#princess daddy and the hyena

[the-lonelyghostie]

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers pt 2.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Ft. Kuroo, Tendou, Atsumu, and Tsukki.

Decided instead of babies I wanted to do slightly older kids! :)

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage and some angst for tsukki’s

Enjoy lovelies <33

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Kuroo Tetsuro:

“Nap time! If my two munchkins don’t go to take a nap, the nap time monster will come out!” He hears little playful shrieks from his son and daughter.

“But Daddy, I don’t want to!” His daughter whines. A soft smile arose on his face as he bent down to his 6 year old daughter’s level. “Mommy will get mad at me if you little nuggets don’t go lay down.” Kuroo covers his eyes and pretends to cry. His son comes out of nowhere and starts trying to comfort him. “Don’t cry daddy! Umiko and me will go lay down! Come on sissy, we don’t want daddy to cry anymore.” 6 year old Shinji drags his twin sister to their room.

As soon as he’s sure they’ve turned the corner a lopsided grin appears on his face, “works every time.”

He is a dad boss no questions asked

You need a break from the kids? He’ll take them to the park and get all their energy out

For the first couple of months of their lives you would have to drag Kuroo out of their room because his 6’2” ass would get in the crib and sleep with his babies

He DEFINITELY took some time off of work to be there for you and the babies

He always makes corny dad jokes (most likely about science) “Why are chemists excellent for solving problems?” …. “They have all the solutions.”

omg he thinks his jokes are so fucking funny too (his kids learn the hyena laugh 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Whenever you’re away he always sends pictures of what he and the kids are up to.

idgaf abt what you say, that man can COOK

Tendou Satori:

“You can’t tell mom I let you have chocolate before dinner, ‘kay?” He looks into his 9 year old daughter’s eyes waiting for her response.

“It’s our little secret!” She giggles and man is laughing contagious because Tendou starts to laugh too. You were working a little later than usual so Tendou picked up Mayumi even though it wasn’t his day to do so. “What do you want for dinner, May?”

Her eyes widen at the statement. Which tells Tendou a WHOLE lot “Dad’s cooking?!” She asks not because she’s excited but because she’s scared for her life. Tendou may be a chocolatier but this man is not a very good cook unless it’s pasta.

“Nah, we’re gonna stop and get dinner before we go home. Dad’s gotta close shop though, so I thought I’d ask so we can order.”

She hops off the counter and does a cute little dance. I mean.. it’s in her genes. “You’re the best, Dad!”

He shakes his head with a smile, “oh I try!”

SO PROTECTIVE

The second he finds out someone was messing with his baby, he called the teacher and talked things out with her

He is a sucker for spoiling, you often scold him for it but he still does it anyway

He SINGS HIS DAUGHTER TO SLEEP>>>>>

He is the “ouchie” police, his daughter would always giggle but anytime she stubbed her toe on a chair or something he’d start talking to whatever caused his little girl pain and start scolding it (he knows it makes her feel better)

NOT a cook please he will burn the place by accident

Definitely ruined some intimate moments because instead of walking baby girl back to bed he gets dressed and offers to let her cuddle with you guys in the bed (after changing sheets ofc) (he wants his little girl to feel loved)

When she was a baby he’d call you every hour while he was at work to make sure you and the baby are okay

He almost passed out when the school called saying Mayumi broke her leg

He rushed her to the hospital so fast “dw baby, daddy’s here for you.” “I know it hurts princess.”

He went around interrogating the kids in her class thinking one of them pushed her, he was shocked to find out she climbed to the top of the playground and jumped off of it 😭

Definitely got his daughter obsessed with frogs

Miya Atsumu:

“Mama’s gonna kill us! What’s yer last words?” He says in slight shock. His sons start crying thinking that you were actually gonna kill them.

“Not literally boys! Just… this mess- oh jeez.” He looks around bubbles and soap all over the floor.

Atsumu told the twins to ‘be good and color ‘til papa’s done in the shower’ and he came back to this. Dawn dish soap all over the floor and bubbles galore.

The cherry on top had to be that the dog was soaking in mixed berry juice because five year old Kosuke tried to pour himself a cup of juice.

“Alright! C’mon boys, we gotta tidy up before mama gets home!” You would be home in 2 hours…

They cleaned up the bubble mess, after being distracted like 10 times and having a few bubble fights.

Next was giving the twins a bath. Which proved to be harder than it needed to be. Kosuke was mad at Kensuke because he kept showing him his butt. Honestly, Atsumu had to keep himself from laughing.

“That’s enough, Ken. Nobody want to see yer lil butt. Hurry up ‘n wash cuz papa still has to bathe Shoko.” Kensuke’s bad self is splashing water in the tub and it’s getting all over his twin. Kosuke doesn’t like it so he smacks his brother and the latter begins to cry.

“DADDY, K-KO KOSUKE HIT ME, AHHHHHHH.” Atsumu rubs his temple. He all but freezes when he feels a soft hand kneed into his shoulder.

“Seems like you guys had a great time, Shoko’s covered in juice.” He turns his head to look at you.

“it’s not what ya think, hon!” You shake your head at him.

“Ko, don’t hit your brother. When papa is being annoying you don’t see me hitting him, now do you?” He answers honestly, “sometimes you do… you’ll punch papa’s shoulder.”

He got you there lol. “Well that’s more out of love. Apologize to him and you,” you point to your little trouble maker, “don’t provoke your brother, got it?” He nods and goes to rub his eyes. Which is why he started crying for the second time because he got soap in his eyes…

Anyway after their bath and dinner the boys were sent to bed. Shoko was bathed and you and Atsumu were laying in bed.

“I shoulda been watching them..” he admits. You agree. “You live and you learn ‘Tsumu.”

