#getting up with the intent to pee but being so distractable that you keep forgetting

[20dollarlolita]

Something that I've used to judge my health, in more ways than one, is what I call the need-to-pee test.

When I'm sitting, wasting time, and I need to pee, healthy me will just get up and go to the bathroom. That's normal behavior.

Sometimes, however, elements of my health will make that very basic task difficult. When you recognize that you need to pee, but you have to have an internal conversation with The Vampire of Despair about if you needing to pee is a failure and a judgement on your worth as a human being, you need to reach out to someone about your mental health. Being too depressed to get up and go pee is a sign that something in your mental health is very wrong. It's a sign that it's "bad enough" to really need some help.

When you recognize that you need to pee, but you don't want to get up because your body will be in pain, that's a sign that your pain is "bad enough" where you should do something about it. If you've been sitting around your house telling yourself that shit's fine, but you also procrastinate on the basic duty of going to take a pee because doing that simple task is going to cause you so much pain that it's not worth the comfort you get from not needing to pee, your body is fucked, and shit's not fine.

Getting up and going to pee is a thing that should not take effort or be unpleasant. Having difficult getting up and going to the bathroom often means that your problem is actually pretty bad. If you've been ignoring the problem, it's a very good sign that you should stop ignoring the problem.

Needing to pee but not being able to get up and go pee because the cat is sitting on you, however, is normal operating procedure. How dare you move the cat for something as selfish as your basic bodily functions. You metabolized and you didn't even get permission? The cat does not approve.

[thedistantdusk]

Arcadia, Chapter 1

My submission for the 2021 Hinny birthday challenge for the HG discord! Thanks to Liza for organizing, to @accio-broom for the Brit-pick, to @secretkeeper13 for the beta, and to anyone else who helped (I'm probably forgetting a few folks, apologies).

The challenge theme this year was content based on TV! This is an (extremely loose) X-Files AU, but you absolutely don’t need to be familiar with X-Files to understand this :D

TW (spoilers): swearing, references to (severe) mental health concerns, (eventual) consensual relations

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D A Y  + O N E

The woman probably finds herself charming as she stands in their driveway, her hands clasped in frozen excitement.

But Ginny just finds her creepy.

Really fucking creepy.

Harry drops hired car into first gear as they pull in. This woman— the head of the village council, Ginny reckons, the one she spoke to on the phone— wears perfectly-pleated Chino pants with a lavender jumper draped across her shoulders.

Her attire is standard for a posh village… especially a new-build village, one with a covenant and loads of stupid rules. It’s the woman’s eerie, opened-mouthed grin that shoots a chill up Ginny’s spine.

Her stark white teeth glint in the sun, but her smile doesn’t move an inch… and the longer Ginny stares, the more unsettled she grows. The only thing larger than her grin is the mane of yellow hair that surrounds her face like an ersatz halo.

Harry clears his throat as he turns off the car; Ginny realizes this is the first sound either of them has made since leaving London.

Awkward.

She reaches for her door handle, but the random woman gets to it first.

“You must be Jenny and Henry!” she shrieks, yanking on Ginny’s shoulders before she’s even unbuckled. “Oh, sorry! Love, do let me get the strap!”

Ginny’s on her feet and pressed to the stranger’s perfumed bosom before she has a chance to tell her she can manage just fine herself, thanks.

“Lovely to meet you in person!” the woman cries, nearly shaking with enthusiasm. It’s not until Ginny’s returned a weak squeeze that the vice-like grip around her middle weakens.

Rubbing her aching shoulder, she sneaks a glimpse at Harry; while she fought for air, he apparently climbed out of the car, only to stare at the two of them like a deer in the headlights. Now his elbow’s at an awkward angle, his hand behind his back, which could only mean one thing: he’s reaching for the wand in his back pocket.

Shit.

Ginny shakes her head and hopes her eyes convey what her lips can’t: She’s just a standard Muggle weirdo. Relax.

“I’m Jane. Jane Connors. In the flesh!” The woman (whose voice Ginny now finds painfully familiar) throws her hands in the air and twirls on the spot. “I take it you’re Jenny and Henry Petri!”

Harry interrupts with a booming chuckle before Ginny says a word; in three quick steps, he’s wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “That’s Pee-tri, actually. Like the dish,” Harry— Henry— adds with a wink. “And speaking of dish…” His eyes travel over Ginny, his voice going all deep and silky.

She bites back a shudder, hating the way her stomach drops as his fingers graze her arm. All that keeps her grounded is knowing the truth: Harry’s good at his job, nothing more. The only reason he’s suddenly become a skilled actor is that his career demands it.

Hers does too, she reminds herself firmly. And if she has any intention of successfully completing her first solo mission, she needs to get her shit together. Now.

Ginny blinks up at Harry, appropriately sobered; his eyes glimmer with mirth. As suspected, he’s only doing his job. Touch is just part of the assignment description. He has no way of knowing what it does to her— because really, truly, it shouldn’t.

And maybe if she keeps telling herself that, it’ll eventually come true.

Harry winks at Jane, tugging Ginny against his side. “My new wife and I had a long journey from the city! We were hoping to get some alone-time before tucking in, I’m sure you understand.”

Jane looks puzzled. “You— but it’s 5:43!” An uncomfortable giggle burbles from her lips. “You must be moved in by 6. Surely you’ve read the covenant rules?”

“Erm… may have missed that one,” Ginny lies. “There’s quite a few, see. We’re used to—”

But Jane shoves her fingers into her mouth, cutting her off with an ear-piercing whistle. Just as quickly, another chill races up Ginny’s spine. People up and down the street emerge from their semi-detached homes and race towards them, their faces in downcast unison.

They’ve all been watching. Waiting for the signal. Ready.

Ginny’s not sure how long ago the Department of Mysteries delivered the moving van and left it on the street, but the horde of random people aren’t fussed with the details, either. Within five seconds of Jane’s whistle, the strangers throw open the back door and begin an unloading process that reeks of military precision.

“Here’s the house key!” trills Jane, pulling it from her pocket. “Oh, and Petris!” She turns to Harry and Ginny, wagging her finger. “I’ll also need a copy of your car key, ASAP. We’re firm believers in the buddy system here in Arcadia.” She returns her attention to the stone-faced neighbors, who are now scurrying to the door. “This way, friends— right this way!”

“I— that’s really unnecessary,” Ginny says, bewildered, as people rush inside their new house, boxes in arms. “We’re perfectly able to—”

“Nonsense!” cries a man with grey sideburns as he takes a box from the back. “We’re neighborly here. You’d better get used to it.”

“Yes!” chimes another voice. A chubby man wearing a Polo and a golden necklace emerges from behind the lorry, hurrying up the walk. “We’re like a family here. We all— oh no!” He lets out a startled cry as a box labeled FINE CHINA topples from his arms and lands on the pavement with a thump.

He rushes towards it, face falling, but Ginny’s main concern is the box’s silent descent; she runs over, making a mental note to have a word with the designer of these props. Would something noisy and fragile have killed them? For fuck’s sake...

“Sorry,” the man says with a pained wince. “I’m just so clumsy. I-I promise, I’ll—”

“It’s fine,” Ginny soothes, dropping to her knees. “Don’t worry, really. We aren’t too big on dishes.”

Maybe if she keeps him talking, he won’t realize it’s bloody empty. Seriously, this is amateur shit. Luckily, he’s too distracted to notice.

The man offers a sheepish smile. “I’m Mike. Mike Snodgrass. You may have seen Mike and Jess in the resident guide, but erm…” He trails off, sadness in his voice.

Ginny cocks her head to feign confusion, but of course she’s familiar with Jess Snodgrass, 25, reported missing last November. Her photo’s been on Ginny’s desk for almost as long. Even now, Jess appears in Ginny’s mind with such startling clarity that she can almost see her beside Mike... all 5 feet of her, with curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and a lopsided grin.

Jess Snodgrass… Arcadia’s third missing person. The first to disrupt the couples-only disappearance pattern.

Mike shrugs. “But erm… it’s just me now,” he repeats. “I’m a primary teacher at Saint Julian’s, just up the road.” He nods to his left. “So if you’ve got any homework or school questions, give me a ring!” He pastes on a smile that doesn’t match his eyes; it’s an expression with which Ginny’s well-acquainted.

“I’ll have to remember that, Mike Snodgrass,” Ginny says, shaking his hand.

She immediately regrets it.

Seeing Mike Snodgrass on paper is one thing, but touch makes him human. His hand feels big and warm, his smile earnest and sweet; he reminds her so strongly of Neville that her stomach aches. Ginny breathes through her nose and focuses on the way his necklace — a medallion of Saint Julian, appropriately enough — sparkles in the sun.

“Like I said, I’m all alone,” Mike repeats, offering his hand to help her up. “If you ever need anything, Jenny, don’t hesitate to ask!”

Ginny taps her chin. “Actually, I do have a question! I reckon it’s just a rumor, though. You don’t have to confirm or deny.” She winks at him and leans in as a woman in a fleece jumper rushes past.

Mike’s smile widens, his face brightening… and ah fuck, that one hurts, because she’s about to break his heart.

“Mike…” Ginny murmurs, studying his expression. The more she says his name, the less he reminds her of Neville; she wants to keep it that way. “With everyone being so bloody hospitable here, how come there are so many disappearances?”

Mike stops bobbing. His smile vanishes as quickly as the former occupants of Jenny and Henry’s new home. When Ginny looks back into his eyes, her gut plummets with a sensation of wretched familiarity.

Because she expected sadness on his face… the same type she saw when he mentioned Jess’ name. Sadness she can deal with; sadness is painful, but she sees it all the time.

She sees something worse, though.

Fear.

And not day-to-day fear. This isn’t like hating needles or avoiding clown movies. Mike’s face is filled with the sort of wide-eyed, gripping, primal terror that seizes your insides in a vice. This is how you’d feel if your entire family were held captive in a dungeon, and a single word to the wrong person would spell their deaths.

Or how you’d feel if your ex-boyfriend were the corrupt government’s most desired fugitive… and you still fancied him very much, indeed.

“I… n-no idea,” Mike finally stutters, blinking. Then he sucks in a deep breath through his nose, his expression brightening again.

“So what do you and Henry do for work?” he asks in a booming voice, his grin now unnaturally wide. “We’ve got a carpool to the city if you’re interested. Reducing our carbon footprint is of utmost importance here in Arcadia!” He finishes by spreading his hands in each direction before placing them on his hips, that shit-eating grin still plastered across his face.

In another life, Ginny might’ve laughed. There certainly would have been a lot to cackle over, if she had the luxury of easy laughter. After all, she may as well be living in an am-dram nativity performance, complete with an overeager Joseph beckoning her to the stables after her harrowing desert journey.

Now, though, his reply only fills her with sad, professional detachment. Because fucking hell, how much did this poor man rehearse to get that line right?

She takes pity on him and snaps the bait. “My husband and I work from home,” she says, matching his volume. Someone’s clearly listening; it’s the least she can do. “You won’t see us out much.” Ginny brings the box to her hip. “And seriously, don’t worry about replacing the dishes, either. We mostly do takeaway.”

“No, let me bring you new ones,” Mike insists, his eyes pleading. “Tomorrow? Would that be—”

“What is this?” a voice demands from the back of the truck. Ginny peers around Mike’s shoulder. The man with the gray sideburns stares inside the lorry with a look of disgust.

“A trampoline!” Harry says, stepping aside as another neighbor races past. “We’re thrilled to put it in the garden, aren’t we, Jenny Cakes?”

Jenny Cakes. Is he fucking serious? Two can play at this game, prat.

“Indeed we are, Hen,” she croons, leaning into his side. “Jen and Hen.” She heaves a dreamy sigh and stares into his eyes. “We even rhyme!”

“Rhyming or not, this isn’t allowed,” the man barks, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’d have to apply for a special exemption with Mr Gogolak, but in the meantime…” He checks his watch. “5:53. Seven minutes. It’ll have to go in the garage tonight. I’m Oliver, by the way— Oliver Skinner.”

Harry gives him a theatrical scowl. “I’d say nice to meet you, but those who are enemies of trampolines are generally enemies of mine.”

Ginny bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but Oliver remains unamused. He raises his pointer finger as if to say something, but Harry gets there first.

“Onnnnly kidding!” Harry winks and claps his shoulder. “Hope we can be fast friends, Oliver.”

Oliver just glares back. “Count on it.”

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Ginny’s taking this whole thing very seriously. Not that Harry blames her.

Her voice echoes against the walls of the empty home as she paces around the sitting room, her camera flipped outward to record.

Despite his five-year Auror career, Harry has no real concept of what Unspeakables do. Which, he supposes, is by design. He knows they… know things. Secret things. Things you’d be happier not knowing. He also knows that Kingsley isn’t fond of them. Or perhaps it’s Attica Monkstanley, Ginny’s boss, who King dislikes in particular. Attica’s famous for her refusal to disclose anything — ever. This ranges from potential terrorist plots to her favorite type of sandwich. Thus, Attica isn’t particularly popular. After a career built on helping absolutely no one outside her department, the request for Auror backup on an undisclosed, top-secret endeavor went over about as well as a hippogriff stampede in a posh tea room.

Harry sighs at the blank walls of their would-be living room. King’s in charge now. Big in charge. He or Robards were the obvious choices to accompany Ginny — sorry, Unspeakable GW — on this mission, but when you’re Big In Charge, you call the shots. The shot King called was to pass the assignment to Robards, who in turn passed it to Harry; Robards decided he didn’t need to (direct quote) “take off a week from pre-existing assignments for some fake marriage, new-build village bullshit in the arse-end of Muggle nowhere.”

Admittedly, Harry’s in a bit of a lull at the moment. He’d been assigned to track and recover Yaxley, but that trail went cold on the border of Romania. Harry’s certain he’s just beyond their reach, maybe hiding in a cave, but seeing as how Harry’s not Big In Charge, his opinion doesn’t exactly matter.

Which is precisely how he’s found himself in this bland house in the village of Arcadia, pretending to be married to his ex-girlfriend… who, incidentally, he’s still hopelessly infatuated with, even five years after he ended things.

Because Harry Potter is nothing if not pathetic.

There’d been no realistic way to decline the assignment, though. Not that he’d tried. Seriously, imagine explaining that to your boss: “Mm yeah, sorry King, I can’t do my job because I still wank to the memory of Unspeakable GW riding my—”

Ginny’s narration jerks him from his thoughts. “It’s 6:15 PM on our first day of the assignment,” she dictates into her phone. “Auror Potter and I are secured in the home, posing as Muggle couple Jenny and Henry Petri.”

“Pee-tri!” Harry corrects, throwing his voice across the room.

He hopes he’s loud enough for the camera to detect, but he isn’t exactly brave enough to find out. Harry picks up their empty curry boxes and scampers into the kitchen without so much as a backward glimpse. He may have been forced into this assignment, but he’ll be damned if he can't have a bit of fun.

Her narration stops as he dips out of sight; if Harry were the gambling sort, he’d bet all the gold in Gringotts that she shot him a two-fingered salute away from the camera.

