#Sorry guys Marigold is over pack up and go home

[silverthelovebug]

Guys. I don’t. I don’t think Blondie’s sister exists???

I’ve only seen her in the wiki and??? That site is very much known for lying. She gets mentioned in Blondie’s diary and I just read it again and????? She’s not there?? Hello?????

maybe the real Porridge Lockes was the friends we made along the way.

[soulmate-game]

Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

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Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

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The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

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Part 1 Part 2

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Stomach Bug Ch4

Afternoon Date

It has been a minute, hasn’t it? Sorry for making you guys wait for the next chapter I hope you like this one too. Love the support and the kind comments.

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Marinette and Damian were lucky when it came to their schedules as their classes ended roughly around the same time; making it easier for them to plan their dates during the week so they could get as much time together as possible. The following days after the announcement at Wayne manor the teens spent as much time around each other as they could. Though they did have to sneak around the family for privacy and keep a low profile to not raise any suspicion from the media.

The perks of having a well-known designer as your significant other made it incredibly easy for them to be able to hide in plain sight. Only proven by the fact both were sitting in a small coffee shop enjoying some pastries and hot chocolate as everyone around them was none the wiser of just who was in their presence.

“I’ll never understand how you do it.” Damian chuckled softly as he sipped on his drink looking around the coffee shop as Marinette just giggled.

“You have a very specific style. It's how people pick you out, change the style and they’ll be none the wiser.” she smiled before leaning in to whisper, “average people aren’t that perceptive that’s how heroes like Superman and the Green Arrow can blend in so easily outside of the costume. They don’t see faces, they see the clothing or anything ‘off’ about them.”

“Makes sense,” he nodded relaxing back in the booth wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she settled in sipping on her hot chocolate, “Is that how you figured me out so quickly? You looked at the face, not the clothes?” he hummed rubbing her arm.

“Actually for the first three months all I did was look at the clothes because they are an affront to fashion.” she giggled, “I get that its tradition but did it have to be so garish? Did you have to use the brightest colors for the darkest and gothic city in America? It’s like you want to get shot,” she said rolling her eyes.

“I think it had more to do with Batman wanting to keep track of a small child in dark alleyways, bright colors stand out more.” Damian chuckled.

Marinette hummed seeming to accept that answer as she finished her pastry and hot chocolate. They fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company cuddling together. “It’s getting close to the holidays. Is there anything you or your family want?” she asked.

Damian thought about it for a moment trying to think of anything his family mentioned wanting in the past few weeks. “Hmm, I remember Todd saying something about his leather jacket getting too worn, I think Drake could use a new sweater too. It's looking a bit threadbare. Grayson hasn’t complained about anything specific and since he doesn’t live in the Manor I can’t exactly look through all his clothes. Father and Pennyworth I’m not too sure on.” he said after a long stretch of silence.

“What about you? Anything special you want?” she smiled looking up at him.

“I’ll be happy with whatever it is you choose to give me.” he smiled leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead, “You’re already giving me the best present,” he added, placing a gentle hand over her belly.

Marinette giggled a soft blush settling across her cheeks; “I would have never pegged you as a sappy dad.” she smiled holding his hand over her belly, “It’s so unlike you.”

He shrugged a soft pink dusting his face, “I’m just excited.” he mumbled.

She smiled softly leaning up to kiss his cheek, “I know you are, how about we head out and can go window shopping at a few stores to get an idea of what all we’ll need.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” he nodded, getting out of the booth taking her hand to help her stand. Once she was on her feet he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist and guided her out of the shop and onto the busy street. They steered clear of any overpopulated areas not wanting to risk anyone recognizing Damian, as well as any alleyways not wanting to mugged or jumped.

They took their time making their way to the shopping district talking quietly to each other about their plans for the following weeks. Marinette was slowly losing her mind with her commissions that seemed to get more and more complicated with less and less time between each to finish. Damian was adamant to claim his brothers were driving him up the wall now that they knew about Marinette making his desire to stab them all that stronger. Though he’d never admit he liked that his family welcomed Marinette so readily.

“What are you hoping for?” Marinette asked as they looked in the shop window at some baby clothes. There were an array of items from over the top frilly dresses full of ruffles and lace to make it obvious to anyone that the child wearing it was meant to be a little princess. While on the other side were little onesies with cheesy sayings and cute art printed on them causing the people passing by to coo and laugh at the phrases pointing them out to their friends and partners.

“A healthy child,” Damian said, hugging her gently to his side, “I don’t care about the gender so long as they are healthy and I have you by my side,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her gently on her cheek.

Marinette blushed though and was smiling brightly as she buried her face into his chest breathing deeply as she soaked up all the warmth and love he was showering her in. “I feel the same,” she mumbled before pulling him away from the clothing store to head into a shop to look at other supplies and furniture they’d need.

They lost hours in the department store as they looked over different strollers, beds, changing tables, anything and everything marketed for a baby. They took their time looking it over and comparing the items until they had a solid idea of just what it was they needed. “I want everything to be neutral in color,” she mumbled as they were looking at some toys.

“Hm?” Damian asked, holding up a green rabbit plush testing how soft it was.

“I don’t want anything too gender-specific you know I don’t want everything pink, as much as I love the color or blue. I think it should be a neutral color or a variety of colors so we’re not forcing our kid in just one color.” She said picking up some blankets gently running her fingers over the soft fleece.

“We could always get everything in robin colors.” Damian joked.

“I will divorce you.” Marinette deadpanned looking up at him.

“Ouch okay no robin colors.” he chuckled, setting the toy rabbit down and hugged her, “we have plenty of time to decide on the colors, but I do agree we won’t use pink or blue it’s been overdone quite a bit.” he nodded.

She nodded as they left the baby aisle and started to head towards the front. Once they were back out on the street the sky was beginning to darken quite a bit. “It’s getting late. I should head home and pack, Mum said she’d bring me by the manor after dinner.”

“I’ll walk you home and make sure the room Pennyworth set up is suitable for you.” he nodded guiding her down the street. “Will you be bringing any of your projects along?” he asked as he helped her cross the street.

“I’ll probably bring the quilt I’m working on and the jacket Uncle Jagged commissioned.” she hummed as they made their way towards her apartment. “I’m almost done with the jacket and I want to get a few more squares done on the quilt before Monday,” she added.

He nodded as they fell into a comfortable silence and continued to walk, keeping close to each other so as not to get separated in the crowds. Once they reached Marinette’s apartment building she pulled away and smiled up at Damian, “I’ll see you after dinner have a safe trip home.” she said getting up on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“You have a nice dinner and pack some warm pajamas. The manor can get a bit drafty at night,” he warned, kissing her back. He smiled and waited until she was inside the building and in the elevator to take her to her floor before he turned on his heels and began to head home.

He was only able to pass a few blocks before ducking into an alleyway and crossed his arms waiting as someone landed behind him. “Really? You tailed us the whole time we were out?” he deadpanned turning to face Nightwing.

Nightwing just crossed his arms looking away with a slight pout, “I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” he said, “you were walking around in broad daylight anyone could have seen you two.”

“You’re lucky she didn’t notice you, how would I have explained why a vigilante was following us? When the sun is up leave us alone if she’s out after dark feel free to tail her if she’s not with me.” he said glaring at him, “She doesn’t need the added stress and doesn’t need to be looking over her shoulder every few blocks because she saw someone following her.”

Nightwing sighed rolling his head, “Fine I won’t but I can’t say anything for the others.” he said before sending up a grapple and whisking himself away.

Damian sighed, rubbing his temples, “They’re going to scare her off I just know it.” he muttered heading out of the alleyway and continued his trek home.

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“Marigold are you ready?” Ivy asked after cleaning up the kitchen from their dinner. She knocked on the door before opening it slowly as she peered in to see Marinette attempting to shove her sewing machine into her bag. “Marigold I think the sewing machine can stay here.” she chuckled walking in grabbing the machine from her hands and set it back on the table.

“I have projects I need to finish though.” Marinette groaned looking at the fabric squares for the quilt and jacket she had packed in another bag.

“You and I both know all that’s left for the jacket is minor touch-ups. You can hand sew it and you’d been hand sewing that quilt all week so you don’t need the machine.” Ivy said leaning on the desk, “Besides you’re going to be with the Wayne’s for the weekend instead of working on your projects why don’t you take a break and get to know them?”

“I just want to finish Uncle Jagged’s jacket. I already closed down the site and won’t be reopening it until new years. I’ll take a break when all my projects are done and have been shipped out.” she said trying to get around Ivy to get the sewing machine.

“Marigold I said no sewing machine.” Ivy said blocking her, “you shouldn’t be carrying it back and forth anyways. I’m sure you just mentioned in passing you needed a sewing machine while in that manor you’ll have one before the end of the day.”

“Mum! That would be manipulative!” Marinette gasped appalled at her mother’s suggestion.

Ivy sighed, gently taking hold of Marinette’s face and leaned down to be eye level with her, “it’s not manipulative. You could just ask Bruce or Damian if they had one if not and you don’t want to use their money then convince Damian to join you to buy yourself a sewing machine that can stay at the manor.” She said gently, kissing her forehead.

Marinette pouted, bowing her head, “so no sewing machine?” she said eyeing the trusty machine she brought from Paris when she moved.