He had no idea what he was doing at first tbh

he can be a bit lazy w the boys sometimes but in the end he pulls it together

The type of dad to make you sit there and say cheese for 500 years while he tries to get the perfect picture

He was mad cuz he thought the twins loved samu more than him

he was sad when they didn’t seem too interested in volleyball “Atsumu, they’re five.” … “Still!”

Impulsively bought a dog cuz his sons wouldn’t stop talking abt having one

In the end he loves his boys very much and would do anything for them

Tsukishima Kei:

“I hate you mom! I really wanted to go!” Your 13 year old daughter slammed her door. She was angry because you didn’t let her go to a dance some kid in her class was hosting. It’s not that she particularly wanted to go, she was just mad that her 17 year old brother got to go out to his friend’s party.

Your husband emerges from his office, he adjusts his glasses and looked at you with curiosity. You sigh hugging him, “Kei.. am I a bad mother?” He squeezes you in the hug, “not in the slightest. We’re doing what’s best for them. What’s got her so upset?”

“She wants to go to this party but I said no because I don’t know any of the parents there. Also, I’m just scared something will happen to her.”

He rubs your back in a comforting way. “I’ll let her go-” you interrupt, “Kei!” He gives you a quick peck to the lips.

“Wasn’t done…” you stayed quiet waiting for him to finish. He clears his throat. “As I was saying… I’ll allow her to go if I chaperone. If she doesn’t like that she won’t go.” He decided and you sigh in relief.

“I’ll go order pizza. Can you talk to her?” He nods, “Supreme.” You roll your eyes at him and smile. “I know what you like dummy.” He playfully flips you off and you laugh in shock at how childish he is even though he’s past his prime years.

He walks over to Hanae’s door and knocks softly. “Go away mom! I don’t like you!” Tsukishima shakes his head. He’s not going to tolerate her disrespecting you, the person who birthed her. He opens the door and she’s on her bed with her headphones on and dried tears on her face.

“Dad…” She already knew what was to come. She knows he doesn’t like when she disrespects you like that. “Don’t say you hate her. She’s your mother, Hanae. It hurts her to hear those words come from your mouth.” She lowers her head and takes her headphones off.

“I didn’t mean it..” her voice is small. Tsukishima handles the situation as he usually would, find the root of the problem (even though he already knew)

“What made you say it?” He sat on her bed and pat a spot next to him basically telling her to come closer. “Um.. I wanted to go to this dance a guy a know is hosting but she said no…” her eyes didn’t meet her father’s.

“Why’d you want to go so bad?” He says bringing her chin up so she looks right into his eyes. He knows she hates it but direct communication is key, even facial expressions can reveal the slightest things.

“W-well. Ugh, why am I crying this is so stupid.” She pauses to wipe her eyes.

“You guys let Akihiko go where ever he wants but I can’t go anywhere! I hate it!” She turns her head away, Tsukki can hear the little sniffles.

“Not true. A lot of stuff that he went to when he was younger, he was chaperoned. We just barely started letting him go out alone so he can get a taste of real life. You can ask him yourself. You’re only thirteen, don’t rush it. Also your mother and I just want to protect you from dangerous situations. Your mom doesn’t know any of the people there which is why she said no.” Tsukki is once again rubbing circles into someone’s back.

“There are so many bad people in the world and we just want to make you a little safer.” She turns back to face him, she scoots closer to her dad so she can hug him.

“I’m sorry.” She says through sniffles. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” She nods, “I need a minute.” He strokes her hair as she finishes letting it all out.

“I told your mother you can go if I chaperone you.” He explains after she’s calmed down.

“Dad, you’re gonna embarrass me.” She says with a giggle, tears now drying up.

“Damn right I will. I’ll tell all those hungry little boys that you eat your boogers and you don’t shower for weeks.” He says with a sly grin. She frowns, “dad no!”

He pats her back, “alright kid go apologize if you really mean it.” You and your daughter make up and eat pizza together :3

VERY logical

also super protective

100% the kind of dad who loves his kids but puts his wife first

He’s the bad cop parent while you’re the good cop parent

He loves family cooking night where you guys cook together

he will embarrass both his children in front of their crushes (and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever)

He just seems like the kind of dad to fall asleep and get colored on 😭 they give him a lil mustache and a uni-brow

I feel like he kinda always sides with Hanae for the most part bc he was a little sibling so he knows her pain lmao

he be bragging abt his kids “Akihiko is only six and he’s already reading flawlessly” “Oh, Hanae already did that when she was three”

you wanted to delay the sex talk but like Tsukki was so blunt and just told them 😭

He’s always teasing you “If you don’t be careful Akihiko you might end up with someone as annoying as your mom” you just glare and he snickers

Such a proud dad and has a video of every one of his kids’ firsts

[monstersandmaw]

QuQ I guess I'm coming out of hiding. I'm the anon who asked permission to make ocs based off your beast folk au. And I think I'm ready to share my idea babies just for the fun of it!

So Im super bad at names and haven't named these Oc's yet but here we go. The first is actually a pair of foxes who are twins but look nothing alike. The slight be a few seconds brother is a dashing dark silver fox with very little white furs and one orange gold and one deep blue eye, he has a flirty nature but is 100 percent a daddy dom whos soft on his princess. The other brother is a long furred leucistic white fox thats only long furred on the tail and head hair wise and the wrists. His eyes are a warm honey brown. He has a shy sweet persona but beware, he's a bit of a sadist inside. They are the main singers of a band and are idols in the beast au. Lol what does the fox say.

These fox brothers share a reader whom they so kindly adopted off the streets. It was at first to appeal to the human rights activists and fans but soon they started truly loving the reader.