For some fucked up reason, the thought stirs something warm and exciting that lies dormant in his stomach. What’s worse is this feeling almost makes him smile.

No.

Harry draws a breath as he enters the kitchen.

As Kingsley’s told him several times, this arrangement is strictly business— regardless of his past with her. And in retrospect, yeah, the whole setup is an easy way for King to A) refuse responsibility himself, and B) put Monkstanley in a tough spot if it goes pear-shaped.

Harry pops open the rubbish bin. This is just the sort of liability King’s always looking to avoid, really, but— wait. He blinks down into the bin to make sure he’s not just seeing things, but nope… for some reason, the interior is divided into three sections, each in a different color.

Huh! Harry mulls this over before picking the blue bin at random and tossing the containers in. Maybe he’d know what each color meant if he bothered to read the covenant rules. Fortunately, he had much more exciting plans that particular evening involving Ron, loads of butterbeer, and a Canons/Falcons match from hell.

Whatever. Surely Arcadia would make an effort to clearly explain their recycling system if they really cared about the planet.

He returns to the living room just as Ginny’s providing a more in-depth introduction. “Right. I’m Unspeakable GW, badge number”— her voice becomes garbled gibberish, an extra level of concealment, before slipping back to normal speech— “and we’re here to investigate the series of unexplained Muggle disappearances in the village of Arcadia. As this may involve a potential escapee from the Thought Chamber, the Department thought it best for me to investigate. The Thought Chamber’s been my area of expertise for four years…”

Harry sinks into the sofa as she continues; he’s unsure if he should be sad or impressed that this is teaching him more about her job than she ever shared. Not that she did this for long while they were actually together, mind. Nonetheless, his chest flutters again with that stupid bittersweet pride as Ginny scans the room with the phone camera. All of this pageantry is necessary for her job, he knows. Careful documentation. Detailed recordings.

But for fuck’s sake, look at how much she’s done! She’s the youngest Junior Unspeakable in history, soon to become Senior, if this mission works out. She’s composed, she’s eloquent, she’s graceful. Another smile threatens to break through before Harry suppresses it; he just hopes that there’s someone in her life to remind her of how special she is.

She’s really dressed for the part, too. Harry’s certain that none of this is actually in her wardrobe. Seeing her out of jeans and a jumper is off-putting, but she’s done it so damn well. She once told him that most of her clothing choices were based on how easily she could wear them flying.

He swallows the sadness creeping up his throat. He doesn’t even know if she still flies, but she doesn’t in this outfit, that’s for damn sure. Her trainers are impeccably white, with a floral button-up blouse done up to her neck. She’s a bit like a young, beautiful Aunt Petunia; Harry reckons this is more or less the goal, but when she turns around to describe the stairwell, his eyes drop to her arse.

Shit.

He glances away as quickly, but he got a good look. Her casual trousers are rolled at the ankles, but they’ve done nothing to make her look… plain. Harry shuffles on the sofa, desperate for anything else to think about. Somehow, Aunt Petunia’s face still puckers in his mind’s eye, but now he can’t escape the mental image of her bent over the oven of 4 Privet Drive, only this time sporting a round, perfect—

“Potter’s here for backup,” Ginny says, returning to the sitting room. “I’m on primary investigation.”

Thank God; he sighs at the welcome distraction before remembering that bantering with her has always been an effective palate cleanser. So he does that, instead.

“Well, you know what they say,” Harry calls, leaning back against the cushions. “There’s nothing less interesting than the suburbs. Which is why I could never do your job, Jen.” He ends with a wink, resting his hands behind his head.

Ginny arches a brow, holding the camera in front of her. “And please take note, Attica, that the next time this happens, I’ll be the one to choose the names.”

She means it casually… he knows she means it casually. But something in her words pricks him. Irritates him. Wedges beneath his skin.

“Quite an assumption I’ll ever spend this much time with you again,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Shit.

He freezes. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, at least not so… bitterly. Once upon a time, he possessed the social graces to think before replying like that— but days of interpersonal nuance are long gone. They belonged to a carefree teenager with few thoughts aside from the next time he’d run his fingers through the thick, red hair that currently swayed in a long ponytail.

By the time he looks back up at her, Ginny’s face is filled with disappointment. And she’s closed her phone.

“I’ll have to redo that last bit of filming,” she says with a sniff. “But for what it’s worth?” She raises her chin. “You didn’t mind spending time with me in the distant, distant past, Auror Potter.”

Ha!

That was a tremendous understatement.

He’d been in love with her. Stupidly. Disgustingly. The first six months after the war were a blur of sex and mourning. They’d been so punch drunk and delirious that they probably used each other’s bodies more than either of them knew. He really thought they’d have a future, though… that they’d end up getting married and buying a house. Except theirs would have been different than this one. Filled with far more character and history and warmth. Their home would have smelled like baking bread and sounded like kids giggling and felt like a soft blanket on a cold night.

But none of that had anything to do with the way he snapped. So why bring it up, really?

“Sorry,” Harry whispers, tucking his hands beneath his bum. “That… I didn’t mean. I’m sorry. I just meant that we don’t see each other much, and…” He lets out a slow breath. Best to stop talking before he digs himself deeper.

“I forgive you,” Ginny says quietly. A full second passes before she offers him a smirk. “As long as I can still call you Pookie Pie in front of the neighbors.”

Harry blinks at the carpet with a sad smile. “Deal.”

[originalhybridloverfics]

Ch 2 Is Love Worth The Pain

Summary: Oliver meets a pretty blonde and is immediately enamored.

A/N: Sorry, I took a small break from writing. I've been caught up watching a new show. Sen Cal Kapimi. It's amazing and I'm hooked on the leads but enough about my new viewing obsession. I hope you like the chapter.

Oliver walked into the local coffee shop, his eyes taking in the occupants. There was an old couple in the back, a table of geeks near the counter more than one couple by the windows. His eyes caught sight of two leggy brunette’s sitting on a couch in the center.

Bingo. He walked forward just as the two girls looked over at him, their lips pulling into wide smiles at the sight of him.

He sent them his Oliver 'Ollie' Queen playboy smile, every intention of joining them with the intention of talking them into going home with him.

He had made it a habit of finding local coffee shops not far from campus to meet college girls and offer them a fun time. It was a great spot to pick up girls who wanted to have some fun.

He was almost at their side, when suddenly his skin felt hot, scolding hot. The laptop he carried clattered to the floor as he let out a surprise shout of pain.

“Oh, my god, I’m sorry.” The feminine voice that belongs to the person who bumped into him and spilled hot coffee all over him, exclaimed.

Annoyance flared in his chest as he looked down at his soaked shirt. “Maybe you should-”

He stopped, the words dying on his lips.

God, she was so fucking pretty.

Cream-colored skin, luminous blue eyes, long blonde hair with pink streaks, red-painted lips.

“I’m sorry,” the girl was saying as she reached over a table, grabbing a handful of napkins, wiping at his soaked shirt, her hands moved all over his chest and torso. “Please, tell me I didn’t hurt you. Wow. You have really hard abs.”

Oliver laughed in surprise. “Thank you and no you didn’t hurt me,” he looked down at his fallen laptop. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for my computer.”

“What?” Felicity looked down and her eyes widen in horror. “Oh, you poor, baby!”

Oliver watched as she knelt down, getting a brief view down her green tank top. When she stood back up, the girl held his laptop to her chest, apologetically. He couldn't help but look her over.

She wasn’t his usual type. She wasn’t a brunette, she didn’t have an ample chest or long legs. Still, she was the prettiest girl he laid eyes on, she was short but curvy and the black jeans she wore did amazing things for her legs.

“I never meant to hurt you,” the girl said in the sincerest tone he ever heard.

“You didn’t.” Oliver was quick to reassure her.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Felicity’s eyes widened, realizing how rude that came out. “Not that I wouldn’t talk to you because, I mean, you're hot and you have what felt like really amazing abs underneath your shirt,” her cheeks reddened. “Oh, my god, someone please shut me up before I embarrass myself further.”

“I rather like the sound of your voice,” Oliver grinned. “And hearing about your admiration for my body.”

“I really am sorry.” Felicity apologized, choosing to ignore her awkward babble. She opened his laptop to find the screen wasn't cracked, still, it was sticky with coffee and sugar. “Oh, I am so sorry.”

Oliver had a feeling she was apologizing for more to his broken laptop than him but he was never one to miss a good opportunity. “We can forget all about it if you make it up to me.”

Felicity’s eyes shot to his, suspicion clear as day shining in them. “Make it up to you how?”

“Go out with me?” Oliver said,  

“I don’t go out with guys I don’t know,” Felicity told him. ‘

“Then get to know me,” Oliver countered.

“And why would I want to do that?” Felicity arched an eyebrow at him.

“Because I could be a really great guy.”

“Are you?” Felicity asked.

“How about you tell me after getting to know me,” Oliver suggested.

Felicity gave a small laugh. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when I want something.” Oliver flashed her an easy grin but he could see that she was still hesitant. “Okay, how about I replace the cup of coffee you just spilled and we talk.”

Felicity nodded, slowly. “Okay, on one condition though, you let me fix your laptop? It’s killing me that I injured your poor baby.”

“The poor baby being my laptop?” Oliver asked amused.

“Obviously,” she ran her hand reverently over the laptop.

Oliver’s grinned widen. She was so cute.

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Oliver sat across from the blonde, watching as she worked on his computer though he wasn't sure how she was going to fix the fact that she spilled hot liquids on his laptop. He was lucky the screen didn't crack when he dropped it.

She was so focused and the way she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth had all his attention.

He wanted to kiss her, to feel her lips moving with his.

His eyes moved over her, taking advantage of her distraction. The way her green tank top fit her torso, it drew his eyes, and the way her jeans fit her was so fucking distracting but those damn luminous eyes of hers were going to steal his soul.  

Beautiful. Everything about her that he could see was beautiful.

“Are you going to tell me your name?” Oliver asked after a moment.

The girl looked up at him. “I didn’t give it to you already?”

“No,” Oliver shook his head. “You seemed to be more concerned with my laptop.”

“Oh, well, it’s Felicity.” she reached for her coffee cup but then remembered it was empty. “Felicity Smoak.”  

“Oliver Queen.” He returned.

“I know who you are, well, I know of you,” Felicity said. “Kind of hard not to, I started working at QC just a few months ago and the media has an obsession with you and your family.”

Oliver winced, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment about how the media portrayed him. “I’m not really like how I appear on tv coverage or magazines?”

“No?” Felicity arched a brow at him. “You didn’t pee on a cop car or punch out a reporter or have awful serial killer hair at one point?”

“Okay, yes, I did do those things- hey, did you just imply, I looked bad?” Oliver asked, tilting his head at her.

“Caught that did you?” Felicity smirked. “Just so we’re clear the Serial killer look was not a good look for you.”

“And what about how I look now?” Oliver asked.

“You're pleasing to the eyes but you don’t need me to tell you that,” Felicity replied. “You know how attractive you are.”

Oliver nodded his head in agreement. “But it never hurts coming from someone as beautiful as you.”

“Smooth,” Felicity replied, returning her focus back to his laptop and the task at hand.

“What do you do at QC?” Oliver asked, wanting to keep her talking, not caring if he was distracting her from fixing his laptop.

“I work in the IT department,” Felicity answered.

“Oh, so you do this kind of thing for a living?” Oliver motioned to his laptop.

“You could say that.” Felicity nodded. “I like it,”

“You must be really smart then, right?” Oliver wondered.

That was an understatement. Felicity sent him a smile in response.

Oliver wanted to learn more about her. So much more. That one smile had him wanting to know everything there was to know. “Let me take you out to dinner?”

Felicity closed his laptop and slid it back over to him. “I’ll admit your charming and hot but I’m not your type and I’m not looking to have my heart broken by some guy whose been with more women than he can even remember. No offense.”

Oliver was so surprised by her words he couldn’t formulate a response before she was walking away from him. By the time he recovers and ran out of the cafe door to catch up with her, she was already gone from sight.

He frowned and went back for his laptop, he settled back in his seat and opened the laptop to find to his surprise, his laptop was still working even though the hot liquid should have fried its system.

“Hi,”

Oliver looked up to see the two women before staring at him with flirty expressions.

“Can we join you?”

Oliver frowned. Before he would have said yes in a heartbeat but now, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to talk to them.

The two girls took his silence for a yes, taking a seat on either side of him. He forced a smile, reluctantly accepting their advances, his mind however was still stuck on the charming blonde he just met.

Felicity Smoak.

                                                    ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver tried to return to his usual pick up spots and go about his life like he always had, partying, making a scandal of himself for the cameras, and bedding any hot girl he wanted because why the hell not.

He was young, he was ridiculously good looking, he was rich. The world was his Oyster.

However, that didn’t stop him from subconsciously looking for Felicity in every blonde he saw. Comparing leggy model types to her small, curvy figure. Or looking for luminous blue eyes that can look inside him. Or lips that demanded his attention. Looking for someone who was the perfect blend of awkward, cute, and alluring when she talked.

He slept with women but it wasn’t as satisfying as it once was.

Was it possible to be so entranced by someone that they could change your outlook in just one meeting?

Was it possible for one person to turn your life on its head without even trying?

How could one stranger have such an impact on another person’s life?

After another night of not being able to stop thinking about Felicity, Oliver excused himself and called it a night.

He returned home. He paused at the foot of the stairs when he heard the tv in the viewing room going. He changed directions and found his little sister on the couch, eating popcorn, and watching some sitcom.

“Hey, Speedy,” Oliver greeted, walking forward. “What are you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Thea shrugged. “You're home early.”

“It’s after midnight, that's not that late,” Oliver correctly.

“I meant early for you.” Thea rolled her eyes. “Raisa says you usually don’t turn in till morning when your out with Tommy.”

Raisa wasn’t wrong but he just was not in the mood to pick up random girls or spend the entire night getting drunk. “I felt like calling it a night.”

“Do you want to watch tv with me?” Thea asked, patting the seat next to her.

Oliver moved and took a seat next to her, reaching in the bowl on her lap for a handful of popcorn. “What are we watching?”

“How I Met Your Mother but I’m starting to think it should be called How I Met Your Aunt Robin,” Thea said, her tone indicating her annoyance.

“Tell me about it,” Oliver said, leaning back against the cushions, propping his feet on the table.

“Okay, so the character Ted is supposed to be telling the story about how he met the mother of his children but instead…”

Oliver allowed the sound of his sister’s voice, and the television playing in front of him to distract him from his thoughts of a blonde with pink high lights, gorgeous blue eyes, a mouth that had no filter, and a tight little body that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Tags: @mariestark

I can’t remember who all wanted to be tagged for this so just remind and I will add to my tag notes so I won’t forget next time. 

[soft-dyke-omo]

all in your head - a supercorp omo fic

I’ve been working on this for weeks and I’ve daydreamed about working on this in intricate detail for months. Not betaed because I can’t stand to look at it anymore.

