Whoever came up with the Star Trek mirrorverse is brilliant.
“It’s like this universe…”
“But with crop tops, glitter, and beards”
“Fucking iconic, you astound me, how could one ever comprehend such genius. The world is not ready for you vision and truly revolutionary way of thinking and being no wonder I could never think of such a profound thing”
First ever Pitch Fanfic… Be Kind… I “edited” this after work… sorry if I missed more than a few errors… This notion of a tattoo has me feeling some type of way… Shout out to the fandom you inspire me everyday… and @megaphonemonday for throwing me down the hole of this trope :)
Tell Me What You Want
Whoever thought it was a good idea to play truth or dare deserved bad things. The team was was away in Cincinnati and had unanimously voted against going out to the bars after the game. Sonny was still bitter about the TMZ thing and everyone else was on notice and ordered to keep their indiscretions to a minimum. So some genius came up with the bright idea to stay in tonight and drink a few beers in Blip’s suite. Minus Mike, all the usual suspects were present.
Everyone dismissed Old Man Lawson’s absence on account that he had been in a foul mood for the past two days. Everyone assumed it had something to do with Rachel, and left it alone.
Ginny wanted to care, but things were finally coming into place. She had recovered flawlessly and was playing her best ball. Amelia was back and had finally learned the meaning of boundaries, and Ginny had made it a point to check in with her mom and Will at least once week. Rehab put things into perspective and family needed to be on some level a priority. Rehab also taught her that you find out who your real friends are when the tide has turned, and it’s not looking so good.
The entire team rallied around her. Took her to appointments, even the guys who had always been a bit rougher around the edges were more than supportive. But she would have never imagined her Captain would essentially vanish. He was there when she woke up in the hospital. She remembered reaching for his hand when the doctor told her that she had elbow tendinitis. She would recover and play again. But Mike disappeared. No late night calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Ginny had heard through Evelyn that he was back with Rachel. The information didn’t come out easily and Evelyn knew the effect it would have on her, but she needed to know. At that moment Ginny decided that she needed to move on and past wanting a man that didn’t want her and was still very much love with his ex wife. Even if she felt like time froze when they occasionally made eye contact that lasted for far too long, or when she violently tried to forget that night at Boardners. She wanted to forget his hand on her lower back. She wanted to forget his scent that is so distinctively Mike and so distinctively amazing. She wanted to forget that for that very real moment, he wanted to be with her too. But the moment passed. He was with Rachel, and that was the end of it.
Needless to say his absence came as a reprieve to Ginny. There’s only so many angst filled outings with the guys she could take.
“How about a game of truth or dare?” Javanes suggested as Blip rolled his eyes.
The suggestion was questionable but he got no nays and this version of truth or dare turned out to be a hybrid of truth or dare and kangaroo court.
Overwhelmingly, the guys including Ginny chose truth and were surprisingly honest about every lucid detail. Sonny proved to be worst than TMZ because he had the scoop on everyone. He got Dusty to admit to that rendezvous in Miami with German twins. Blip admitted to crying during the remake of Beaches, and Butch verified that the alleged picture of him in pink boy shorts does in fact exist. And Livan didn’t exactly confirm or deny hooking up with 2 Kardashians. It was all fun and games until Ginny’s horsey laugh came to an abrupt stop. Sonny said that next person had to chose dare and of course Ginny was next.
Ginny squared her shoulders, never one to back down. Not to mention, she figured Papi would take it easy or her… at least she had hoped he would.
“Alright Papi, what you got?” Ginny asked.
“Ok.. don’t kill me Mami, but inquiring minds want to know… where is your hidden tattoo?”
Ginny’s face instantly burned red. One little report and overnight #BakersTAT was a thing that even Elliot couldn’t stop. All these years she had managed to keep it hidden and somehow someone somewhere caught wind of it. Ginny knew she would eventually be outed, but she was hoping that would be sometime after she got the damn thing removed. The guys wouldn’t leave it alone for weeks and she thought the story was finally old news… But she couldn’t back down from this now, especially not after what Butch and Blip had just copped to.