My third oc is a brown with caramel furred brown hyena lady who works in a bakery for cakes and pies. Specialized in chocolate caramel pies and has humans employed to help her run shop. This orange eyed lady is friendly af but if she catches anyone harassing her workers she'll knock them out and toss them in the trash. Girl don't stand for that nonsense and wants her humans to feel safe. As for love, she is doting and motherly to reader. Is a switch.

vuv I am excited to doodle them, name and what not. The twins are in the 20's and I'm thinking baker is in her 30's or 40's?

Sounds like you’re having a bunch of fun with them! Enjoy!!

[aswho1estuff]

A million views?

EP. 1 Schools in

Plot summary: love blossoms from the vines of difference and grows in between the papers of music.

Ep. 1 Overview: schools in and summers out Snow and Empress meet again.

Masterlist

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Snow pov:

Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it

I fish out my tiny mirror and chapstick fixing my lips over. Out the corner of my eye i see Empress aka Princess the nightmare to my dream simply put my enemy.

She’s done everything to irk me smart, pretty, talented- of course not as talented as I, and that good girl act shes atrocious. She even went as far as being linked to that ancient Evil Queen, her grandmother I think.

Oh oh oh my lips so luscious

Pushing out my lips after rubbing them I feel her watching. The heated stare into the side of my face tickles me. Another layer wouldn’t hurt lifting it toward my lips again as I take in hers and trust me they’re a nice pair, you know if you're into that of course, you know I don't know.

Probably the reason all these boys got crushes

*bang* my chapstick hits the wall rolling as the bell rings releasing the masses. I turn to hit rook in his arm, laughing he looks for the chapstick.

Whatchu know bout me

“Is this yours, Snow ball” there she was the apple of my eye muttering my name as if she didn’t wanna say it. I grab it out of her hand to pull it but she won’t let go lifting narrowing her eyes at me “thank you” I reply making her let go as she proceeds to walk away.

“Who’s your daddy?” Princeton laughs making me push him over “no respect, at all” i mug packing my stuff. Silence fills the room as I finish and walk towards the door “Snow” Ruby breaks it “yea?” I say turning around “…who’s your mommy?” they finally get out their grand speech as they begin to hyena laugh.

“Unbelievable both of you” I yell out pointing at them what horrible friends. I’ll overlook this only cause I somewhat love them and I'm merciful but the words leave a itch I can't reach.

“What do you have?” Princeton asks Ruby looking over his lunch tray about to make a bargain. Tuning their deal out I finally find Empress she definitely looks different this year. Darker makeup and a blowout but my main fascinations been her new nails bloody bruise red stiletto tips I think.

Sharp enough to cut, I wonder if she touched me would it hur-“Snow, oh beautiful Snow” Princeton waves his hand infront of my face. Everyone has disappeared and the ringing of the school bell becomes persistent, was I staring that long?.

[Diamonds]Tracklist: 1. Primadonna 2. Hollywood 3. Oh no

[After Romeo]Tracklist: 1. I want it that way 2. Bye bye bye 3. (backstreets) back

“Class I’m glad to inform y’all everyone did their summer projects your album and today we will jump right in and go over them, first two the Diamonds then After Romeo.”

Empress pov :

I can't deny everyone does like boy bands it's a guilty pleasure I'll give them that. their last track though was really pretty different from what they usually do I enjoyed it.

"cough" looking up I find Snow "here" opening my hand I take it from him. A tiny vile with flowers in it meticulous work really, looking up I smile "thanks" "..of course" Snow says walking on.

Watching him I find his furrowed face to be bearable he's almost cute even but I wouldn't tell him that myself nor fall for it, his beauty's like a curse and everyone's been warned against it.

<- masterlist Episode .2 ->

[goggles-mcgee]

Wish Me Away Random Headcanons

• For Marietta's 10th birthday Harley bought her a Hyena since she seemed to love Lou and Bud so much. Mari loved her new pet which she lovingly named Ha-Ha-Harley.

Bruce was so not amused. Quite the opposite in fact. Damian of course was thrilled to add another pet to the family. Alfred suggested Bruce make another Manor for the pets of the family. Dick immediately asked if he could get an elephant if they did end up doing that.

• Harley and Mari hang out sometimes when Mari goes to stop Harley's crimes as her fox hero self, Maid Marian (Dick and her watched Robin Hood once and she loved it). When she shows up her and Harley just stop what they're doing and have a "Pigtail Pals" Day.

This has resulted in many heart attacks for Bruce in the beginning who would immediately track them down. One such instance:

"Marian! Quinn! You've got to stop doing this."

"But Daddy! It's Pigtail Pals Day! You can't be here, you don't got pigtails!"

"Yeaaaaaah Daddy, you ain't got no pigtails! Unless you count the spikes on the cowl!"

"....."

"...."

"I..."

"Don't. I heard it as soon as I said it Bats. I may have daddy issues but they aren't near that bad to be a kink. How about I take mini pigtails to the movies and we forget this every happened? Deal?"

"Deal."

"Yay! Movies! Bye Daddy!"

"....Bye Princess...."

• Everyone asked her why she didn't want to go by Robin Hood when in her fox hero form and she said it was because they already had a Robin, and pointed at Damian, and a Hood, and pointed at Jason.

• She and Cass have weekly Barbie Movie marathons. Sometimes they let Dick join them. Cass really likes the ballet centered ones and her and Marietta dance along when the dance scenes come on.

• During a heist where Riddler and Penguin needing Catwomans help they almost got caught because they were caught off guard by the sight of Catwoman walking in holding a CHILD'S hand. A child dressed like a cat.

All she said was. "It was my night to babysit so let's make this fast. I promised Kitten I'd make grilled cheese for dinner."