If this shows up in the supercorp tag even though I didn’t tag it - I’m so sorry, this is about Lena pissing her pants. Don’t look. 

It’s all in your head.

Maybe, if Lena kept telling herself that, she’d speak it into existence.

You’re just nervous. It’s your first date after all.

And honestly, it was bad enough that something as trivial as a date could phase her like this. It had never been like this before, she’d been sure the so-called “first date jitters” were a fabrication of the romance novels her mother had dismissed as mindless drivel. And she’d been inclined to believe her. Up until now, dates had been nothing more but a business transaction to her, and like all business transactions, she’d been calm, collected and aloof throughout. Also, like all business transactions, most of them turned out to be orchestrated by her mother.

But that was before Kara, before weak knees and fluttering hearts and -

It’s all in your head.

You don’t have to use the bathroom.

It didn’t matter now anyway, because at this moment she saw storming into the restaurant, cutting a corner dangerously close and almost taking a waiter with her, before she arrived at the table Lena had reserved for them, out of breath and beaming.

“Sorry I’m late!”, she panted, frantically pulling her blouse into place when she noticed the blue of her supersuit peeking out from beneath. There was no need for pretence between them, but she had to protect her identity to the public, especially when she was this bad at lying.

“Nonsense, darling. I’m sure it was important.”

“Not more important than you. Not to me.”

Well, and there she was, completely disarmed by the charming blonde. Checkmate in 3 moves. She couldn’t fight the smile that spread over her features, and maybe she didn’t want to, because she knew the effect it had on Kara. An effect that became evident when Kara just stood there, smiling back at her, for a total of ten seconds before remembering to sit down in their booth, across the table from Lena.

For a second, Lena wondered idly what her mother would think of her, sitting in a restaurant that had things such as booths and served a food item designated the monster burger. It wasn’t the type of restaurant a Luthor was usually seen in, it lacked the pricey wine pairings and the menu completely written in French. But what it had was a comfortable ambiance, and the glowing recommendations of one Kara Danvers. She’d take this over the stuffy, pristine establishments her mother used to drag her and Lex into when they were children any day.

A memory flared up in some part of Lena’s brain she’d long since thought buried, a memory of white tablecloth and important investors and feet swinging off the chair because she couldn’t reach the floor, not by a long shot and she needed to go so, so bad.

Bad memory. Like touching a hot stove, she immediately forced herself to forget, to think of literally anything else.

She took a sip of her wine to distract herself, a truly bad idea as she immediately felt a pang in her bladder. Fuck. She’d already had quite a bit of wine while waiting for Kara, not mention all the coffee she’d had even before out of a nervous habit.

“Are you okay?” Her girlfriend’s concern shook her out of her ruminations.

“I’m stellar”, she replied, her voice coming out a bit pressed as she crossed her legs under the table. She took a deep breath.

It’s all in your head. You’ve been in worse situations. You can hold it.

“How was your day, darling?”, she asked instead, hoping to shift attention away from herself. Kara gave her a dramatic sigh. “It was torture, Lena!”

Lena chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

And Kara did. It was very strange how Lena used to hate people who couldn’t stop talking about themselves on dates, but as soon as Kara was talking, she had no intention of interrupting her. Just listening to her was enough to brighten a stressful day. The waiter stopped by their table – it was hard not feel a bit triumphant since he had been sending pitying glances over to Lena’s table while she was waiting, insisting that her date will show up any minute now – and they ordered. Kara heartily recommended their home-made elderflower sirup, and just to make her girlfriend beam at her she agreed to give it a try. It was teeth-rottingly sweet and even worse, it arrived in a tall glass, because apparently every item on the menu arrived in a portion large enough to feed a small family. She gulped down the glorified sugar water while pressing her thighs together.

She could just ask to use the bathroom. She should just excuse herself, it would be easy, she never had problems addressing her needs, why was it so difficult now?

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been a bit squirmy...is the sirup that bad?”

She hadn’t noticed her discomfort was so obvious. She really needed to get a grip…

Get a hold of yourself. The memory reared its ugly head again, with flashes of her mother’s iron grip on her hand and an icy voice hissing at her to stop squirming, to sit like a proper lady, and to never ever interrupt like that again.

As hard as she tried to repress it, the common sense that told her to just go to the bathroom got drowned out in a chorus of don’t interrupt, don’t you dare interrupt, just hold it hold it hold it.

“I’m sorry”, Lena answered, her teeth gritted against a sudden wave of desperation. “I guess I’m just nervous.” The lie passed her lips with practised ease, and she immediately felt guilty. Even worse, Kara immediately accepted this.

“Rao, I’m so glad it wasn’t just me! I’ve been going insane for three days because I couldn’t wait to go on a date with you but I was also really nervous. Alex kept making fun of me because we’ve been going out for lunch for years, but it’s different now that you are my girlfriend.” She let out a giggle, and then added: “My girlfriend. I’ll never get tired of calling you that.”

Lena didn’t answer. She had to make a conscious effort to keep from holding herself with her hands. Somewhere far away she heard Kara talking. Lena tried to focus on her words, anything to keep herself grounded in reality, to stop herself from remembering. She didn’t want to relive the shameful warmth spreading through the seat of her pants -

A spurt. No, no, she must have imagined it. Lena Luthor didn’t wet herself, she had better control than that. She surreptitiously adjusted her seating position and froze. She could definitely feel wetness in her underwear. She swallowed, blanched.  This couldn’t be happening. A quick glance downward told her it didn’t show, yet. She desperately clenched her muscles. She had to keep from panicking. With a clear head, she would find a way out of this situation. She came from a family of geniuses, she couldn’t just sit there and wait until her bladder inevitably gave out.

She glanced around – thankfully the restaurant wasn’t very full today, or any day, really. Lena had the sneaking suspicion Kara was the only one keeping them in business. And in this moment, Lena was glad for it: At least nobody would see her sitting on her heel to try and keep from giving in to her desperate need. Her face burned in shame as she adjusted, trying to angle her leg correctly – the second she lifted herself off the seat, she could feel another spurt escaping, but this one didn’t stop. She immediately dropped back down, but it kept going, saturating her pants and the seat cushion below her. Four seconds later she managed to regain control, but the damage was already done, there was no way this mishap wouldn’t be visible to everyone as soon as she stood up.

She forced herself to take deep breaths. Maybe she could salvage this. If she could just hold on until they left, she could just cover the evidence of her leaks with her jacket – but it was midsummer, of course she didn’t bring a jacket. Desperation hit her in waves, made even worse by the feeling of her wet jeans clinging to her, reminding her of the helplessness of sitting on a chair that was far to big for her, the back of her skirt soaked and dripping onto the floor, silently imploring her brother to help her, and Lex regarding her with a warm, comforting smile and icy eyes before announcing to the table that little Lena had an accident.

She didn’t know whether it was the shame of the memory or the pain of holding it, but Lena couldn’t hold back a whimper as she lost another spurt. She clenched her thighs together as hard as she could, but she was leaking periodically now, the liquid gathering on top of her lap in a hot pool. Tears were gathering in her eyes. How pathetic and yet so in character for her to cry in front of Kara – oh God, Kara. She’d be disgusted, ashamed at being seen with a Luthor who couldn’t even hold her pee like a toddler…

“Lena? You’re worrying me.” A gentle voice, and an even gentler touch on her wrist spelled disaster for her. A jolt went through Lena’s body at the unexpected feeling, and without a warning her bladder let go completely. She could hear the muffled hissing of the stream hitting her jeans. And if Lena could hear it, that could only mean that Kara could as well…

“Are...are you peeing?”

Lena couldn’t hold her tears at bay anymore. She jerked her wrist away from Kara and buried her face in her hands, sobbing, not bearing to look at the disgust she was sure she’d see on her girlfriend’s face. Ex-girlfriend, she reminded herself. There was no way Kara would ever be able to look at her and see anything but a pathetic girl who pissed her pants because she didn’t dare to ask if she could be excused. And she was still going, helplessy peeing into her pants, and by now it was splattering onto the floor noisily. She couldn’t make it stop. Finally, after what felt like hours, the stream tapered off, leaving Lena sitting alone in her puddle. She didn’t move, she didn’t want to face the world. She hoped against hope that the ground would just swallow her up.

“Oh, Lena…”

Kara’s voice took her by surprise, she’d expected her to be gone by now.

“Are you okay? Are you sick?” There was a light touch on her forehead, as if trying to read her temperature, and the concern Kara showed her was all too much.

“Stop it!”, Lena hissed, turning to glare at Kara, who shrunk back into her seat. God, what was she doing, pushing Kara away like that even though she’d shown her nothing but care. Then again, she’d always been her own greatest saboteur.

“I’m not sick! I pissed myself because I’m a stupid, worthless -”

There was a burst of superspeed, and the next thing Lena knew was the feeling of soft, comforting arms around her.

“Shh, Lena. You’re not stupid, not at all. Accidents happen, baby. Let’s get you home, hm?”

Absently, she noted that she should probably be horrified at being talked down to like that. Still, as if the whole horrible ordeal had taken every ounce of her energy, she went pliant and let Kara lead her out of the restaurant and into an alley, cringing at the feeling of her heavy, soaked jeans rapidly cooling.

“Wait here, okay?”, Kara whispered to her, and in a flash, she was gone.

Gone.

Lena ran a hand through her hair. What now? The thought of her driver seeing her in this state was enough to make her feel sick, but the prospect of walking home in her soiled pants for everyone to see was even worse. She was just about to take out her phone when Kara reappeared in front of her.

“Don’t worry about Robert, he won’t tell a soul, he’s a good man. And I’m the one keeping his business afloat.”

Lena nodded dumbly, numb to everything happening to her. She felt spent and just wanted to hide in her apartment, never to be seen again.

“Come on, Lena, hold onto me.”

She realised what Kara was offering, and it was almost enough to make her cry all over again – offering to fly her home, despite everything that happened. Lena shook her head frantically. “I’m dirty...it’ll get all over you.”

“I don’t care”, Kara said, holding out her hand. Lena didn’t have the energy to refuse. She clung onto Kara as she felt her gently lift off the ground, closing her eyes and selfishly enjoying her embrace, the last she might ever share with Kara. Typical Kara, always putting others first. No wonder Lena had fallen for her as hard as she had. As they touched down on her balcony, Lena composed herself. She wanted to face their break-up with dignity – as much dignity as she could have in urine-stained pants and tear tracks on her cheeks. She let Kara guide her inside with a hand at the small of her back.

She closed her eyes. Best to get it over with.

“Thank you, Kara. I’ll be fine now. You can leave.”

“Leave? Do- do you want me to go?”

Lena scoffed. She couldn’t help it, lashing out had always been easier than being vulnerable.

“Don’t pretend like you want to stick around after what I did. After how I embarrassed you.”

“Lena, I’d never be embarrassed by you. You had an accident, they happen to everyone sometimes. I won’t leave because of that.”

Lena swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “I…”

She couldn’t find words for all her swirling, chaotic feelings.

“I need to get out of these clothes.”

“Yeah, me too”, Kara said and sheepishly glanced down at the wet spot Lena had left on her when they were flying.

“Why don’t you clean up in the shower while I zip home and put on some comfy pants. I’ll be back before you’re done.” Then, as if sensing Lena’s uncertainty, she added: “I promise.”

Lena peeled off her sodden pants and put them in the hamper, then she stepped into the shower. She forced herself to take her time in cleaning up, to get her mind out of fight or flight mode like she’d discussed with her therapist. They’d talked about her past, about flashbacks and anxiety attacks, but so far it had never seemed to help her in the middle of one. After an extensive shower she put on a new outfit, stepping into her living room and exhaling a breath of relief when she saw Kara, dressed in comfy sweatpants, sprawled out on the couch while some animated movie was playing on the TV. Her girlfriend – girlfriend! - lifted one edge of the comforter she had draped around herself in a silent invitation to join her. Without hesitation, Lena crawled onto the couch next to her and leaned against Kara’s shoulder.

“I’m-”, she began, but Kara shushed her.

“If the next word out of your mouth is sorry, I don’t want to hear it. We can talk about it later if you want to, but right now, I think you need some TLC.”

Lena agreed, and snuggled closer into her girlfriend, who in turn pressed a kiss against her temple. Lena relaxed and for the first time today, she let herself believe it was going to be okay.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

What’s wrong? (Tj Hammond) (Pt.2)

PART 1

Characters: Bi!TJ Hammond x Asian!Female!Reader

Summary: You're an overseas worker and is in a relationship with TJ, but people can't seem to accept the differences between you both even by financially and background wise. (PART 2!) (Read part 1 before this? Heehee!)

Warning: VERY Detailed making out but no tickling the pickle. Heehee! Cuss words. ANGST, SAD AND A VERY FURIOUS TJ HAMMOND.

Words: 4700+ (IT'S LONG AF AGAIN. 😂)

A/N: I love Tj Hammond so much? You can certainly see how I love him by reading this? Lmao. GO BE CRAZY WITH YOUR FEEDBACKS, TATER TOTS! Typos and grammatical errors may be a lot because English has only been my second language. 😅 LOTS OF GIFS IN THIS ONE! (Btw, Political Animal's plot has kinda been blurry to me right now because I've watched it last year. So, there maybe some changes if you'll notice if I have some errors about the story. Heehee. 😅 Or maybe not? I have no idea.)

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

Dedicated: @fandomgalcentral​

The whole boring but essentially interesting party was finally done. After all that argument you had with a journalist, and Tj being the knight and shining armor to scoot the woman off have ruined your bladder. With a lot of Martinis you took made you a little tipsy, making you all giggly and wanting to pee all the while.

In all honesty, you were kind of smashed. But, not smashed enough to fall on the floor with a pile of barf. No. You should keep your head straight before embarrassing yourself from the Hammond family.

"Teejaaaay," You clung your arm around his waist, hugging your boy friend as he was playing you a song on the piano in which you requested for him to do. He was too engrossed on playing, the relaxing melody making you smile. Your eyes turning into slits when you did and that adorable smile didn't go unnoticed by Tj as he was quick to take a peek as his fingers continued to play. "Teejaaaay,"

The guests weren't around anymore, they all went home and it was only you and him. Probably Nana in the dining room, drowning in more glasses of Margaritas since you could hear glasses clinging from there. You intently watched his fingers move in such a professional manner. He got it in him. Tj got the talent even though he hadn't got to play for months now. It was still in his blood.

"You're one sexy mofo," You suddenly uttered lowly, completely out of your wits, followed by a giggle that made him do a double take. Your eyes squinting on his face, closely staring at your gorgeous boy.

He ceased his fingers from playing. A snort wanting to erupt from your sudden confession. "Aren't you..." He paused, his shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh at you because he knew how emotional you can get when you're drunk. "Is my little noodle buzzed right now?" Tj peered down into your eyes, ever so lovingly. Never forgetting to give you that wild feeling inside your stomach, making the butterflies fly.

"No," Your nose was scrunched from his question. You? Drunk? Never. Was he hallucinating? When does Y/N get drunk? "You're hilarious, Honey." His eyebrow rose from your sudden sweet endearment acompanied with a dash of sweet talking.