“‘Fraid, not kiddo now finish packing up Harls will be back from walking Bud and Lou any moment then we’re heading over to the manor to drop you off.” Ivy chuckled patting her back as she left the room to let Marinette finish packing for the weekend.

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The Wayne Manor was in a state of chaos as the occupants prepared for the arrival of their weekend guest. Bruce watched on with a type of exhausted fondness that only a single parent possesses as they watch their children make complete fools of themselves. Beside him was Tim his second youngest who was nursing yet another large mug of coffee the bags under his eyes deeper and darker than the waters of the Mariana Trench. “At least they’re excited?” Bruce muttered watching on as Jason and Dick continued to argue about what they’d learned about Marinette in the last week through means of tailing her and digging up her past.

“They’re going to scare her off.” Damian deadpanned standing beside Bruce on the other side of him watching the two eldest argue looking as if they were going to physically fight.

“No offense but if she didn’t run for the hills after meeting you I think she’ll be able to handle them.” Tim yawned as he took a long drink from his coffee as there was a soft knocking at the door.

Alfred easily walked past the fighting siblings and went right for the front door opening it to reveal the Isley-Quinzels, “Pleasure to see you again Miss. Marinette.” Alfred nodded stepping aside to allow her to enter carrying with her two large bags.

“Sorry to intrude,” Marinette said as Damian rushed overtaking one of her bags off her arm.

“Nonsense you’re always welcome here.” Alfred smiled and looked at the two women, “would you like to come in?”

“Nah we got plans we’ll be back Sunday to pick you up, Marigold.” Harley smiled hugging Marinette, giving her a big kiss on her cheek as Ivy stepped in to give her a kiss and hug goodbye.

“Try to relax this weekend,” Ivy said patting her back, “You lot treat her well or I’ll make you into fertilizer.”

“She’s in good hands Ivy you two have a nice weekend,” Bruce said, nodding his head to the women. Harley and Ivy nodded and blew Marinette a few more kisses before they made their leave after Alfred closed the door.

“I’ll show you to your room Habibti,” Damian said, taking her bags and making a point to ignore his family watching him as he guided Marinette away and up the stairs to the room Alfred prepared for her.

Once they were out of earshot of the rest of the family Marinette looked up at Damian with a raised eyebrow, “You’re not putting me in the room Alfred prepared are you?” she asked following him.

“No, you’ll be in my room so I can keep an eye on you.” He said leaning down to kiss her as he pushed open his bedroom door and carried her bags in. “You need to sleep a reasonable amount and I know you sleep better when you’re warm and this way I can make sure you’re warm.”

“Just say you want to cuddle.” Marinette giggled sitting on his bed as he went about putting her clothes away and setting her sewing projects on his desk. She smiled watching him move with such familiarity as if this was a daily occurrence for them. As she relaxed on the bed a comforting weight settled across her lap. Looking down she saw a tuxedo cat lounging across her legs purring loudly and quite content.

Marinette smiled reaching down and gently started to run her fingers through the fur, “You must be Alfred.” She smiled gently scratching behind the cat's ears. She was so occupied with petting the cat on her lap she barely noticed the weight of another animal climbing onto the bed and curled up behind her. She turned and looked smiling at the large Great Dane she leaned back resting her head on the dog’s side reaching up and started petting him with her free hand, “You must be Titus.” She giggled as Alfred the Cat crawled up to rest on her chest.

Marinette was content to relax on the bed cuddling with the animals when she felt another weight settle on her lap and looked down to see a turkey perched on her legs watching her. “Hello, Jerry.” She giggled, stopping her petting of the cat and dog to reach down and begin gently stroking the turkey’s feathers. She alternated between the three animals trying not to make any feel left out as she pet them soon dozing off from all the warmth and comfort the animals provided.

Damian found her passed out on his bed, one hand resting on Jerry’s back and the other reaching back to scratch Titus’ ears. He huffed out a soft laugh looking over the scene before pulling his phone out quickly taking a picture before shooing Jerry and Alfred off her so he could get her in bed and into a more comfortable position. “Good job everyone,” he whispered to his pets as he took her boots off and gently took her hair out of her pigtails before tucking her into bed.

Once she was comfortably curled up under the blankets he pulled back and laid out some pajamas on the nightstand closest to Marinette in case she woke up long enough to change and set about getting into his pajamas and turned off all the lights before climbing into bed and pulled her to his chest relaxing back. “Good night habibti.” He mumbled, kissing her forehead.

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[my-arlington-academia]

Cliffany part 2

O-kay, and that’s it! I don’t know if I’ll write a continuation tbh since it was just a silly little idea that came out of nowhere. (Although I did have some ideas for more!) I haven’t really been active on my fanblog lately so it’s not like it’ll make much of a difference though haha. By the way, I’m thinking about making my blog more "Dulcet-oriented" rather than just SE. I hope you guys don’t mind? Recently, I’ve been getting more and more into Black Tarot! So expect my blog to change a lil 🔮🕯🌌

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It had been a couple of days now since Tiffany’s last interaction with Claire, and while she was still ignoring her like before, Tiffany’s efforts in doing so had increased. The moment she spotted her in the corner of her eye, she would move at a faster pace, as if running away. Was it guilt after all? No, she just didn’t have the energy to deal with Claire’s annoying and unnecessary empathy. The empathy that she knew she didn’t deserve which made her feel even more frustrated towards Claire.

All she should be worried about right now is getting more followers on Instaglam, not avoiding a nobody like the plague. On that note, spring was coming soon, the flowers started to blossom and the days were getting longer which meant... that the "cottagecore" tag on insta would go trending soon, no doubt! And of course, living on the Arlington campus as one of its students, this gave Tiffany the access to its beautiful garden. Although honestly, she only ever went there to take pictures and this time wasn’t any different. She had prepared some tea sets and dresses for the occasion, all of which she would throw away once spring went away along with its "trends."

Carried by her confident footsteps, she walked to the garden. That confidence was only a facade though. She knew exactly what kind of people and who in particular went to take strolls quite often in this goddamn garden. But hey, it was 7pm and the sun would soon start to set. Knowing that Claire always arrives 15 minutes in advance to any meeting and most likely always wakes up at 6am, there was nothing to be worried about. Chances are, she was either doing her homework before going to bed like a goody-two-shoes or watering her weird-ass plants. Tiffany always had the horror of seeing these at Raquel’s parties. It just didn’t fit at all with the rest of what was going on in the room and ruined the whole "party" vibe.

In any case, there she was, searching for a good spot to take pictures and set up a fake picnic. That basket filled with different colored blankets, tea sets, biscuits, tea and a pie was way heavier than Tiffany had initially thought. Maybe she really should’ve asked for collab pictures with Trisha from the fine arts department. She didn’t really like her but when it came to follower count they were surprisingly close, although Tiffany was still number one of course. Still, if she had asked for a collab they could’ve carried those heavy props together.

After finding a good spot next to the pond, Tiffany set everything up in an aesthetically pleasing manner and got down to taking the pictures. She was taking different shots to post them one by one throughout the week and give out the illusion that she was taking those the same day she posted them. She was ready to upload the first one, call it a day and go back to the dorms without touching any of the tea or cakes. It’s all just useless calories anyways. As she was putting the tags on the picture, she started wondering what were the names of those flowers in the background.

"Ugh, fuck. What are those orange shits called again?"

"Marigolds."

"Ah right, thank y-"

Tiffany immediately snapped her head back. This annoyingly gentle voice could only belong to one person.

"...What the fuck, Claire. Where did you pop out from?!"

There’s no was she was there the whole time, right? It’s true that Tiffany could get lost in what she was doing once she was focused but it wasn’t to the point where she became completely unaware of her surroundings.

"I came by a few minutes ago... Y-you looked so invested in what you were doing that I didn’t want to bother you! I didn’t mean to pry."

Well, Tiffany could always upload those damn pictures from her room. Claire’s arrival just meant that it was time for her to leave. However, seeing that Tiffany started packing up her things, Claire panicked thinking that it’s her fault. Which was in fact, her fault... in a way.

"O-oh! You’re not going to finish your picnic? I’m so sorry, I’ll just leave! Throwing all of this good food away would be such a waste-"

"Are you fucking dumb?"

Did she not get that this was all only a set-up for taking pictures? It was obvious that Tiffany didn’t have any intention of eating or drinking any of that. Not to mention that after everything that happened the other day, she was still not scared of approaching her?

"I don’t give a damn about the food, it was just for my social media accounts you dumb bit- ... dimwit. I was already done anyway so you don’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m leaving."

"I see! T-then maybe I can help?!"

Help? What did Claire even know about- Actually, on second thought. This whole "cottagecore" shtick was a great fit for Claire. She probably already had all of the things Tiffany bought last week for those pictures, even better and more authentic-looking ones probably. This was maybe the one and only time Tiffany would let Claire "help" her. But from her point of view, she was mostly just using her.

"Hm. Is that so? How can you help me then... Claire."

"Wait just a second! I’ll be back right away!!!"

She ran immediately towards the dorms. Well, she'll probably bring a bunch of random stuff. In the end, Tiffany was really torn between the idea of staying and waiting for who knows how long and the idea of leaving right now. Surely, Claire would make a hilarious expression when she’d realize that she was played with and abandoned. While trying to laugh it off, Tiffany accidentally remembered what happened a few days ago, along with Claire’s crying face. Damn... Okay, fine. She’ll wait for her but only because it would be annoying if she bawled again like a damn toddler.