The other shock was when the child look at Riddler for a very long time then looked back at Catwoman and said. "Kitty? Why are working with Hook Man?"

Friendships were almost broken that night.

• Tim forgot to tell the Titans he had a new baby sister but they found out during a team meeting when she literally popped out of NOWHERE crying and making grabby hands for Red Robin. Who immediately dropped the leader voice and started cooing to this small child!?

Team meeting was forgotten. A new meeting was held. A meeting all about Tim's new little sister.

• Duke was so proud because he taught Marietta how to fist bump, but she calls it knuckles. He went around showing everyone and taking so many videos. He literally cried when she fist bumped him back the first time and giggled.

• Babs loves Mari. She does. She does not love when Mari wants to mess with all her computers. She bought her a toy computer and thought that would make sure she wouldn't want to mess with babies but noooooo. Somehow it made it worse.

Marietta was more determined to touch her computers. She would climb chairs. Push over things she knew she could climb on. Or be deceiving and have Babs hold her while "innocently" playing with her toy computer.

• Someone once asked Gordon who his favorite Wayne was and he said Titus but that Marietta was a close second because she sometimes listened to him.

Everytime he sees her he gives her a GCPD badge sticker. He cried when she busted into his office and yelled. "GCPD Hands up! Up!" That day many officers were "arrested" for outrageous crimes. The best thing though was when someone brought in the Joker and she went over with her pipe cleaner handcuffs and went, "I arrest you."

"How about no?"

"I kick you then."

"I'd like to see you try squir-"

And then everyone in the precinct watched as little Marietta Wayne soccer kicked Joker in the shin and ran away giggling.

The guy who worked the security cameras gave everyone a copy of that moment for Christmas.

• Scarecrow once ran into little Marietta and he's not quite sure how he feels about her. He had heard a lot about the youngest Wayne so instead of just spraying her with his fear gas right away he asked her. "What do you fear most?"

"Fashion disasters. I don't need spray to see them, I'm already looking at one."

He had been so offended that he had to take a moment for himself but it was a moment too long apparently because next thing he knew he was being shot with rubber bullets by Red Hood.

• She guilt trips the hell out of reporters. Gotham's favorite lines are:

"Why do you stalk my daddy?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Bye."

Literal just screaming and bursting into tears (she did it on purpose)

"Before you imply that I am a charity case, can I direct you to the fact that this is in fact a Charity Gala...for actual charity." (This is one for when she's older)

"Are you sure you're not a rogue?"

[thewrongshop]

tagged by the one, the only, the ever-wonderful @princess-of-purple-prose! <333

Relationship status: not single as in "I can't wait to start dating someone" but single as in "I haven't gotten all of my friends to promise to live in a house with me forever yet" :)

Favorite color: blue!

Favorite food: The answer to this changes every time someone asks me but currently tzatziki!! I have eaten SO much of it recently and will be learning to make it myself as soon as I possibly can to prolong this experience

Song currently stuck in my head: I Think I Met You In A Dream by COIN

Five favorite songs: again this changes like. daily. right now? under my skin by jukebox the ghost, black mold by prince daddy & the hyenas, give up baby go by peach pit, plastic soldiers by portugal. the man, and poplar street by glass animals!

Last thing I googled: "does undercooked chicken always give you food poisoning". I am having a really good and normal time of it and, thankfully, do not seem to have food poisoning currently !

Current time: 9:17pm

Dream trip: I'm actually nearing the end of a pretty incredible trip right now :) living the dream!

Something I want: emotionally? a hug from my friends who are all an ocean away :') item-wise? been REALLY wanting to finally buy myself an ace ring recently, maybe I'll get up the courage soon!

Currently reading: OOOH REC TIME REC TIME!! And I Darken by Kiersten White. guys listen. listen to me rn. Read It. I usually don't touch historical fiction with a ten foot pole but this is SO good. the premise is Vlad the Impaler if he was a girl, and the way it explores gender, power dynamics, sexuality, and morals in the Ottoman Empire is SO INTERESTING. Every single character in this series has something so so deeply wrong with them and I LOVE it. you want morally gray characters? historical intrigue? ridiculous amounts of (devastating) pining? look no further.

Last series: tv series? idk but I rewatched a few episodes of schitt's creek recently!

Last movie: Pacific Rim rewatch 😌

Currently working on: my amnesia fic, knitting a sweater, revising a paper i'm actually trying to get published (!!), grad school apps.... the list goes on

I'll tag @asexualzoro, @crit20lesbian, and @cobalt-knave (if you want)!

[ieromoon]

i was tagged by @rubbish78 and @kill-all-my-friends thankssssss 🤠

Rules: List 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same.

matilda by pup

skate by flor

come 2 me by johnny goth

brad pitt by coin

where we are by the lumineers

a random exercise in impermanence (the collector) by prince daddy and the hyena

for my friends by king princess

lost by charlotte sands

complete mess by 5sos

hayloft II by mother mother

i tag: @percocet @knock3 @raytorosaurus @andwegrowcold @partiallypoison if you like

[aiiwa]

FMK - kenma, kuroo, yaku. - tumblr is being an absolute pain in my ass and won’t let me answer this directly.

@0ik6lut SAL THIS WAS SO HARD SHSKSKSK I LOVE ALL OF THEM SM

FUCK. yaku morisuke. i been thinkin’ bout him lately...yes.

knowing your boyfriend since high school, it became easier over the years to read him. although yaku never tried to hide his emotions, hot-headed and straight forward; there were some days he’d come home from training, and something about him would just be off. no matter how hard he would try to hide it, you always found out - chastising him for not confiding in you. as his girl friend, all you wanted was to care for him, and you knew exactly how to do so.