Definitely buzzed. He thought inside his mind, clearly noticing the sudden urge of being confident with yourself since you weren't like that all the time. He knew you were conservative, quiet and only sweet to him not to others.

Tj held the end of the piano cover, gently dropping the cover before glancing at you who seemed to be completely confused. "What??" You voiced out your confusion. "That's it? But, I wanted moreee!" Your voice faded, turning softer and more quiet. "Because you seemed to be so happy playing the piano again," you whispered to yourself. "I loooove your smiles,"

To your surprise, Tj caught on to what you said because it wasn't quite quiet as you thought it would. "I've been happy because you've never left me when I needed someone to be with me the most," he stared into your eyes, a lot more tender than he used to. A small smile pulling the ends of his lips that made you coo like you were a crazy mother supporting her son.

"Aww," You actually muttered out loud, pouting up at him and he couldn't help but touch the end of your nose with his fingertip, making himself chuckle from how you scrunched up your nose once again. "Look at chu', Teejaaay. Confessing the love you have for a worthless overseas worker who happened to work in a bakery shop in the morning, and a waitress in a bar when she gets her nightshift--"

Tj held your lips with his finger, shutting you up before you could start your emotional rant that could make his feelings take a turn, the constant heavy feeling for how you were thinking about yourself. He didn't want to hear your extreme critizations about who you are. It pains to hear you say all those words when in fact, you never saw how perfect you are in his eyes.

"I know you're drunk, but don't start and upset me, Y/N." He whispered very lowly, a frown was now visible on his features which made you reciprocate his expression.

You sighed, keeping your eye contact despite of your 'slight' intoxication. Just staring right through him, appreciating the once broken boy in front of you, still in recovery. That soft look in your eyes made him glance at your crusty ass lips that made him break his frown.

Keep in mind to give Y/N those lip balms he uses whenever he goes out. He smiled, slowly caressing your shoulder, down to your arm which made you pout up at him. Resisting the way he looks at you were one of your weaknesses because you never did anyway.

"I swear, if you don't make out with me in front of this piano, I'm--"

His eyes glimmered then turned into small crescents as he chuckled, sounding so heartfelt. "Here I thought you were one conservative lady," He raised a brow, looking and sounding so sassy. Just like your sassy Tj that you love so much.

"Surprise! I'm actually not one right now," You chatted him up nonchalantly, clicking your head to the side with a naughty smirk. "If only you could draw me like one of your french girls while I lay naked on this piano but I'm no French and you're certainly no painter--"

Tj cackled out loud, alarming your intoxicated self as you jumped on the piano seat. "Only my Y/N could drop the weirdest hints to make me french kiss her on this piano,"

Your heart was frantically jumping out of your chest. Was it probably the effect of alcohol? Or maybe it was honestly Tj's damn effect on your whipped self? "I actually said IN FRONT of this piano, but I have no complaints about making out with me on top of this oh-so-sleek piano--" You emphasized, gesturing on the piano in front of you. Tj couldn't help but shake his head from how funny and adoring you were acting tonight.

"Jesus Christ," He mumbled as you heard him chuckle. A small insect that flew on your nose distracted your current state of mind. Blasè from how you naturally slapped your own nose with your own hand, making you groan because it hurt.

Don't think it didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend because it did, and he laughed even more.

"You're such a talkative noodle when you're drunk," To your surprise, you didn't see him stand up from his seat. "Tj--" And he basically captured you in his arms, instantly placing you on top of their piano that made all the heat travel towards your face. What if his mother sees the both of you in that 'thirsty' position? What will she think of you? Not that your mind could muster those things up right now because all its focus is on Tj and his sexy ass self. Nobody else.

"Eeeek! Tj!" You shrieked, shyly covering your lips with your hands, a smile never fading.

"Shut up," He uttered non-chalantly his next words stated as if it was a matter of fact. "That crusty ass lips needs a little dusting anyway,"

Your boyfriend and his sass. Thus, it was your time to raise a brow. "I am offended," He grinned, leaning in close, his cerulean blue eyes turning darker with the mischievous thought that he had in mind. "Preferably with my tongue," Tj added so smoothly before catching your lips with his.

You were currently in a whirlwind, with how Tj was kissing you? He was definitely a pro at it. Creating a world inside your mind that nobody could ever jump in. Just you and Tj. Your own little world.

Tj bit your lip, igniting a purr inside of you that made him grip your hips tight, turning on an imaginary switch that could make him go on and on, dangerously never wanting to stop. He chuckled a very low one once he got to lick your lips, teasing you which made you shuffle your legs and change your current sitting position. Boldly untangling your legs and propelling to have Tj between your thighs, making him oblige with no complaints because he was already used to it. Used to how you like him between your thighs every so often.

The way you tightly tug on his coat could define you as a cat wanting his or her owner for food. Definitely deprived and hungry for what Tj could give.

For you? He'll give you everything you wanted. Even the sun or the moon if he was being unrealistic.

"T-J?" You whispered, talking through his kisses and getting distracted by the sounds it creates from the way he was practically eating your face with closed eyes. Your hands instinctively took his face, keeping himself angled from where you could kiss him affectionately as you can, adding a little bit of tongue as you do even though you weren't quite used to it. Tj didn't mind though because he was quick to lap up your tongue back just like how you did.

Your spine shivered when you felt his fingers cascade on the side of your neck, clasping his fingers on your nape and keeping you there where he wanted. "You're," Peck. "the only," Smooch. "person," Bite. "who," A quiet giggle from the both of you "keeps me," Lick. "sane," Another deep kiss that drugged your kind soul.

A special drug that Tj could only effect you with it.

"The piano," Dougie sounded so done with everything, probably exactly exhausted from their engagement party and seeing his brother making out with his girlfriend certainly added more fatigue to the previous one. "Really, Tj?"

"God, I don't play the piano because you do those stuffs but Nana uses that for fucks sake,"

If it wasn't for Tj who happened to stopped the kisses, you guys wouldn't probably stop because you were too intoxicated and worked up to even know his brother was there. "A cockblocker," Tj backed his head a little, giving you space to breath. You felt him swipe the sides of your lips with his thumbs, erasing the smudge of your nude lipstick, paying no mind that his brother saw him making out with you. "As per usual," Your lover sounded unamused before finally giving his brother the attention he deserved.

"You guys..." Dougie gestured to the both of you before cringing, "were planning to...?" Tj nodded his head, his powdery blue eyes glimmering against the lights with euphoria. Definitely it was because of you.

"Yeah," He cocked his head to the side, playfully squinting his eyes at his brother and still sounding unamused. "Apparently, you're a cockblocker," His lips turn to a grin in which his brother has reciprocated as well. "Continuously giving me blue balls, Doug. You're the best," Tj added with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Nana's gonna whoop your ass," Dougie chuckled, tugging on the lapels of his coat to flatten it up. "Anyway, mom needs to talk to you,"

You continued to stare at the beautiful man standing in between you with a dreamy glint in your eyes, never cutting off your attention to look at his brother. Heat travelled to your cheeks with your gal bladder twisting in a knot though that didn't stop you from staring at your boyfriend like a high school kid.

"I need to talk to her anyways," Tj informed his brother with a tiny raise of his brow, his attention solely on his brother who walked a foot closer to where you were. "Is it about the dome? did something happen?"

"Nah," Tj shook his head and he could feel you tugging on his shoulder. Slightly shaking to get his attention. "Just something important that I need to talk to her about,"

Dougie nodded, not wanting to dig deeper because apparently Thomas didn't want to tell him the details. He briefly looked at you, and he couldn't help but smile. Entirely amused by how you were asking Tj for help to take you to the bathrooms because you wanted to pee so bad.

"Y/N's drunk." Dougie responded as he watched Tj help you jump down the piano. "Well, that's a first,"

"You didn't need to state to obvious, Doug." Tj muttered with a chuckle. Feeling your arms surround him in a tight hug while humming at the same time. "I wanna pee, I wanna pee," You repeated, sniffing your boyfriend's sweet, masculine, vanilla perfume that you love so much.

"Oh, God. I didn't know she's like this when she's drunk." He tried stopping his giggle when you tried your best to tiptoe and sniff his delectable neck. Humming from how scenty his perfume was. He emitted a snort, jumping as he giggled like a kid as he took his palm to cover your lips. "You're tickling me, sweetheart!"

"Let me peeeeee, Hammondddddd..Or I'm biting you!" You slurred and sounded inaudible. Licking his palm at the same time in which he didn't find it gross and kept covering your lips. "Rawr!"

"God," Dougie facepalmed, keeping himself pretty composed but he couldn't help but still chuckle from your intoxicated state.

"Jesus Christ! Okay! Okay! We're going to take you to the bathrooms and you're gonna have your wondrous pee time," Tj talked you through, his amused eyes staring down at you with a tender smile and glimmer. "Got that, baby?"

You were quick to give him a shaky salute, a giggle never forgetting to travel way past your lips with a wiggle of your brows that made his brother glance at the both of you before spinning on his heels to walk away.

"Sir, yes--!" You hiccupped, giggling in the process with your eyes turning crescents. "--Baby--Sir?"

                                               ✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*

"Thanks, mom. I really needed that discouragement,"

"Tj, you're being a little too head over heels with this Asian woman--"

"And now you're giving out negative complaints again even when I had a relationship with a man," Tj had his hands on his hips, seeming to appear stupified from all he was hearing from Elaine Hammond. The secretary of the state. A.K.A his mother.

His eyes were bloodshot red, emotions currently in a mess and thoughts were in a haywire. "Do you even consider my happiness, mom?" He answered back, standing a foot away from his mother.

"Tj, honey," Elaine sounded defeated, a loud sigh escaping her lips. "You know I do,"

"Then why do you oppose me of marrying her?!" Her son's animosity kept her mouth shut. What was the problem with his decision? Why was she saying no to his decision even though he was already an adult? Old enough to think through his decisions in life?

Tj couldn't help but chuckle in anger before hastily shifting to rage that made him spit accidental profanities towards his mother. "She's not a fucking congressman who decided to give up on me and those kind of shit!"

"You watch that language young man!" Elaine's eyes wanted to pop out of her eyesockets. They were not having this talk again.."It's just--" His mother stuttered, finding the right words so she wouldn't hurt her precious son. "What I actually wanted to point out is that it's too soon, son." She paused, taking another sigh when she saw him shake his head in disdain.

There had been a second of silence, waiting for her son to talk but Tj kept his mouth shut as he waits for her to finish her sweet scolding. "You're dating her for like," She thought for a second, counting the months that Y/N and Tj were together inside her head. "--a year? this was the first time we've got to talk again in person and this is what you surprise me with?" Elaine had a hint of distress in her voice. "A quick sudden marriage that you wanted to tie her up?"

Tj cut their eye contact. The floor currently more appealing to stare at rather than his unsupportive mother who found this very important decision in his life, very wrong for her. An utter mistake.

"Teejay, honey," She sweet talked, trying to make him feel better. "I...I just don't want the past to repeat itself, you know how it was when you dated Sean,"

Tj had his tongue poking on the insides of his cheeks. One of his defense mechanisms or ways to show that he was on the verge of crying. He puffed out air out of his mouth, entirely distressed from his mother's opposition.

He cleared his throat, emphasizing his words with some simple movements of his hands. Eyes completely irked by how things wouldn't go as planned. "But, she's different mom. She isn't like him. I've been clean for the past year!"

"That's what you said when you dated him back then," She deadpanned, reciprocating his gestures as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Mom," Tj sounded desperate. His eyes completely glossy under the incandescent lights. "I'm downright in love with her," He added, biting his lips as hard as how his mother's way of thinking was unwavered.

Tj choked on his own words, cinching his eyebrows as he added. "--And I've never been this lovestruck with a woman for all my life," her son paused, taking a breather. "I love her too much that it'll hurt if she lets me go,"

Elaine shook her head in disappointment. "And your solution for that fear you feel is to marry the heck out of Y/N?" She spat. "Tj, do you even have a single trust for her?"

Tj couldn't help but groan internally, roughly pulling on the ends of his roots as he stared at his mother, entirely stupefied from how she was taking everything in. "I do, Mom! I do! I'm just scared that it'll happen again," Thomas honestly spoke, voice turning softer from opening a wound that was already healing. Even close to being healed. "Especially with her,"

Elaine was staring at her son with pity. Tj completely looked like a puppy who was in need of an owner, a pup who was deprived from love and care. His mother couldn't help the tears from starting to form because how can she let her once happy son end up that way? How could she?

Was she really a bad mother?

"She's special," Tj added desperately, eyes bloodshot red. "She saved my life," He choked, sniffing to himself as he washed his face with a hand. Pulling the strings of his fragile heart in misery. "Saved me from all the suicide attempts that I wanted to happen," pause. "Saved me from caging inside my fears, insecurities and darkness that was bound to trap me till I couldn't find my way out,"

Tj’s Cerulean eyes were blazing with great dread and cracks that formed his soul. Confessing how he could be weak without this woman in front of his mom was giving him anxiety and hearing himself speak about Y/N was making his image look more delicate than ever. Yet, he gave zero fucks about it because when did his image became important anyways?

"Mom, I know she's the one for me," he croaked, swallowing the tight feeling inside his chest. A drop of warm tear fell on the side of his eyes, but he was quick to wipe it away a little roughly, blaming his soft heart because he was already crying. Again. "I don't give a damn about her ethnicity nor her race. I don't even care if she's rich or not because those things aren't important to me, "

Elaine Hammond got her tongue stuck in her throat as she saw her son in the verge of bawling his eyes out in front of her. There was more to his tears other than the fact that she was disapproving his decision about marriage. "All I care about is how she truly loves me back just the way I love her," Tj continued, voice cracking from his own words.

"Because that's what went wrong with the relationship that I had with Sean. Now, that I got everything in hand," he sighed, controlling the anger, sadness and disappointment all together. "Why would I even let her go?"

Was she really disapproving Tj's decision because she thought it was too soon for the both of them? Or was it because she sees him as her healing son who had his heart up his sleeve? Scared that he would actually break again and he wouldn't get to find the light anymore?

"Tj," Elaine started, shoulders and head straight as she was about to explain herself. "No, mom." her son cut her off, looking completely rigid. "You just don't want her to be a part of this family," Tj harshly spat.

"What's even wrong with her?" he was entirely skeptical at the idea of Y/N not being liked by his very own mother. It was much more dissatisfying when he heard the former president, specifically his father's who came barging in their conversation.

"Everything," Bud intervened and deadpanned, igniting the fire with more gas if that was even possible.

Tj could feel his nerves in a wreck. He was mad, frustrated for the hundred time because of his own family, especially towards his father. "We're not like you, dad! If you're worried because one of us may commit some fucking adultery like what you just did because I couldn't keep it in my pants--!"

"Thomas!" Elaine scolded and didn't let him finish his own sentence. She knew what he was going to say and there was no doubt that her son knew what his father did. It was not like it was a secret because it has been Bud's serious scandal back when he was still the president.

