Inglewood, confirming Ivan did in fact have a 100 and something pound American Akita who belonged to his father, the teacher was less than impressed with Ivan's behaviour and requested he stay after school anyway.

“Oh Ivan.” Henry sighed shaking his head. “If that is what his teacher wants, then how do we argue?”

“We don't, but don't tell your son that. He's hell bent that this woman is gunning for him. I keep telling him, if he would only stop and think before he goes blurting things out at her, she wouldn't be so mean.” Nell explained.

“Perhaps the wild boy and I need to have a chat about behaviour?”

“Good luck, I have tried all year.” Nell snorted. Happy that Henry was going to be the one talking this time. Ivan was a great kid, but he didn't take criticism well. Like somebody else Nell knew. Ivan was like his father in more than looks. “So, how was the flight?”

“A flight. It wasn't long or too uncomfortable.” Henry answered, his coffee in his hand. Perched on the stool by the counter, he towered over the nook.

“I'm glad.” Nell smiled. He looked entirely too comfortable sitting in her house, relaxed, with a certain ease. “So, I guess I should call the hotel and see if I can't book for the next week, as well?”

Henry shook his head. He hadn't thought of that. Excited to get extra time with Ivan, he didn't properly assess this. “Please, don't let me put you out. I should have called before showing up, I don't want you to feel as though you have to leave. I'll go to the hotel for now.”

It was Nell's turn to protest. “Of course you're not staying in a hotel. Ivan would have a fit.” She could imagine the tantrum their son would throw. “If you're comfortable, I don't mind both of us staying here.”

“You're sure? You are absolutely certain?” The last time they had been together more than a day...Henry smirked, a heat creeping into his cheeks. Good lord she really had a way of causing him to make some questionable decisions.

“Of course.” Nell nodded. They had lived together before and stayed in the same space, while on visits. If Henry was okay with it, then Nell could manage having him there. As long as he remembered to pick up his socks and wet towels. “You're going to love my couch.”

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Give them what they want

Since Ff.net is kinda sucky, I’m just posting my fics here like a backup. There is mention and scene of rape so be warned. No characters are made by me.

Jordan lounged around in her bed, having finished editing and uploading her latest video on Auratube. She ladies on her side, feeling thoughtfully as she looked at her arm. Her perfectly smooth, tan arm.

She got up and went to her mirror. With a barely audible snap, she changed to her true form. Her genie form.

Her streaks disappeared making her hair pure raven black, her skin turned pink, and she let her lower half turn to smoke. She watched herself as she let down her hair from her high pony tail, and drift around her in waves.

She continued to look at herself, examining how..how different she looked from her human form.

She rarely took this form in public. Only when she slept or when she was much too distracted to keep the image.

She hugged herself, a panicky feeling rising. She knew she was alone but being like this she felt vulnerable. Nude. This form was just another sign of her otherness from mortals. A message of what she was.

A genie for them to ask wishes for. That is what she was meant to do after all like those centuries before her.

Her middle name even implied as much. "Desiree as close to desire as you can get. You give humans what they desire most, what they want." Her dad had explained.

Just three wishes.." whined the voice of her ex boyfriends. "What's wrong with you? Aren't genies suppose to want to give wishes" complained the voices of her rich, entitled classmates. She was a genie, that was all she was good for. That was all people ever wanted.

She wasn't wanted for her popularity as auratuber, or being especially pretty but wishes. Wishes, wishes, wishes. Never for her. A breath hitched in her throat and she changed herself back.

"No, no don't think about him" she told herself as thoughts her ex boyfriend broke through.

She had been so careful when she started to date. She swore it was going to be different, he wasn't going to date her for wishes, he would be with her for her. She had disguised herself. Blonde hair with pink streaks, Caucasian. Claimed to be a French shapeshifter.

She was careful not to change anything else though. She acted with her usual snarky confidence, and opinionated voice. Plus for once her boyfriend actually admire her for it.

He had said "I love you" with genuine warmth and the knowledge that he truly meant it made Jordan want to float to the sky.

She had waited a few days afterwards before revealing the truth. Pierce had been shocked, slightly angered at her deception but once she had assured him that she had no way acted dishonestly in her feelings toward him, and told him why she felt she had to lie about it, he calmed.

In fact the following weeks afterward he had been more considerate to her and doing things to please her and follow her wants. It had been a perfect four months.

Somewhere between her reveal and their break up all the things he loved her and dated her for had been forgotten. He had a genie girlfriend, he could have wishes. Jordan bitterly wondered if those three words, "I'm a genie" magically made a person greedy and selfish.

They had been in her room in her lamp, lying on her ottamon watching some dumb action movie when he wrapped his arms around her, nipping at her neck.

"Want me to massage you?" he murmured, with an eyebrow raised "With oil?" Jordan purred.

"What else?" Pierce grinned "Can I top por favor?" Jordan grinned at him, sliding her fingers through his brown hair, "Sure, I'm feeling generous today." "Then afterward we can go eat, and ride around in a motorcycle.." "You got a motorcycle?" "No" Pierce shrugged "But I was thinking you can get me one. You know first of three wishes and..."

"What." Jordan clipped, her sultry mood stopped cold. "Umm wishes. You know three wishes, genie" Pierce stuttered, looking at her confused.

"No!" Jordan shoved him away as she got up from the ottoman. "Just no. What made you think I would..how dare you ask me for wishes!" "Dare? But I thought? Jordan please don't overreact." Pierce held up his hands in a "don't shoot sign." How could you? I told you, I told you why I didn't tell you. Exactly for this reason. I can't believe you're just like all the others"

"I'm not like all the others" Pierce cut her off "I'm not dating you because of that." "Then you shouldn't ask for it" Jordan interrupted.

"But but I'm not like them. I mean I did all that date stuff for you. Your movies, your restaurant, I bottom. I gave you what you wanted. Now I can get some wishes. It's even-even."

Her heart sunk, and her stomach became hollow. "That wasn't just because." All her life she had seen cute Auradonian couples doing overly sentimental acts of love. Simple ones like letting the other get their way. Just for the sake of it. But it never happened to her. This hardly counted.

"Well some of it was but come on, Jord. You're my girlfriend I love you." Pierce whined, he reached toward her but she slapped his hands away.

"Get out, we're through." She glared "What!" "I'm. Dumping. You. Now. Leave." Jordan annunciated. Pierce stopped stuttering and fighting and gave her defiant look. "I still want those wishes. I deserve them." "Yeha, you deserve them" Jordan mocked, rolling her eyes.

"I do!" Pierce insisted "I mean I worked so hard trying to make you happy. I did what you wanted.." "That's because you insisted. I thought we were in a relationship, you didn't have to do it. No one has to have more than the other. I just wanted to be with you." Jordan retorted coldly.

"Wait, I'm not done there's more." Pierce said with a humorless laugh "I had to put up with your crankiness, and trying to find times to meet you and spend money for dinner." "It was a relationship. I had to deal and compromise you too" Jordan put in, trying to hide the saddened tone that crept into her voice but Pierce ignored as he continued to rant.

"I swear the only thing that kept me going some days was that.." "I would give you wishes." Jordan finished. "Not just that" Pierce backpeddled as if he realized how incredible shallow and selfish that sounded. "You would have broken up with me sooner." Jordan whispered to herself more than to him. She hated how hereyes felt watery. Was she so awful to date that her powers was the only reason people pretended to care to stick around.

"Jordan, Jordan don't get like that." Pierce begged.

"Get out! I told you to leave!" Jordan yelled at him, wiping her tears away, "You are just a selfish ass as the rest of them, don't hide that you aren't!"

"I explained!" Pierce shouted back but Jordan didn't want to listen. She continued yelling, and crying, anything to block out his continued stream of words and insults. "Will you just shut up and listen to me!" Pierce demanded, and started rubbing frantically at the inside of the wall. It doesn't work that way you idiot!"

"I wish you would be quiet for just a minute!" Pierce commanded. Jordan was about to retort when her throats constricted. Pierce looked at her in amazement, "You liar."

"I didn't know that was possible" she wanted to say but she sat herself at the edge of her bed and waited for whatever asinine wish that would come next.

Pierce's green eyes sparkled as a slow smile spread of his face, "Forget the motorcycle wish. I want to be in charge for once." He pounced ontop of her, "Top as you so generously allowed." Jordan kicked at his torso but Pierce pinned her arms down and clamped his legs firmly ontop of hers.

"I wish to have sex and you won't fight back."

Jordan's muscles stiffen and relaxed as so Pierce could move her easily as he pleased.

She had wanted to scream. She had waned to be able to cry out as he fondled her chest but the minute of silence apparently wasn't up. He finally slid in, and bucked once when she mkaned as the burning and pain filled her physical body.

She pushed him off and forced her pants back up as quickly as she could.

"Wait, I said sex," Pierce protested.

"You did it. Our bodies touched, you penetrated. It's sex." She saw his disgusted face "Magical loophole." "Don't you want to hear my last one?" Pierce called.

Every part of her wanted to throw him out and bang him against the wall, but she knew it would be better to get this over with so he couldn't use it against her on a later date. She faced him, tapping her foot impatiently not showing the discomfort her body was still reeling from.

"I wish that you not anyone else won't get revenge on me in bodily harm or libel. No revenge." Pierce announced proudly.

Jordan's heart took one last plunge. Her mind raced to think of ways to get around his wording, but she couldn't think of any. In frustration at his proud smirk, she threw a vase at him. The vase stopped inches from his face and slammed back at her. She removed a glass shard from her hair and poofed Pierce away without a word.

Jordan wrapped her arms around her knees as she brought them to her chest. She became aware of her rather loud sobbing and the hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

She hadn't told anyone what had happened. After all what was there to do. His wish prevented any consequences that ratting him out would bring (libel).

A fresh air burst through the room when Aladdin's eldest son appeared, Aziz. He was one of the few who had unlimited access to her lamp.

Aziz looked at her in surprise, "Jordan what happened?"

Jordan bit her lip, and took a breath to calm down. "My..my ex." "Pierce" Aziz said understandingly. She had gushed to him many times about how happy she had been while they had been a relationship.

"He... you know we're over. He got wishes. He r***" Jordan covered her mouth to prevent from a wail that threatened to come out. "But it's nothing."

"Nothing!" Aziz sat next to her "That was three days ago, he," "No Aziz" Jordan put a hand to stop him "It's okay I'm getting over it. I shouldn't care. I need to deal."

"No. No that's not right" Aziz insisted.

"It doesn't matter. I have to get used to it. I mean it's my second time being raped, besides...it's only going to happen again." There she said it. She hated the idea but it was true. It was going to happen again.

It will always happen.

She got to live forever. She got to live forever being seen as nothing more than a wish ATM. People will never care about her personality, her opinions, even her looks. After all she was a genie, her one job was to grant wishes. That was all on the master, her opinions meant nothing.

In hindsight it wouldn't make a difference if she had no personality. Any lamp seekers wouldn't notice. If they did. They certainly wouldn't care. She was a genie, she was never meant to have lovers or true relationships. No matter what she did, she was an object to be desired.

She gave people what they want. Forever and ever ever.

#jordan #aziz #disney descendants #my fanfic #my fanfiction #give them what they want #Chapter one #tw: rape

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Roydick + “you forgot to remove your snarky sticky note comments in this textbook and since i got kicked out of the library for laughing too loudly, im going to reply to each and every one” Thank you darlin' 👾

Lmao thx for the ask @dbakeiro! I’ve never written for Roydick before, so this should be new. Time to dig out my old stack of books from high school English 😂. I was a sarcastic bitch back then, so I should have some pretty good comments written in the margins I can use for this. I know it says ‘textbook’ but I’m gonna go with The Great Gatsby, because I completely defiled my copy with highlighters and sloppy cursive in the margins 😂. Hopefully my sense of humor will resonate with you.

Dick sighed heavily as he tossed the blue-covered book onto the table and slumped down in the wooden chair he’d just pulled out for himself. He buried his face in his hands, rubbing at his forehead with his fingertips. He did not want to do this. English sucked. At least math made sense to him. Metaphors, and hyperboles and idioms were just plain confusing. That was more Jason’s thing. There was a reason he always switched homework with his brother when they got home. Dick was the math guy. He did all of Jason’s algebra in exchange for Jay doing his English assignments. The only problem this time was that Jason had been caught cheating on one of his math tests, since he didn’t know any of the material. So while Jason was stuck in algebra tutoring, Dick had been forced to venture to the library to rent and read a copy of The Great Gatsby so he could complete his book report.

Overall, the book didn’t look too daunting. 180 pages. Dick could read that in a few hours. The only problem was the fact that he didn’t want to. Trying to comprehend the narrative while also searching for metaphor examples, foreshdowing, and vocabulary words meant that he would have to read each sentence at least twice so that he could complete all of the sections on his assignment. That meant actually getting through the book would take him twice as long. So not cool.