“f-fuck, y/n, feels so good.” yaku moans, cocoa coloured eyes set on the lewd sight of you between his legs.

the steady bob of your head was entrancing; the way you swallowed his full length down your tight throat, pink tongue darting out to kitten lick at his balls, before coming back up to suck on his red tip. focused on making yaku feel good and timing your breathing, a mixture of your drool and his essence dribbling down your chin, you know he’s close when he starts throbbing in your warm mouth.

what you don’t expect is for yaku to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your back, to straddle your chest. instinctively your hands press into his toned thighs, as you stare up at him excitedly, already knowing what he wants.

“gonna cum on my face, baby?” you ask, rubbing soothing patterns into his skin, finger tips trailing up towards his tense stomach. “then do it, want you so bad- nghh!”

yaku shoves the tip of his pulsating cock on the flat of your tongue, as he fists himself. you enjoy the way his flushed face contorts in pleasure, the furrow between his brows, the way his sandy locks stick to his forehead. he pumps himself once, twice, three times - before he’s blowing his warm load all over your tongue. praising you through laboured breaths before moving down, and pressing his lips to yours.

MARRY. kozume kenma. he makes me soft, wanna be his wife ahhh.

if you thought sharing a bed with a significant other would take some time getting used to, then try doing so with a professional gamer as a boyfriend. during the couple of years of dating with kenma, it had definitely been trying, learning to fall asleep to the sounds of guns blazing or spell casting from whichever gaming device he had in his grasp as he lay next to you. yet thankfully, by the time the two of you married, it was simply part of your nightly routine.

but now that you were around six months into your first pregnancy, your baby starting to react to sounds and voices, kenma had decided to take some extra measures to ensure you and your little princess’ comfort. he started to wear headphones as he played at night, despite how uncomfortable it was for him as he usually wore them all day during streams and filming videos. you insisted he could continue to play as normal, but he was stubborn.

surprisingly, sleep now evaded you, with the way your baby was constantly shifting around restlessly in your tummy. kenma had begun to worry, with how tired you would look in the mornings, even struggling to hold a nap during the day that was longer than twenty minutes. it took you almost two weeks to figure out what was wrong.

“kenma.” you mumbled, turning around to look at him stretched out beside you. he was just about to slide those ridiculous headphones over his ears, though he halted, golden eyes appraising you questioningly. “please play with the sound on.”

“y/n-”

“-i think she likes the sounds of your games.” you confess, offering a shy smile as you rubbed soft circles around your belly.

“oh…”

your husband seemed almost dumbfounded. reaching a hand out, he presses his warm palm against your rounded belly, feeling the little kicks of your baby girl. shaking his head amusedly, he puts away his headphones, turning the sound up; and instead of leaning back on his pillow, he shuffles down a bit to lay his head on your lap. his cheek resting against the underside of your belly.

and as he starts a new mission for whichever game had caught his interest tonight, only then did you and kenma feel your baby calm down. when you were lulled to sleep by the same sounds that used to keep you up at night, you missed the words your husband whispered to your tummy as he paused his game.

“do you really like the sounds of daddy’s game, princess? you know, mommy used to complain all the time, even threatened to kick me out on the couch a few times. she never did it though...loves me too much.” the subtle tap against his cheek from a kick, has him chuckling, snuggling into your belly more. “i hope that’s you telling me to keep playing instead of trying to kick me out of my own bed.”

KISS. kuroo tetsurou. going to those lame ass work christmas parties with him, yeah that’s the vibe.

it was when your less than sober coworkers began singing along to whichever crappy christmas carol was playing, that you truly started to question your existence. or at most your sanity on why exactly you chose to attend this work party. you were notorious for your lack of attendance to such events - so when you showed up, faux excitement and all, everyone had gaped. yet only one had smirked and winked in your direction.

said coworker was currently seated at one of the of the tables, nursing a red cup filled with punch, watching everyone else disinterestedly. he was the reason you were here right now, and when you finally swallowed your pride and made your way towards him, a nameless, drunken coworker had elbowed your back - sending you right into kuroo’s lap.

“shit!”

“oh? this is a nice surprise.” kuroo teases, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. “finally here to thank me for convincing you to come to this…” dwelling on what exactly to call what was happening before the two of you, you decided to fill in the blank.

“train wreck?”

kuroo blinks once before throwing his head back to laugh. he really had that hyena guffaw down to a tee, but the face a stupid greek god that had a funny feeling in your tummy settle.

“oi, y/n! kuroo!” you both turn at the sound of your names, to find another random coworker off hisface. you were trying so hard to understand what he was trying to say, but felt yourself stiffen once he dangled something over you and kuroo’s heads. “mistletoe!” he cheered.

before you even have a chance to decline, kuroo has slides his hand to hold the back of your neck; turning you to face him and then pressing his lips against yours. your eyes widen in shock, but as he gently caresses your mouth with his, you slowly close your eyes to savour the sweet kiss. moments pass by before he breaks the kiss, forehead against yours as he wears that same teasing grin. no, it’s not teasing, it’s...affectionate.

“i’m glad you came tonight, y/n.” he admits, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

slightly breathless, you whisper - “thank you for convincing me to come.” and then your lips are back on his.

[the-lonelyghostie]

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑇𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟/𝑆/𝑂'𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Little continuation to this post.

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

You found yourself no longer being afraid of him. Sure things started off completely bad, but he redeemed himself through the care and protection he gave you both. And little by little, your son started to warm up to Hongjoong, eventually becoming quite attached to him. Even though you guys hadn't exactly placed a label on your relationship, it was more than clear you were obviously more than friends.

He enjoyed spending time with you and your son. He especially enjoyed taking him out, with your permission of course. It was in one of those times he took him out to eat. While waiting for the food to arrive, your son took out a deck of cards to pass time.