"So, you're teaming up with him now?!" said Tj, thoroughly upset by how their talk went.

"Thomas James Hammond! You are stepping in your boundaries!"

Tj shook his head in disdain, snickering from everything that was happening as of the moment. He faked a smile, a silhouette of another man coming from the kitchen. "Tj--" Dougie started, trying to understand both sides as he was hearing them out in the kitchen. The conversation was turning more heated and he knew if he didn't stop them then it'll get more nasty for the family.

"Even you too, Dougie?" his younger brother uttered, features getting hard and his cerulean eyes piercing through their skins.

"Fuck, this family is perfect!" His feigned laugh echoed through the room.

You were in the comfort room, currently counting the small pimples on your face, scrunching your nose when you've counted more than ten. Definitely not a perfect woman for Thomas James Hammond and your drunk self is pondering why he was still staying with you when he could've had proportioned models or even sons or daughters of known politicians.

Nevertheless, he chose to stay with you. A woman who got nothing but a kind heart to offer.

You were lucky to have him all to yourself.

Hush exchanges and deep discussions started from the living room. You can hear Tj's sexy, sultry rough voice coming from that certain room. As you were walking through the hallway, you've heard him sternly say things about how his family didn't want you to be part of his, like his mother didn't wholeheartedly accept you.

With Bud's words, it was a guarantee that what he said was finally confirmed. He really didn't like you for his son.

Yes, you were lucky. But, not for his family.

"Tj--" Dougie started to explain, but Tj cut him off with a harsh spat.

"No, no, no. No one really gives a shit,"

"Don't even bother coming to The Dome for its one year anniversary, go fucking throw all those invitations away for all I care!" Tj mumbled as he scrambled to his feet, he was completely drowning in his thoughts for you. He needed to find you because the room was beginning to choke him alive. "Even though, you all know how important you are to me,"

You were at the end of the room, hazy, dreary eyes seeing Tj striding across the room to find you. You fiddled with the lapels of his black coat resting on your shoulder. Basically, you looked like a drunk, kicked abandoned puppy who seemed to not be liked by his family.

A hug was all you wanted right now, and by the looks of your furious, teary eyed, healing Hammond, he desperately needs one too.

"Let's go, Y/N." Tj's warm, comforting hand grabbed yours. Roughly tugging you along in your heels. You were struggling in your shoes and by how fast and long his legs were. "T-Tj..Slow down, please?" you stuttered, alcohol running in your veins and it wasn't helping that the world was twirling in a vortex.

He abruptly stopped in front of their door, your forehead hitting his back with a soft thud. Automatically uttering a tender apology towards the latter. Tj spun in his heels, his long, soft, pretty fingers wrapping around your wrist a little too tightly. Probably because of his anger towards everything, yet you weren't complaining because you were too drunk to even retort. You were even numb from the alcohol and from the piercing words that went straight to the heart.

If only it was all but a dream..

"You guys are the fucking best," you heard Tj sarcastically spat towards his family who were shooting daggers at the both of you. They couldn't understand yet. No, not until they wanted to understand where Tj was coming from then they wouldn't get to.

They wouldn't get to because they've never understood him since he was in the white house.

Thomas James Hammond only needed love, understanding and affection. He just wanted to be loved. He has ever been a soft boy.

Y/N Y/L/N came along and gave him what he wanted, yet she wasn't downright accepted.

Just like TJ Hammond, and that was probably why they were good for each other.

Then the door slammed shut, vibrating their stunned souls. Nana revealed herself from the kitchen, a disappointed look on her pretty, aging face. She knew she liked Y/N's pure heart. More so for her grandson because she knew how he was whipped and ready to climb mountains for this woman.

Elaine's mother sipped on her martini, her voice cracking from age as she finally addressed the elephant in the room. "Elaine," she grabbed her daughter's attention. "You won't be getting to save Tj for the second time now because you've just showed how invalid he was. Y/N will." Elaine frowned tightly, trying hard not to roll her eyes as she was trying to process everything at hand.

Margaret huffed as she glanced at Elaine's ex-husband. "As for you, Bud.." She eventually snickered, twirling the glass in her feeble hands with a stressed out tone.

"You're a dick,”

GOSH. I LOVE TJ HAMMOND TOO MUCH. GO LIKE AND REBLOG THIS IF Y’ALL LOVE TJ HAMMOND! Sorry if it’s too long? Hehehe!

XOXO, TATA

[leiascully]

Fic:  Baseball Metaphors (13/15?)

Part One  |  Part Two  |  Part Three |  Part Four |  Part Five |  Part Six |  Part Seven |  Part Eight |  Part Nine  |   Part Ten  |  Part Eleven  |  Part Twelve

Not exactly nsfw, but mostly just talking while nude.

He wakes up to an empty bed and the sound of running water.  

"Scully?" he says, lifting his head.  

Her voice drifts in.  "In here."

He gets up, dragging his boxers back on, and wanders into the bathroom.  The tub is half-full of frothy water.  Scully is bent over adjusting the taps, wrapped in a fluffy robe.  She tests the water with her hand and smiles at him.  "Take a bath with me," she says.

"Sure," he says.  "Uh, I would like to, uh, pee first."  It's embarrassing to admit for some reason, despite the fact that she knows he evacuates waste, and he's definitely had to do weirder things in her presence.  She gets up and motions to the bathroom.

"All yours," she says.

He pees.  It's not the first time he's used her bathroom, but it's the first time after they've had sex, genuine intercourse that not even an adventurous Catholic school student could rationalize away.  He's careful with his aim and he even lowers and wipes the seat after, just in case, and then washes his hands.  When he opens the door, she's coming back from the kitchen with two glasses of ice water.  She hands one to him.

"Thanks," he says.  He is thirsty.  He takes a long swig while she fiddles with the taps and finally turns the water off.  She sips at her water and sets the glass on the sink before dropping her robe in one smooth movement.  She stands in front of him, unselfconscious, and there's nothing he can do but shed his boxers.  She's so reserved that sometimes he forgets that she's relatively practical about her body.  He assumes that has something to do with the years she's spent studying anatomy.  He takes another swallow of water and sets his glass on the other side of the sink.

"Shall we?" he says.  

She smiles and climbs carefully into the tub, tucking herself forward against the front.  He clambers in behind her and brackets her with his legs.  She leans back and the bubbles pop between his chest and her shoulders.  He lets his arms slip around her.  He doesn't know where the limits are anymore.  He'd rather be tentative than run up against some invisible boundary.  But they're naked together and in the bath with the smell of lavender rising up around them, so the rules have obviously changed.

"Mulder," she says, as if it isn't just the two of them, always.

"Hmm."  He lets his arm rub gently against her breasts and she sighs happily.

"Do you really want to marry me?"

He blows out a breath.  He can feel it deflecting off her shoulder.  "You don't mince words, do you, Scully?"

"It's expedient to get to the heart of things," she says, shaping the bubbles idly between her palms.

"Begin with a Y-incision," he says.  

"And yet you're still evading my question," she says.  

"The man I was pretending to be definitely wants to marry the woman you were pretending to be," he says thoughtfully.  

"Fair enough," she says.  "I hope the man I was in bed with wasn't pretending anything, because he stuck to the same story."

"It would be convenient in some ways," he hedges.  "I'm tired of arguing with hospital staff who won't let me see you."

"Mulder," she says firmly.  

He takes a deep breath and presses his lips to her hair.  "Yes," he says finally.  "I want to marry you."

"Why?" she asks.  "Aside from the convenience."  

"Because I fucking love you," he says.  He's frustrated and embarrassed and overwhelmed and lovelorn.  He never imagined confessing to the back of her head while they were both naked.  He feels soft around the edges, and it isn't pruning from the bathwater.   "I don't even know how long it's been.  I realized, when you were taken, but I don't know when it started.  This whole pretending-to-date thing was imaginary and then it wasn't.  Maybe it never was, for me."

"And so you proposed?" she asks.  

"I know how much this has worn on you," he says.  "I just wanted you to have a moment where you might feel like your life was falling into place, even if you thought it was pretend."

"That was kind of you," she says after a pause.  "Or at least intended well."

"You know what they say about good intentions," he says.  "But I know it's been tough on you, trying to be friends with them.  I recognize that."

"It isn't tough on you?" she asks.

"I haven't had a dream like that in a while," he says.  "The house, the family.  It didn't seem to be something I could aspire to.  So no, it wasn't hard for me.  I didn't have to pretend that I wanted to be your boyfriend.  Every week was like a glimpse of something I never imagined I could have, but I never wanted what they had."

"I see," she says.  He doesn't need to see her face to know she's wearing that serious expression, the one that refines the concept of gravitas, or maybe gravity.  

"Sorry," he says.

The water sloshes as she moves.  "Sorry for what, Mulder?"

"I don't know," he says.  "It seems unfair, that I was living out this scenario that I was invested in to a different degree than you were.  It seems like false pretenses.  You didn't really have a chance to agree to play along."

"Have you ever known me to play along when I didn't want to?" Scully asks.

He considers it.  "No."  

She snorts.  "Aren't you a profiler?"

"I play one on tv," he jokes.  

She turns, the water washing back and forth between them, and braces her hands on his thighs as she kneels on the floor of the tub.  "So," she says.  "Profile me."

"You saw your ex and panicked," he says, unable to keep himself from gazing at her.  Her skin is slick and flushed and daubed with bubbles.  "I provided a plausible cover story to alleviate your distress."

"Plausible why?" she asks.

"I'm a handsome guy," he teases.  "Not quite in your league, but it's a convincing enough match."

"And why is that, Agent Mulder?" she asks, her voice low and even.  

"Our intimacy is apparent even to strangers," he theorizes.  "Society doesn't have many models of platonic heterosexual friendship, and here I could but won't quote When Harry Met Sally.  Hence the tendency to mistake us for a couple, even a married couple."  

"And from where does that intimacy derive?" she asks.

"Whence does the principle of life proceed?" he quotes, striving for whimsy.  "We have a history.  We've shared a number of remarkable experiences, even traumatic ones.  It's made us close.  I'd hazard even closer than most partners in law enforcement.  I certainly didn't make out with Jerry or Reggie.  Or even Krycek."

"And?" she says, leaning closer.  

"And what?" he asks, extremely distracted by her approaching cleavage.

"You said yourself most partners aren't this close," she says.  "Despite their own remarkable experiences.  Why are you and I believable as a couple when other partners weren't?"

He shunts away any thought of Diana.  "I guess I'm not the profiler I thought I was.  What am I missing, Doctor Scully?"

She laughs, but it catches in her throat.  "What are you missing?"

He shrugs.  The bubbles rock on the surface of the water.  "Maybe our inside jokes give it that hint of verisimilitude.  I don't know.  I've nev...I'm not married. "

"I'm in love with you, you idiot," she says quietly.  

"What?" he says.

"I'm in love with you," she repeats.  

"Uh," he says.  

"That's not exactly the response I expected," she says, leaning away from him.  He reaches out for her.

"This is not the turn I expected my day to take," he says quickly.  "We're naked in the tub together and you're saying things I only imagined when I was drugged out of my mind, Scully.  I just need a second to process.  And maybe you should pinch me."

"I'm not going to pinch you," she says.  "Why did you hesitate when you said you weren't married?"

He sighs.  "I was engaged once.  To one of my other former partners.  Diana.  She didn't leave me at the altar, exactly, but she did take an international assignment between the engagement and the wedding.  In the year between losing her and meeting you, I threw myself into my work.  Spooky Mulder, all alone down in the basement."

He can see the pain in her eyes, the urge to retreat into herself, to swathe herself in terrycloth and detachment.  "No wonder you tried to keep me at arm's length."

"Didn't work," he says.  He catches at her fingers.  "Hey.  Scully."

"Sometimes I forget I don't know everything about you," she murmurs, not meeting his eyes.  

He kisses her damp palm.  "Now you know everything about me," he promises.  

"I didn't know you were in love with me," she says.

"I didn't know you were in love with me," he says, "so that's fair.  You talked such a good game about how much our friendship meant to you."

"It did," she says.  "It does."  She sighs.  "There was a moment in the restaurant where I was completely thrilled.  Even when I remembered that it was pretend, I loved you for doing that for me.  But it's hard to know that it wasn't the first time you'd asked someone."  

"If it helps, I didn't get down on one knee in public," he says.  "I barely proposed at all.  It was more of an agreement."

"But you gave her this ring," she says, looking at it.  

He nods.  "It didn't fit her.  Must have been a metaphor.  I got it sized for you."

She flexes her fingers.  "You knew my ring size."

"I like to think I know most things about you," he offers, "but I also believe your enigmatic nature is part of your charm."

She looks squarely at him.  "What are we going to do?"

"I thought we were going to finish our bath," he says.  "Maybe get all sweaty again almost immediately.  Decide where we wanted to have our haunted honeymoon."

"Planning the honeymoon before the wedding?" she says.  "Sounds like something there should be a superstition about."

"We don't have to," he says.  "We don't have to do any of it.  If you want me to leave, we can start again from square one or square whatever, whenever you're ready.  If you're ready.  We don't have to deal with this today."

She purses her lips.  "'This' being the fact that I'm in love with you and you're in love with me and it's possible that we're engaged despite never having actually been in an relationship?"  

"'This' was shorter," he says.  

She sighs and turns back around, settling against his chest.  He loops his arms around her and rests his cheek against her head.  It's always strange to be at odds with Scully, when all he wants when he's upset is to seek comfort in her company.  

"We could still get married," he murmurs.  

"It might not be the easiest thing to explain to my mother," she says.

"I don't know about that," he says, remembering Maggie's gentleness during Scully's abduction.  "But we could elope."

"If we did, we wouldn't have to invite Ethan and Jenny," Scully muses.  "My mother might forgive me.  Bill's wedding was enough for all of us."

"Or we could pretend none of this ever happened," he offers.  

"Are you going to walk up to me in a bar?" she teases.  "Introduce yourself, try to get a date."

"I told you, I'm not in your league."  He kisses the side of her head.  "We could stay in this bath forever."

"The water would get cold," she counters.  

"Then I guess we can mark that off the list of options," he says.  "What's left?"

"I think that covers it," she says.  "Either move forward or pretend we can go back to the beginning."

"Be kind, rewind," he quips.  "We've had a lot of practice playing pretend at this point."

"I'm not sure acting is my forte," she murmurs.  

"Once more into the breach," he offers.  

"That's a hell of a way to proposition a lady," she jokes.  She turns in his arms again, tipping her face up to his.  Her body is warm and slippery against his.  He shifts his arms to steady her.  

"I'm not the world's foremost authority on seduction," he says.  

"No," she agrees, "but you've got a certain appeal."  She stretches up to kiss him.  "As an empiricist, it seems to me that the only way to see if this will work is to try it."

"I've always admired your scientific rigor," he says.  

"And my breasts?" she teases.

"Those too," he agrees.

"Make me believe," she says, and kisses him.