Reluctantly, he reached out and pulled the book closer. If he was being honest, the cover was actually a little creepy. Disembodied eyes and lips floated in a sea of blue. Below them was what looked like a city, bursting with lights. What was the point of the face? Was that supposed to be Gatsby? If so, Dick thought the dude was pretty ugly. And why would anyone want to write a book about an ugly guy?

He flipped the novel open. The first few pages gave the typical publication information and dedications. He skipped past those. When he got to the first page of the actual story, he paused. There was a green sticky note stuck to the margin. On it were a few scribbled sentences in print that looked like a kindergartner had written it. The letters were a mashup of capitals and lowercase, uneven in size and spacing. Dick gave it a quick once over. Maybe he wouldn’t have to read this book after all. If someone had already read it and done all the work for him by leaving their notes behind, all Dick would have to do was copy what they had already written. He had gotten lucky!

When he flipped to the second page, there was a sentence highlighted in orange and another sticky note. The sentence of the book read: “Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.” The response on the sticky note was: “Yeah, I don’t care either.”

Dick stifled a chuckle. So the last person who had checked this book out had decided to leave sarcastic commentary behind. Even if it wasn’t going to help him with his assignment, maybe Dick could get a little enjoyment out of this book after all.

He skimmed the next few pages before finding another sticky note. A few paragraphs had been highlighted; descriptions of a new character named Tom. After reading the highlighted bits, Dick read the note: “This Tom guy sounds like a rich, white asshole.”

A smile cracked the raven-haired student’s lips. After reading the description, Dick had to say he agreed with the note. Having his thoughts already written out by someone who agreed with him was ironically hilarious. Dick had barely started reading this book, and he didn’t know the person who had left these notes behind, but he had already made up his mind that he liked whoever it was.

On page 7 was another sticky written in response to a line of dialogue: “‘Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final, just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.”’ In the scrawled handwriting: “Ah, another case of fragile masculinity. Too bad male enhancement surgery wasn’t invented until the 50’s.”

Dick couldn’t contain the snort of a laugh that escaped him this time. Whoever had written these notes was one of the most sarcastic people Dick had ever met... or read from? in this case, anyway. Regardless, it was hilarious.

Unfortunately, his little outburst earned him a nasty look from the librarian. Dick shrunk a little in his seat. He would have to try to mask his reactions a little better.

He read a few pages more, filling in the description portions of his report as new characters were introduced. So far there was Nick, Daisy, and Tom. He wondered when he was going to get to the part with Gatsby. That was the guy the book was named after, so when the hell was this guy going to show up?

The next sticky note was placed next to a description of a female character named Jordan. A single sentence was highlighted: “I enjoyed looking at her.” The book was written in first person, from the point of view of this Nick character. The sarcastic sticky note response? “Yeah, what guy wouldn’t?”

Dick rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a particularly funny response, but the fact that the writer of the notes had chosen to comment on it said something about them.

It wasn’t until Dick got to the second chapter that he found another note. A paragraph at the bottom of the page had been highlighted, and the name Doctor J.T. Eckleburg had been circled. The sticky note said: “Ah. So this is the creepy fucker on the cover.”

A loud, “HA!” emerged from between Dick’s lips. It earned him a harsh shushing from the librarian. She was looking at him as if he were the most despicable human being she had ever met. Dick sunk lower in his chair. “Sorry,” he mouthed back at her. The librarian held up a single finger, and then pointed at the doors. One more chance, and then he had to leave. Guess it was three strikes and you’re out with this lady.

Dick tried his best to keep quiet as he kept reading. Occasional commentary from the smartass note-writer appeared every couple pages, mostly tame enough that Dick could get through it with a silent huff of laughter or a stifled giggle. Among his favorites were:

“I have been drunk just twice in my life.” “What a damn shame.”

“Catherine was a slender, worldly girl of about thirty, with a solid, sticky bob of red hair, and a complexion powdered milky white. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face.” “Could have just said she was a clown. Ffs Wordsworth. No need for the garish description.”

“Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily. ‘They’re such beautiful shirts,’ she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. ‘It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such- such beautiful shirts before.’” “Damn bitch. They’re just shirts. Get over yourself.”

The one that made Dick lose it however, was a note in response to a few highlighted lines of dialogue: “She got up and went over to Gatsby and pulled his face down, kissing him on the mouth. ‘You know I love you,’ she murmured. ‘You forget there’s a lady present,’ said Jordan. Daisy looked around doubtfully. ‘You kiss Nick too.’” The note-taker had written: “Just start an orgy, why don’t you, Daisy?”

Dick burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. Amongst the many sticky notes written and stuck in the middle portion of the book were snarky comments about Daisy’s many lovers, Tom, Gatsby, and her fantasies about her own cousin, Nick. The orgy comment was the final thing that pushed Dick over the edge though.

He was in the middle of trying to calm himself back down when the librarian made an appearance at his side. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, young man,” she said, sternly. “This is a library. Books are supposed to be educational; not funny.”

Dick nearly snorted at the librarian’s words, because he knew for a fact that she was wrong- plenty of books were written for the sole purpose of entertainment- but he wasn’t going to argue. He packed up his things, slipping the book into his backpack, before getting up and leaving the library. He could finish reading at home. At least there he could laugh without judgement from the old hag.

During the drive home, a brilliant idea bloomed to life in Dick’s head. All of the sticky note comments had been addressed in such a way that they were directly speaking to the characters they were about, almost like they were continuing or starting a conversation. Why then, couldn’t Dick help carry on that conversation? Why not add to the sarcastic commentary? Dick was pretty witty himself, and had already thought of a few responses to the comments the note-taker had left behind.

When he got home, Dick sprinted up to his room without so much as a hello to any of his siblings or father. He had thought that forcing himself to read this book would be torture at first, but now he was actually excited to continue, if only so he could leave his own mark on the book.

The first comment he responded to was one that said: “Well, that would be the global warming.” The line in the actual book was: “‘I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year. It seems that pretty soon the earth’s going to fall into the sun- or wait a minute- it’s just the opposite- the sun’s getting colder every year.’”

Dick pulled the sticky note out of the book and flipped it over, writing his response on the back in large, loopy cursive: “I thought global warming was fake news?” Then he stuck the note back in the place he found it with a smile.

As he neared the end of the book the notes started dwindling in number. Dick pulled out a sticky note written in response to the line: “Nowadays people begin sneering at family life and family institutions, and next they’ll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between black and white.” Sarcastic Note-Taker had written: “Oh, the horrors!” Dick’s response: “At least he didn’t go after the gays, too. That makes him only a piece of shit instead of the whole pile.”

The last note wasn’t written in response to a particular quote, but the book as a whole. It was formatted as though the writer was just jotting down some final thoughts. Everything was bulletpointed.

Overall rating: 6/10

Had some entertaining parts, not too difficult to read, however:

Tom was a racist asshole

Daisy was a confused, manipulative bitch

Jordan was just plain full of herself

Gatsby was a liar

(Shame he died tho; R.I.P.)

Nick was the only decent character in this book

And honestly, wtf was the point of the creepy-ass face on the cover?

The 20’s sound lame. So much for “roaring” 20’s. These losers were living in the snoring 20’s.

Educational, I guess. Would not read again.

Dick chuckled. He actually didn’t know how to respond to this one. Instead, he figured he would leave his own note.

He scrambled around inside his desk, searching for the pad of sticky notes he knew he possessed. Like the note-taker, Dick tended to leave his thoughts on little post-its in his textbooks, though he was always certain to remove them before returning his books to the library. He didn’t know if the person who had checked this book out last had simply forgotten to remove their snarky comments, or if they had left them behind on purpose. Either way, Dick was glad because they had made this otherwise boring book actually entertaining to read.

Eventually, Dick victoriously held up a half-used pad of pink post-it notes. He scribbled down his own review of the book, and then tore the note off the top of the stack, sticking it into the back cover of The Great Gatsby, next to the green note left by the last renter.

Feeling satisfied, Dick slumped back in his desk chair. He had actually gotten through the whole book. Now all he had to do was finish his stupid book report. He’d filled out all of the major sections, and all he had left were the minute details.

Title: The Great Gatsby. Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald. Copyright:

Damn. Dick would have to go back to all of those pages he’d skipped at the beginning. With a sigh, he reopened the book, noticing something taped to the inside of the front cover he hadn’t before. It was a record of everyone who had checked out the book. Apparently the last person to check it out was a ‘Roy Harper’. The rental date was today’s date, exactly a year ago. Dick was a sophomore reading this book. That meant this ‘Roy Harper’ had to be a junior. Maybe he still had the same English teacher? It was worth a shot. Maybe Dick could actually meet the sarcastic note-taker in person. What a hilarious scene that would be.

With his mind made up on the matter, Dick copied his own name onto the record, that way, this ‘Roy Harper’ would be able to find him, too.

Roy groaned as he slumped down at his desk. English. His last class of the day. If he could just get through this last hour, then he would be free to go home. Just a measly 60 minutes. He could do this.

He rested his head against his shoulders, leaning back dangerously in his chair, precariously balanced on its two back legs. The other students around him were in various states of attentiveness. Some were diligently taking notes as the teacher droned through her powerpoint, while others resembled Roy, only hearing every other word, thoughts in a completely different place altogether.

When the bell rang, Roy nearly let out a relieved cheer. Now he could go home and (not) do his homework. Leaping up from his chair, Roy quickly shoved his English binder and pen back into his bag, before racing to the door of the classroom. Before his hand could grip the knob however, the teacher was standing in front of him.

“Mr. Harper. One of my sophomores said you lent him your copy of The Great Gatsby, and he asked me to return it to you.” She held a vaguely familiar blue-covered book out to him.

Raising a brow in confusion, Roy took it. Disembodied eyes and a pair of lips stared back at him. Well, that was creepy as fuck. But at least it cleared up the initial confusion.

“Uh, Ms. Lance, I think you’re mistaken. This is a library book-” By the time Roy looked back up from the cover, the teacher was already back at her desk. He really didn’t feel like having to explain it to her.

He shoved the book into his backpack. Now he would have to find the stupid sophomore who had done this. Honestly, was the kid really so lazy that he couldn’t return it to the library himself? Obviously, they had seen his name in the front cover and had decided to pawn the novel off on him. Whatever. That was a problem for future him to deal with. Right now, all he wanted to do was go home and take a fat nap.

When Roy woke up, for some reason, his mind immediately went to the book. Go figure. Now that the judgemental floating eyes of J.T. Eckleburg had reentered his life, he wasn’t going to be able to forget about The Great Gatsby until he found that damn sophomore who had decided to pull one over on him.

Roy growled as he threw off his bed covers and stomped to his desk where he had haphazardly tossed his backpack before his nap.

He dug out the book and flipped it open to the front cover. A neon pink sticky note flared against the crisp white of the page, stuck just above the name list of those who had checked out the book. Roy glared at it before reluctantly pulling it out of the book to read.

“Hi Roy, my name is Dick. I’m the sophomore who told Ms. Lance to give this book back to you. I know it’s not your book, since I checked it out from the library, but I do just want to set the record straight:” Roy’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. Did the note end here? He flipped it over. “I 100% blame you for getting kicked out, btw. Your notes are too damn funny. And since I did get kicked out, I decided to respond to all of them.”

Roy blinked back at the note for a moment. Who the hell did this Dick think he was?

He set the note aside and flipped the page. On page one, a familiar green sticky note was stuck to the margin. Roy could vaguely remember writing it. It had been over a year ago. He had completely forgotten to remove the notes before he’d returned the book, and now some stupid sophomore was mocking him for it.

Roy quickly flipped through the book. Several of his green post its were still stuck to the pages, but he didn’t see any more of the pink ones. So much for this sophomore supposedly responding to them.

Roy thought for a minute. Dick had used the back of his own post it to continue his message. Had he...?

Roy flipped the book open to a random page and pulled his old green note out. Sure enough, there was a message written on the back in that same loopy cursive Roy had seen on the pink sticky note.

Roy’s original comment said: “Could have just said she was a clown. Ffs Wordsworth. No need for the garish description.”

The response on the back said: “More like he was competing with Oscar Wilde than Wordsworth.”

Roy snorted. So the kid had a sense of humor after all. Maybe it was worth looking to see what else he had written.

Roy’s next note said: “Damn bitch. They’re just shirts. Get over yourself.”

The sophomore had written: “Maybe they’re Chanel?”

Roy snorted. So this Dick guy was into fashion, huh? Interesting. Then again, now that he was thinking about it, Roy had looked up the date male enhancement surgery was invented, just so he could prove a point in one of the notes he had written last year. Ironic how the research he had done hadn’t benefitted him in any way besides the satisfaction of getting to write that witty burn.

The last note Roy bothered looking at was the one written in response to his orgy comment: “No one said anything about sex. Eager for some action, are we? You skipped over bases two and three.”

One of Roy’s red eyebrows inched upwards. He didn’t know whether to feel amused or insulted. This note hadn’t just been written in response to one of his own; it had been directly addressed to him. It was like this stupid sophomore was trying to call him out.