"Hyung! Wanna play poker?" The little boy asked so innocently it made Hongjoong chuckle.

"Do you know how to play?"

Even with the boy's enthusiastic nod, Hongjoong wasn't actually expecting a game of poker. After all, he's a child. But to entertain him, he decided to play along, even pretend to lose just to make him happy.

But Hongjoong was really surprised when not only does the kid indeed know how to play, but actually won the game. Hongjoong just laughed, thinking it was because he wasn't really trying, but another round, and the boy still beat him.

Hongjoong just blinked slowly, trying to face reality: a 5 year old boy actually beat his ass at poker...... yet he couldn't be prouder.

"Not bad at all." Hongjoong ruffled the ball hair.

"Aww is he your son?" The waitress asked when she set down the plates of food in front of them.

Hongjoong looked over at your son, who had a hopeful twinkle in his eyes. Hongjoong smiled before confidently stating:

"Yeah, he's my son."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

If you thought Seonghwa wouldn't leave you alone before, now it is 10 times worse. He was always showing up at your house, and you couldn't exactly tell him to leave. One, he's your boss and he's still terrifying, and two, your daughter adores him and is always running to him when he comes.

So you have to constantly put up with him being around, although before it was because you didn't want to get involved with him. Now it was because you were getting too attached to him yourself and you were afraid of that.

That didn't stop Seonghwa. Sooner or later you'd officially be his, but for now, he resigns himself to just helping you with your adorable princess, as he likes to call her.

"What are we going to play today?" Seonghwa asked her, expecting her to take out her dolls or her Candyland board game.

He most definitely was not expecting her to bring out a mini sized roulette wheel to the living room. He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow.

"What? She wanted it and it's not harming anyone." You shrugged.

Seonghwa saw this as an opportunity to get something from you and actually decided to bet: if he won, you'd have to officially go out on a date with him. If your daughter won, he'd buy her anything she wanted, and in this case, she just really wanted ice cream which she'd been craving since she got sick. It was a done deal and Seonghwa thought he'd win. He's played the game so many times in his work, he felt confident.....

But after so many rounds, somehow that tiny girl in front of him seemed to accurately guess the winning number, leaving him stunned. You just laughed as he had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Well it was worth a shot......but a deal's a deal."

Picking up the girl, he kissed her cheek and smiled at her.

"Now let's go get you that ice cream you wanted princess. At least you're willing to go on a date with me."

You couldn't help rolling your eyes at his statement. Maybe one day, you'll say yes.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Seonghwa's words ended up becoming a reality: Yunho and you had been married for over a year now and you were still much in love with him as ever. He was happy and proud to finally call you his wife and to show off his son anywhere he went now.

He especially loved taking him with the other guys and their kids to their weekly game nights. Usually the kids would simply run around and play with each other while they sat around the table and play a round of Blackjack. More than one of the kids got interested one night and the men started to teach them how to play.

"So basically, if you get close to 21 without going over, you win." Yunho explained to his son.

"I wanna play!" The little boy exclaimed enthusiastically.

Seonghwa mixed the cards up and handed them to Yunho. Yunho set up the game and turned to the boy.

"Ready?"

To his surprise, and everyone else's, his son beat him in the game. Nobody was really expecting it since he'd never played it before. Yunho was astonished himself.

"Play another round. I wanna see the outcome!" Wooyoung encouraged them.

And after Seonghwa shuffled the cards again, they took turns flipping the cards over. Yunho thought for sure he was going to win since the boy decided to call stop at 16. But when he flipped his card over, it totaled to 28, meaning he automatically lost. Everyone erupted into laughs.

"You just got owned by your own son." Mingi chuckled.

Yunho wasn't upset though. He was happy that his son won. Seeing his giddy smile when he won made him feel content.

"You know, if it had been someone else, you would have been mad that you lost." Seonghwa said to him once they were cleaning up.

"Yeah, but how can I get mad at him? Not with that sunshine smile he gets." Yunho smiled.

"Yeah that's exactly what I thought....which is why I rigged the cards when I shuffled them." Seonghwa confessed.

Yunho turned to him in shock.

"You what?"

Seonghwa began laughing at Yunho's expression.

"Thank me later." Seonghwa winked at him.

"Wait! How many other games have you rigged?!"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Some things never changed: Wooyoung and Yeosang were still close as ever. After all, they were not only best friends but also brothers in law. And Wooyoung loved coming over to play with his little niece, who was now nearing 5 years old.

She was such a curious little girl. Like her father, she hardly talked, but would always seem to poke around whenever Yeosang and Wooyoung would play a game amongst themselves. She especially was interested when they would play Roulette, she loved watching the wheel spin.

Sensing her curiosity, Wooyoung picked her up and sat her in his lap.

"All right baby girl, wanna help out Uncle Wooyoung? Pick a number."

That's how it ended up going: the little girl would point to a number, not sure what it would do, but for some reason, Wooyoung would end up screaming in victory.

"I'm telling you! This kid has powers or something!" Wooyoung said, holding her up higher and kissing her cheek.

You came in the room just as he was parading her around.

"What in the world are you doing with my daughter Wooyoung?" You asked, knowing your brother was up to one of his shenanigans again.

"Celebrating the fact she helped me beat your husband and now he owes me 500 dollars. Haha!" Wooyoung released his unique hyena laugh.

You turned to look at Yeosang and gave him a questioning gaze.

"Did you just teach our daughter how to gamble?"

Yeosang raised his hand to argue.

"In my defense, it was all Wooyoung's fault."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San felt so proud of his son. Not only did he just beat him at poker, but he never even taught him how to play himself. He simply learned by watching him play with Mingi whenever he came over.

"Do you know what this means Y/N?!" San of course had to tell you about this accomplishment.