“This is so messed up,” Ginny sighed running her fingers through her hair.
“Alright since no one is going to let this go.. ever..” Ginny started.
“I will show it to you Livan and you can confirm its existence,” Ginny explained to a sea of grumbles from the guys apart from Livan who was grinning from ear to ear.
Livan looked like he had hit the lottery, but he knew that if she showed it to anyone it was going to be him. He and Ginny were inseparable, real friends. Livan was finally understanding the true Ginny. Not in the way that Lawson did, he doubt they ever would have the connection that she and Lawson had, but it worked for them. Livan didn’t know what caused the rift between Mike and Ginny, but it was palpable. There was a great divide there that everyone felt. But Livan didn’t ask and Ginny didn’t tell.
Ginny ushered Livan into the bathroom of the suite and closed and locked the door.
“You’re a little shit, you know that Papi?” Ginny asked, smoothing her hair out of her face.
“Of course, but you would’ve pulled the same thing if you had something on me,” Livan stated.
“Duly noted,” Ginny said with a nod and a smirk that scared Livan just a tad bit. He knew Ginny wouldn’t forget, and he would get his eventually.
“Well you’ll have plenty of time to cook up your revenge later Mami. You know you can trust me, I won’t tell anyone what or where it is.”
“You can’t Livan,” Ginny added finally realizing that she was going to do this. She could’ve easily said no; not even Evelyn knows about her tattoo. Livan was her friend. She was sure he would have questions…questions she really didn’t have the answers to, but she did trust him.
“I won’t Baker,” Livan said in a serious tone as the guys obviously fought to eavesdrop from behind the door.
Ginny slowly took off her teal Nike racerback tank to reveal her blush Nike sports bra. She would be lying if it didn’t surprise her how big Livan’s eyes got. Their relationship had molded into best friends / brother/sister territory, but his expression was strained and Ginny found it slightly amusing.
Ginny peeled up the left side of her sports bra, along her ribcage and she heard the loud inhale from Livan. She hadn’t made eye contact with him before she heard him ask, “How long have you had that?”
“I got it when I was 18,” Ginny said, her voice slightly above a whisper. Livan didn’t look surprised, his expression was almost sad. The entire clubhouse knew there was always something between Mike and Ginny. Livan knew Mike couldn’t possibly be that stupid to try to start something with Ginny. But Livan had also witnessed on more occasions than he could count Mike staring at Ginny like he depended on her every word to live. No man looks at a woman like that that isn’t completely and fully in love with her. It’s only now that he realizes that Ginny is in love with Mike too.
It wasn’t the small 36 in ink that gave it away, but the many conversations he had had with Ginny about getting her tattoo removed that came rushing into his mind like a flood. Ginny had many opportunities and down time to get it removed, made appointments to go even, and yet she didn’t.
Livan didn’t have to ask because he knew Mike didn’t know about this.
“Well say something,” Ginny said fidgeting with her fingers after she put her shirt back on.
“I know the Old Man is senile, I just hope he’s not stupid.” Livan said, giving Ginny a weak smile.
Arriving back to her own apartment was new, but it was an upgrade from the Omni; she would adjust. No sooner than she had set her gear down, hopped in the shower, and climbed in her bed, her phone rang.
“So, why wasn’t I invited to the Padres sleep over?” She heard from a grumpy voice.
“You were, you turned us down.. remember?” Ginny replied.
“I turned down groupies, bad music, and cellphone paparazzi. But I could’ve been persuaded to witness you and your boyfriend’s first 7 minutes in Heaven,” Mike quipped.
“And just that quick, this conversation is over,” Ginny said with a little more bite than she intended.
“Not so fast Rook, geez, I remember the days when you could take a joke,” Mike huffed out.
“Well I’m not in the mood Lawson. I just want to relax and not hold this phone,” Ginny said as snuggled further into her bed.
“Well then come to the door and we can talk face to face, no phone required.”