[yourdreamscenarios]

When you get contractions during an argument

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“Could you sit still? You’re distracting me.” Jungkook muttered softly without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. Frowning you ripped yours away from the movie which was currently played and looked over to your boyfriend. You could tell he was pretending not to notice you, but he knew you were watching him. It wasn’t your intention, but you could feel your irritation level picking up because of his comment. As if you didn’t miss the times you’d been able to watch tv for hours without getting up from the couch, or read a book in any position you preferred. As if you didn’t miss sleeping through the night and finding a cosy way to position yourself. Yet, it didn’t seem as if he was slightly aware of that. “Oh, I’m sorry but just so you know, this is also your baby, remember, the one who’s pressing down on my bladder.” You sneered, knowing you sounded way too rude and there was no need for you to react this fiercely. But it wasn’t as if you could actually help yourself. You were about to pop, almost nine months pregnant and you were so done with it. When you had first found out you were pregnant you had been over the moon about it and the first few months you had been the proudest person in the entire universe. 

It surely hadn’t been easy, you’d had terrible mood swings, you had been really sick and in the end your feet had been sore and your beak felt numb. Jungkook had taken everything very well and had been very tolerant towards you. Yet, even you noticed that these past few weeks, he’d had enough. He was done with you bickering with him, craving for food in the middle of the night and demanding him to rub your feet. You were both ready for this baby, it was about time it came out. And even though you were getting much closer, that didn’t mean it was getting easier. Because as the days ticked away, the stress level increased with the both of you. Of course you were scared, not knowing if you’d be good parents, that you would handle this the right way. No matter how well prepared you were, no one could ever be one hundred percent ready for their first born. Trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice Jungkook muttered, “There’s no need to remind me.” Yet, the tone in his voice only frustrated you even further and you fully turned your body towards him on the now cramped couch. You had never expected that you would get this big. Just the thought of having to push this baby out made you want to freak out. 

“You don’t have to put up such an attitude.” You snapped, finally getting the reaction you had been trying to receive as he turned his head towards you. He wasn’t happy, that was much for sure. A deep frown was plastered across his forehead and he bushed his tongue against the inside of your cheek a few times before reacting, as if he actually had to keep himself in check. “I’m not the one with the attitude. And if you have to pee then just go, and stop wiggling.” He said, tugging at the blanket which had been covering the both of you so that he had it all to himself, leaving your legs bare. Immediately you could feel your stubborn side take over, a bad habit which the both of you owned. You thought of something to say, something that would piss him off and would make you feel better just because you knew it got to him. But he had always been the one who was good at the snaky comments, not you. “Well, you’re not the one who’s nine months pregnant!” It was the same argument you always used these days. You told him this when you needed something from him or when you wanted something done. You said this when you were mad or sad, or when he’d get annoyed because of something you did. Very much like this moment right now. 

Jungkook groaned, clearly thinking the exact same thing before hitting back the blanket and getting up. Immediately your heart flipped inside of your chest, because if anything, you had never wanted him to leave. You didn’t want to fight with him, not now you might have to give birth any time. Any new factor which caused you any more stress should be avoided and you had suspected him to know that. “Where are you going?” You demanded, pushing yourself up with some effort and wiggling behind him. He reached the bottom of the stairs way faster than you did, still, he seemed to wait up for you to keep up with him. His gaze darted towards you as he placed his foot on the first step. “I’m going to bed, I really don’t need this crap tonight _______________.” He stated, and you could actually feel your blood boiling inside of your veins because of his comment. It was almost as if he saw, since the regret about his words was written all over his face only seconds afterwards. “Crap? CRAP! This isn’t some kind of crap Jungkook! This is our child you’re talking about!” You roared, outraged. Your boyfriend closed his eyes for a second, either to calm himself down or to recollect himself. When he opened them again he still looked just as irritated as he had done before. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He muttered, but you simply sniffed and ignored that before spinning around and walking towards the kitchen. Anger was radiating from you in waves and even though you could hear him moan miserably in the hallway, he still followed you around the corner. “Why are you being so cranky? Are you hungry?” He asked, crossing his arms across of his chest as he waited in the middle of the doorway. Scowling at him you dug inside of he fridge and grabbed the first thing you could put your hands on, which turned out to be a package of cheese. “Not everything’s about food Jungkook!” While saying that you poured yourself a glass of water, hoping that the refreshment would be able to cool you down from inside out. This was ridiculous and the worst part was that you knew it. There was no reason for you to be angry and no reason for him to argue with you. It was just that your pregnancy had driven the two of you towards this point. “Then what is it about?” He threw his hands into the air, clearly using the movement to get rid of some energy inside of him so he wouldn’t use it to lift his voice instead. During your discussions these past few months he had never once shouted at you and you actually appreciated these fights much more than the ones you always had before you had been pregnant. It was almost as if he didn’t dare upset you. 

“It’s about my feelings! I look like a pig! I’m heavy, I’m uncomfortable and I’m sick of it!” You roared, and even though you had told him this a million times before, his look still softened because of it. He knew this was getting hard on you and he did feel bad, but that didn’t mean that he always understood. After all he had never been the one carrying a baby for nine months straight, so he couldn’t know exactly what it was like. But it would be wrong to say that he hadn’t been beside you during every step of the way, and he definitely deserved credit for that. “It’s almost over. And you don’t look like a pig.” He clarified, yet you only felt even more annoyed because he was denying the obvious. He was trying to make you feel better, but that wasn’t what you wanted. Opening your mouth you were planning on telling him this, but the only thing that came over your lips was a shocked gasp as you held onto the countertop for some support, causing you to push over your glass. As water ran down onto the floor Jungkook took a step towards you, clearly not sure what to do. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes large as he stared at the way you pressed your hand against the side of your stomach. “I think I felt a something.” You squeaked, not being able to tell for sure since you had never experienced this feeling before. Yet, it sounded very much like which your gynecologist had described, your first contraction. 

In the blink of an eye your boyfriend was standing beside you, his hands flapping as he thought about what to do. “Is it happening? Is…Are you…Should we…” It was obvious he was starting to panic and you could feel yourself get overwhelmed by the same feeling. This was not how you had imagined things to go, this was not how this was supposed to be happening. You had dreamt about this moment many times before, and this wasn’t how you had thought of it. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath you felt the painful feeling drift away, almost as if it had never been there and it had all been a part of your imagination. Yet, it was grifted inside of your mind and you knew you wouldn’t be able too forget about it soon. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt something that painful. “We should go to the hospital, just to be sure.” You muttered, grabbing a hold of his sleeve. You had heard from friends that they had once rushed towards the hospital at their first contraction, but it had been a false alarm and they had been sent home. But you didn’t want to risk anything, not now. You had no experience with this, you simply wanted to make sure that your child was safe. Jungkook nodded fiercely, trying to hide his distress as he pecked you on the forehead before turning around and sprinting out of the room. 

“I’ll get the bag!” He stated as he disappeared out of sight. Sighing you looked down on the mess you had made, but decided that you would leave it for what it was for now. Stepping away from the water you marched out of the kitchen, relieved now that the pain had subsides and you could move again. Maneuvering your way through the hall you walked towards the bathroom, remembering that you had left some clothes there. Even now there was no way you would walk out wearing your pajamas. So with the dignity you had left you hoisted yourself into your clothes and rinsed your face. You were in no mood to put make up on so you simply put your hair up into a high ponytail before exiting the room. “Babe?” Jungkook’s voice resounded from the hall and you wiggled towards him, noticing that he’d had the same idea as you. He had changed himself in some sweats and a shirt and was currently fighting to get on his jacket. The bag which you had packed a few days ago, just in case, was resting at his feet and somehow the sight of it made all of this seem very real. Next time you walked through that door, there might be three of you. That thought must have caused a sound to slip from between your lips, because in a matter of seconds Jungkook was towering over you, a worried expression lingering on his face. 

“Are you okay? Do you need me to carry you?” He asked, already stretching out his arms in case you might need them. But you sniffed, threw your hair back behind your shoulder and trotted towards the door. “I’ve carried you child for nine months, I can walk myself towards the car.” You said, acting much tougher than you felt. You simply didn’t want him to know how badly you were freaking out, one of you had to act as if they till had their shit together. You missed the way that Jungkook grinned at your back as he picked up the bag and followed you towards the car. He admired you for your strong act, But that didn’t take away all the troubles he had right now. He was going to be a father. He was having a baby. What had he gotten himself into? He felt euphoric and lost at the same time. And the last feeling seemed to be taking over as you groaned miserably and placed one of your hands against the car door, holding yourself up as a expression of discomfort colored your face. “It’s going to be okay.” He squealed, not sure what else he was supposed to say. He tugged his lips up into a smile as you glared at him, because he knew that despite your argument and despite the frustrations you had towards him right now, you were about to be the happiest people alive. 

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Act Natural | 2

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven

You didn’t exactly plan on dating someone you work for. But, now that it is happening, all you can do is keep it between the two of you – no matter how hard that ends up being.

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: secret relationship!au, fluff, a hint of angst

warnings: none

word count: 2.8k

a/n: woop woop, I’ve got a great scoop (yes I did just write a weird sentence to rhyme something, sue me)! I’m finally continuing this series and I’m really excited to hear what you think! I hope you like this :) Also, I’ll just say right now I have no idea what it’s like to be a makeup artist. I’ve tried to make it seem realistic, I hope I succeeded!

I’m tagging @nambewb to let her know it’s here, let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts or in any of my other writings as well♥

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You admit, although begrudgingly, that you’re starting to struggle with this whole ‘dating in secrecy’ thing.

Business continues as usual. You get up early in the morning and get ready for work, carpool to the company’s building with Yari, your friend, colleague, and roommate. You spend your day talking about and doing the members’ makeup, making every effort you can at hiding the furtive glances you throw Namjoon across the room, the fond smile you feel breaking out whenever he does pretty much anything. You thought it was kind of fun at first, dating in secret – and, in fleeting moments, you still do – but you’d love to be able to just hold his hand once in a while.

Today, you’re on the second day of a three-day photoshoot. It’s late, but the workday is nowhere near over. People are bustling around the set, all in a slight panic because you’re an hour behind schedule and you can’t afford to fall behind any more than this. You are one of those people, rushing to touch up makeup where needed, or change the members’ looks entirely when they’re ready to move on to the next concept. You’re pretty much running on autopilot, and you don’t even have much chance to actually talk to anyone, not even Namjoon. You haven’t even seen him that much today.

“I think you’re done,” you tell Jimin after a last swipe of your brush, leaning back to inspect his face. He waits for a second until you nod in confirmation of your words, then stands up.

“Thanks,” he says quickly, rushing back over to the set where they’re currently taking Yoongi’s pictures.

You sigh and crack your neck, which feels painful from having to bend down all day. While you wipe down your brushes as best as you can, you look at the empty chair Jimin has left behind. It looks incredibly tempting, especially because your feet have been hurting for the past hour or so.

You look around. Yari is redoing Jungkook’s makeup, and your other colleagues are focused on their own jobs. You can take a small break, right? Just sit down, make yourself look busy rearranging your supplies when, in reality, you’re doing nothing…

But someone else’s butt takes the seat before you. You huff internally, looking up at the person to send them a subtle glare, but a smile breaks out when you see who it is. “Stealing my seat, are you?” you comment, already pulling out some clean brushes.

Namjoon grins back at you, watching as you pick up concealer, powder, and eyeshadow from the table beside you. It’s an absolute mess, you know it is – but you can find what you need when you need it, and that’s what matters, in the end. “You looked like you needed some company.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “And they might also have sent me to touch up my makeup.”

You chuckle. “That’s more like it,” you say, leaning closer to inspect the spots where his foundation has worn off. “You doing okay?”

“Mostly,” he replies as you squirt some pigment onto the back of your hand to get to work. “Just a little tired, but who isn’t, right?”

“I’ll give you that.” Talking to him, even as superficially as this, relaxes you, makes you forget about your painful neck and aching feet. It feels like a much-needed breath of fresh air.

You’re silent for a while as you focus on covering his skin, touching up his eyeshadow. “Have you had a break since this morning?” he eventually asks while you’re working on his left eyelid.

You hesitate, brush hovering over his lid before you move again. “Small ones. I think.”

He frowns, eyes still closed. “You should take breaks once in a while.”

“We’re an hour behind schedule. There’s no time for breaks,” you reply softly, stepping back to see if the eyeshadow is even, deciding you’ve done a pretty good job. “Besides, you took my seat before I could,” you add, closing the palette in your hands with a snap.

Namjoon opens his eyes and tilts his head, eyes following you as you reach for a brush to swipe off some excess face powder. “Maybe you should take a break, then,” he says, voice low, almost a whisper. “Like right now.”

Turning back to him, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh?” is all you say, recognising the smile tugging at his lips – there’s definitely more behind his words.

“Yeah,” he adds, eyes fluttering closed again as you start to swipe the brush across his skin. “You know, I think I could use one, too.”

You can’t help but smile, though you focus on your work to keep yourself busy. “Is that so?”

He hums in confirmation, a smile teased over his lips. “I think there’s no one in the back,” he mumbles, intentions becoming clearer and clearer. Your eyes flicker to the people around you, who are continuing their work as usual, oblivious to your conversation.

You know you should probably take it slow for at least a week or two after what happened on your last date night. You know that sneaking off with him will only result in more suspicion, more close calls, more risks – but your tired mind just shoves that all aside.

“I guess a few minutes won’t hurt anyone,” you reply with a small smile, putting down your brush. Namjoon opens his eyes, smiling back at you, though he stays silent.

“Yari,” you call, ripping your gaze away from Namjoon. Your colleague is a few meters away – it’s a miracle she didn’t hear anything of what you said, really – and looks aside at you, her brush inches away from Jungkook’s cheek. “I’ve gotta go pee, I’ll be right back, okay?”

She just nods, turning back to Jungkook and allowing you to slip away, with Namjoon only a few seconds behind you. You weave through the different sets built inside the warehouse, making your way to the back, where it is indeed very silent.

Yes, you’re starting to hate this. You’re starting to hate the fact that you’re even having to navigate this collection of dark sets to spend time with him, you’re starting to hate the fact that your heart skips a beat whenever you hear a voice coming closer, and you subsequently let out a sigh in relief when you turn a corner and see an empty corridor in front of you.

Yes, it’s true that you’re starting to hate it. But when you find a spot as far back as you can go, you turn around and feel his arms wrap around your waist, lips pressing against yours before you can move another inch, and all the bad stuff goes flying out the window – there’s only space to focus on him. To focus on the musky scent that overwhelms you in the best way, on the taste of the sugary sweets he had just a few minutes ago, on the way he has you pressed against the wall, nowhere else to go but lean further into him. Intoxicating, that’s what it is, and you gladly immerse yourself in the feeling.

Until you hear a voice. It’s close, way too close for your liking, so close that your heart almost stops completely.

“Joon,” you mumble against his lips, pulling away so you can look around, see if anyone has already been able to spot you. When you don’t see anything and the voice eventually fades, you sigh and lean your head against the wall, looking up at him.

He just sighs softly, putting his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your hips to hold you close. You almost forget what you were going to say, too distracted by his touch.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” you say softly, your hand resting in the nape of his neck, making sure not to go up any further, lest you mess up his hair.