And so she waited until, from the corner of her eyes, she saw a girl with a pink dress running towards her. That girl, of course, being Claire. She carried a picnic basket with her too, but much bigger and more practical. For half a second, Tiffany thought that Claire actually looked maybe, just maybe, a little bit pretty. She erased the thought in a hurry, covering it with harsh words as usual.

"Wh-why did you change your clothes? You think I’m gonna take pictures of you?"

"Ah, no, well..."

Claire looked at the beautiful picnic set-up and the cyan dress Tiffany was wearing.

"I just wanted to fit in with the rest of what you put up, I guess. Also, don’t you think that we kinda match? I brought some of the cookies I baked and my favorite teas and tea set. I think mine will look better with your picnic blanket! Uh- N-not to say that yours looks bad!!!"

She was trying so hard to make herself likable that it was painful to see... and kinda cute. God, Tiffany was really hating her thoughts today. She was just going soft because of Claire’s aura or something. Again, this was definitely the first and last time she was letting Claire help her with anything. I’d be bad if she turns completely brain-dead and clueless like her.

"...Whatever. Show me what you got. I’ll decide if it’s good enough."

Claire was pulling everything out of the basket one by one. Everytime, better and better items were pulled out after the other. Her cakes and cookies gave off a "homey" feeling which was more fitting with the aesthetic rather than Tiffany’s store bought patisseries. Claire was staring at her, wide-eyed and excited.

"W-what do you think, Tiffany? It looks good, doesn’t it?!"

"Uh. Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. I’ll take a few pics."

That was a lie. This looked so much better than the try-hard bullshit Tiffany had done. She was good at riding on the "trend wave" but Claire was a natural when it came to this one specific thing. Tiffany was trying to look as poker-faced as she could so as to not show her satisfaction, but clearly, her apparent enthusiasm for each shot was  betraying her. Sometimes, she would accidentally take one with Claire in the shot and ask her to move.

"Hey. You’re ruining the picture with your ugly fac- dress. Move to the right."

Before Tiffany could even do anything about it, Claire was already pouring some tea into 2 cups.

"Woah woah woah, put the teapot down. I didn’t agree to this."

"But...This is a kettle, Tiffany. Not a teapot."

"Oh, shut it!"

Claire gave off such a dejected face that Tiffany, once again, felt like she was kicking a poor puppy to the ground. She held back on going off on a rant.

"But we’re already here and the weather is so nice! It would be such a shame not to use any of this at all..."

Claire looked around, observing this beautiful setting, not to mention, the sun was finally starting to set. Going home right now would be like an insult to the utter beauty of this scene, it almost looked like it came right out of a fairy tale picture book. Without mulling it over any further, Tiffany took a sip out of her cup.

"I’m only doing this because I feel compelled to, got it?"

Claire’s eyes lit up nonetheless.

"Alright! Please try out my cookies too!"

Tiffany contemplated them for a second... is it true that home-made stuff is more healthy? Surely, that’s just a myth, right? A cake from the store and a home-made cake will have about the same amount of sugar in them regardless of who made them and how. Well, she did see Claire share her food from time to time with her friends and while she would never admit it, it is true that she was a bit curious about trying them herself. What was the last time she had eaten anything "home-made"? Or did it ever even happen?

"...Okay, whatever. I bet they taste shitty."

Tiffany reluctantly took a bite... It was surprisingly really delicious!

"It’s bad."

"R-really?"

As much as she wanted to lie about it, she couldn’t after seeing Claire make that dejected face again.

"Uhhh. No, um. Hmm... On second thought, it’s pretty average. It’s okay-ish."

Tiffany really hated herself right now. Being mean has never been this hard before. She couldn’t wait for the moment where they would be done with this ridiculous play-pretend and go back to her room. She tried drinking and eating as fast as she could without making it look like she was in a hurry to run away from this awkward situation. And God, it was so fucking hard...

Unsurprisingly, they were both pretty silent the whole time. Well, it wasn’t like they had anything to converse about or things in common. Right as Tiffany was about to get up and pack up her belongings, for real this time, Claire spoke up. Nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Um. So you know, I have something to confess to you, Tiffany."

Oh God, not now. As much as Tiffany found this timing annoying, she couldn’t help but poke fun at that poor choice of words.

"Confess? Oh my, so you like me in that way, huh? That explains everything."

"Wha- N-no! That’s not it! I mean, realistically speaking, t-that would never even happen!"

Was she implying that she could never like someone like Tiffany? Well, Tiffany herself was the one who brought this up but she was a bit offended at that statement. Regardless though, the way she was trying to deny it so hard was kinda cute. No. Not cute at all! If this went on, Tiffany would really become crazy before the end of this day.

"Last time, you said that I was only being kind towards others to profit off of them and I didn’t say anything but... that wasn’t true at all! I always wanted to help you because I thought that you needed it, I swear. Not to satisfy myself! ... Well. Except maybe..."

"Except...?"

"T-today. I admit that I kind of had ulterior motives."

Now that piqued Tiffany’s curiousness right away. Suddenly, she didn’t want to leave as much anymore if it meant that Claire would finally admit that she did some things for her own benefit. Why was it? Did she want to post a picture of herself on Tiffany’s Instaglam to fish for compliments, knowing that she had a lot of followers? Claire hid her face behind her hands and muttered a few words.

"I... wanted you to warm up to me."

"...Huh?"

That’s it? That was it? Claire’s ulterior motive was for Tiffany to "warm up to her."?

"So like, you want us to be friends or some shit?"

"Oh no! Not necessarily that far, just... good acquaintances!"

Is she stupid? There’s no way that she genuinely thinks those "motives" are bad. Tiffany sighed in exasperation.

"Listen. I’m just really tired right now, I don’t have the energy to assimilate all the shit you’re saying. I’m packing all of this up and going back to the dorms."

In complete silence, they gathered all of their belongings and walked to the dorms while keeping a fair distance between the 2 of them. As if to say, "we’ve got nothing to do with each other." Surprisingly, Claire didn’t try anything anymore. Didn’t even wish for a "good night" or a "good evening" which was weird to say the least. Tiffany tried to ignore it and when she got back and unpacked all of the props, she noticed something that didn’t belong to her. One of Claire’s lunch boxes with cookies in them and... a note?

Here’s my number just in case ;3 Please give me my lunchbox back once you’re done eating the cookies!♡

"...Your note makes me wanna barf."

So that’s why she didn’t try anything. That sneaky little... she must've slid that into the basket when they were packing. She already knew that Tiffany would eventually be forced to talk to her again... as if! Who says she’ll return it? She can just throw all the cookies away along with the box... Or so she thought. Tempted, she took a bite, then another one. And another one. Her diet was ruined for sure now. Damn you Claire and your stupidly great cooking skills, as if you needed another skill to be better and more perfect than you already are. Tiffany put the box away, trying to forget the delicious taste and smell. Back to Instaglam she goes. Uploading the picture while adding the "marigold" tag on it. Going through the pictures again, she noticed that some of them had Claire in the corner. She was thinking of deleting them but... well whatever. She can just crop her out later if needed. Her dress looks pretty so it’s fine even if she does appear in the pictures. All we see is a bit of her hair, as long as her face isn’t visible, it’s okay. Yup. It was totally not because Tiffany was slowly starting to feel something towards the girl she was trying so hard not to get involved with.

[sublimestarker]

Starker smut - Trim my hedges

Peter Parker was loaded. Most of it was family money, inherited by his parents and his uncle, but he still managed to double that amount. He worked on apps, and sometimes invested in properties and stock, with his aunt’s permission. “You’re only 19, Peter live your life while you’re young” she’d say and if he had a penny for every time he heard it and rolled his eyes, he’d be even richer. But even she couldn’t deny that their luxurious lifestyle had it’s perks - a nice apartment in Queens and a vacation home in the Hamptons. They were currently there, the July sun shining on Peter’s Ray-Bans as he watched his aunt showing the new gardener around. He knew that the staff never stuck around for too long, so he opted for scrolling through his phone instead of watching the man. Peter was forced to meet him later, when May introduced them.

“Peter, this is our new gardener, Anthony Stark.”

“Please call me Tony.” He said and stretched his hand out to the younger man. Tony, in his tank top and his dirty gardening gloves shaking hands with Peter who was dressed in Gucci pants and had a new Rolex on his wrist was a sight.

“Alright boys, play nice.” May ordered, before going back in the house.

“Kid, you should go in too, I’m gonna trim the hedges and it will get pretty loud.”

“Don’t worry, I have these.” Peter fished out a pair of Airpods from his pocket, and placed them in his ears, his music on low volume, so that he stayed focused. He wanted to observe the gardener a bit more. That guy wasn’t May’s usual type - tall, blonde, with muscles and blue eyes, like the precious ones. Peter particularly missed Steve Rogers, or Captain America,as they called him and a guy who he just called Thor. He had fucked them both, leading to their unemployment, thanks to his aunt. He still remembers the vicious arguments they got in.

“If you didn’t want me to have sex with guys who are twice my age you shouldn’t bring them over.” Peter yelled as he saw that May had fired Steve. His nerves got the best of him and he knew it.

“I didn’t bring them over, I asked them to work for me. You should really think of who you’re seen with, your little hookups can lead to bad press.” May shouted back. He hadn’t seen her this angry with him since he gambled last year.