Mike heard a dial tone and heavy feet stride to the door. This was likely a bad idea, showing up at Ginny’s apartment, unannounced and uninvited. But he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. He needed to get to the bottom of all the chatter about Ginny and Livan. Blip was convinced that it was harmless and that they were more like brother and sister than anything else. But Mike knew he would be hard pressed to find any man in that clubhouse that wouldn’t lose his shit over an opportunity to spend time with Ginny Baker. And Ginny and Livan were close. A hell of a lot closer than he would ever like them to be. But he couldn’t be the dick that kept Ginny and Livan from developing as battery mates. He hated it, but Ginny’s game depended on having a great catcher, even if it wasn’t him.
His thought was instantly broken when she opened the door. Her curls were still wet; a few drops had dripped down to her very thin gray tank top… and holy boy shorts. Small. White. Tiny. Boy Shorts. Long, toned, caramel legs in those boy shorts. A perfect pear shaped ass in those boy shorts.
“Why are you here Lawson?” Ginny asked conjuring up more irritation than she actually felt. Her favorite Lawson was here, the one who wore Henleys and looked at her like she was the most precious and sexiest thing in the world.
Rachel. Ginny remembered, as her internal cold shower washed over her.
“May I come in?” Lawson asked as Ginny stepped to the side. Mike fought like hell to not look at her ass as she slid by, but failed as he caught a trace of the coconut scent he had grown so fond of.
“So are you going to tell me about Show and Tell or not?”
“Of all the things that came out that night, that’s what’s got you so worked up? Drop it Lawson,” Ginny said grabbing a bottled water from her fridge.
“I wouldn’t call this worked up Baker, just asking a question… a question you seem hell bent on avoiding,”
“None of your business,”
“This team is my business,”
“Here we go… seriously Mike, what is your problem? Your mood swings are making me nauseous. If this team was your business, where the hell were you during my rehab? The rest of the team was there. Where were you?” Ginny spat out. “You don’t get to lecture me about the team…” Ginny said exasperated. Ginny was so tired of this hot and cold bullshit.
“What exactly are we talking about here Gin?” Mike said feeling the heat in his face.
“Are we talking about the team? Rehab? Your rules? Your every attempt to keep me away!” Mike yelled.
“Keep YOU away? I wasn’t the one who bailed on their teammate Mike.. I wasn’t” Ginny stopped as Mike headed to the door.
“Gin, I’m tired of arguing. I’m tired of it. Tell me what you want.”
“Mike I don’t want to argue either, but..”
“Tell me what you want.” Mike said. Ginny could feel the exhaustion in his voice. She came and stood near him, willing her eyes not to water.
“The truth,” Ginny said, almost trembling.
“The truth… alright… the truth… Rachel and I split after your injury. I was a wreck. You got hurt and it was my fault. Rachel made a few comments about me getting over it and injuries being apart of the game, but I didn’t want to hear it. She said the first time we failed was because I was in love with baseball… this time she said we failed because….” Mike paused.
“It wasn’t your fault Mike, none of this was your fault.”
“I should’ve agreed to shut you down Gin, I should’ve..” Mike started as he felt Ginny’s hands clasp the sides of his face.
“This was not your fault.” Ginny said looking him square in the eyes. Mike cautiously wrapped his hands around Ginny’s waist and pulled her into him. Breathing her in, and muffling into her hair, he said one last time… “Tell me what you want.”
Ginny pulled back slightly from Mike, instantaneously missing his warmth. With faux confidence, she slowly pulled her gray tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor. Ginny paused before she lifted the soft pink thin fabric of her yoga bra slightly, just above her rib cage. With her right index finger she gently tapped just below the number, his number. She was exposed. Literally and figuratively. When Ginny had enough courage to return her gaze to Mike his eyes had grown dark.
If ya’ll want more, tell me! Comments and thoughts are encouraged…
I am an usher at a movie theatre and have worked almost everyday since the movie came out. It has been crazy busy. I haven’t seen the movie (yet) but I have seen the post-credit scene. Many times.