"That you're sleeping on the couch for teaching our son to gamble?" You replied, not at all happy with this information.

"It means our son is a genius! Y/N! You and I created a really smart kid! Isn't that amazing! Aren't you proud of him?" He exclaimed.

"Choi San, I'd be proud if he had won a spelling bee, gotten straight A's or won a soccer match, but knowing our son can play poker at 6 years old is somewhat concerning to me."

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Honestly San, how could you teach him those types of games?"

San gasped.

"Were you not listening? I told you! I didn't have to teach him! He learned himself by watching me and Mingi play!" He repeated himself.

You squinted your eyes at him before walking away from him.

"You're still sleeping on the couch." You said.

San began to whine.

"Oh come on Y/N! It's not that bad!"

"Why not teach him to play monopoly instead? Family friendly games?" You called out from the kitchen.

"Monopoly?! Are you insane?! That devil game destroys relationships!"

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi knew that he was screwed the minute he allowed his daughter tag along with him to Yunho's house. But he couldn't say no to her when she was looking at him with those doe eyes and pouting lips.

"I want to go with daddy." She begged, tears threatening to spill out.

So there Mingi went, bringing in a 4 year old to his best friend's house, where the other mafia members were also gathered.

"Stuck with babysitting duty?" Yeosang asked him when he came in, his tiny daughter on one of his arms.

"Don't make me say something in front of her." Mingi warned.

"Ok ok, settle down you guys. And let's try to keep it PG for the princess here." Yunho said, trying to keep the environment safe.

Clearly Jongho and Yeosang didn't understand that since they took advantage of the fact Mingi was occupied in a phone call to teach his daughter the basics of blackjack, which she caught on quick. Mingi came back to the scene and was shocked.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Mingi screeched.

"Language." Hongjoong reminded him.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Mingi picked her up from Jongho's grasp.

"Playing! Want to play with me?" She pleaded with him.

Mingi thought that one round wouldn't hurt her. They'd play, they'd leave and he'd pretend like this never happened. But it did hurt. It hurt him when his daughter beat him, not once, but 5 times! Because she liked the game so much and kept asking him to play again and again.

"Can we play with mommy when we get home?"

Mingi's heart sank as he realized how you were going to react when you found out he took her to Yunho's house and she might have become a blackjack enthusiast.

"Uh.....sweetie how about we don't tell mommy about this? Hmm?"

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Are you ready to get your butt kicked yet again son?" Wooyoung smirked at his 7 year old son.

"I'll beat you this time old man!" The little boy held up his fist, making Wooyoung chuckle.

Although Wooyoung had wanted a little girl, he loved his son to death. He was his best friend, his playmate, his new partner in crime, and more often than not, it resulted in both of them getting in trouble with you. He was the exact replica of his father, personality wise that is. Physically, he resembled you more.

You were disappointed when you found out Wooyoung had been teaching his son to play, not just poker, but every single card game known to man. But boys will be boys, and your son was just as competitive as his father and vowed that one day he'd beat him in one game.

"Keep dreaming buddy." Wooyoung would usually respond to him.

But the day finally came. Your son beat his own father and mentor in a card game. Wooyoung just stood there for a minute, contemplating if this was reality.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Wooyoung completely forgot that he shouldn't swear in front of his kid. As if he didn't forget almost every day.

"I beat your sorry ass old man!" The kid began running around with joy.

Wooyoung stared at him in disbelief.

"You cheated didn't you?! I demand a rematch you little demon."

Wooyoung began chasing the little boy down. You came in the room, wondering what all the fuss was about. You managed to scoop up your son in your arms.

"What is going on around here?" You demanded to know.

"Boomer here can't accept the fact I kicked his shitty ass." Your son stuck his tongue out at Wooyoung.

You widened your eyes.

"Where on earth did you learn those words?"

Wooyoung looked at your son, silently begging him to blame Mingi or Yunho. But the little boy grinned at him evilly before responding:

"Daddy did of course."

You whipped your head to Wooyoung, who just started laughing nervously.

"Kids say the darnest things these days....right?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You absolutely refused to at first. But you gave in and started bringing your daughter to work with you because Jongho kept insisting. The other people would often fawn over her cause she was just the most adorable and precious being they've ever seen.

Jongho doted on her the most. People were shocked to see him hold her in his arms, gift her endless presents and overall just show a side of him they'd never seen before. You were surprised yourself. How on earth was this young mafia boss so good with kids?

You hated to admit it, but you actually felt more relaxed than before. Now you knew Jongho would never use your daughter against you and spent time with her because he found her cute. So you had no problem leaving her alone with him at times.

During one of these times, you were busy making several calls to different people and checking certain 'materials' that needed to be looked over to make sure it was what Jongho ordered. Having been satisfied that it was, you went back to the office and found Jongho and your daughter sitting across from each other, cards displayed in front of them.

When Jongho saw you, he smiled.

"Hello there Mrs. Choi." He'd often call you that just to tease you.

"Jongho, I swear if you are teaching my daughter poker or any card game-"

"Relax baby. We're actually just playing speed. I'm not dumb enough to teach a 3 year old girl any sort of those things. That's something Wooyoung or San would do." He interrupted you.

During his conversation with you, he didn't realize the little girl had already finished up all her cards, making her the winner. Jongho looked down at the 5 cards he still had left. He turned to you and frowned.

"See? Now you made me lose."

He sighed and looked at your daughter's smiling face. It was contagious and it made him smile as well.

"But since it's you I don't mind at all." He cooed at her, cupping her cheeks in the process.

He then turned to you.

"You however, it was your fault I lost. You should make it up to me." He said as he lifted your daughter in his arms as if she were only a feather.

You rolled your eyes.