“Bad press? What is this the 60s. I can sleep with whomever I want and the paparazzi won’t bat an eyelash.”

“Though you should be free to do whatever you want with your body, I’m still the adult here, Peter. There should be some limits. I just want the best for you, I don’t want you to get hurt like last time.”

“We’re still on that. I told you it was just a one time thing.”

“Is that why you were cooped up crying in your room for months. Because of a one time thing. Look I don’t want another Bucky breaking your heart.”

“Don’t call him that. Only I can say that. To you and everyone else he’s James.”

“But he wasn’t, wasn’t he. He was Bucky to his wife and kids, wasn’t he.”

“Get out.”

“Peter I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries.”

“I said get out.” He screamed, face red and tears welling up in his eyes. He even threw a framed picture at where May stood moments ago.

Peter was snapped out of that memory when he felt his gardener tapping him on the shoulder.

“You’re so deep in thoughts that you didn’t feel that the first few times, huh kid. Anyway, I need to mow the lawn, so I’d suggest you move.”

“You don’t make the suggestions here. If I wanted I could get you fired right here on the spot.”

“Nice try kid, but I know that your aunt’s the boss here. Plus what are you going to do after you fire me? Replace me with a blonde, blue eyed muscular jock.”

Peter clenched his fist in anger.

“May told you.”

“Yeah, she didn’t want me making the same mistakes as the previous gardeners. Though looking at your attitude, I’m sure she won’t have a problem.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know everything about you. Because I was you. I was a rich brat, with lots of cash and lots of fuck buddies.”

“Anthony Stark, Tony Stark, my father used to know your father. Wait, the Wikipedia article said that you ran away from home one night and that you’ve been MIA ever since.”

“Yeah kid, I know what it says, I wrote it. The truth isn’t that glamorous or mysterious. One night my old man saw me sneaking in my boyfriend. He banished me, it was a different time then. And I’ve been on my own since then. I was 18 and on the street, it was literally rags to riches, but well riches to rags. I tried a lot of things. Took a few odd jobs, went to community college, even tried to get back into the family business after my dad passed. Well nothing worked and here I am, in what I’m convinced is my personal hell on earth.”

“Why did you take this job then? You knew what you were getting into.”

“Because it’s the only way I can get money.”

“You see that little garden over there - Steve planted marigolds for me when he was still here. They should bloom in a week. If you stay at your job until then, you’re free to leave and I’ll even give you an extra 10 k. But if i seduce you before that, you’ll have to work here, all summer, every year. Do we have a deal?”

“Sure kid. Just don’t go crying when you can’t afford to get a new Audi because I can keep it in my pants.”

The next day Peter set his plan in motion, thanking God that May had to go back to New York to handle some unexpected business. He was going simple - sunbathing while Tony was working. So he sat in his chaise lounge, Versace sunglasses on and a tiny pink thong. Better to leave somethings to the imagination. Plus skinny dipping in his pool was one of his other options.

Seeing that his gardener was coming, Peter rubbed some tanning lotion on his milky white skin, before saying seductively.

“Hey, can you help me with the back.”

“Sure kid.”

He spread the lotion down the younger man’s back, obeying every command to go lower.

Tony’s hands were millimeters from Peter’s ass, when the older man leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“Why don’t you get dressed before your neighbor comes over to greet you.”

“Neighbor? Wait someone’s coming over for the summer? Which house is it, the one on the left of the right?” Peter asked frantically as he covered himself with a towel. It couldn’t be, right. He wouldn’t come back here again.

“Right. Why?”

“Did you see who was there? Was it just a woman, or a man, or a couple with kids?”

“It was a couple. What don’t you know your neighbors? If it helps jog your memory, the man had a sleeve tattoo of a biomechanical arm, can’t miss it.”

“Bucky.”

“You do know them. So, what is Bucky some old guy, whose son you fucked or something?.”

“He’s my ex. And he absolutely mustn’t see me.”

As if on que, there was a ring on the doorbell.

“Please get it.”

“Kid you have to reap what you sew. I’m not bailing you out.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“Get in the house before he can see you.” Peter flashed him a smile, before jogging into the house. Locking himself in his room, he peaked through the curtains to see what was going on. He could spot Bucky and Tony arguing, then his ex leaving. His gardener then climbed up the stairs and knocked on Peter’s door.

“Thank Tony. I owe you one.”

“Cash rules everything around me, kid. Now come on, give me the money, Parker.”

“How about a blowjob, it’s worth more than I could ever give you in cash.” Peter tried his luck.

“The money, now.” Tony said through his teeth, one hand gripping Peter’s throat.

“Yes daddy.” The younger man replied instinctively, and made a mental note of how Tony bit his lip at that. Peter grabbed a pen and his checkbook, writing a quick cheque to Tony.

“There’s an extra grand for your silence on everything that happened.”

“Pleasure working with you kid.”

Peter could see Bucky’s car driving away, thanks to someone telling Ms. Barnes exactly where her husband had been earlier.

A few days passed and Peter tried his best to seduce Tony. From skimpy outfits to touches that lingered on for more that they should have, nothing seemed to work. But he had some tricks up his sleeve.

Tony had almost forgotten about the younger man’s seduction attempts and didn’t think much before accepting his proposal of a movie night. He was lounging on the expensive white couch with Peter in gray sweatpants beside him. The movie was Beach rats, Pete’s pick of course. But when them first sex scene started on the screen, Tony noticed something unusual, Parker was moaning. Taking his eyes from the screen Stark noticed that not only was the younger man moaning, he was touching himself. He didn’t stop stroking his cock when he noticed the gaze on him, he even started thrusting faster.

“Peter that’s indecent exposure.”

“But I’m not exposing anything, Mr. Stark. There’s a perfectly good movie and you’re watching me. Seems like you want to sleep with me.”

“Fine, if that’s how you wanna play it, I’ll watch the movie.” Tony said as he glued his eyes to the tv. He was staying focused until

“Tony” a desperate breathy moan cane from Peter’s lips. Ignore it, your will is strong.

“Mr. Stark, please.”. He’s just some little bratty twink.

“Fuck me, Tony.” You could be his dad.

“Daddy”. With that Peter came, his eyes were closed and his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink. Tony still kept his eyes on the screen, but there was a bulge in his jeans. Peter didn’t miss that and quickly came up with a plan on how to work with that.

“Well I’ll have to do laundry now. Mind if I squeeze past?” He said and accidentally fell into Tony’s lap, grinding his hips, feeling the throbbing member beneath him.

“Wow, Mr. Stark, you’re packing. You know I usually don’t care about size, but damn I’m sure you.” Before he could finish his sentence, Tony pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me, kid.”. Well plan failed.

Tomorrow was Peter’s only chance to seduce Tony. It wasn’t about the money anymore, nor was it a matter of pride. The younger man was genuinely in love and that terrified him.

Maybe if Peter fucked Tony all these feelings would just disappear. He was determined to find out. That morning they didn’t even exchange words. Tony was working by the pool when Peter jumped in. He swam a lap, before tossing his swimming trunks by the other man. Then he decided to practice his backstroke, showing off his “technique”.

“Care to join me? You don’t need a swimsuit. Come on daddy.”

Tony just sighed and started stripping. Peter’s eyes sparked up with joy. He was winning. And more importantly he was going to be fucked in his pool. Looking his crush up and down, he bit his lip. For an old man Tony had a nice body. Toned abs, big biceps, that perfect v that drove the guys crazy and his dick. Peter couldn’t wait to have it in his mouth, running his tongue over the uncircumcised length.

“Earth to Parker.” Tony was right next to him, oh god, he was so hard for the older man. “You know this week I realized that you get flustered by me. You, Peter Parker the handsome rich boy who can have any guy, likes me, an old man.”

“You’re not that old.”

Tony took steps forward and Peter backwards, until his back hit a wall. Peter’s breath hitched and Tony leaned into him, their lips millimeters apart.

“Is it worth it, if you loose all the money.” Peter asked, clearly taunting the other man.

“Everything’s worth it for you, baby boy.”

Peter closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips against Tony. But instead of feeling lips, he felt a hand. Anthony had placed his large palm between them.

“Psych.”. He said, before exiting the pool and drying off with Peter’s towel. Peter shamelessly rutted his hips against that same towel before cuming with Tony’s name on his lips.

The next day the marigolds had bloomed. Peter picked one and placed it behind his ear, as a sigh of defeat.

When Tony arrived he wasn’t dressed in his usual gardening clothes, but instead he was in a rainbow crop top and booty shorts.

“Parker where’s my cheque. I’m dying to go to the bank like this.”

“Oh, I was prepared to give you cash.” Peter said, opening his Balenciaga fanny pack to reveal stacks of 100 dollar bills.

“I want a cheque. I want to have physical proof that Peter Parker couldn’t seduce me.”

“Fine.” Peter pouted, stomping his feet up to his bedroom, followed by Tony. When he wrote the cheque, he handed it to the older man.

“Oh, Peter, one more thing.”. Before Peter could say anything, Tony pressed his lips against his. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, all tongue and teeth clashing together. The older man almost ripped off the buttons of Peter’s shirt, playing with his nipples. Tony pulled down his lover’s pants.