Very well, then. The spotlight was on Roy now. Dick had set the stage, and it was time for Roy to deliver the dramatic soliloquy his audience was waiting for. Well... in this case, another snarkily written note to a snot-nosed sophomore- but same difference.

Roy dug around in his desk, searching for his sticky notes. He didn’t want to use green this time, because it would just blend in with all of his others. He wanted Dick to find his new note. Roy needed to put this kid in his place.

Eventually, he slammed a pad of neon yellow post its down on the desk in front of him. After dragging a pencil out of the cup sitting next to his desktop, he began scribbling his message.

Dick couldn’t help feeling a little giddy when he saw the book sitting on his desk as he walked into English the next day.

“Mr. Grayson, Roy informed me that you needed to borrow this from him again. In the future, I ask that you two stop using me as a middle man to deliver it. You’re an adult. I’m sure you’ll find a way of getting it back to him on your own once you’re finished with it.” Ms. Lance cocked a hand on her hip and raised an expectant blonde eyebrow at him.

Dick chuckled. “Of course, Ms. Lance. Thank you.”

Once the rest of the class filed into the room, Ms. Lance began her lecture for the day, and Dick busied himself with subtly scanning through the book for any signs Roy had left behind for him.

Like he had done, there was only one note that stood out; this time a bright yellow. It read: Who do you think you are, pawning this book back off on me? I did my job and returned it to the fucking library when I was done. I’m not your pack mule. Besides, that unnessesary call out on page 116? Like you even know what third base is.”

Dick scoffed. He ripped the yellow sticky out of the book and flipped it over. “You don’t know whether I do or don’t. Besides, that ‘call out’ is how you interpreted it. I just merely made a suggestion :).”

Roy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he walked into Ms. Lance’s classroom. Sitting up by the whiteboard, on proud display was that damned book again. That cocky little bastard...

Roy quickly flicked his sapphire eyes around the room to make sure no one was watching before he darted up to the whiteboard and snatched the cursed object. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind him made him freeze in his tracks.

“Mr. Harper, I believe I explicitly asked Dick not to use me as the middle man in your interactions with him. ‘Accidentally’ leaving this book in my classroom still counts.” The teacher leveled him with an unimpressed stare.

Roy swallowed. “Sorry, Ms. Lance. Won’t happen again.” He quickly scurried to his desk, not wanting to offend the woman any further. She was, after all, the one in control of his grade, and he could not afford to flunk.

Grinding his teeth in annoyance, Roy slammed the book open and located the new note, written on the back of his own yellow one. He dug a pen out of his backpack and scribbled a response.

When he was finished, Roy deflated. How the fuck was he going to get this book back to this annoying Grayson kid? He couldn’t leave it in the classroom, and he had no idea what the kid even looked like. All he had was a name...

“DICK GRAYSON, PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE. DICK GRAYSON, PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE IMMEDIATELY.”

Dick couldn’t help the embarrassed blush that spread across his cheeks as his name blared from the speakers posted in the hallways. Of course the office would choose a passing period, when everyone was in the hallways and could see him. Now the entire student body would think he had gotten into some kind of trouble. Students only got called to the front office for a few reasons.

He tried to hide his face as best as he could as he walked towards the office. As far as he was aware, he hadn’t done anything wrong, so there wasn’t any reason for the principle to be involved. Maybe he had won an award? He was one of the top students in his class, so it was possible.

The secretary was waiting for him when he entered the building.

“Mr. Grayson?”

Dick nodded his head.

“A friend dropped this off for you. Said you forgot it at home and would need it for English today.”

As soon as he saw the cover, the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Ohhh. This Roy guy was good.

Still feeling the tingle of embarrassment in his cheeks, Dick grabbed the book with a whispered, “Thank you,” before dashing back out of the office.

Once he got to his next class (not English), Dick took some time to think things over. He wasn’t going to play dirty like Roy had, but he had to leave the book somewhere Roy, and only Roy would notice. From what little information Dick did have about Mr. Harper, he knew that the junior had English after him, because the book had been waiting for him in Ms. Lance’s classroom that first day he had used her as a middle man to deliver it to Roy. That meant Dick could leave it behind somewhere close to the English classroom after his own class period, and Roy would find it the same day.

He nearly tripped over the damned thing as he entered the classroom. Sitting on the floor, just outside the English room was a shoe box with his name written on the lid. By now, Roy would recognize that loopy cursive anywhere.

Growling in the back of his throat, he picked up the box and opened the lid. Lo and behold, it was that fucking book.

“Really, dude? The front office? Cheap move, asshole. At first, I thought it would be a good idea to use the book to communicate with you, but honestly, it’s just getting stupid. And now that I know you play dirty, I don’t want to do this anymore. Meet me in person, outside the library today after school.”

Roy couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. So Dick wanted to meet, huh? It was the type of move Roy would expect from a sore loser. They had had a game going on using the book, and now it was all coming to an end. He hadn’t expected that the kid would get so embarrassed from his little front office stunt. Whatever. If the kid wanted to meet, who was Roy to deny him his request? Besides, he had to admit, he was a little curious himself.

Dick glanced down at his watch nervously. He was standing outside the library, ten minutes since school had let out. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He’d wanted to meet Roy, once and for all, just to see who it was he’d been corresponding with. After all of the notes back and forth, Dick had to admit that he thought he and Roy were very like-minded. He’d like to get to know the junior a little better, that is, if Roy was willing. They could make good friends. But it would be a moot point if he didn’t show.

Five more minutes, and then Dick would call it quits and go home. Fifteen minutes was more than enough time for Roy to make up his mind about whether he would be accepting the olive branch Dick had extended, so to speak.

When his timer hit zero, the raven-haired boy shoved his hands into his pockets with a sigh. Guess he wouldn’t be meeting the smartass note-taker after all.

Dick turned, and was about to take a step away from the building when a shock of red appeared out of the corner of his eye. Quickly, he turned back around, and looked up, catching eyes with perhaps one of the most handsome boys he had ever seen in his life.

The other boy’s brows were furrowed, and there was a frown set across a pair of narrow peach lips. Blue sapphires, reminiscent of his own eyes gleamed back at him. There was a green snapback covering the majority of the boy’s hair, but the few strands of his bangs that were poking through the hole at the front where he’d turned the hat around, had been enough to catch Dick’s attention.

“You Dick?” The voice was a little rough around the edges, but warm and masculine-sounding. When the boy crossed his arms over his broad chest, Dick couldn’t help noticing the way the muscles of his biceps bulged from where they were poking out of the beige muscle shirt covering his torso.

It took the sophomore more than just a second to tear his gaze away from the taller boy’s arms, and refocus it on his face. Blinking, he gave a barely perceptible nod.

Before he knew it, the other boy had taken a step forward and was shoving something against his chest.

“Good. Now get your ass in there and return this piece of shit, already.” The redhead pointed at the entrance to the library, waiting for Dick to get over his shock and acknowledge the command.

Despite the surprise, Dick’s brain managed to come up with a witty retort. “You remember to remove your notes this time, Roy?”

The fine-toned arms recrossed over the equally toned chest. “You’re a real piece of work, y’know.”

Dick let a chuckle escape from between his lips. “You’re not half-bad looking, yourself.”

The blush that bloomed on Roy’s face nearly melted into his hair. Dick knew that Roy hadn’t been commenting on his appearance, but when he saw something he liked, he went for it. Dick wasn’t shy about flirting, and now that he had seen Roy in person, he couldn’t deny feeling attracted. He was bisexual and proud. Besides, he had always been a fan of red hair.

“I like your sense of humor,” Dick complimented. “How about I go return this ‘piece of shit’ real fast, and then we can get to know each other a little better.” He raised an onyx eyebrow in suggestion.

Roy scoffed. “Now look who’s aiming for third base.”

Another chuckle escaped Dick’s mouth. “I’d be lucky to get to first.”

Dick could just make out the corner of Roy’s mouth twitch. It was like he wanted to smile, but was holding back.

“Three strikes and you’re out. Just be lucky I’ve already thrown you a foul.”

Dick smirked. “You got that right. Did the umpire in the front office see through it?”

The comment sent those brilliant sapphires rolling. “Strike one.”

Dick hissed. “Yikes. I guess the pitcher doesn’t like it when he gets called out.”

“Strike two.”

Dick shrugged. “Maybe I’ll aim for the home run this time. Go big or go home, I guess.”

The smile finally emerged on Roy’s lips. “Just be lucky I swing both ways.”

Dick felt his heart flutter in his chest. Then, to be cocky, “I thought I was the one up to bat?”

A fond sigh escaped Roy’s lips. “Fine. But I’m saving the screwballs for later. We’ll see how you do on first.”

Dick smiled. “Sounds like a win to me.”

Well, this took me longer to write than expected, but it’s done! Hopefully you’ll like it, my dear. All of Roy’s notes were ones that I took directly from my own copy of The Great Gatsby. I figured his sarcasm would align nicely with my own. Dick’s responses I had to come up with on the fly 😂 And yep, I don’t know where all of the baseball stuff at the end came from, but it’s there, and it’s witty, so I’m leaving it. Hopefully this stupid little thing will satisfy your RoyDick craving for a little while. It was interesting to write 😂

#dc #roy harper #dick grayson #high school au #prompt asks #prompts #writing #drabbles #asks #roydick #the great gatsby #i’m a sarcastic bitch 😂

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Everyone Crushing on Jason 2

Today is my birthday, and I’ve got a present for you all! It’s chapter 2 of the ECoJ AU! Later tonight I’m going to post the first on AO3 under the title Jay-Crazy, then a few days later I will add this chapter tow it and then all future chapters will be simulposted. So I hope you all enjoy this slice of complete crack.

If you missed Chapter 1, it’s here.

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“Holy shit, who is that?” Hal demanded of Barry, jabbing his friend with his elbow to get the hero's attention.

They were in the Watchtower Satellite after routing a poorly orchestrated alien invasion attempt. Even compared to the usual morons that thought they could conquer Earth despite it's super-powered protectors, it had been especially inept and the whole endeavor had barely made it to the ground. Martian Manhunter, Cyborg and the Watchtower scanners had detected the alien vessels quickly and, once hostility was ascertained, the satellite and vacuum-hardy heroes like the Kryptonians and Lanterns lit their asses up. A small force managed to slip by their attacks and make it to the Earth, but according to MM, a hastily dispatched contingent of available JLA members mopped them up easily enough. Hal hadn't heard any of the reports, was actively avoiding them to be honest, but everyone seemed to have come out of the incident alright except the bad guys, so he'd say everyone in participation had earned a beer, especially himself for being a front-line badass. Too bad he was stuck on the Watchtower until the all-clear went through.

He and Barry had just managed to dodge an after-action report with ugh Batman and were loitering in the infirmary—partly because Barry suggested they should be around in case anyone needed more hands with the injured, but mostly because Hal had found out the Bat was allergic to medical care—when Hal's eyes had zoned-in like a laser on the most exquisite pair of tits he'd ever seen on a man.

Jesus that chest was toned! Hal didn't know what kind of exorcize gave a guy pecs developed enough to spill out of your hand, but this guy was doing them and clearly never skipped. Hal was damn near hypnotized as he watched the man strip out of thigh holsters and shrug out of black reinforced-Kevlar body armor that zipped up from the back, revealing a body like a battle axe, hard, cut and stacked, shoulders broad and muscular. The man's legs were insane, his thighs were bigger than Hal's head! He looked like he could dead-lift Hal with one hand and Hal was suddenly wishing the guy would try.

Hal had pretty much been sold before he managed to take in the full package, but lighting on the guy's face Hal realized he was young, in his early to mid twenties, and almost painfully good-looking, even with the domino mask obscuring his eyes. His hair was dark and had a hint of a wave, longer on the top of his head and short at the sides, and at his temple was an interesting streak of white. His face was long and he had a wide, dynamic mouth that was on the verge of a snarl as he argued something with—oh, hey, Nightwing! Damn, he'd been so distracted with the view that he somehow missed that Nightwing, AKA the best ass in the entire vigilante community, was trying to stitch up a nasty three-inch gash in the mystery man's side that should have curbed Hal's arousal but somehow just made him hotter. Yeah, Hal liked the battle-worn and sweaty look all of a sudden.

Barry squinted where Hal was staring (he assumes, Hal refused to look away from those drool-worthy abs, squeezable pecs and powerful arms and back muscles that had him drooling a puddle on the infirmary floor). Luckily his friend had an answer for him because Hal needed a name to put to that amazing piece of real estate ripe for the tapping that had presented itself before him.

Barry's voice was incredulous as he answered, “That's Red Hood. You know, the guy we all voted into the JLA two nights ago?”

Eh, Hal never paid attention at those things. “Remind me, will you?”

“Gotham Vigilante. Like Nightwing, he used to be Robin. He was a bit of a villain until a few years ago, but he's cleaned up his act and Batman vouched for him—which is all information you should know if you listened at the meetings,” Barry complained. “Don't tell me you voted for someone without knowing anything about them again, Hal...”