Namjoon hums, gently pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “When’s our next date, then?” he mumbles, lips brushing your skin.

You groan softly. “I don’t think we have much time off before the trip,” you say, sighing happily when he starts to press slow kisses along your jawline, your eyes fluttering closed.

He huffs at the mention of the upcoming work trip – a short, one-week promotion round abroad. “You sure we can last that long?” he teases, smiling as he pulls back to look at you. You just chuckle, shrugging as you avert your eyes for a second. Probably not. “You can always drop by my studio. I can kick out some people if needed.”

“We might want to meet somewhere safer, considering what happened on your birthday and everything,” you reply with a soft scowl.

Once again, there are some voices in the background, but they’re too far away to worry either of you. “We probably should, huh?” he says with a sigh, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can we do it at your place?”

You pout, slowly shaking your head. “Yari’s gonna be home most nights,” you mumble, hands resting on his shoulders as you look up at him. Even though she’s grown to be one of your best friends, there’s no way she can know. She works here and you simply can’t risk it – you would’ve told her long ago otherwise.

“Right.” He lets out a sigh, leaning in to kiss you once more. “We’ll figure something out, okay? We could always meet at my place and lock the door, hide you in the closet if anyone tries to walk in on us.”

You smile against his lips. “Don’t you have thin walls there?”

“I’ll soundproof the whole thing myself, if that’s what it takes,” he replies right away, pulling back just a little bit to brush his nose against yours.

You chuckle. “We could always –“

“Namjoon!” you suddenly hear someone call, the both of you abruptly pulled out of the moment – Jimin. Namjoon jumps back, arms dropping to his sides, while your own fly up to flatten your hair and straighten your clothes, just in case. “Namjoon, they’re ready for you! Where the hell did you go?”

You frantically look around for another corner, a doorway, any place you can hide until the coast is clear, but Jimin’s footsteps are so close that you freeze in panic, head snapping to look at his emerging figure as he turns the corner and comes to a complete stop when he spots you and Namjoon, his eyes growing wide, lips parting. Time just seems to stop entirely for a second, your heart pounding out of your chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

You look back up at Namjoon, who is still standing in front of you. A tortured silence falls for a prolonged moment before your survival instinct kicks in, and you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Yeah, your makeup looks fine.”

Namjoon frowns, but nods and smiles when he realises what he needs to do. Play along as if that’s all this was – a simple checkup. “Ah, that’s great,” he says, admittedly a little strained. Only slightly. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Both you and Namjoon turn to face Jimin somewhat robotically, ready to walk back to the set. The man himself, however, seems rooted to the ground, staring at you as if he’s seen a ghost. “What?” he inquires, confused. “But it’s so dark in here.”

You nod quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” you say with a reassuring smile. “I just, uh… I uh…”

“She wanted to see what it would look like under less bright lighting,” Namjoon quickly fills in. He seems to have gotten his normal voice and movements back, sounding and looking as natural as ever. “You know, just to make sure.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow together, mouth opening and closing as he tries to comprehend what he thinks actually happened. You hope he never does.

“Shall we get back to set, then?” you say quickly, before Jimin can say anything else. “We’re still behind schedule, so we really should hurry.”

Namjoon hums in agreement and somehow unfreezes Jimin, who follows you with a dazed expression. When you get back to the more crowded part of the set, no one really sees you enter – it’s just Namjoon they pay attention to, something you’re incredibly glad for.

You return to your spot at the makeup tables, watching over your shoulder as Namjoon steps onto the set and starts to pose for his pictures. It takes you a while to realise you’re actually staring, though you quickly look away when you do, clearing your throat and focusing on your supplies while Yari busies herself with Seokjin’s makeup. The chair beside you is empty, but you don’t really care to sit in it – all you know is that you have to hide the redness you feel blossoming on your cheeks.

When you feel like you’ve sufficiently suppressed the blush, you look back up, looking around to see if you can do something anywhere – and then your eye catches Yoongi’s.

He’s sitting across the room, arms crossed and slouched in a chair off to the side, and you know he would’ve been napping in any other situation. But his eyes are open and he’s looking straight at you, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. All the background noise – the camera shutter going off again and again, the staff murmuring around you, the soft music that’s playing underneath all of it – it all seems to fade away as you quickly avert your eyes, biting on the inside of your cheek as you fumble with the palettes and brushes in front of you.

Yoongi hasn’t said anything since he saw you hiding under Namjoon’s desk on his birthday, nor has he given off any signal that he even saw anything. You were starting to think that it was just your imagination, that you just got really lucky.

But apparently, you were wrong. And you don’t know what to think of it.

Your eyes are drooping when you’re finally in the car back home. It’s incredibly late and the sky is pitch black, with only the moon and the stars up in the sky to provide you with natural light, the harsh street lanterns making you squint. Yari is in the driver’s seat next to you, sipping on what she promised is her last cup of coffee of the day, just to get the two of you home.

Silence hangs over the two of you, both deep in your own thoughts. The heating is on, which probably doesn’t help much with your tiredness, but neither of you saw any other way to combat the cold night air.

Your phone chimes lightly. The sound is shrill, cuts through the soft music Yari has picked, and pulls you out of your daze with a jolt.

J💕

[22:53] I’m going to bed now, hope you get home safe [22:53] I saw Yari walking around with coffee though so you’re probably fine😂 [22:54] Oh, and I was thinking we should take a whole lunch break tomorrow😏 [22:54] You know, for our next date

Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you lower your phone for a split second, then raise it to eye height again, and you’re grinning stupidly as you type out a reply.

J💕

[22:55] I will, sleep well💕 [22:55] Hmmmmmm, should we👀

Yari glances aside at you with narrowed eyes. “What’s with you?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you manage to keep your pokerface. “Oh, nothing,” you reply all too eagerly, putting down your phone much too pointedly. “Social media and stuff.”

“What?” Yari asks with an amused smile teased over her lips. “What kind of memes are you not showing me?”

“They’re not memes, just uh…” You pause, running through all the possible excuses you could give, though your tired mind is much too slow for your liking. “Just Facebook. My mom posted a baby picture of me,” you reply finally, letting out a breath – at least you got something believable.

Yari chuckles. “I didn’t know you could smile about that stuff. You usually hate it.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of formally protesting in the family chat,” you joke, and Yari’s caffeine-induced mind seems satisfied enough to simply laugh, letting the conversation go.

Incredibly relieved, you lean back into your seat and look ahead at the road. You only spare your phone one last glance before shutting it down and preventing any more reckless texting – and even that one glance puts you in danger of smiling like an idiot.

J💕

[22:56] Y [22:56] E [22:56] S [22:56] !! [22:57] 💕❤️💖💗💓💕💖

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a/n: thanks for reading, I really hope you liked it!! I’m really excited to write more of this series, I have some fun stuff in mind hehehe :)) Let me know what you thought and what you might want to see next, I’d love to hear from you! Have a great day/night wherever you are♥

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ncfan listens to The Magnus Archives: S1 EP022 (’Colony’), EP023 (’Schwartzwald’), & EP024 (’Strange Music’)

In which a lot of plot material is dropped on us.

No spoilers past Season 1, please!

EP 022: ‘Colony’

- So we’re back from where ‘Freefall’ left off, with Martin retelling his close encounter with Jane Prentiss. What happened with the container full of worms that he presumably brought into the Archives, I don’t know.

- Jonathan’s silence after Martin says he can vouch for his sanity is so awful it winds up being hilarious.

- Martin picked up on the same thing that I picked up on the first time I listened to ‘Arachnophobia’—namely that the description of the worms rings a bell.

- It says something about how sketchy the Archives has become to me even at this point that I didn’t bat an eye that Martin regarded breaking and entering an acceptable part of “due diligence.”

- “I get closer, and I see that it looks more like a worm of some sort, maybe an inch long, with a silver, segmented body that goes black at one end, almost like it’s been burned.” This is a description of the worm. It stood out to me, and I’ll explain why at the end of the section.

- I wonder—did the edges of Martin’s shadow move because worms were moving in it, or does proximity to the Flesh Hive (or a host of the Flesh Hive) by itself have that effect?

- Oh, Martin, Jonathan didn’t once think about it in terms of you having disappeared.

- Because I have a slightly dirty mind, I assume Jane Prentiss was naked under that coat. Obviously, the holes in her body and the general state of decay her body was in would have distracted from that. Those images from Planet Earth of different species of cordyceps growing out of different species of animal corpses is firmly impressed upon my mind.

- I wonder how much of Jane’s mind is even left at this point. Like, by the season finale, I can only assume that she’s dead and the Flesh Hive is running around with her corpse, but was she even properly alive anymore at this point? I honestly don’t know.

- If I’d been trapped in my home by Jane Prentiss and the worms for thirteen days, I would have been screwed. Like Martin, I keep upwards of a week’s worth of food on hand, but a lot of my stuff is frozen. Also, since we live out in the middle of nowhere, if we lose power, we also lose running water, and about the only thing I drink anymore is water.

- I imagine Martin doesn’t want to think about it (and who could blame him?), but I wonder if, while Jane and the worms were stalking Martin’s home, any of his neighbors tried to stop by. Or any of their pets. Does Martin have pets? (Did he have pets?)

- It’s a testament to how seriously Jon takes Jane Prentiss that he isn’t nasty to Martin at all after he’s done making his statement, that he volunteers to ask Elias to hire extra security, and goes so far as to offer Martin the use of a room in the Archives until the danger’s passed.

- Martin’s stunned stammering when Jon says all this is kinda heartbreaking.

- “Keep him. We have had our fun.” Y I K E S.

- Now, I talk about the worms—namely, the description of the worms, and why it stood out to me that these worms, the manifestation of an entity that hates the Magnus Institute, look the way they do.

Let me tell you about the silverfish. The silverfish is a small insect, ranging in size from half an inch to one inch long. It has a silver, segmented body that’s darker at the head, and it looks like this:

It doesn’t look exactly like the worms. It has legs and antennae; it’s not a worm at all. The funny thing about the silverfish, however, is that it’s the bane of many an archive in a humid climate, because among other things, one of its favorite things to eat is paper. I wonder if this was an intentional choice on Jonny Sims’s (the writer’s) part.

EP 023: ‘Schwartzwald’

- This is my favorite of the set I’m doing today, and it’s one of my favorites of Season 1. It’s just so lovely.

- So, was Jonah Magnus of German descent? Von Closen remarks upon his very strong opinions about the German confederation, and I get the impression that it is (or was, or possibly still is) much in use as a Germanic and a Scandinavian given name and surname.

- I listen to von Closen’s description of the Black Forest, and I wonder how it compares to the forests I know. I’d believe that the trees are taller, but the forests here are very dense, and the undergrowth can make them very difficult to navigate.

- I’d say finding a cemetery in the middle of the woods is incredibly creepy, but old, small family burial plots are so common in the South that it’s not out of the question that you’d stumble across one if you started walking across the backwoods in a really rural area. You can see a lot of them in farmland, far from the road at the tree line. My family’s old burial plot is in a cow pasture. One of the raised tombs is broken.

- Okay, I’ve read enough ghost stories to know that when a creepy old man tells you it’s dangerous to do the thing, that’s your signal to turn right back around and forget about doing the thing. From a more practical standpoint, even discounting supernatural elements, you shouldn’t do exploration of the kind von Closen is doing by yourself, because of the risk of being injured so far from civilization is a very real one, and it’s worse if you’re by yourself.

- And we have an intermission with Martin! And it turns out that Jonathan has been coming to the Archive well before seven in the morning for a while. Yeah, that’s not unhealthy at all.

- I would not be surprised if the books von Closen found in the mausoleum are of the same class of book as Jurgen Leitner’s stuff. Most of them were damaged past the capacity to read them, and the world is a better place for it. The fact that the one book he took away from the mausoleum is unaccounted for is… worrisome.

- A wall seemingly made of (probably evil) books molded together is a nice, evocative image.

- More eye imagery.

- The fact that the book von Closen found was probably in Arabic is kinda funny to me, because in Lovecraftian lore, the author of the Necronomicon was Arabic, and I think that’s the original language of the text.

- The text on the coin von Closen found, “Für de stille,” made the recording go staticky. It’s German for ‘For the silence’, if Google Translate can be trusted, and yeah, I know that’s a tall order.

- The date on the coin, 1279, is the year Ulrich II, Count of Württemberg, died. He was twenty-five.

- And now we get a story behind the creepy mausoleum. ‘Johann’s steps’ seems to carry on a long tradition of egregiously risky childhood games. And, indeed, what was it they were seen by?

- I can’t tell if Johann von Württemberg is supposed to be a historical figure or not.

- I love the detail about the old man being able to see despite having no eyes, and his head jerking up like a hunting dog’s responding to a signal. It so effectively signals that the only human thing about him is his appearance.

- The stinger is great—apparently this friend of Jonah Magnus’s nephew is the ancestor of another collector of the arcane, Mary Keay, and her son, Gerard Keay. Mary’s birth date struck me, though, the fact that she was born in 1924. Gerard was described as being in his late teens, so somewhere between seventeen and nineteen, in 2002 (‘Old Passages’)—I’d assume the reason Dominic Swain assumed him to be in his late thirties ten years later in ‘Page Turner’ was down to rough living. That means that Mary would have had to have been in her late fifties or even her early sixties when Gerard was born. It’s not impossible for a woman to have a child (and apparently her first) at that age, it’s just extremely rare.

EP 024: ‘Strange Music’

- I’m like Leanne; I’m not scared of clowns, but I don’t think they’re all that funny, either. Dolls can occasionally be creepy, but for the most part, they’re not—at least, not by themselves.

- Budel is a town in the Netherlands, it turns out.

- A loft is an… interesting place to keep something like a calliope organ. The fact that the organ and the steamer trunk full of mutilated dolls are the only things in the loft makes me think that Nikolai was hiding them there, like he couldn’t get rid of them but wanted to forget they were there.

- One does wonder how exactly the broken calliope organ played.

- The clown doll sounds like a Pierrot-style doll. I think the clown doll from Poltergeist was like that as well.

- The only way I have ever heard Calliope pronounced is “Cuh-LIE-oh-pee.” I’ve never heard it pronounced “Call-ee-OH-pee,” and I’ve certainly never heard it pronounced “Call-ee-ohp.” Who exactly pronounces it “Call-ee-ohp?”

- “Faster, faster” sounds vaguely demonic in origin. Just something about how frantically fast it is and how completely carried away Leanne gets while playing it, how lost in the music she gets. That and the fact that playing it immediately gets the clown doll’s attention.

- Wonder what Josh did that proved him to be “just another asshole.” From the context, it sounds like he cheated on Leanne or stole from her or something like that.

- I also wonder what it was that made the entity of the episode decide to target Josh and not Leanne. I really doubt it respects the fact that she’s the granddaughter of the person who owned the calliope organ.

- And some sinister delivery men (gee, I wonder who it could be, she says sarcastically) broke into Leanne’s house just to get at the organ and the trunk.