“Going commando? I bet you were watch me work and play with yourself, wishing that I was touching your sensitive cock, huh baby.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Well you don’t have to wish for it any more, cause it just came true.”. Tony palmed Peter’s erection, swirling the precum from his head to the base.

“Need to taste you, baby boy.”. With one bob of his head Tony could deepthroath Peter. His cock was sensitive, he was ready to come just from that.

“Daddy please.”

“Fuck, baby boy, you have to be needier than that. As much as I like having your pretty cock in my mouth, I want you. Get on your hands and knees for daddy.”

“Lube and condoms are in the bedside drawer.”

Tony kissed Peter reassuringly, then coated his fingers in lube. His finger slid in easily.

“Baby boy, did you play with yourself this morning?”

“Yes.”

“And who did you think about?”

“You, daddy.”

“You know that bad boys get punished. Count how many spanks I’m gonna give you.”

Tony’s hand struck Peter’s bottom, loving how the younger man’s hole tightened around him. After 5 spanks Peter was a mess. His ass was red and he was drooling on the pillow, begging for Tony’s cock inside of him.

“Just a but more, baby.” said the older man. He couldn’t take the teasing either. He had to have his baby boy, now. So he just added two fingers and scissored them, opening up Peter. As the younger man moaned, Tony opened the condom and lubed it up, before entering his lover.

“Fuck, baby boy, you’re so tight for me.”

“Daddy, you’re so big, you feel so good.”

“Beg for me, Peter.”

“Daddy, please harder. I need you, please.”

“Okay, baby.”. Tony bottomed out, causing Peter to let out an almost pornographic moan.

“Right there. I’m gonna cum.”

“Say my name.”

“Tony.”

“Try again, baby boy.”

“Mr.Stark.”

“I won’t let you cum if you’re wrong one more time.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby boy. Now come for me.”. Peter came, making a mess on his bedsheets. He rode it out quickly, cock softening.

“Help daddy come, Peter. Touch yourself.”

“But I’m still sensitive, it hurts.”

“Do you want me to feel good?”

“Yes daddy.”. Peter touching himself and let out a whimper, his hard cock already twitching in his hand. Tony wrapped his fist against him, causing him to groan out and slow his pace.

“Don’t stop ,baby, I’m almost there.”. Just as Tony came, he could feel Peter’s hole tightening, the boy had come again.

“You did so good, baby boy. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you daddy. Can you help me wash off, all this cum is sticky.”

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A Bundle of Secrets Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The next day, they had gone to Shawn and Fiona’s apartment one last time to see if there was anything of their things that could be salvaged for Farrah. All the blood from the crime scene had been cleaned up and now it just looked like there had been a simple break-in. “You know, one thing doesn’t make sense?” Cameron said, “Why would Roma Van Wesel trash the place if she had already killed Shawn?”

Jonathan shrugged, “She said so herself, if she can’t have what she wants, no one else can.”  He picked up a piece of Farrah’s broken crib. He sighed as he placed the broken piece into a plastic garbage bag, “This just feels wrong.”

“Johnny?”

“I mean, this was their life. It feels wrong that we’re just... packing it all away.” He said as he put another piece of broken crib in the plastic bag.

Cameron sighed. His brother wasn’t wrong but they had to do this personally so that they could just salvage everything they can for Farrah. “I know but... there’s not much else we can do. If we don’t do this then something important might slip through.”

“Yeah, I know.” He gave another heavy sigh, “They were just both so young. I mean if someone had told them when they brought Farrah home for the first time that they wouldn’t even live to see her first birthday... it just sucks that’s all. It just sucks.”

Eleven months ago...

The door to Shawn and Fiona’s apartment opened. In walked a brunette man with warm brown eyes filming something on his phone and a blue-eyed beauty with a bundle of blankets wrapped around a little baby in hand. “Welcome home.” He turned to his wife, “How are you Fiona?”

The young woman sighed, “I’m fine, just a little tired.” The tiny baby in her arms gurgled, “Shawn, get a close up of this gorgeous girl.” The young man zoomed into the blue-eyed woman’s face, “Not me, the baby Dummy.”

He chuckled as her moved his phone to the chubby-faced newborn, “Hi Farrah.” The days-old child blinked her brown eyes a few times at her father, “Yeah, this is your new home. I hope it’s an upgrade from the single room you had for the past nine months.” He joked. Farrah only let out a yawn, “Yeesh, tough crib.”

He turned off his phone as Fiona gave a yawn herself, “Shawn, can you hold Farrah for a minute?”

“I can hold her for a thousand minutes.” He cooed as he took his daughter in his arms, “Yes I can. Oh yes I can.” Farrah let out a tiny burp making Shawn laugh, “Sorry kiddo but I gave that burp a four out of ten.” Fiona carefully sat down on the couch and her husband sat down next to her, “You sure you’re okay?”

Fiona nodded and smiled, “I’m perfect. Why wouldn’t I be? I have my home, my husband and now I have my daughter. What more could I possibly need?”

She gave a sigh and Shawn raised an eyebrow, “What’s with the face?”

Fiona raised a dark eyebrow, “What face?”

“That face.”

“There’s not face, there’s just my face.”

“Fifi, I know you. What’s on your mind?”

Fiona sighed, “I just... I can’t help it but now that I have Farrah and seeing you with her... just makes me think what was wrong with me that my own father didn’t want me?”

“Hey.” He said, gently taking her chin in his hand, “There is nothing wrong with you. It’s his los because he doesn’t know the amazing person I know.” She gave him a sad smile but he knew she still wasn’t convinced, “But hey... if you really want to know... maybe we could track down your birth certificate. See if there’s a name on there we can track down.”

She leaned in and gently kissed her husband’s cheek, “That sounds like a great idea.” Farrah let out a little whine and started to fidget in Shawn’s arms before bringing her tiny clenched fist to her mouth and started sucking on it. Fiona took her daughter in her arms again, “Oh, I think someone’s hungry aren’t you Farrah?” The rest of their night was calm and peaceful. They really did have no idea that they would never even get to see their daughter turn a year old.

“Hey Johnny!” Cameron called out. Jonathan went over to the master bedroom where Cameron had been packing away Shawn and Fiona’s clothes. Cameron held up a wrapped box and placed it on the bed, “Check out what I found.”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows as he read the card, “It says, ‘To Farrah, From Mom and Dad, Happy Birthday’. Oh God... they already had their first birthday gift to her ready.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair and let out a broken chuckle, “They really did love her.”

“Johnny-”

“She’s really gonna get screwed up with us raising her, isn’t she?”

Cameron let out a broken down chuckle himself, “Undoubtedly... but between you and me, I think we’ll do a better job than Dad ever did.”

Jonathan gave a mocking scoff, “I’m offended you would even compare us to that guy Cameron. Truly I am.”

A few hours later, they went back to the archive bringing in many, many boxes. Dina was busy gushing over Farrah and all of her little outfits and Kay seemed to be trying to make herself busy by reading a book. Dina insisted she just rest. Not doctor’s orders. Dina’s orders.

When they brought the last box in, Jonathan walked over to where Dina and Farrah were. Farrah was holding onto Dina’s arms as she tried to step towards the British woman. However, when Farrah’s eyes caught her uncle’s leather jacket, she plopped back down on the ground. Farrah lifted her arms up. “Johnny! Johnny!” Her tiny voice squeaked.

Jonathan chuckled. “Hey there Squishy.” He picked up his niece.

Dina laughed, “Are you going to constantly be giving the poor girl nicknames?”

He shrugged as Farrah gripped his shirt and babbled. “Until I find one that sticks.” He joked.

Cameron walked over and sat next to Kay, “Hello.”

Kay smiled, “Hi.”

“Watcha reading?”

“No idea.” Cameron raised his eyebrows at her, “Dina’s forcing me to relax but it’s not working.” She put the book aside. “I need something to do Cameron.”

Cameron took her right hand, “Want to help us sort us through the boxes?”

“No she doesn’t!” Dina called out, “Kay needs to rest.”

“But Dina!” The younger twin pouted. “My lady needs to stimulate her mind.”

Kay gripped his hand, “It’s alright Cameron.” She sat up, “Dina’s right... that doesn’t mean I like it.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “How was it?”

He let out a sigh, “It was... weird. You know... their whole lives were in that apartment. It felt... wrong... packing it all up like that.”

Jonathan spoke up, “There’s still a bit more that needs to be packed up but we’ll take care of that after...” His voice got caught in his throat, “After the funeral.” He looked down at Farrah who was pulling on his shirt collar like she was trying to win a tug of war. He could sense the tension in room, “So, uh... where are Jordan and Gunter?”

“Well, Gunter and Mike have gone to get us all something to eat.” Dina replied.

“And Jordan said that he was going to help Marigold with something.” Kay spoke up. Cameron and Jonathan both gave her a look, “Don’t look at me, I don’t know what he’s up to. He did say that he’d be back a little later.”

“At least we won’t have to hear him complain about the tangerine chicken not being tangerine chicken.” Jonathan joked.

Kay chuckled, “If I were him, I’d be more concerned about what they’re trying to pass off as chicken.” Everybody gave a bit of a laugh.

Farrah started to slap Jonathan’s cheeks. She babbled, “Johnny. Johnny.”

Jonathan gave a slightly lopsided grin as the little girl continued to lightly hit his face. “Hey Squishy. What’s so interesting about my cheeks that you feel the need to slap them?” Farrah giggled. “When did she last eat?”