Hal tore his gaze away from the smoking hot Red Hood so he could roll his eyes at Barry. “Does it really matter? You listen to the boring stuff and look into all these people and I just vote what you vote.”

Barry sighed, wearily shaking his head. “Hal, that's not--”

Hal raised his fingers to Barry's lips and cut his friend off mid-sentence. “Shh—Daddy's on the prowl,” he whispered and bobbed his eyebrows suggestively.

The speedster's wince was clearly communicated despite his mask as he shoved Hal's hand away from his mouth. “Please don't let me ever hear you refer to yourself as 'Daddy' again, Hal. I'm begging you.”

Hal smirked and clapped his friend on the shoulder. “Begging me, huh? Don't let Iris hear about this, she'll be jealous.”

“Why are we friends again? I can't say anything to you,” Barry mused, covering his face in embarrassment, ready to phase through the floor to disappear from the conversation.

“Don't know, but here is where I leave you, pal.” Hal gave a lazy two-fingered salute and grinned. “I've got a pair of pants to get into or die trying—and the pants don't belong to me!”

“I don't even know what to say...” he heard Barry profess as Hal smoothed his hair and strode confidently across the infirmary floor to where his future—Boyfriend? Sex friend? Morning regret? He'd take what he could get, honestly—had an arm resting on Nightwing's back while the other vigilante was underneath it, bent over his side, putting stitches into the long red gash across the man's ribs. And honestly it spoke to the power, or maybe just the novelty, of his new obsession that he wasn't drifting behind Nightwing to get a view of his fantastic booty, but was marching straight up to Red Hood, ignoring Nightwing almost entirely.

But no sooner had he stepped up to the plate then Guy Goddamn Gardner stepped out in front of him with his dumb red hair and his cocksure strut, cutting off his path.

“Hey, is that your jacket, there? Looks nice,” his rival Lantern said, nodding to a brown leather jacket laying on the medical cot next to Red Hood.

Guy's head blocked his view as he raised a brow in disbelief. 'Hey, is that your jacket, there'? 'Looks nice'? What kind of opening line was that? The hell was Guy playing at?

The Red Hood looked up from where he'd been scowling at the floor—damn, his scowl was mean, it was freaking hot—to eye Guy with the confused incredulity such a stupid ice-breaker deserved.

“Uh, thanks?” Hood said, sounding confused as to why anyone was talking to him, which was vaguely adorable to Hal for some reason. “'s kinda breezy, though. Gotta few bullets holes I haven't patched up yet.”

Hal thought he was going to melt into the floor. Shit, even Red Hood's voice was hot. On the deeper end of baritone with a street-sounding drawl Hal had only ever heard in movies because most people didn't actually have accents that strong.

Gotham vigilante, huh? He sure sounded like it. Hal usually had a 'no Bats' policy when it came to pretty much everything in his life he could manage, but this guy seemed different, more chill, more down to Earth than the usual Bat—or maybe Hal was just making excuses to justify sucking face with the guy. Whatever, he wasn't about to question it. The dick wants what the dick wants.

“Yeah, I used to do the whole leather jacket biker-schtick,” Guy said, his usual cockiness leaking into his tone as he flipped up the collar to his vest as if he actually thought he looked cool emulating a 60s greaser. He pointed a thumb at himself with pride as he said, “I incorporated it into my Lantern uniform and everything. It's a one of a kind style in the corps.” Hal could hear the attempt at a smolder in Guy's voice as it dropped half an octave and he praised, “I bet it doesn't look as good on me as it does on you, though.”

Red Hood's expression slanted into bafflement, mind clearly whirring as he processed the words spoken to him, turning them over every which way before hitting on the realization that he'd just been hit on. All at once Red Hood's cheeks blushed pink and he reached a hand up to tug through his hair anxiously, almost as if he wasn't used to people pulling out corny one-liners trying to get his attention and he had no idea what to do about it. It was so damn cute that Hal's brain momentarily ceased to function. Hal was stunned, amazed, incredibly turned on. What the hell, how does someone who looked like they could punch a hole in a car door, no powers necessary, and shoot you without remorse, look that sweet and innocent? It would be wrong if it wasn't so sexy.

Crap, he couldn’t let this go on. Hal had to get in there and break this up or he was going to be shown up by freaking Guy Gardner of all people, and that was something he simply couldn’t allow, especially when someone this good-looking was on the line.

“Okay, move over Horatio, the real Green Lantern has arrived,” Hal said, reaching out to physically maneuvered Guy out of his way before the other Lantern realized what was happening. Taking advantage of the opening, Hal swooped in to his place in front of the delectable Red Hood, whose eyes flicked from Guy to Hal and back quickly, with the almost creepy assessing intelligence that Gotham vigilante's were known for.

Hal offered a hand and his most dazzling smile. “Hi, Red Hood? I'm Hal Jordan, AKA Green Lantern, AKA Earth's first and best Green Lantern, AKA one of the JLA's founding members. I hear you just got accepted into the league, congrats! I bet you'll be a worthy addiction—I mean, addition, around here. Maybe after Wings finishes fixing you up I could show you around? I know all the best spots to avoid Batman.”

The Red Hood didn't take his hand but his mouth stretched into a lop-sided grin, a thing of brightness with a hint of mischief that had Hal going weak in the knees and he didn't know what he said to get said smile but damn was he going to enjoy it. Red Hood snorted in amusement. “'All the best spots to avoid Batman', huh? Maybe I'll take you up on tha—ow!”

Red Hood scowled down at Nightwing who was glaring at the Red Hood's wound as he tied off his stitches. “Oops,” he deadpanned, sliding his disapproving gaze Hal's way. Hal narrowed his eyes back, not sure when the guy had put on that party-pooper bat-look Hal hated, but now he suddenly couldn’t forget the other vigilante had worn the cowl of his greatest rival, world-class busybody Bruce Wayne. He'd always liked Nightwing better in the role of the big bat—he was more laid back, he cracked jokes even if they were mostly stupid puns—but he might have to reassess that opinion. Apparently Nightwing had picked up a thing or two from his mentor. Specifically, how to make Hal feel like scum for breathing.

Hal opened his mouth to ask Nightwing why he was here and what his relationship even was with Red Hood, but before he could confront his potential cockblock, Guy grabbed Hal by the arm and dragged him away to the corner of the room with a mumbled, “Excuse us, guys...” as Hal complained, “Hey, easy on the goods there, Guy!”

As soon as they were out of ear-shot, Guy rounded on Hal with fury in his face. His usually pale complexion was flushed red with anger and embarrassment, twin to his fiery red hair.

Guy shoved Hal hard enough to rock him back on his heels, whisper-shouting, “What the hell, Jordan! Why you gotta butt into my business?”

Hal scoffed. “Your business? No no no, I let you have first crack, but now it's my turn.”

Guy snorted and got in his face, as if he actually thought he could back down the GL Corps original 'man without fear' with his inadequate self. Please, Guy wasn't even close to his level. “You didn't let me do anything, Jordan. I saw him first and you just shoved your way in, like an asshole!”

Hal threw up his hands, unrepentant. “Hey, the man has a right to make his own choices, and clearly the better choice is yours truly. I'm just presenting him the option of my amazing self.”

Guy looked ready to strangle him with his bare hands, which was pretty typical of the man. “Why do you always have to be number one, huh Jordan?” he demanded and an edge of pleading entered his voice that put a momentary damper on Hal's sense of entitlement. “I might have found my soulmate here, why can't you just let me have this?”

Hal frowned, suddenly uncertain. Did Guy know Red Hood previously and have some relationship with him Hal didn't know? Was there some connection between the two that Hal was selfishly getting in the middle of?

“Soulmate?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and regarding his fellow Lantern with skeptical but open ears. “You think Red Hood is the one, huh? What makes you think that?”

Guy's face turned dreamy-eyed and dopey as he explained, “I saw him right-hook an alien in the jaw, take the goon's own gun and blast his face off in a quarter of a second, then back-flip off a car and detonate an explosion that wiped out a landing craft. I fell in love instantly Hal, this is the real deal, man!”

Oh, so he didn't have a connection, Guy was just being typical Guy.

Hal rolled his eyes, unimpressed. “He's not your soul-mate, you just saw him do something badass and now your smitten!”

“Well you just saw him take off his shirt and now your smitten,” Guy countered with a snarl, “At least my reason isn't superficial!”

Hey, physical attraction was usually the first step to a relationship, or so he'd heard somewhere. It was human nature to see a hot body and go after it. “There's nothing wrong with—”

“Hey!” Hal heard as someone snapped their fingers in front of his nose and he looked over to see another fellow Lantern, Kyle Rayner, gracing both of his predecessors with something like irritated disbelief. “Are you two seriously fighting over Jason Todd of all people?”

“So his name is 'Jason Todd'?” Guy perked up, voice soft, “I love it. It just perfectly captures his, like, his everything, and—”

Hal shook his head. “Words are not your strong suit Guy, just stop.” Please.

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his Green Lantern's mask, wearing a pained look as he said, “Okay, let's just put on hold the absurdity that is anyone thinking that dickhead Todd is attractive enough to pursue despite his garbage fire of a personality--”

“Woah, that's a bit harsh Rayner,” Hal said with a raised eyebrow, taken aback by the fierceness of Kyle's insult. What the heck? The kid was usually so nice. What did he have against the other man, how did he even know him?

“—aside from all the obvious reasons Todd is a bad idea,” Kyle went on, ignoring him. “If you're really interested, then you guys have way bigger problems than each other.”

Guy crossed his arms and tilted his head in question. “The heck are you talking about?”

Kyle jerked a thumb behind him and Hal looked over his shoulder to find the object of his and Guy's affections, Red Hood, one Jason Todd, was crowded by no less than Supergirl, Superboy, Booster Gold, Arsenal and Starfire, as Nightwing and Orphan hovered nearby like stodgy nannies. Kara had actually latched onto one of Red Hood's arms like a leach and was pressing her breasts against the man's biceps as she covertly ran her eyes all over him, no doubt putting her Kryptonian x-ray vision to good use (so unfair). Superboy—the older one, Kent's kinda-clone, not his kid—was trying to shove Kara out of the way and insert himself into the conversation, but the girl was clinging fast and refused to let go. Booster Gold was yacking and gesticulating, trying to draw attention to himself, but Red Hood seemed to be ignoring him in favor of chatting with Green Arrow's old partner and the Tamaranean princess who were looking way too friendly, with Starfire's hand on his shoulder and Arsenal poking at his ribs, as Red Hood swatted back.

“What the hell is this?” Hal demanded, the unfairness of it all pissing him off. “We were there first, come on!”

“I was there first,” Guy corrected and clicked his tongue angrily. “Man, this is freaking bullshit. This is all your fault, Jordan!”

Hal huffed, indignant. “My fault? You're the one who dragged us away! If you hadn't we—”

“Seriously guys, don't fight over the Red Hood. He's the worst,” Kyle spat with an uncharacteristic vehemence. “He thinks with his gun instead of his head and he's a broody goth-nerd lone-wolf-wannabe who he doesn't know when to quit!”

Guy's face screwed up in confusion. “What's your angle here, Kyle? You're just making him sound hotter.”

Kyle put a hand on Guy's shoulder, inviting him to listen closely as he explained, “Look, he's not hot—I mean, yeah he is, he's like crazy hot—but he's not, trust me.”

Guy looked like his brain was struggling to keep up with Kyle's non-logic. Actually, Hal's was too. “You are making no sense,” Hal informed the kid.

Kyle didn't look especially bothered. “Just don't fight, okay? Seriously, I'll sic John on you.”

Oh, not John Stewart-stick-in-the-mud! He'd shut down their whole operation like the by-the-book buzzkill he was! Damn, when did Rayner get so bitter? The kid was still in his twenties but he was already old and jaded and wise to he and Guy's ways.

“Woah, calm down,” Hal said evenly, as if soothing a potential jumper away from the edge. “We don't need to get John involved. We're cool, right Guy?”

Guy was a bit closer to John than Hal was, so he wasn't sure if the other Lantern would back his play on keeping the third Lantern out of it, but Guy also seemed to realize they needed to think smart here.

“Yeah, we can act civil about this. Probably,” Guy said, fluttering his lashes innocently.

Okay, 'smart' was relative.

Kyle rolled his eyes, not in the least sorry that he was trying to ruin their day with a lecture from John about GL solidarity and keeping your mind out of the gutter, or whatever rules the architect-ex-Marine followed to keep his nose so damn clean.

“Yeah, sure you can,” was Kyle's skeptical retort. The younger man rolled his shoulders wearily and finally seemed to let up on the oppressive tone. “Well, I'm out of here—they sent out the all-clear, no casualties, so I'm flying to my apartment to crash.”

“Okay, goodnight, I guess. Good work out there,” Hal said by way of a goodbye.