Whoever thought of having Deadpool basically tell people to pick up their garbage is a fucking genius. Picking up the garbage is the most unnecessary, time-wasting and gross thing ever. Deadpool has been selling out, and yet pick-up has been the easiest I have ever seen for this type of crowd and its size.
Other movies, follow the example.
Deadpool, you are fucking awesome.
(all credit to whoever came up with this idea, it is genius)
If you reblog this, I will put your URL in a jar, and spread them around the world (I have friends that are travelling to places from Japan to Barcelona to Norway to London) . So you may find a URL in a public bathroom or a museum, and then you can message that person and become best friends with them and YAY!
why do some vegans and non-vegans shame people for eating mock meat? there are vegans that simply don’t like the taste of meat and those that do. why are you shaming someone for eating something they enjoy that doesn’t involve murdering animals?
Honestly i find all the pathcodes, hints, symbols, clues, numbers extrememly interesting. Whoever came up with the teasers concept is certainly a genius. I am also happy for the exo boys as i feel like they are really stepping up in the game. I wish their comeback all the best, and better everytime.
“So, that Green Arrow guy seems pretty hopeful. I think he’s just what this city needs,” Felicity says, flashing Oliver a teasing smile over her shoulder.
Oliver arches one brow as he apprises her intently. "Oh, yeah?“
"Yeah,” she replies softly, her gaze still riveted to his image on the screen.
Oliver walks up behind her, placing his hands on her now mostly bare shoulders. "Felicity, this is me noticing you staring. At him.“
He feels more than hears a repressed chuckle before her sultry voice informs him, "How could I not stare? Look at those arms,” as she reaches back to stroke her hand over his bicep.
Oliver purses his lips, to tamp down both the amusement and arousal their little game is provoking in him. "Yeah, whoever came up with that design detail must be a genius.“
Felicity nods in agreement. "Mmmmmhmm, she, errrr, they put a lot of thought into that suit. What do you think of it?”
Oliver steps closer so his front is pressed flush against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I have to admit, it’s pretty badass. The pants look a little…snug.“
"I’ve noticed.” Felicity leans her head back against his chest and turns slightly to look at him. "I said not noticed, right?“
The firelight is illuminating the contours of her face and he takes advantage of her new position to place feather light kisses from her temple down to her ear to his favorite spot on her neck. "Are you trying to make me jealous?” he murmurs into the warm skin under his lips.
She tilts her head to give him better access, goosebumps skittering down her arms as his stubble grazes her collarbone while his mouth continues to work its magic. "I don’t think you have any reason to be jealous.“ She gently rubs his arm so he will loosen his grip around her waist, allowing her to turn toward him while still in his embrace. "I mean, I see a lot of similarities between you and Green Arrow.”
She places her hands on his stubbly cheeks and traces her fingers along his jawline. "You have the same strong jaw as he does.“
Her fingers continue their journey to his shoulders and down his arms. "And your arms are just as big as his.”
Moving her hands to his waist, she takes a moment to run her palms over his abs before sliding them around to his back of his pants. "Snug,“ she says with a breathy sigh, holding him firmly against her.
His eyes have gone a deeper shade of blue and his hands are not idle on her back. "I guess I just need the cool costume.”
“Halloween’s coming soon. Perfect time for dressing up like your favorite superhero,” she says with a smile reserved for him, only for him, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.
In between kisses, she purrs, “MY favorite superhero.”
A/N: This is just 3 a.m. Olicity fluff and silliness so thank you for reading it! Watching the premiere was like seeing a fic come to life and it was glorious! I love the way they tease each other so that was the basis for this drabble, along with Felicity’s expression as she revealed the new suit to Oliver. Her smile clearly said, “That is going to look so good on my hubby.” And you can’t convince me that Felicity doesn’t have an Arrow/Green Arrow fantasy she’s just dying to live out now that they’re back and Oliver has a suit again. ;)