“Dina gave Farrah her lunch about two hours ago.” Kay replied, “And she wouldn’t let me help.”

“Again. Because you need to rest my friend, God you’re worse that Cameron and Jonathan put together.” Dina responded.

Jonathan quickly pressed a kiss on Farrah’s little head, “I’ll get her a bottle.” He walked over to where his brother was sitting, “Uncle Cam’s gonna be hanging out with you for a minute, okay?” She didn’t respond and instead kicked her legs with glee as Jonathan handed her off to Cameron.

Farrah raised her head and looked up at Cameron. He smiled down at her as she looked over to Kay who was also smiling at the little baby. Farrah pointed to Kay and squeaked Kay’s name again. Kay gently stroked the baby’s cheek with her thumb as Farrah leaned towards her. “Hey now Farrah. Kay’s not feeling too well-”

“Oh, just give her to me Cameron!” Kay exclaimed, “I can hold her while sitting.”Cameron helped Kay adjust Farrah in her arms so she could hold the little girl with her right arm. Farrah immediately leaned into Kay, giving a content sigh. Kay could feel warmth spreading through her heart. Farrah looked up at the agent with her big brown eyes. “Hey Farrah.”

“Kay.” The baby squeaked again. Her tiny hand gripped Kay’s shirt.

Jonathan walked over and saw how Farrah was holding onto Kay, “Well, I guess you’re going to have to feed her. Sorry about that Kay.”

Kay shook her head, “It’s fine.”

“Let me help.” Cameron offered, taking the bottle from Jonathan. Kay tried to protest. “You’re already using your good arm to hold Farrah.”

Kay pursed her mouth, “Point taken.”

Cameron slowly brought the bottle closer to Farrah and she immediately grabbed at it with her tiny hands and started drinking from it. “On second thought, I think Farrah’s got it.” Just then Gunter and Mike along with Mike’s boys returned with the take out. Dina called the others to help set the table. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Kay lifted her head from Cameron’s shoulder, “You can go ahead, I can wait until she’s done.”

“Oh no Kay. As much as you don’t want admit it. I’ll have to take my niece from you after she’s done. As you said, Dina’s right, you can’t strain your arm.”

She gave him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “If you need me to do anything at all for tomorrow... just let me know.”

Cameron gave her a sad smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Oi!” Gunter called out from the dining table, “Are you two lovebirds going to be joining us?”

“We’ll be there as soon as Farrah’s done with her bottle.” Cameron replied. Tomorrow was not going to be an easy day and it was going to take a toll they were not ready for... but thankfully, Cameron and Jonathan had their family to help them out.

Well! I know it took a while but I finally got this chapter out. If things go according to plan, this story will be over in two more chapters... it’s getting real, folks, hope you guys enjoyed it!

Don’t worry though... the sequel is on its way. XD

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Soulmate!Minhyuk

Soulmate!Minhyuk AU

Word Count: 2k

Warnings? Just fluff here!

Soulmates were,,,, destiny, in your eyes

You knew you were that kind of person who would live just to see the day where you finally can see a red string intricately tattoo your ring finger

Because it’s the red string of fate! It has to be a higher power, a higher meaning, more than just two people finding each other

You don’t think you’ve ever been pessimistic about your soulmate, even when two of your friends had found theirs before you

You believed you would find them after you had most milestones accomplished. You didn’t need to find them in high school or at the first job you had

So when you started college, you had all the hopes in the world for your future

There were so many things to be excited about. So many opportunities, so many options that could affect your future

As you started your semester, your gen eds were great, manageable, and you made a great group of friends at your dorms

It was great being away from home, and you loved the nights where you could crash at someone’s dorm, making memories full of laughs and dumb jokes

Of course,,, there was always the lingering thought of whether or not you would meet your soulmate during this time full of youth and freedom

Only one of your good friends had a red loop on their ring finger, and by the end of the semester, there was a ring covering it

But you didn’t mind too much - after all, all of your other friends didn’t have one, what did you have to worry about?

Your second semester was much more exciting - you had your first core classes that pertained to your actual major

And you even got to go to a hands on facility for your core classes. The only thing bad was that you couldn’t walk to your classes anymore. You would have to drive, and wake up earlier to make it there on time

So naturally, like 90% of the college population, you started to acquire a taste for Starbucks when you thought you could afford it

You knew what you liked, and you liked that you could have something to get you going in the morning

But only two weeks into this new bank breaking indulgence, you got to be familiar with most of the morning drive thru workers

One was named Fin, who was the nicest to you so far - you think you’ve seen him around the campus before, and if you squinted he might have been in your first english class

Another morning person was someone named Amy. She looked like a supervisor, and was always quick and cheery for someone working the morning rush

And finally,,, there was another younger guy named Minhyuk

You suspected if anything, he could be a foreign exchange student, but his english was really good, so maybe he just grew up around here

He probably wasn’t as efficient as Amy sometimes, or as talkative as Fin, but you knew he was trying his best. It was better than you were doing, so you couldn’t say anything

His hair was dyed blonde, and it was fluffy as his bangs were scrunched up under his visor

You think the most endearing part of him working the morning shift is that,,, he always seems to take the time to write your name or draw something cute on your cup

You always think it’s adorable and it brightens your morning

And,,, it’s not like you think of any staff at Starbucks after you finish your coffee.

You’re more focused on getting good grades for your core classes, keeping up your relationships with friends, and your family back home

It was one day where you were preparing for finals of your first year

Midterms, you were fine with. They weren’t that bad at all

But finals were another story

Especially finals of your first year in college. You had to make sure you did more than just fine

So you made your dorm room as quiet and comfortable as possible

Your desks were always cluttered with open textbooks and notebooks

And you also had noticed that you had begun to start a collection of bank breaking Starbucks cups

You hadn’t been seeing your usual staff - it was now closing staff who served you your coffee to keep you awake and focused

It was friday, the beginning of the weekend before finals

And you figured that the best game plan was to study until you burn out for two days

And Sunday you could save for resting up and mentally preparing for the hell week ahead

So you walk into Starbucks with a ten and order two of your favorite caffeine infused drinks

And it’s not Doug who is serving your late night cup of joe tonight

It’s the handsome blonde kid

You honestly thought he might have quit from having not seen him in a few weeks

But even though it’s about to be closing time and you’re being terribly inconvenient

He doesn’t mind - “you’re the only one in the store, after all”

“So, bringing back a drink for anyone?” He asks, trying to make conversation.

You shrug, shaking your head, “No, I just need the extra caffeine. Finals are next week and I need it.” You smile as he chuckles

“Oh, do you go to the Uni on Grayland Avenue, too?”

Your eyes perk up, “You go there, too?”

Minhyuk’s smile is bright and his eyes shine despite the darkness outside

“I major in film there. I want to be a script supervisor.”

You feel a blow to your chest with awe. You’ve always loved the dream of film, the behind the scenes, and the makeup. But for you, it just wasn’t practical for your lifestyle, so you chose another dream of yours that you could make happen

“That’s so cool! I love film, wow, it’s like you’re living my dream. I major in (major) there, it’s my first year.”

Your first drink is done and he slides it over the counter. You look on the cover to see your name written in red sharpie with a cute emoticon. It makes you silently giggle

“Do you live in the dorms?” There’s only the hum of one machine running in the shop now

“Yeah. I really like it, my roommate is never there.” You chuckle, “It’s finals week and she still probably went home for the weekend. Do you live there?”

You notice how he doesn’t have his visor on - and you’re sure it’s because it’s ten minutes until close and he can’t be bothered with it

His hair looks soft and fluffy. His bangs hang at the perfect length to show off his eyes and surprisingly great cheekbones

“I live in the Reds to the left of the main square.”

Reds; the nickname for Foreman’s Dorms. It’s usually where all of the creative majors are placed because the left side of the square is where all the arts buildings are.

“Oh, I know where that is. I live in Marigold’s Medleys.”

Marigold dorms are labeled into two different halves. The pretty preps who seem perfect, and the innocent nerds who are nice, but care more about school than social norms.

You and your roommate could probably be the poster children for that reputation

Minhyuk still smiles, “That’s a good dorm. Everybody calls you guys Flowers.”

You’ve definitely heard that, but it still makes you blush knowing you could be called something so cute

“Here. I hope you have a good weekend. I’m sure we’ll both pass this next week.”

You can’t help but stop smiling at him, it’s contagious.

Reaching for your cup, you realize you must not have ever brushed your fingers against Minhyuk’s this whole semester

Because this time your thumbs overlap, and you feel a bone jarring, yet painless jolt of,, of,, something

You both jerk your hands away at this weird situation and the cup crashes to the counter, unfortunately spilling it all over the surface

You gasp and start spewing apologies, taking the cup upright and trying your best to jam napkins over the mess

Minhyuk is doing the same, except telling you it’s fine, it’s just a spill -

You and Minhyuk’s hands are resting on the pile of napkins when you realize something very important just happened

Something that you didn’t think would ever happen now

A red tattoo that didn’t even hurt

It just tingled

And it’s,,, cute, and magical, and it makes you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach from giddiness instead of oh my god finals are this week

“Minhyuk…” Your voice trembles a bit as you look at his hand, a matching red pattern on his finger

You look up and he’s already staring at you

“I was scared when I got this job. I never wanted to touch someone’s hand in case it was just a drive thru customer I would never find again. Um..” His voice breaks as he looks at his hand with an array of emotions

“Sorry.” You suddenly realize that this is Minhyuk and you’re you,,, and that it’s finals and it’s probably the worst time ever to find out that this is your soulmate

“Sorry? About what?” He seems to completely forget that he has to get the store closed now, but his hand brushes yours

“I’m just,,, I didn’t expect this - you - I mean...You’re you, and I’m me.”