The younger Lantern smiled back, suddenly more himself. “Thanks. You guys too.” As he started to walk away Kyle hesitated and stabbed a finger their way, saying, “And if you take my advice you'll stay away from Todd.”

With that, Kyle set off toward the door, only pausing as he walked passed Red Hood and his accumulated admirers to sling a snarky, “Not dead yet, asshole? Shame.”

Jason immediately reacted, throwing up a middle finger as he tossed out a, “Fuck you, Bitch-Lantern,” that sounded almost playful. “I've already come back once, what makes you think I wouldn't rise up from the grave just to kick your ass?”

Kyle was still walking towards the door, yelling back, “I'd like to see you try, Failure-Robin.”

“Suck a dick, Rayner, I could bend you in half,” Jason retorted easily.

“I've got a piece of alien jewelry that says otherwise.”

“I bet your ring runs out of power before I run out of bullets.”

Kyle huffed. “Pff, whatever.” He turned the corner out the door with a much more friendly, “See ya nerd.”

Red Hood rolled his eyes and flapped a dismissive hand at him. “See ya geek.”

Hal stared wide-eyed and dazed in Kyle's wake. The hell was all that? How the heck did Kyle know Red Hood, Jason Todd? And what was with all the belligerent sexual tension? Did he have to worry about Kyle now too? Damn it, this was getting out of hand!

“That kid's a problem,” Hal muttered darkly.

Guy looked like he had somehow fallen even deeper in love after hearing his crush shout at Kyle to suck a dick. “Shit, this is bad,” he said and Hal wasn't entirely sure what Guy meant by it, but he was also certain that the man was correct.

“I hate to say it, but I agree.” Hal chewed his lip, for the first time beginning to think this wouldn't be an open and shut case of show-up-get-laid. He might actually have to work for his prize. It would probably be worth it, though. God, but he could die happy crushed between those beefy thighs.

“Maybe we should...I don't know, join forces or something,” Guy offered.

Hal frowned. “How would that work?”

Guy raised both brows and pointed at himself with a deprecating chuckle. “You're asking me?”

Of course, what was he thinking? “Good point, um...” Hal thought a moment before he said, “How about...we share information and give each other space to work, but everyone else is the enemy. If either of us land him we back off.”

Guy nodded. “I'm game. Truce?”

“Truce,” Hal answered. They sealed their alliance with a fist bump, ring to ring, and both Lantern rings sparked green briefly. Hal and Guy dropped their hands and moved to regard their competition with zealous scrutiny.

“Right,” Hal said after a moment to strategize. “Now let's get in there. You try to push out Booster and the ex-Titans and I'll take the Supers.”

Guy punched a fist into his hand and grinned, ready for a brawl. “Got it.”

#ECoJ AU #Everyone Crushing on Jason AU #Chapter 2 #Jason Todd #Red Hood #robin #Hal Jordan #Guy Gardner #Kyle Rayner #Green Lantern #dick grayson #Nightwing #JayKyle #JayHal #JayGuy #fanfic #Justice League #crack #jason todd rarepairs

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fic: you know me (honey, it’s all or none)- clark/oliver

Fandom: Smallville Character/Pairings: Clark Kent/Oliver Queen, Hal Jordan, Bruce Wayne Rating: PG Warnings/Spoilers: none/none Word Count: 10,445 Summary: future fic; Oliver thinks Clark doesn’t need him.

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Another day, another meeting. Oliver Queen, decked in his Green Arrow gear, strode into the Hall, the chosen headquarters of the Justice League. As he glanced around, he exchanged nods and smiles with some of the other members, stopping when AC waved him over to the small group that had formed in the corner.

“Hey,” he greeted the other man, who was standing along with Dinah Lance, Bart Allen, and Diana Prince. Acknowledging the trio, all of whom were wearing amused expressions, he asked, “Did I miss a good joke?”

“No,” AC replied, grinning at him. “Bart was just bragging that he was here before Bruce.”

Ollie raised an eyebrow and smiled. “For one, he should be here before everyone, and two, how do we know for sure that Bruce is not already here?” he questioned, sparing a glance at the other man, and causing Bart to pout and the rest of the group to chuckle. Batman had gained quite the reputation of, despite having no superpowers of his own, disappearing and reappearing suddenly and without notice.

“Fair point, we should just ask Clark,” Dinah laughed. “If anyone is able to keep track of Bruce, it is him.”

Ollie’s smile strained but he nodded. “Yes, well, as much as anyone can keep track of Bruce anyway.”

“We should ask him his secret,” Diana remarked.

“No secret about it, “Bart interjected. “He’s just the favorite. As much as Batman can have a favorite anyway. Seems kind of terrifying to be Batman’s favorite anything if you ask me, but I guess it’s better than being on his shit list.”

“Think it goes both ways,” AC pointed out. “We all know Batman is Clark’s favorite too. I am surprised they are not together right now.”

“If they were, would we know?” Bart retorted.

Ollie swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, as the rest of them bantered, clearly entertained by the topic at hand. It was not like this was a unique topic of conversation amongst the League, but it still rubbed him the wrong way every time.

“I’m going to get some water,” he managed. After exchanging quick goodbyes, he headed toward the kitchen, taking a few quick breaths to try to calm down and push the conversation out of his head.

Once there, what he saw had him pulling to a stop, lips unconsciously curving into a smile at the sight. Clark Kent, better known to the world as Superman, wasn’t with Bruce, as some of his teammates thought, but instead was standing in front of the cabinets, a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and a box of crackers in the other, his lips pressed together as he seemed to be intently glancing at the back of the box.

“You know,” Oliver remarked, causing Clark to spin around at the sound of his voice, “I never knew a box of crackers could be that interesting. If it helps, I don’t think you have to worry about the calorie count.”

Clark smiled, the warmth of it hitting him like a ray of sunshine, making him want to stand there and bask in it. Ugh, such a sap. Stop acting like a pining idiot. Fortunately, his friend was oblivious to his thought process.

“I was just reorganizing some of the food,” Clark explained.

Ollie raised an eyebrow. “I would assume Superman had better things to do. Aren’t you busy enough as it is?”

“I’m no Oliver Queen,” Clark teased, setting the items in his hand on a shelf and closing the door. “Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you since our last meeting and that was over a month ago so if anyone is too busy, it is definitely you.”

“Oh right, you’re just trying to save the entire world,” Oliver pointed out. “I’m still limited to Star City.” The rest of the Clark’s statement hit, causing him to frown. “Yeah, I guess it has been a while.” As if he didn’t feel it, as if there weren’t moments in the middle of a day where it would just hit him how much he missed Clark and seeing him on a regular basis. Those were the times he wished he had stayed in Metropolis, but there were others where it just felt he was better off in Star City. Better off not being so close and having forced to see, forced to witness more of what he already knew.

What he was surprised was that Clark himself noticed. Between his work at the Planet and how much Superman was needed, Oliver believed Clark didn’t even think of him, much less realize how long it had been since they had seen one another.

“So we’re both busy,” Clark agreed, effectively snapping Oliver out of his thoughts. “Are you heading back to Star City immediately after the meeting?”

“Probably,” Oliver told him. “Unless there is a reason for me to stay-” He trailed off when he heard his name being called.

“Ollie, there you are!”

Oliver turned toward the sound, grinning at the sight of Hal Jordan walking in. The Green Lantern had become of Ollie’s closest friends in the League almost instantly after the other man joined, the two of them bonding through their sarcastic sense of humor and easy going nature.

Hal nodded toward Clark. “What’s up, Big Blue?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Clark replied, his smile seeming a little more forced. “How are you?”

“Could be better, have been worse,” Hal said, shrugging. Turning to Oliver, he added, “Sorry about bailing a couple nights ago.”

Oliver waved it off and shot him a teasing grin. “I’m used to you having to leave suddenly during our dates. How’d it go? Sinestro still being an asshole?”

Hal rolled his eyes at Oliver’s reference to Hal’s former mentor turned nemesis. “Yeah, nothing new there either. You free after the meeting? Do I have a story for you.”

“Sure, I have nothing planned,” Oliver responded. “And now I’m more than curious so this better be good.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint,” Hal shot back, brown eyes sparkling. “Meeting about to start though, right? I thought I was going to be late.”

“I was surprised you weren’t,” Oliver laughed. “We should probably head over though. I don’t need you to be dragging my reputation down to your level.” Suddenly, he remembered that he had forgotten Clark in the midst of catching up with Hal, and he turned to the other man, smiling apologetically. “See you there?”

Clark returned the smile and nodded, an unreadable expression in his blue-green eyes. Oliver didn’t have time to question it though and followed Hal as he walked toward the hallway and into the main meeting room, where he was greeted with the familiar sight of the large oval table in the middle of the room, and monitors plastered against the walls. With the way the League was still expanding, they were probably going to need a bigger room at some point, Oliver noted to himself, as he took a seat next to Hal.

Batman was already seated at the front of the table, folders in front of him; he and Clark alternated these days over who took charge of the meetings, Ollie surprisingly fine with taking a back seat as the team grew larger. For all that Batman had claimed he was a loner and Clark reluctant to take over what he felt was Oliver’s role, they had both settled in to the position nicely.

He watched from his seat as all the other members drifted in, Superman among them, deep in conversation with Victor Stone. The two parted and Clark walked over and took the seat next to Batman, the two of them greeting one another. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but Clark’s bright smile at the other man caused him to lower his eyes, remembering the conversation he had when he had entered. It wasn’t like they had been far from the truth about the state of Clark and Bruce’s relationship status. Bruce Wayne, which felt more like Batman’s alter ego than the other way around, and Oliver had interactions in their personal lives due to their jobs but not as much while in costume, and they had never been that close. Batman and Superman however were a different story. At the beginning, they were at odds, mostly due to Bruce’s distrust of Clark, but now they were partners and friends. “World’s finest” was what one paper dubbed them, after a joint save too many, a phrase that still left a bad taste in Oliver’s mouth.

But then again he tried not to think about it too much. Especially when there were tabloids speculated on whether the real love triangle was between Superman, Lois Lane, and Batman, with Superman in the center, not Lois. Oliver knew for fact that Clark and Lois were only friends, and they themselves got a laugh out the rumors about the two of them, but sometimes, he wondered about Clark and Bruce.

For better or for worse, Batman stood up, getting everyone’s attention and started the meeting, forcing Oliver to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, before he could continue to dwell.

At least the meeting went smoothly, Oliver managing to offer suggestions on a planned raid that was taking place in a few days, and they were able to end the meeting in less than two hours, which included a small break. Once it was officially over, Oliver stood up, glancing at his phone, trying to check on any notifications he had missed out.

Glancing over a few emails, he realized that he would be in Metropolis for a few days after all, meetings unexpectedly having popped up. Making a few notes on his calendar, he put his phone away, and lifted his head, finding himself locked with a pair of blue-green eyes across the room. Ollie shot Clark a grin and the smile was returned, causing Oliver to feel warm all over again. He thought about making a move toward Clark, let him know that he would be in town, and perhaps even suggest a meet up, but then just as quickly as he had Clark’s attention, it was gone again. Batman was speaking and Clark turned toward him, immediately focusing on the other man.

Oliver’s shoulders dropped and he looked away, meeting Hal’s own gaze, as his friend raised an eyebrow curiously. He just shrugged in response. “Still up for drinks? I think you owe me a story.”

“Yeah, of course,” Hal agreed. “Have a dinner date with Carol so not too long though.” Carol Ferris was Hal’s childhood friend and longtime on and off girlfriend. Clearly it was on again.

“You might want to be on time for that one,” Oliver joked, trying to liven up the mood and shove away any negative feelings. “How many chances is this now?”

Hal rolled his eyes and stood up. “Who can keep track? Just don’t remind her.”

“Think you’re safe there,” Oliver retorted, as they made their way toward the door. He suddenly stopped as it seemed another pair had the same idea, and his smile turned stiff at the sight of Clark and Bruce, who stopped their conversation to nod in acknowledgement of them.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones trying to get the hell out of here, huh?” Hal cracked.

Batman raised an eyebrow. “Apparently so, though I’m certain not as eager about the fact as you are.”

Hal shrugged, looking completely unapologetic. “Any exciting plans or are you going to go hide in your cave?”

“Nothing that would interest you,” Bruce told him, tone dry as ever.

“Eh, well, that was a given,” Hal replied. Oliver’s lips twitched but he didn’t smile. Hal and Bruce’s interactions tended to be entertaining; their personalities had caused them to clash from the start and even though Ollie knew that they had a grudging respect for one another, neither would ever admit it out loud. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clark biting his lower lip, clearly trying to keep his own amusement in check and he felt a shared moment with his friend, despite being an outsider in the situation.

“And we should all probably get going,” Oliver interrupted, not wanting to wait around to see how long this would go on.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Hal said. They managed to maneuver and find themselves back in the hallway, all heading toward the entrance, both pairs falling back into conversation. Oliver couldn’t help but overhear Clark and Bruce’s conversation though.

“Did you still want me to come over for the-” Clark was saying.