- And it turns out Leanne’s grandfather Nikolai Dennikin was an organist for a creepy circus called the Circus of the Other. Given that name, ‘Circus of the Other’, I expect that to come up again.

- And the stinger of this episode is that the sinister calliope organ has somehow ended up in the Archives’ artifact storage room. Which is a good stinger, I’ll admit.

[lilchangbinnie]

Fic Recs 2 ❀

So, i made a part 2 because the original post was getting a bit long with all the other recommendations i added so here’s a continuation to that. And i’ll keep adding as time goes by. Enjoy muchachitos y muchachitas xoxo

mixtape (M) - @jungblue

college au, your favorite podcaster suga suggests some rather risque ways that could help on studying and in desperate need for good grades you follow his advice but who would’ve known he himself would be helping you personally, really good, also has a splash of hoseok which is lovely

careless whisper - @fuckmeupexo

dancer!kai, he needs help with a slow duet and lucky for him, you’re willing to teach him some latin dance moves or more specifically bachata

money shot (M) - @kingdomtae

pornstar!yoongi, you get the chance to film with the famous pornstar min yoongi, smut smut smut, n u t, I'm sorry but like fuck just read it

wicked (M) - @taelaxies

you and your group of friends are used to daring eachother and this time it was you who got dared into doing something you didn’t want to do and jimin takes this to his advantage, jimin being a little shit is also included

adroit (M) - @sehunsuniverse

kai may have indirectly set you up with a cute coworker named Baekhyun after your ex jackson showed up to the office drunk and you need a ride on baek’s dick back home

so I heard you like bad boys - @taechubs

bestfriend!yoongi, him trying to be a bad boy because you supposedly like that type, cute shit

law suit (M) - @taelaxies

lawyer!jin, you want to divorce your future ex husband yoongi for being a cheating ass and your bestfriend sends a sexy lawyer to help you in more ways than one 

the problem with wanting (M) - @yehet-me-up

kyungsoo can’t help but get distracted when chanyeol suddenly hires someone like you in their pizzeria, fluff but also a bit of smut, part of the exodus mall and I really recommend reading the rest of the series, it’s great!

 damn the delivery boy. - @deerguk

the journey of having a baby with jungkook the pizza delivery boy, also him calling the baby “pizza” a lot

up and down - @craft-rose

it starts with going to the woods alone to pee and somehow you end up getting close with the person you least expected from your group of friends camping, a cute hobi fanfic

snap decision (M) - @noona-la-la-la

your ex is giving you a hard time when he publicly shows off after the break up and jimin just wants to help you destroy his ego, and also have a good time while you’re at it

new rules (5/? part series) - @tayegi

jeon jungkook the infamous fuckboy on campus sent you a friend request and that’s the very simple thing that unravels a sequence of problematic events, much smut and also humor

close up (M) - @8bityeol

chanyeol notices that you’re wearing his shirt and can’t help but capture the moment and also get sexual at the early time of day

serendipity (M) - @rohobi

jungkook invites you to se movies but forgets to click off the porn video he was watching earlier and since you aren’t very sexually experienced, it sparks various questions that lead to clothes being taken off

like stars - @yeolology

50′s!au, richboy!chanyeol, working at a fancy restaurant for the rich, you watch them as you play the piano and a certain boy with a different mind from the rest begins to watch you, this was so 

candy canes - @3kpop2jagi1

coworker!junmyeon, you get stuck in the elevator with the rumoured fuckboy juicer guy that everyone just so happens to like, except for you

switch (3/3 part series) - @min-yoonyi-fic

sub!yoongi, you’re dared to switch roles, its kinky but the good kind, lots of teasing so I'm on board thankyouverymuch

tanked - @yeolology

petstore!au, you needed help with your new pets and who knew “the fish guy” with fish puns on his shirt would be so cute and charming? kai fanfic~

game is life! (M) - @parkjammins

gamer!jungkook, your neighbor asks you to look after his brother while he’s away and in a span of five days your neighborly relationship with jungkook changes, wink wink

the leather loafers - @jimlingss

prince!jin, this is basically like a Cinderella story parody, it’s so funny and cute and kinda angst for a second, just read it, its great

torque (M) - @bread-jinie

stuntdriver!au, “as a stunt driver, you’re used to seeing men come to the track looking for a quick, easy high, but in chanyeol, you never expected to find your equal“

bad intentions (M) - @idolimagines

vampire!taeyong, you have a week to kill and drink the blood of the pure boy Jung Jaehyun before Taeyong kills him himself but do you really want to kill him? a two part series~

simply.cute97 (M) - @byleo

camboy!jungkook, camgirl!reader, domjeon09 was your highest tipper in your last show and now you have to fulfill any request he sends your way, hot shit, just imagining him being a camboy fucks me up

badboy!yoongi - @kthartics

gang!au, bad things happen as soon as you befriend bad boy Min Yoongi, I don’t know what the hell is happening here, no one dies btw, 0% angst 50% puppy love, hilarious, plz read!

stuffed pumpkin (M) - @floralseokjin

it’s Halloween and all you wanted was to have the guy you liked to noticed you but your friend jungkook thinks different of him and ends up giving you a night to remember... while he’s dressed as the grim reaper and you’re dress as a pumpkin

Updated! (7/04/18)

feedback (M) - @yminie

v x reader x jhope, your bestfriends help you learn how to give blowjobs, porn with a plot, t h r e e s o m e  m a t e r i a l

inheritance (6/6 part series) - @rbuns

cathybrid!yoongi, as a last will your grandmother has left you her things along with her hybrid for you to take care of and look after but are you prepared for what comes with all it?, ansty at times but fluffy too

monsters series masterlist (M) - @mint-yooxgi

yandere!exo, a series of different oneshots for every exo member, if my memory doesn’t fail all of them have smut or most atleast, kinda scary but kinda hot also

date in a box - @jimlingss

he called and you came to rescue, it was your job after all, but what if after so many dates your client want to date you?, jungkook fluff!!!!!

pink (M) - @soobadnoonecanstopher

neighbor!sehun, your neighbor and employee of adult store ends up helping you pick out a toy thanks to your drunk friend, sehun is my bias wrecker and this just fucked me right up

More will be added with time!

Fic Recs Part 1

[xoxo-buttons-xoxo]

Warned.

There are horrifying, spine-tingling people and things all over this world. Murders, rapists, abusers, drug dealers, who will stop at nothing to get every penny they earned, live all around us and we come into contact with them more often then we hope to. From birth we are raised to stay away from anything or anyone who could harm us, but what about what our parents forgot to warn us about? What if the thing that traumatized you the most had stunning brown eyes and the dark, chestnut crew-cut hair that tries to distract you from the dangerous lifestyle he lives. We should not be warned about dangerous drugs and malicious murders in the streets. We should be warned by the demon in disguise. We should be warned about him.

Chapter One- The Town Where Nothing Happens.

     Hazard Town, Tennessee is the place where I find the most comfort, despite the name there is nothing bizarre that happens in this town. It is a place where all kids grow up together, teenagers swear to leave but never do, and adults settle down and start families. Hazard Town is my home and I have never known anything else. I never wanted to travel. I just wanted to stay in my town where the bright yellow, glazing sun rises early in the humid mornings drying the grass of its fresh dew and sits late at night as the shadow of the moon covers the never ending, mile long fields that are home to grazing cattle and stunning horses. I could never ask for anything more than what I have now. Every other teenager in this town however could not wait to move off and start a life in the town that never sleeps or the town that has the best waves for surfing. I find comfort in my town knowing that nothing hazardous does happen here. I see short TV clips on the news of the awful, wicked things that happen counties over from us, but my town has no crazy history and I would prefer to keep it that way.

    "Ella Mae, get in here and fold the laundry. Please." My mom yells, being overly loud considering my room is right next to hers. "Coming!" I yell back to her, as I drag myself out of bed where if I had been left alone for maybe a few minutes more I most certainly would have fallen into a deep slumber. I walk out of my warm room with a blanket wrapped around me holding on to the warmth still trapped inside the blanket, but as soon as my feet hit the icy cold, hardwood flooring all my warmth is lost and I dart for the black leather couch, rummaging through the piled laundry basket for a pair of warm socks to protect my toes from the chilly air. I have never found out over the eighteen years I have lived here why they keep it so damn cold. Do they not have better things to spend their money on than the damned A/C running all day? I begin folding the clothes and felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the message it was from Caroline. Caroline has and will always be my best friend. She moved here in first grade and we have been inseparable since.

"Meet me at Red's at 9. Girls night out on me."

    I looked at her message and then at the clock sitting on the overly expensive black entertainment center. It is already seven now. I still must finish this laundry and then do something magical with my makeup brushes to transform this mess into club worthy. I speed through the laundry keeping an eye on time knowing I could just throw my clothes into my drawers and my mother would never find out. I sprinted into my room and jumped into the shower not wasting a second. I got out and stepped out of the steam filled room into my bedroom which no longer seemed so warm. I walked over to my closet looking through the rack of outfits that look like I have college final exams coming up. I huffed and contemplated giving up and texting Caroline back telling her I am sick until my eyes land on the black dress I bought at the beginning of this year. I snatched it out of the closet and threw it on. It was nothing too fancy but also not too revealing. It was fitted around my chest area then flowed out until about mid-thigh. It would work besides I have no intentions on bringing any guy home tonight anyways.

    I walk back to my bathroom the steam finally settled so I can see in my mirror. I blow dried my long, blonde hair and then curled it. I put on makeup but not anything too heavy. I hate the heavy feeling of having too much makeup on. I put on some wedges and did a quick glance in the mirror before walking out of my mom. I hollered to mom so she would not be worried about me later, "Mom, I am going out with Caroline. I will be back after while!" I shot a quick text to Caroline letting her know I am on my way and jumped in my car.

    When I pulled up to Red's, it was beyond packed. This is the only club teenagers can get into around here, so they stay extremely busy on the weekends. Parents would rather their kids go to the club and party where security can control a situation if it gets out of hand rather than a house party where kids can drive off drunk. I immediately spot my best friends wild brunette hair through the crowd. I run over to her and laugh at the way the wind kept catching her hair blowing it in her face causing it to stick to her lip gloss. "Bout time you got here, you ready to go in?" She asked me as she begin walking to the door answering the question for me. "Yeah let's go!" I yelled just excited to finally be out of the house. I love my family but sometimes everybody needs a break. We walk through the doors after being evaluated by the bouncers and the immediate heat wave hits from the hundreds of crowded bodies fitting into this not so big club.

    Me and Caroline just dance around to the music for what seems like hours and we both decide we need a drink. "Two waters please!" I yell at the bartender hoping she hears me over the insanely loud music. I understand she did when she nods her head at me. "I have to pee; I'll be right back." Caroline yells at me while shuffling off to wait in the progressively extending long line to the bathroom. I sit slumped on the bar stool waiting on Caroline to get back. I am not a very social person when I am by myself, I need to be within a group to uphold my confidence. I find my naturally nosy self listening in to the conversation of the two guys sitting next to me. I listen in and hear little bits and pieces of what they were conversing about. "Did you get rid of it?" I hear one say. "Of course, I did, I am not going down for this Monty. I have a family." "You will do whatever it is I tell you to do. You forget what I could do to that family of yo--" He cuts of abruptly.     I heard enough of that conversation to know I did not need to hear anymore. I turn my head toward the bathroom to look and still see Caroline waiting impatiently in line.

    I almost jumped out of my seat when I heard a deep, but also kind of sexy voice whisper in my ear. "So, you like to listen in on conversations that you aren't involved in, huh?" I whip my head around causing my hair to hit him directly in the face. "I was not listening to your conversation. I am waiting on my friend to get back from the bathroom." I say, my words laced with attitude. I mean I was listening to his conversation but there is no way he could have possibly noticed but I would never admit what I heard to this guy after hearing what he just said to what I thought was his friend. If he talks to his friends that way, I would hate to be on his bad side. "Sweetheart you don't run the streets I do and not know the game. You were bored waiting on your friend and having the antisocial personality you do let your ears wonder into my conversation. I do not want any trouble here, but I ask keep what you heard to yourself. I promise it is for your best interest. You've been warned." He said and without giving me any time to respond walked off to meet back up with his "friend."

    I rolled my eyes and went back to waiting on Caroline. I was no longer in the mood to party. That asshole just tried to scare me into keeping my mouth shut and after talking to him, I think his ego is too high. Seriously "you've been warned" who says that. I mean after hearing his dramatic conversation with whoever the other guy was, I was slightly freaked out, but now I just figured out he is an jerk who most likely didn't get enough ass whoopings as a kid. With almost perfect timing, Caroline runs over to join me at the bar. "Slurp that down quick, we are leaving." I said, explaining nothing and turning to look where the asshole was on the other side of the bar. What was his name anyway? Matthew, Mike? Monty, that was his name. Caroline quickly interrupted my thoughts with her high-pitched whine she does when she hears something she does not like. "No, don't be a party-pooper. I just started having fun. C'mon, please." I snapped my head around to her not quite feeling like dealing with anyone and started explaining just why I am in such a "party pooper" mood. "You see that guy over there?" I asked pointing him out noticing he was already looking at me. "Yeah, he's cute. You gonna take him home?" She said winking at me with a silly smirk on her face. "No, that guy is the reason I want to go home. He is an asshole. I eavesdropped for two seconds and this guy gets an attitude and threatens me if I tell anything I heard." I say keeping the rudest look I could give fixed right on him. I could do this all night. "Oh, hell no! Nobody threatens my best friend!" Caroline yells and before I could stop her, she is across the bar with her finger in his face yelling at him like a mother yells at her son.

    It did not take long for the guy to put his hand in Caroline's face and shove her out of his way. He started taking long strides over to the bar with a cocky smirk on his face. He stops when he is inches away from my face. I stand up trying to make myself seem more tough, but I am pretty sure I was taller on the bar stool. "So, sweetheart you told your friend over there about our conversation after I politely asked you not to-" I cut him off and begin to let him know what I thought about our run-in minutes ago. "First, you were far from polite if that is how you treat your friends, I am shocked you have any. Second, I did not tell my friend shit about what I heard in your conversation. Finally, just for the record cut the bad boy act you aren't scaring anyone." I shoved him out of my way and began to walk off, but my moment of greatness was short lived when he grabbed me by my arm and spun me around. "You see sweetheart that was nice, and you were right I do not have friends. I have people I work with and you just seemed to get yourself caught up in the middle of it. Finally, for the record, it isn't an act but you will find that out soon enough, just don't forget sweetheart I warned you." He let me go and just like before walked over to his worker I guess is what he is and left the bar.

    Caroline ran over to me and pleaded I tell her what he said, but to be honest I was freaked out. Those words just kept repeating in a constant loop, "You've been warned." I thought it was an act but something in those dark brown eyes told me something far more wicked and dark was hiding inside him and I feared I might have just invited the devil to play a game he has won countless times before.

[hardyalise92]

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Cat Peeing Randomly

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Cat Hasnt Peed In 5 Days

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