His thumb rubs across the top of your hand, and you’re left looking at his red band that would be there...forever

“You’re perfect. I’m glad you came in tonight. It’s meant to be, I know it is. I know you have to study, and I have to close this store..but take my number and we’ll get to know each other. Ok?”

You nod, now looking at Minhyuk in a totally different light

If this works out, this is the guy who will be in your life for a very long time

And right now you don’t even know each other, but you’re sure there must be a whole list of things you’ll find in common along the way.

You’re in disbelief as you make your way home, wondering if you should wait until after finals to tell everyone back home

Or maybe you should just wait to see if it will work out or not

You don’t want to force it to work out just because a red mark on your finger said so

So you’ll wait

And it’s so foreign when it’s Saturday and you and Minhyuk are making a date out of packing up your stuff to go home for the summer

Surprisingly, it was a good way to get to know each other, to get started on being comfortable with each other

Minhyuk is an unexpected flirt nearly the entire time, but it’s adorable in your opinion. He’s not that greasy

He makes you laugh and smile a lot, even though you won’t see each other for another three months

There’s promises of skype dates, snapchats, and texts

And you’re pretty alright with that

There’s no pressure to be around him 24/7, no pressure to show him your whole entire life yet

You would say you're just casually interested in each other for right now

But once you’re all both packed up, with everything in your cars, it’s an almost sullen goodbye

You definitely feel that feeling people get around their soulmates. You’re always bubbly, yet nervous, but you can feel yourself glowing with the possibility of finally finding your person

You blush as he kisses your forehead, and he giggles when he sees your heated cheeks. In response he only kisses both of them before looking down at your lips

You feel so nervous, but you don’t know if you want to wait the whole summer for your first kiss with your soulmate

So you kiss him

It’s just a regular, even shy and quiet kind of kiss

But the way you just look at each other afterwards

Everything clicks into place and you know

Fate really knows what it’s doing

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Yay for getting back to a normal schedule! Now that I’m back into the groove of writing, I am ready to start posting a lot more. I have a new job, I’m getting paid more, and I just signed a lease for my first apartment! Leo season is definitely treating me nicely! The only thing I’m trying to figure out now is setting up wifi in my new apartment smoothly, so I don’t have to do a hiatus.

Hope you enjoyed! <3

-S

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Tumblr Exclusive!!!!

Author’s Note: Happy KevEdd Anniversary to me! It’s been two years since I started writing for the KevEdd Fandom and we’re all better for it!

That said, anniversaries mean presents! And I give you the gift of love, smut, and a touch of shenanigans because that’s how I roll!

Here’s a sweet, silly look at our boys from the first big thing I ever did.

Capturing a moment has never been so noice!

Love you!

Here’s a bit more show…

Promises To Keep, Promises Kept: Taking AdvantagEdd Of Love

Short Stuff: Come. Get. Your. Man

Short Stuff: He needs some goddamn dick in his life. SAVE US AND COME GET HIM!

Kevin kicked his head back on a groan that came out as a laugh so loud that a girl in the hall yelped and it just made him laugh harder.

He quickly texted Eddy back and found that Edd was in a bit of a tizzy as of late.

The stress of being a senior didn’t miss him by a long shot.

His grades were stellar as always, but the ravenette was always scared that he’d mess up something and lose his scholarship and thus his chance at life. Participating in all his usual extracurricular activities was fun but tabulating it all to round out his college application was making it all more like work. And it all cut into his downtime with his friends and the distance between them didn’t help.

Not that sex would, but he was sure a visit would make him happy and Mother Nature was gonna make it happen.

As he grabbed his bag he always kept packed for these quick trips home and contemplated getting him flowers now vs when he got back into Peach Creek and risk being seen by someone who’d tell Edd and thus, ruin the surprise, he texted Eddy back.

Shovelchin: I’ll see what my dick can do for you XP

Short Stack: EW

Short Stack: Make it make him nice again!

Shovelchin: We’ll see ;)

Short Stack: WE BETTER. >.<

Making his way to his bike, he saw a phoenix fanning his flames as he leaned on it and he was kinda glad he didn’t have the flowers he wanted to get Edd in his hand right now, but at the same time, he’d love use them to wave his love for his dork back home in Max’s face.

“Where we headed, Hot Stuff?” the flaming swimmer cooed and Kevin rolled his eyes.

“I’m going home to see my man,” he said as he shoved his short banner waver away from his Harley.

“Lucky bitch,” Max muttered as he walked away and Kevin grabbed him by the back of his collar to stop him.

“Excuse me,” he growled as he pulled the now wilting bird to his side.

“S-Sorry,” Max said quietly. “You guys are very fortunate to have each other.”

“We are!” Kevin grinned as he shoved Max away again and grabbed his helmet.

Max trudged away thinking up ways to make Kevin his fortunate one when he came back and Kevin made hotel reservations with a request for a bouquet of apricot tulips, marigolds, and roses to be in the room when they arrived.

“I told them you could sign for it since I’m not there,” Lynn sighed as she fumbled with something in the background and Edd nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see him.

“When are you expecting it, though?” He asked as he poured three different bags of Dorito’s in a bowl for his friends.

“Today? I hope. I think,” the woman said sheepishly as she collapsed in her desk chair and Edd’s heart went out to her.

She bought an anniversary gift for his father three weeks ago and it was supposed to have gotten to Peach Creek last week when she was home to not only sign for it but hide it, too, but it never arrived.

Since she could no longer sign for it as she wouldn’t be home for another two weeks herself, Edd could maybe do it if he was home and not out of town with the baseball team or Kevin, but then she got an email saying it would be delivered over the weekend sometime, so she was now on the phone with her son begging him to keep an eye out for it as Kevin was supposed to be in South Carolina at a baseball tournament and Peach Creek’s team was on a much needed off weekend, thus keeping her boy genius at home.

“Well, it’s the thought that counts,” he said and she groaned because their anniversary was two days ago and while she did get her husband something, it just wasn’t the same.

*Ding Dong*

“Are you throwing a party, Eddward?” She teased.

“DOOR, DEE!” He heard Ed bellow from his living room, but no pausing in his video game playing.

“No,” Edd retorted to his snickering mother as Eddy skipped past him to dig out more snacks and Ed, who was on the couch muttering to himself as he crouched behind enemy lines in COD.

“AH!” Edd gasped as he looked through the peephole in the door and then frantically started to unlock it.

“Is it my package?!” Lynn asked excitedly.

“NO!” He screamed as he yanked the door open and tossed the phone behind him to leap into strong arms.

“Hey, Babe,” Kevin chuckled as he caught him and Edd whimpered into his shoulder.

Eddy came out of the kitchen to see his best friend’s door wide open, his mother nearly screaming from the house phone in the floor, and Edd in Kevin’s arms.

“FINALLY!”  The short Ed sighed and Double Dee squeezed Kevin tighter and pouted.

Ed finally paused the game to see what was going on and then groaning because he knew what was going to happen next.

“You’ll see him Monday,” Eddy snickered he passed the chips to Ed who rolled his eyes.

“I’m taking my chips and going home,” the tall Ed whined as Eddy stuffed a bag of Twizzlers and a soda in the oaf’s Army jacket pocket.

“I want my bowl washed and dried when I get back!” Edd called after him as Kevin carried him back into the house and his friends trudge out.

“Yeah, yeah!” Ed called over his shoulder before cracking a grin at Eddy who wouldn’t stop giggling.

“’Bout time he got back,” Eddy sighed as he texted Lee back.

“Amen,” Ed said, mouth full of chips, heart happy that Edd was finally smiling again.

When Kevin sat him on the couch, he remembered that he was talking to his mother just mere seconds before Kevin dropped back into his world again.

“Mother!” he cried before scrambling over the back of the couch and grabbing the phone. “I’m fine,” he said sheepishly while Kevin laughed.

“Thank God,” Lynn sighed. “What the hell happened?!”

“Umm…Kevin’s back?” He said, still sheepish at his sudden show of emotion.

“Ooooh, I see,” She said softly, knowing all too well how he felt.

It had been nearly a month since they had seen each other because they both had spring training to deal with on top of their regular classes, homework, and study sessions.

Kevin being over two hours away made any little down time they had occupied by other things because it just wasn’t logical for either to visit as he would have to turn around and go back home just as soon as he got to town.

So for the redhead to show up meant that they had at least forty eight hours to take together and he was going to make sure they took it.

“So, yeah,” he said quietly as he stared at the floor and tried to think of a way out of the conversation.

“Well, you two enjoy your weekend,” Lynn said as she hopped on her computer and sent an email to the Etsy store she was dealing saying that the gift now needed to be sent to her office. Which was right next to her husband’s. “I’ll have them send it to the office now. But thank you for trying.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, feeling green eyes bore into the top of his downed head.