“If it is possible,” Bruce replied.

“It is,” Clark said. The casual nature and the flow of their conversation caused his heart to twinge, but he pushed it away.

Oliver forced himself to listen to Hal and keep his conversation going. When they reached the door, he turned around, as so not to be rude. Bruce met his gaze and nodded.

“Evening, gentlemen,” Bruce told them.

“See you Bats, Supes,” Hal said cheerfully. Clark repeated the sentiment.

“Night Batman,” Oliver said, keeping his voice steady. “Later, Big Blue.” He turned toward Hal and followed him outside, not waiting for a response.

“So I have to go change,” Oliver told Hal. “Meet you at the usual spot in thirty?”

“Sure,” Hal agreed, before flying off. Oliver found his motorcycle, and hopped on, but before he left, he saw Superman and Batman exiting as well. What caught his eye was Clark’s expression seemed a bit distant. I wonder what’s going on in his head.

Not wanting to linger and catch their attention, he revved up his motorcycle and drove off. Besides, Bruce would be much better at solving whatever was going on with Clark than Oliver ever could. With that thought in mind, he headed to back to his apartment, quickly replacing his Green Arrow outfit for a pair of jeans, a forest green t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

True to his word, a little over thirty minutes later, he landed up at their designated meeting spot, Hal already there, and seated in a booth in the back. Sliding across from him, they exchanged smiles and greetings. Fortunately, the bar was casual and had enough people that he would be able to be inconspicuous.

Once they had ordered, they fell into an easy conversation, and Oliver felt more comfortable than he had all night. Their drinks arrived, and he took a sip of his beer, letting the last of the day’s tensions leave him. As Hal animatedly chatted about what went on at work, two guys walked past them, and the name “Superman” caught his attention. Looking up, he saw they were already gone, and the context missed him completely, but the image of Clark looking lost as he left earlier pushed to the forefront of his mind, making Oliver frown.

“Ollie?” Hal said, his voice breaking through Oliver’s thoughts. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Oliver responded, taking another sip of beer. “What were you saying?”

“Dude, you don’t look okay,” Hal told him, expression turning concerned as he leaned back in his seat.

Ollie paused. What was he supposed to say to that? “I’ll be fine,” he finally assured him, rubbing a hand on his face. “Guess I am just a little distracted.”

“Want to call it a night?” Hal offered.

He shook his head immediately. “No, I’ll be all right.” The only thing that would result in was him being left alone with his thoughts, and tonight was not the night he wanted to go down that particular path.

“If you say so,” Hal responded, doubt clear in both his expression and tone. He looked as if he was going to say more, but his eyes shifted toward the back wall. Ollie turned his head and followed his gaze, wincing as he saw what caught Hal’s attention. One of the TVs in the bar was turned on to a local news channel that was currently discussing a recent story about Superman and Batman breaking up a sex trafficking cult.

He turned back toward Hal, their eyes meeting. “Those two make quite the duo, don’t they?” Hal commented.

“Yeah, they do,” Ollie agreed reluctantly. The perfect partners, a duo that balanced each other out and saved the world together …one time, he thought he could be that other half for Clark, but that was clearly ridiculous. It was never going to happen for you. And it never would.

Hal must’ve seen something in his expression, because his shifted into one that seemed thoughtful. “You know, you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Ollie chuckled. “Does Carol know that you have this sensitive side?”

That got Hal to smirk. “I am a very sensitive person, in many a way.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Oliver replied, with a sip of his drink. With that, they fell back into an easy banter, the rest of their time together going smoothly. Soon enough, they had to take off, and after a short flight to Metropolis, he found himself back in his apartment there, his mood slightly improved.

Once he settled himself, a quick glance to his watch made him realize that he should grab some dinner, and considering the state of his kitchen, he knew that it would have to be some sort of takeout. Grabbing his laptop to look up some menus, he wandered over to the chaise lounge and turned on the TV for background noise, only to quickly regret his decision.

Just his luck that the channel it was on was going on none other than the topic he was trying to avoid: Superman and Batman, and the depth of their so-called unique partnership. He knew he should turn it off or change the channel but instead just lowered the volume, studying the images on the screen. Even after all this time that Clark had been known as Superman, one of the greatest heroes the world had ever known, he could not help but remember Clark, the man he had met in this very penthouse. Always the hero, though much more reluctant to reveal himself to the world as such back then. Some days, it felt like he was completely a different person, but others, he could definitely still see the man he met all those years ago.

As for Batman, Oliver was certain he would never get a read on him. That was left to Clark, his other half, his perfect partner. Oliver did truly think once upon a time, that it could be the two of them, but how could it when Ollie had never fit Clark like Bruce did? Bruce, who somehow managed to beat him in every way possible, both in and out of costume, and not only that, had the same staunch moral “no killing code” that Clark to this day still proudly abided by.

A lump formed in his throat again, as he recalled Batman declaring that the League did not kill and the happiness and pride and most importantly, the relief, on Clark’s face. Oliver, on the other hand, would only always remember the look of horror when he remembered how cruelly he revealed his own murder of Lex Luthor. Sure, the other man ended up alive after all, but that did not make him any less of a murderer. Any less of a disappointment. It was a miracle that he even got to keep Clark in his life after all that.

Just like Clark upgraded from his red blue blur persona to Superman, he found a hero worthy to be his partner, in the crime fighting world and for all he knew, in his personal life too. If he was honest with himself, Oliver had never been a candidate for either position. Clark had never looked at him that way. Sometimes, he wondered if it was better to know for sure or just consider ‘what if’, but he could not settle on an answer. His mood ruined, he stood up suddenly, and turned off the TV, laptop and dinner options forgotten.

A knock snapped him out of his thoughts and he spun toward the noise, which was coming from the balcony, and took a startled step backward at the sight before him. The very person occupying his thoughts stood before him, behind the glass door. Clark, in his Superman outfit, grinned sheepishly and waved. He was stunned, but managed to quickly compose himself so he could walk toward the doors and unlock it, sliding them open.

“Hey,” he said, smiling, moving aside so Clark could enter. “I know the balcony and rooftops are your thing, but usually people take the elevator.”

Clark shrugged and grinned, as he followed him inside. “I didn’t even realize you would be home, but I was flying past your place, and saw you were in so I figured I would drop by.”

Closing the door, Ollie shook his head. His mind was jumbled but despite his mixed emotions, he was always happy to see Clark. “Well, hopefully you were not spotted. If the wrong people see you landing on my balcony, we are going to make some headlines.”

“I am sure the Inquisitor will be too happy to use a pun involving your last name,” Clark offered, chuckling.

Ollie shook his head and laughed too. “From Gotham’s knight to a Queen,” he joked, easily imagining all the possibilities in his head.

“Yeah,” Clark agreed, but then paused suddenly. “Wait, what?”

Ollie was walking toward the couch, moving his laptop to the glass table, and turned around at the confusion in Clark’s voice. “Hmm?”

“You said Gotham’s knight,” Clark pointed out.

“Oh yeah, don’t tell me you haven’t heard the rumors about you and Batman?’ Oliver asked, tilting his head, trying not to the let his feelings over the statement seep into his voice.

Clark shook his head, but answered, “Maybe once or twice. I didn’t realize it was that big of a thing. Mostly they still stick with my alleged romance with Lois.”

“You need to pay more attention then, Mr. Big Shot reporter,” Ollie joked. “It’s everyone’s new favorite topic.”

“I think I would rather avoid that type of story, thanks,” Clark retorted. “And I have never been one to pay much attention to gossip, especially when it is about me.”

“You would think that is the best kind, but can’t say I blame you,” Oliver agreed, wondering when an appropriate time to ask about the truth to those rumors, or whether he even he should, was. Not yet. He would need a little more courage, possibly of the liquid kind. “All done with patrol for the night?”

“Might head out again if there is anything significant, but yeah,” Clark told him. “No plans for you? I actually was surprised that you were in town.”

“Turned out I had some business here,” Oliver explained, gesturing to the couch. Once Clark was seated, he took a seat on a chair opposite him. “Just got in actually.”

“I thought you had some plans with Hal,” Clark said, his tone suddenly cautious.

Ollie shrugged. “We were only meeting for drinks. He had a dinner date with Carol.”

“Carol?” Clark repeated, tilting his head.

“Carol Ferris? Of Ferris Air?” He waited for Clark’s nod of recognition at the famous military aircraft company. “Yeah, she’s Hal’s girlfriend.”

“I didn’t know Hal had a girlfriend,” Clark said slowly, after a moment.

“Well you two don’t spend a lot of time making chit chat,” Ollie joked.

“So they’ve been seeing each other for a while?” Clark asked.

“They’re childhood friends,” Ollie answered. “Honestly, it depends on the day how steady the relationship is. They have had so many make up ands breakups that it makes your former relationship with Lana look stable.” He grinned, keeping his tone light, and hoping Clark would not take offense.

But Clark did not seem to register his comment, his expression a little distant, and serious, as he nodded again, seeming to take in the information.

“You okay?” Ollie had to ask.

As if seeming to hear him for the first time, Clark started, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem it,” Ollie told him. “Is Hal’s love life weirding you out that much? Or giving you unpleasant flashbacks?”

A small smile graced Clark’s lips. “No, I was surprised. I thought-” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What did you think?” Ollie wanted to know, leaning forward in his seat.

Clark rubbed his hand across his face, a blush coloring his cheeks. It was a cute look. He started to speak but then stopped, and sighed.

“You can tell me,” Ollie urged, his tone gentle. “I won’t judge.”

“Actually,” Clark said finally, letting out a laugh that seemed more forced than Ollie had ever heard it be. “I was surprised, because I thought, well, I thought you were dating Hal.”

“Me?” Clark could have told him almost anything, and it would not have thrown him off as much as what he just said. A bubble of laughter escaped his lips at the idea before he could think about it. “Why would you think that?”

“You two are practically attached at the hip,” Clark replied, running a hand through his hair, gaze facing downward. “And I don’t know, everyone has talked about how close you are, and sometimes you seem so flirty. I misunderstood, sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Oliver was quick to reassure him, as he pondered the words, leaning back in his seat. Him and Hal? While Oliver could objectively acknowledge the other man was handsome and they had a good rapport, he had never thought of him as anything as a friend. As Clark’s words registered, he wondered out loud, “Who is everyone?”

“The League mostly,” Clark answered, wringing his hands together as he looked up once more.

“Didn’t realize I was such a popular topic,” Oliver murmured. Seeing the worry on Clark’s face, he smiled, hoping to express that he wasn’t upset at the suggestion. “They do love to gossip, don’t they?”

“Got to do something while they’re not saving people, apparently,” Clark replied, seeming to ease up. He seemed to want to continue but hesitated and stopped instead. Ollie waited patiently for him to continue, and fortunately, without any prodding, Clark did. “So, really, you two- never?”

Understanding his meaning, Ollie shook his head emphatically. “No, he’s one of my closest friends, but that’s always how it has been. Even if it Carol didn’t exist, it would not be like that.”

How could it, when no matter how much Ollie had tried, he could never forget the man sitting in front of him? He had dated, had slept with other people, but no one seemed to compare. Oliver was afraid no one ever would.

Oblivious to his thoughts, Clark frowned. “Huh. But just …. Earlier you were talking about missed dates and at the last meeting, I overheard him teasing him about your kissing skills?”

That caused Ollie to frown, until he recalled what Clark was referencing and chuckled. “Yeah, I was joking about the dates. Just the way we interact. And we’ve kissed, but we were undercover at the time. He has been having way too much fun with that story. Did not realize you heard.”

If he remembered that meeting correctly, Clark had been distant for most of it, and the rest of the League hadn’t seemed to blink an eye, but Oliver had noticed. He had to leave immediately afterwards so he didn’t have time to question his friend or analyze his behavior.

Until now.

“I hear most things, for better or for worse,” Clark offered, relaxing once more. “See, this is why I avoid the gossip.”

“Yeah, you're right; half heard conversations have to be the cause of almost every misunderstanding, both in reality and fiction,” Ollie pointed out, grinning, and standing up. “I should tell you the story about what went down, and by the way, anything Hal says about my kissing skills is a lie.”

“Of course,” Clark replied, mock seriously, a twinkle in his eyes, standing up too.

“But I’m going to get some dinner first though,” Oliver said. Feeling hopeful, he asked, “Want to stay? If you haven’t eaten?”

“I haven’t eaten,” Clark responded, nodding. “If it isn’t any trouble?”

“Just going to order some food, won’t be an issue to order more,” Ollie said. “That is what I was doing, before you showed up, just thinking what to get. Any suggestions? There is some new Thai place down the block, right?”

Clark immediately shook his head. “No, Lois and I went there once, and their food is pretty good, but they use a lot of peanut oil. I think you can ask for a substitute, but you never know with takeout.”

Ollie wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, well, that’s a no go then. An allergic reaction would definitely put a damper on the evening. Maybe pizza then? What’s the name of the place you like again? Do they deliver?”