“Goodbye, Eddward. Tell Kevin we say hello, ok?”

“Ok,” he barely whispered and she laughed because she knew the look on his red face all too well, having worn it herself a few times. “Goodbye, Mother.”

When her tittering voice got further away he hit the Off button on the keypad with a groan.

“Everything ok, Babe?”

Bright, needy blue eyes flashed into his own and he had to laugh again.

“C’mere, Dork.”

Too embarrassed to chastise his name calling and needing to be his dork, he hopped back over the couch and was pulled into a tight cuddle.

A moan that would have embarrassed him any other time left him as he breathed Kevin in.

The slight musk of the great outdoors from the ride on his bike, his Old Spice body spray, Tide Sport detergent, and motor oil.

God, he smelled like Heaven.

But then he quickly came back to his senses as Kevin wasn’t supposed to be on his couch on this bright spring Friday.

“What a minute!” He cried as he pushed Kevin away a bit. “Why are you here?”

“Can’t come see my baby?” Kevin cooed as he feigned a pout.

A look.

“I know your schedule better than you do and I’m not even there!” Edd said as he sat back and crossed his arms, half scared that Kevin was skipping out on a baseball tournament to get laid.

“Then you should know that they cancelled the tournament in South Carolina because of that hurricane,” Kevin said as he leveled a look of his own.

Guilt flew into his eyes and he grew sheepish again as Kevin drew him closer.

“Oh.”

The hurricane in question was due to hit the school on coast that Kevin should have been at right now and it was going to be bad. Every event in town was cancelled as people that could evacuate did so, the rest bunking down in shelters that should have been holding spring dances and concerts, not housing people trying to ride out Mother Nature’s fury.

Which meant a weekend in the city for two lovers who just never got many chances to show each other that love enough the past few weeks.

Edd kind of felt bad that a hurricane was giving him an extra weekend with his boyfriend, but he wasn’t going to look Mother Nature’s gift in the mouth.

He would donate some money and a few hygiene kits to a couple of charities, though.

“Yep, and I’ve got us some reservations, so let’s get going!” he chirped as he picked Edd up and carried him to the stairs. “Go get ready and I’m gonna say hi to my folks real quick, okay?”

Edd nodded and ran up the stairs as Kevin hurried out the still open front door, closing it behind him.

It only took Edd ten minutes to pack, another fifteen to make sure the house was together, which gave Kevin time to say hi to his parents and Nazz before taking Edd away from the stress of it all.

The ride to the city was quick but Edd was a bundle of nerves.

Waiting on their hotel room had him all kinds of twitchy because all he wanted was to be alone with his boyfriend.

He had resigned himself to their two visits a month promise but it made him ache inside.

Where Rave and Ang had boyfriends half away across the damn country, Kevin was only mere hours away, but still so far because of life.

To have him with him now, especially as a surprise, wasn’t going to be taken for granted.

Just like he needed Kevin to take him.

Except just as soon as he had the chance, he has to wait to get to where Kevin wants them to hide away and reconnect. And then wait some more because things weren’t ready when they got there.

He wanted to be mad but couldn’t because this all happened so quickly that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault that things weren’t as he was used to them being.

He half pushed, half drug Kevin to the crowded elevator where they could only hold hands and then pulled him to the room, pushed him through the door, only stopping to smell the beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table by the window.

“They’re so pretty,” he fawned as he took in the mix of spicy rose, light apricot, and heady marigold.

“Wow, they came out nicer than I thought!” Kevin exclaimed as he looked the flowers over.

“You just thought of this?”

The awed surprise in his lover’s eyes made Kevin want to fill the room with the flowers, but he just said, “Yeah, just thought it’d be nice because they remind me of you.”

For a split second he thought Edd was going to eat him alive because of the hungry look in his eyes, but the ravenette pushed him on the bed instead and took his breath away with a searing kiss.

“I missed you,” Edd whined as a hand roamed his back while the other tossed his beanie away.

“I can tell,” came a soft reply that accompanied the soft kisses down his neck and Edd’s about to go insane.

He grabbed the back of a hoodie with one hand and looped two fingers of the other in the back center loop of Kevin’s jeans and held on as Kevin kissed him slowly and sensually.

But he needed more.

He ripped Kevin’s hoodie away as the redhead slowly eased his hands under his shirt.

One hand held Kevin’s mouth to his collarbone by fisting itself into crimson satin locks while the other took control of the jock’s zipper. When his hand grazed the one thing Eddy had been teasing him to get for the last month, he nearly lost it.

He groaned to himself as he shoved Kevin away from gently kissing his shoulder and ordered him on his feet.

Kevin cocked a brow but crawled off the bed only to be pulled in front of smoldering Edd.

Getting on his knees was reserved for special occasions like halftime during Monday Night Football and Christmas, so he had to improvise.

Kevin barely said his name before Edd had his pants around his ankles and his cock in his mouth, lusting blue eyes staring him down, daring him to do anything but stand still.

Kevin shoved his tank top in his mouth to muffle his moans because by God, no one needed to hear the sounds dorky ass Eddward Marion Vincent was tugging out of him with hallowed cheeks and no gag reflex.

So Edd dug his nails in his ass and moaned until Kevin couldn’t hold back, grabbed his head and rolled his hips into his gorgeous face, blue eyes holding his gaze and making his gut tight.

One tremble was all it took to pull Edd off of him and Kevin shoved him back onto the bed.

“Fuck, Babe,” he whimpered as shaking hands started tugged Edd’s clothes away.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to do that, Sir,” Edd groaned as he kicked off his jeans and Kevin pulled his shirt over his head.

“But I wanted to make love to you,” Kevin whined as he sat back on his knees, a craving in his eyes Edd knew only he could fill.

The ball of emotions in his chest twisted in the opposite direction and Edd’s about die.

“But you can fuck me anytime you want, Edd.”

An animalistic growl shot out of the smaller teen and Kevin’s on his back as Edd grabs the box of condom and lube off the nightstand table. He threw the condoms at Kevin and coated his hand in the thick, sticky substance, muttering a soft, “I’m sorry,” as he grabbed Kevin’s shoulder with his clean hand and eased finger in himself.

Kevin squeezed his eyes close at the grip Edd had on him for a moment before locking eyes with the tense, shaking young man sitting on his waist.

“Just breathe, Edd. Ok?”

Edd nodded as a fantasy came true.

Because of the lack of a headboard to hold on to while he stretched himself thin, holding on to his boyfriend was their only option.

And because he hadn’t gotten to touch him in far too long, he let his free hand play.

To cup his freckled cheek as the first knuckle slipped inside.

To grip a strong bicep as the first finger bottomed out.

To roam his chest as the second finger found its way in and touched that part of himself that shook him to his core.

To graze washboard abs before reaching around and stroking him for a few seconds before snatching the condom away and sliding it on.

And Kevin could do nothing more than watch and feel it all.

He held his gaze as Kevin slid a handful of lube on himself, then guided Edd to where even Eddy thought he needed to be.

He whimpered as he eased himself down Kevin’s cock and then a cracked sob shook from him as he was hilted.

It wasn’t the pain.

It was the need.

That desperate need to be connected with the one who swore he loved him but had to leave him alone because of where they were in their lives at the moment.

He screamed his lover’s name with the first roll of his hips and perfect teeth left their mark on his beautiful neck as he did so.

Every cry of his name earned him a bite.

Every moan a kiss.

Hands finally got to grip skin they would reach out to touch every night and every morning like they did for three lovely years.

Fingers got lost in hair that reminded him of passion and angels.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

“Show me.”

Slow hip rolls brought him to the edge but pulled him back before he could go over.

Every thrust he gave was taken and thrown back hard.

His body was taken into strong hands and loved on.

He took that love and let it fuel a need to keep working to get back to him so he could do this whenever he wanted, not just when the schedule gods said so.

But he took the passion and threw his anxiety at it and the passion swallowed him whole.

In strong arms, he let himself go, thinking of nothing more than how this all felt so good, sobbing in relief as the afterglow settled in.

When he could finally think again, he said, “I needed that.”

“So I heard,” Kevin snorted and Edd groaned.

“Who…Whaaaa…What did they say?!” Edd pouted behind his hands as Kevin drug himself to the bathroom for a washcloth.

“Check my phone!” Kevin laughed as Edd started fussing about people needing to stay out of their business.

The texts from Eddy were at the top of his text log and it was all he could do not to throw the phone at the wall.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT!”

“Edd.”

Edd looked to the bathroom doorway to see Kevin giving him a look.

“You agree with him?!”

“Well, at the rate you’re going now, I’d say you did need some time away. I’m just happy to tag along.”

“You’re full of it, Barr,” Edd retorted, but let Kevin take care of him.

“Can I be?”

Needy green gazed into lust hazed blue and Edd slowly went pink.

“Give me an hour.”

“An hour?!” Kevin pouted and Edd’s stomach answered for him.

Kevin texted Eddy two hours later and Lee caught his tossed away phone with her catcher’s mitt before reading the text that set him off.

Shovelchin: He thinks my dick is fine. I think his is too! XD

When Kevin got back to campus, he dumped a gallon of water on Max’s fire for him with a hickey the size of Texas on his collarbone. But it was seeing Michael’s anniversary present that had him in tizzy.

He got his needlepoint of a field that had no fucks two weeks later when Edd took off for Senior Skip Day to get laid.