“Patsy’s?” Clark offered. “They do. We can get whatever you want though. I’m flexible.”

‘I’ll bet you are,’ his traitorous mind was too happy to chime in. Now that he wasn’t distracted by his thoughts, it was all too easy to be taken in by Clark’s too tight costume. The first time he saw it, he had to tease him to no end about how Clark clearly caved with the cape, or otherwise, he would have not been able to concentrate on anything but how the spandex like material clung to every muscle, showing off a body that Oliver was too used to seeing covered up and wishing he could see more of. Even now, being in close proximity like this was not easy.

“Pizza is good,” he managed. Pulling up the website, he noted the phone number and scanned the menu. “You will have to let me know if you have a favorite. Otherwise, I’m just going to assume you will want something with pepperoni and sausage. I know, no mushrooms.”

Hearing no response, he looked up to see Clark watching him silently. “Did I get that wrong?” Oliver wondered out loud, causing Clark to immediately shake his head.

“No, that’s right,” Clark responded, his mouth fixed in a line. “Anything with that is fine.”

“Ok,” Oliver said, a little thrown by his tone, but deciding not to dwell. He was personally getting hungry anyway. Making a quick call, he ordered two large pizzas, garlic bread, and two house salads. After he gave his information, he hung up, and smiled. “Looks like it will be thirty minutes.”

“That’s a lot of food,” Clark pointed out, chuckling. “Were you planning on secretly having a small party?”

“I’ve seen you eat,” Ollie shot back. “Also, you should just mentally prepare yourself, because I do plan on sending all leftovers home with you.”

“Somehow I will make the sacrifice,” Clark said wryly, making Ollie chuckle once more.

“You know, we have time, so if you want to go home and change, you can,” Oliver offered. “Or you know, put whatever you wear over it.”

Clark glanced down at his uniform and grinned. “Yeah, wouldn’t be professional if I accidentally got pizza sauce on my uniform.”

“At least it would blend into the cape,” Oliver teased. “But otherwise, you would end up in another type of headline.”

“Might make me more relatable,” Clark murmured. Oliver wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear it, but before he could even respond, Clark continued, “Okay, I will be back in flash.”

“Literally,” Ollie laughed. “Bart will be insulted if you steal his catch phrase though.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “I trust you can keep it between us.” Then, with a gust of wind, he was gone, and before Oliver could walk to the kitchen, he heard a noise, and spun around to be greeted by Clark, standing in the same place, but now in a pair of jeans and a navy blue knit sweater.

“Miss me?” he quipped.

Ollie laughed. “Yes, I didn’t know how I could bear another second. Want a drink? I was just going to get a couple of bottle of beers.” At Clark’s nod, he headed to the kitchen, and grabbed a few bottles of beer from the fridge, and once he opened two, he returned, handing one to Clark, who accepted it with a ‘thanks’.

“You know,” Oliver said thoughtfully, after they had taken their previous seats. “I thought you had plans this evening too. Wasn’t there something you were supposed to do with Bruce?”

Clark tilted his head and then shrugged. “Yeah, Bruce needed to me to take a look at something he had found. Didn’t take long, just wanted to verify his suspicions.”

Taking a sip of his beer, Ollie nodded slowly, taking in the information. “I think you’re one of the few people that Batman would willingly come to for help. I know you’re Superman and you always seem to achieve the impossible, but who knew you were a miracle worker?”

“It’s certainly a far cry from where we started off,” Clark acknowledged, laughing. “He’s guarded and reluctant to trust people. I can get where he’s coming from, even if we did have a few clashes when we first met. Not unlike us, I would like to point out.” Ollie tried not to dwell on the depth of Clark’s knowledge and understanding of Bruce and pushed on.

“We did have our share of disagreements,” Oliver agreed, drifting into memories that were not always the most pleasant. Some of those arguments could have and should have torn them apart for good, and maybe he should start being less jealous over what he wished he could have and be thankful for what he did.

“I’d like to think we came out of all of that stronger though,” Clark said suddenly, bringing Ollie’s attention back to the present.

“Probably because you never gave up on me,” Oliver pointed out. “I know I’d be dead a dozen times over without you.”

“And I am sure the same would have been true for me as well,” Clark reminded him. “At the end of the day, we are here because we never gave up on each other.”

Oliver ducked his head, his lips curving into a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I can’t argue with you there.” He never would give up on Clark, not that the other man had ever given him a reason to.

“That’s a first,” Clark joked. “Our arguments were a little different though; you weirdly never had any distrust in my abilities or origin.”

That caused Oliver to frown. “Why would I?”

“Bruce didn’t trust me, because of what I could do,” Clark pointed out. “And we all know Lex may be failing in his battle to ‘defeat the alien’ but it isn’t because he is lacking for supporters.”

Ollie’s frown only deepened. He knew this, and every time he saw Lex touting his anti Superman propaganda, he wished he had put the other man down for good, and really wanted to put an arrow through his head, as well as those who followed his xenophobic ideology. For all the times he had wondered how it affected Clark, he realized he had never thought to ask the other man. Clark was always so sturdy and strong, that Ollie forgot that Clark, of all people, had the biggest heart of anyone he knew, and he should have remembered that he would feel it maybe even more than others.

“Well I never felt that way,” Oliver stated firmly. “I guess I was a little one track minded when it came to your powers.”

“Yeah you didn’t care where they came from, just that I did something with them,” Clark chuckled. “I’ve always wanted to ask … you weren’t even a bit scared to find out that I was an alien?”

“No, after spending any time with you at all, it is really hard to see you as a threat,” Ollie admitted. “You being an alien almost made sense; you always did seem too good to be human.”

Clark ducked his head. “Not too good. You, of all people, should know that.”

“Me of all people?” Oliver repeated. “What does that mean?”

Eyes still focused on the ground, Clark shrugged, fiddling with the label on the beer bottle. “Well, you have seen me at some of my worst moments. You know exactly how many mistakes I have made over the years.”

Ollie raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. “I would think it is really the other way around. You have usually kept it together.”

“Come on, Oliver, I have made some real mistakes in the past and it is not right to just sugarcoat them,” Clark pointed out, raising his eyes once more, irritation edging into his tone.

“I’m not sugar coating anything,” Oliver said evenly. “We have definitely had some disagreements over how to handle certain issues, and I can imagine you have wished you did some things differently, but that does not change the fact that you are probably the best person I know.” Clark did not respond, his expression unreadable. Unsure what to do, Ollie set the bottle on the table, leaned forward, and rested a hand on his knee. “There is clearly something bigger going on here. Don’t think I didn’t hear your comment earlier about being more relatable. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just …,” Clark sighed, biting his lower lip. “I guess I am tired of being seen as some perfect hero and it feels like that is the whole narrative these days, aside from Lex’s propaganda.”

“Superman is the favorite and people love to glorify their favorites,” Ollie pointed out. “It is like being an athlete or a celebrity; you get put on this pedestal, but that does not mean the part of you that they decide to portray in the media is all that you are.”

“Yeah, and on one hand, I need it to be like that, because the alternative would make my life a lot harder,” Clark admitted, setting his beer bottle down as well. “I need to have this perfect and clean image, because otherwise, I would be seen as more of a threat, with all my powers, but even when the people who know me see me as just Superman, it is harder to separate it all.”

Squeezing his knee gently, Ollie tilted his head. “What makes you think that?”

“It is just the interactions I have had lately,” Clark explained. “It was my idea to keep my head down and blend in, but so few people see me as just Clark. Even the League sees me as Superman, and that includes the people I knew before I put on the costume. Superman is part of who I am, but I don’t know, I just- I guess I don’t that side of me to be forgotten.”

“Last time I checked, Clark Kent was a Pulitzer prize winning reporter,” Ollie said teasingly, lips curving into a smile, causing Clark to chuckle as well. “Not exactly a nobody. There are those who see you, Clark. We haven’t forgotten you. I know I haven’t.”

“You haven’t?” Clark asked, hope filtering into his tone.

“Of course I haven’t,” Oliver assured him. “And I doubt I am alone.” He hesitated a moment, and then continued, “I noticed when I was about to leave early today, that you looked a little off when you were with Bruce. This has been bugging you for a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Clark agreed. “It has been building up a little by little. I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“Couldn’t help it,” Oliver remarked. “Why did you think that I had forgotten you?”

“I don’t know what you thought, to be honest,” Clark told him. “You … this is so ridiculous, but you called me Big Blue today, before you left, and well, you never called me that before. You were one of the few people who still used my name, despite knowing about my powers, and after that, I just wondered if I had lost you too. If, just like everyone else, you just saw me as Superman.”

Whatever he was expecting, it was not that. So he was the reason for part of Clark’s distance? He vaguely remembered calling Clark that, but it was not intentional.

“I didn’t mean to,” Oliver said, realizing he should say something. “I think I have just spent too much time around Hal. It just slipped out.”

“And you wondered why people think you’re dating,” Clark pointed out, but the smile that was attached to those words seemed weak.

“Because they are relentless gossips,” Oliver remarked, rolling his eyes. “I remember those few weeks that Dinah and I were partnered up, there were rumors in the gossip columns that our alter egos were hooking up, and the rest of the League would not shut up about it. She got so annoyed; Bart is lucky he escaped with his ear drums in tact.” Clark laughed at the memory before growing serious once more, looking at him inquisitively.

“But really, you two never got close to getting together?” Clark asked. Oliver was unsure why he cared so much, but he shrugged, and shook his head anyway.

“No, we can get along as friends, but I don’t think a relationship would work,” he explained. “I haven’t had the best of luck with relationships myself, but Hal is kind of a commitmentphobe, which is why he and Carol are such on and off again mess. Either way, he does love her and I-” He stopped suddenly and realizing what he was about to say, felt his stomach drop. I love you. And the worst part of it was that it was completely true. Looking into Clark’s curious green eyes, he could not deny it any longer. Even though he was well aware of his own feelings, realizing the depth of them was enough to shake him to his core.

“And you?” Clark prompted, bringing him back to reality.

“I, I don’t feel that way,” Ollie lied, lamely, knowing the truth was impossible but unable to come up with a believable lie. Clark nodded slowly, not completely looking like he bought it, but fortunately, also not looking like he was going to push the topic so Ollie continued, needing to move on quickly before he changed his mind. “Besides, the rest of the League shouldn’t be trusted with this stuff. Unless you would like to admit to me that you and Bruce are indeed secretly in love after all.”

He had to force the words out, but what better way to get the answers to a question that had been haunting him for months? Maybe he would not like the answers, but at least he would have them.

And it was almost worth it to see the way Clark immediately spluttered, eyes going wide and expression confused. It was almost comical.

“Bruce and I are what?”

“I told you about the rumors in the tabloids earlier,” Ollie reminded him, surprised at the steadiness in his own voice.

“Yeah, the tabloids, not the rest of the League,” Clark replied, eyebrows furrowed. “Why would they even think that?”

“Same reasons you thought for Hal and me,” Oliver said, the butterflies in his stomach easing, as he tried his best not to get his hopes raised. Even if it wasn’t true, there was zero chance that Clark would have feelings for him. “You guys spend a lot of time together, and they think that you “tamed” Batman.”

“No one tames Batman,” Clark muttered, pursing his lips together.

“You’ve gotten closer than anyone else could have imagined,” Oliver told him. “We all can see you two make a great team; I guess it was not hard to imagine things either had gone further or could.” Suddenly, he realized his hand had been on Clark’s knee way longer than was appropriate, and began to move it, only to have Clark cover it with his own hand. The touch was surprising, but felt nice, and Oliver could not bring himself to pull away.

“As friends,” Clark responded firmly. “Nothing more, nothing less. We’re definitely not dating now and I can’t see it ever happening in the future.”

After all the time he spent being jealous and the heartache, it turned out the answer was just as simple as that. Maybe one day, Clark would find someone, because Ollie knew he deserved it, but he could not help the relief he felt rushing through his veins at that moment.

“I guess we should both stop listening to rumors then,” Oliver said, grinning.

“Told you that they cause nothing but trouble,” Clark said, smiling as well.

His grin widened. “Yeah, yeah, you were right.”

“That is twice in one night!” Clark exclaimed. “Miracles do happen.”

“Whatever, boyscout,” Oliver retorted. “Don’t count on it happening again.” Meeting Clark’s gaze again, he realized Clark’s smile had somehow brightened further.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Clark teased. “Will I get a prize if I get you to do it again?”

“Sure, why not,” Oliver offered. “But you should be prepared to lose.”

“I will celebrate my current victories then,” Clark responded, taking Ollie’s hand and squeezing it lightly. “I’m glad we got to talk about this.”

“Seems like it was a little overdue,” Oliver replied. “We got a little off track though. How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” Clark assured him. “I guess I just needed to let my feelings out.”

“Sometimes, that is all it takes,” Oliver agreed. “I think a lot of us, especially those of us in the League, have a tendency to keep everything to ourselves and eventually, it will take its toll.”

“It something we all pick up pretty early and is a hard practice to break,” Clark said, finally releasing his hand. “I wonder if it is an unintentional requirement of being a superhero.”

Oliver immediately missed the touch and reluctantly pulled his own hand back, setting it on his knee, though Clark’s words brought out a laugh. “Maybe. We all have one major secret to keep already so everything else gets bottled up too. People seem to have different ways of coping.”

“The best way is still talking to someone, but I guess in our line of work, it is hard to be in a relationship, because of the secrets alone,” Clark replied, lifting his bottle of beer and taking a sip before setting it down once more.

“Some people make it work,” Oliver pointed out, thinking of some of the paired up members. “Even Wonder Woman is dating uh, what’s his name, the pilot …”

“Steve Trevor,” Clark filled in. “I’ve met him; good guy. It is hard to be in a relationship with someone that has such a big destiny, but he really balances her out nicely.”

“You would know,” Oliver remarked. Hell, even he knew. Lois and he hadn’t worked out because of it, and serious relationships after her had been a near impossibility; even if he disregarded his feelings for Clark, he had never found someone he felt he could let in completely.

“I definitely would,” Clark agreed. “I think you do too. Since you are apparently not dating Hal, is there anyone special in your life?”

Oliver shook his head. “No, I am still single. What about you? Still nothing between you and Lois?”

“As much as I imagine you have been waiting for an “I told you so” moment, no,” Clark replied, laughing. “We’re still friends. And there isn’t anyone else either.” There was a definite wistful note to his voice as he continued, “It would be nice if there were though. Some days, it seems like it just won’t ever happen.”

“It would be nice,” Oliver murmured, his heart giving a twinge as it always did. Raising his voice, he added, “I wouldn’t lose faith. I bet there is someone out there for you, someone who gets you, and who will also be able to handle your identity too.”

Clark just stared at him seriously. “Yeah, maybe.” To Ollie’s surprise, Clark’s face seemed to go through a few emotions as he took a deep breath, leaned forward, and continued, “Actually, Oliver-” That was the moment his phone went off, and staring at the unknown number, he held up a hand. As much as he wanted to know what Clark was going to say, he figured that this was their food.

“Hold that thought,” he told Clark and then picked up. It turned out he was right and pizza guy was there, downstairs in the lobby. Perfect timing, he thought. Telling him he would be there in a few minutes, he hung up, and got up.

“Pizza is here,” Oliver said, grabbing his wallet. “I’m just going to go downstairs and get it.”

“Let me get it,” Clark offered, standing as well, but Ollie just shook his head.

“No, it’s on me,” Oliver insisted. “Be back in a few.” Heading to the elevator, he glanced back once inside to find Clark watching him. Shooting him a small smile, he let the doors close. Even on the short ride to the lobby, his thoughts kept drifting back to Clark, but he tried his best to distract himself.

After reaching and paying the pizza guy, he carefully balanced the food, and headed back. Clark met him at the elevator door, and together, they took the food to the kitchen island, setting it out and putting it on a couple of plates. Ollie grabbed a few water bottles, and handed one to Clark.

Food and drinks in hand, they headed back to their original seats and started eating.

“The garlic bread is good,” Oliver acknowledged after a few minutes.

“Yeah, their food has always been consistently good,” Clark agreed. “The pizza places, and Italian restaurants around here in general, can be pretty hit or miss, but this one has never let me down.”

“If you are ever in Star City, I will take you to this restaurant near my office,” Oliver told him. “It is the best Italian food I have ever had in the States.”

“I will have to make my way there then,” Clark replied, taking a bite of his pizza. “You have piqued my curiosity.”

“Yeah, you will love it,” Oliver assured him. “The lasagna alone is amazing, and you may be one of the few people I know that can handle the portion size.”

“Well you have to try my mom’s recipe and see how it compares,” Clark told him, smiling warmly. “I will make it for you sometime, even if I can’t make it as well as she can.”

“Far be it for me to ever doubt Mrs. Kent’s recipes,” Oliver responded, matching his smile. “I didn’t know you cooked though.”

“My mom taught me,” Clark explained. “I try to do it now and then, but it is not as fun cooking for yourself, even if it does give me a little room to try some things.”

“Yeah, I am with you there,” Oliver said. “Cooking can be relaxing but it is far too much work for just one person.”

“So you cook too?” Clark asked.

“I’m not going to pretend I am anywhere close to your mom, but I can hold my own,” Oliver joked. “I make a pretty mean risotto and my chicken enchiladas have never failed to impress. One day, I will cook for you, and you can make the final verdict.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Clark replied cheekily, in between bites of his own food. “Considering how long it took for this to happen, I’m not sure when we will be able to fit in all these plans.”

“We’ll make it work,” Oliver promised, standing up to get more food. “Though we should probably space it out so you don’t get sick of me.”

Clark stood up, following him to the kitchen, and chuckled. “Nah, I can’t imagine that happening.”

Ollie’s heart fluttered, but when he turned to Clark, he managed to remain outwardly composed and pointed his finger at him playfully. “I will remember you said that so you better not complain in the future.”

“You go ahead and remember, because there will be no complaints,” Clark shot back, as they filled their plates and lingered in the area, leaning against the granite counter of the kitchen island. He paused and glanced over at Oliver. “Might feel more normal actually. I get why you moved back to Star City, but it was weird not seeing you on a regular basis.”

It took every ounce of self-control Oliver had to not just gape at Clark. Instead he raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“A lot happened at once,” Clark admitted, shrugging. “I became Superman, the League expanded rapidly, and all of a sudden, you were moving. Maybe you never intended to stay here permanently, but it had been so long at the point when you left that I got used to you being around.”

As he ate, Oliver contemplated Clark’s words. “Yeah, you were right that I never intended to stay as long as I did. Metropolis was always supposed to be your city, and once Superman arrived, it felt like the right time. Considering how many members we were starting to gain, we should all be spread out a little more. Metropolis did not need both of us, and Gotham is not that far away, if a situation required a team up. Even if Batman didn’t seem all that amenable to them in the beginning, I knew he would not have joined if he didn’t like the idea of a team.”

“I always thought he did so he could keep an eye on us at first, and then grew to like the idea of a team,” Clark pointed out, a wry smile on his face.

“You’re probably right,” Oliver acknowledged, pausing to take a sip of water.

“And that’s the third time!” Clark said gleefully. “Didn’t you say to not expect that it would happen again?”

Ollie shook his head and chuckled. “First of all I said ‘probably’, so it doesn’t totally count.”

“Semantics,” Clark interrupted, waving his free hand. “The words ‘you’ and ‘right’ were still used without any negative words in between. So I win.”

“Fine, fine. You do win. This time. Would you like a prize too?” Oliver joked.

“Are you offering one?” Clark asked, sliding closer.

Unable to resist, Oliver closed the remaining distance, and smiled invitingly. “Sure, what do you want?”

“What are you willing to give?” Clark wanted to know.

“I’m open to pretty much anything,” Oliver told him, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He wondered if Clark could hear it, what he thought of Ollie’s reactions if he did.

Clark’s eyes drifted to Ollie’s lips, causing him to lick them unconsciously, before meeting his gaze once more. “You shouldn’t make those type of open ended offers. After all, you never know what could happen. Someone might take advantage.”

“I think I’m safe with you, boyscout,” Oliver said with a smirk, tilting his head slightly.

“Are you sure?” Clark challenged, laying a hand on Oliver’s waist, and sliding it to rest on the small of his back.

“I wouldn’t complain if I wasn’t,” Oliver retorted. He didn’t know what was happening, but Clark wasn’t a cruel person so Oliver knew he wouldn’t mess with him. There was a real possibility that everything he had ever wanted was in his reach and he was definitely not backing down now. “Never been afraid of a challenge. And you still haven’t stated your terms. Hope you’re not expecting me to read your mind.”

“What if I don’t just want to say what I want?” Clark asked, his other hand moving to Oliver’s back as well.

“Again, not psychic. So you plan to show me instead?” Oliver asked, letting his own hands slide up Clark’s arms, settling on his shoulders.

“Maybe, I’ve always preferred doing to talking,” Clark replied, leaning forward. He hesitated for a brief moment. “Oliver, if you want me to stop-”

“Do you hear me complaining?” Oliver interjected. “Because I am very capable of saying ‘no’ if I am-”

That was about all he was able to get out, before Clark captured his lips, silencing him completely. He responded immediately, losing himself in Clark’s embrace, as he wound his arms around Clark’s neck. Clark, in turn, tightened his grip on Oliver’s back, pressing their bodies flush together, as the kiss deepened further.

Time seemed to stop, as all Oliver could focus on was the pleasure Clark’s soft lips were bringing him. After just this one taste, he was immediately addicted, knowing that nothing else, no one else could or would ever compare. Eventually, and reluctantly, they both did separate, but didn’t let go. Oliver’s heart was racing and he had to take a few sharp breaths to get his thoughts in order to form words, but as soon as he looked into Clark’s eyes, darkened with lust, he lost them all over again, wanting nothing more than to pull him back into another kiss, and see where the night took them.

“So,” he said finally. “If that is the kind of prize you want, I may have make more bets with you in the future, and I might even be ok with losing.”

Clark was so close that he brushed his nose against Oliver’s. “I’m kind of hoping that it won’t take that for this to happen again.”

“I never imagined you wanted it to happen in the first place,” Oliver murmured, secretly wanting to pinch himself to make sure it was not all a dream. He had spent so much time convincing himself that this would never happen, and now that it was, it truly didn’t feel real. Suddenly remembering parts of their earlier conversation, his heart sank, and he started to pull away. “Clark, look, I know that we both talked about being lonely earlier, but you’re not just-”

Before he could even complete the thought, Clark’s lips were on his once more, holding him close. Oliver’s fears disappeared as he kissed him back, and as they parted once more, Clark rested his forehead against Ollie’s.

“I’m not doing this, because I’m lonely and you’re convenient,” Clark told him firmly. “I kissed you, because I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

“I never knew,” Oliver said honestly. He had always considered himself to be observant, but he had somehow missed what was right in front of his face, while drowning in his own self-loathing.

“I thought you were dating Hal, so I never said anything,” Clark confessed. “Not that I had gotten any signs that you were interested, even before Hal entered the picture. Since I found out tonight that you were single after all and not interested in him, I’ve been waiting for my opportunity.”

“Is that what you wanted to tell me earlier?” Oliver asked.

Clark nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. “Yeah, we got cut off, and I didn’t know how to bring it up again naturally. Also, we finally got the chance to reconnect, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.” He bit his lower lip and looked at Ollie hopefully. “So you do? Feel the same?”

“Of course I do,” Oliver assured him. “That’s the real reason it couldn’t be Hal, or anyone else. It’s been you for quite some time.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Clark wanted to know. “I mean, you stayed away for so long, that I didn’t even think you wanted to be around me, much less date me.” Ollie’s heart hurt at the ache in Clark’s voice and kicked himself mentally for any pain he had caused the other man while fighting his inner demons.

“I have missed you every single day we have been apart,” he said immediately, his words causing Clark’s eyes to widen. Oliver ducked his head, his cheeks feeling warm all of a sudden. “I believed the rumors about you and Bruce, like the rest of the League. If you weren’t together yet, maybe you were in the process of getting together, or there was at least some feelings there, and I couldn’t be around for that.”

“You did say that “we” thought Bruce and I made a good team,” Clark remembered, pursing his lips together. “In the moment, I wasn’t thinking that through or realized that meant you believed those rumors. Or cared.”

“I do care,” Oliver said. “A little too much, unfortunately. Superman had Batman, you had Bruce, and I felt like there wasn’t any room for me.” Pausing he added, ashamed, “Which was clearly incredibly shortsighted and selfish, because feelings aside, you seemed like you could’ve used another friend to talk to, and I wish I had been there sooner.”

“I was jealous of Hal anyway,” Clark sighed. “Otherwise I would have tried to go to Star City to see you. I was worried if I went there, he would be around all the time, and I would not get you to myself, in any capacity, and I just didn’t think you needed me. If you were happy, who was I to get in the way?”

Oliver cupped Clark’s face with his hands. “You make me happy, and I’ve always needed you.”

“I get that now,” Clark replied, smile growing. “If it wasn’t clear, I need you too. I always have, and I always will. The real truth is that I love you, Oliver. It may be too much too soon, but I’ve held it back too long to not say it now that I have-”

This time, Oliver cut Clark off and kissed him. Pulling away after a few moments, he grinned, feeling a weight being lifted off him at being able to finally, finally, express what was in his heart. “Good, because I love you too.”

“Well, that’s, well that’s good then,” Clark said breathlessly.

“Definitely good,” Oliver agreed, and without another word, pulled Clark into another kiss, which the other man clearly had no complaints about, with the way he instantly responded.

They could talk about everything else later. Clark was all his, and he was all Clark’s, and they had all the time in the world.

For now, this was good.

No, it was better than that.

It was perfect.

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