"And how do you want me to make it up to you?"

Jongho smirked at you. Since the beginning, he had been asking you constantly to be his, and this time, it was no different.

"Say yes."

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[tydur]

'𝙊𝙧 𝙉𝙖𝙝'; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

꧁𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 '𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐡' 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝꧂

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: nsfw under the cut✨ 

writing this made me realize how wack these lyrics are sdnjagfb

ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ: 

“You gonna run it for these hunnids girl or nah? Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah? Don't play with a boss, girl take it off Take it for a real one You gonna get it all“

mmmmm sugardaddychi makes me throb <333333

he is the type of sugar daddy to spoil you to hell and back as he should

and then he also gives u a monthly allowance... which brings me to my next point

he’ll give u dat monthly allowance and then you’ll go to the mall and head into victorias secret and get some lingerie you know will drive him up the walls

then into your walls

sorry. sugar daddy Daichi just makes me pulse

and w said new pieces of clothing (can it actually be qualified as that lmaoao) 

you make your way to daichis

mans is there PREPARED

and you get in, set your stuff down and make your way to Daichi's room to see him sitting on the edge of the bed in only basketball shorts

im drooling

“come to daddy, baby”

IM DROOLING

you sit in his lap, perched up as he places little kisses all over your neck

“show me what you got, princess”

and so you do and mans wastes NO time as soon as all your clothes are off, lingerie an exception ofc, he pulls you down to his lap and pulls down his shorts

“you look so good, sweetheart. daddy thinks that that was money well spent”

you basically drool all over him at the use of his nickname like me

pulls your panties to the side, “im gonna fuck you with this set on, okay, darling? you ready for daddy’s cock?”

we stan the consent in this household

you nod, whimpering as he pushes into your soaking pussy

“there you go, baby. take my cock so well. i want you to fuck yourself on daddy’s cock- go ahead baby.”

and obviously u get your hips moving swEetheart

cause whatever daddy says, is what u do

omg i am going to get cAught up- moving oN

ᴛᴇʀᴜsʜɪᴍᴀ:

“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah? Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?“

awww fuck

mr. piercing back at it again

makes my pussy throb just thinking about that pierced tongue between my thighs

so i thought these lyrics were perfect for him tbh

also for me it is canon that this mother fuckin lizard bitch has a big dick dont @ me

so when yall fuck u get s t r e t c h e d

like i just did w that word

so clever

anywho

another point that i have to cover cause of the lyrics is when ur giving him a bj the bitch does not HESITATE to fuck your throat w NO warning

you’ll quickly pull away, coughing and trying to catch ur breath

you slap his thigh and scold him to not do it again

but guess what bitch

he does it again

sigh

n e wayz

mans eats u out w EXPERTISE

is that the word

but he is so good at it??????

kinda makes u worried why hes a god at it-

but u are NOT complaining once that tongue flicks against ur clit WOOH

his tongue piercing makes everything 10x better

and he knows how to use that thing

but he also loves teasing u w it ugh

mother fucker

makes you cum against his face at least twice before yall get to the actual fucking

and when he pulls back his face is covered in your juices and you get so embarrassed, looking away and trying to cover your face and close your legs

but uh uh

he thinks its so hot lord help him

makes you look at him,

“fuck, you’re so fucking hot baby. imma need you to cum on my dick next time tho”

n e x t

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ:

“Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Or nah, or nah“

hyena back at it againnnnn w the bed headdd <333

ok this is him wanting a threesome w another girl as the lyrics state dumbass madeleine

anywho

its mostly just because the thought of you on top of another girl makes his cock do a 180

i DiD a FuLl 180, CrAzY

yall im-

n e wayz

its a mutual decision, obvi, and u think a threesome w another girl is extremely hot

tho u may get jealous but that's not the point here

extremely hot

so yall go to the bar

and try to scout someone out

and lorddd do u find someone

gorgeousss and her body was like amazing

i think u were staring more than kuroo was tbh jhdhefhyg

so u go up to her, all flirty and whatev and start chatting her up

then eventually kuroo comes as well

mY dirty mind stOp

and then yall tell her that u want a threesome

shes obvi like dUh cause yall are bootiful

so threesome insues

idk im tired do i actually have to write the threesome

#badwritertingz

just wanna watch bnha but nOOOO im behind on my writing

oMG I NEEDA STOP

this is who yall like ?????

so yall get back to the hotel and kuroo just sits down on the chair beside the bed and ur like ?????

to which he says- he saYS hes just gonna watch and ur like 0.0

but who are u to complain w this girl all up on u <3333333

so basically just half the time u and the girl go at it while kuroo just jerks off and praises the both of u sigh

and then he FINALLY joins in

and that when the real fun ensues

ok that's it brain not working im still stuck up on the first two ndmduhjasdjyg

yall i gave up on the end im SO SORRY FORGIVE ME BABES

[spiritofchaoticdreams]

Gotham’s Puppet Princess, PART 4

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 5)

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“Damian?”, she repeated.  Damian Al Ghul  stood in a black turtleneck and jeans a few feet away from her. She walked over to him and the closer she got the more she noticed that he grew a bit since she'd last seen him. ‘He’s still a shrimp though’, she snorted. She was now standing in front of him, sure she hadn’t grown much since she last saw him but she was now 5’5. It was kinda funny how she was towering over him. She poked his cheek, he glared at her and slapped her hand away.  He’s really here. 

“So, whatcha- I mean what are you doing here? In Gotham I mean.”, she asked. Rubbing her poor hand. ‘Ouch!’, she thought dryly.

“If I told you, I might have to kill you.”, he said in a joking tone, a slight smirk on his face. 

“I finally got you to make a joke and that’s what you do?”, Marinette snorted, “Anyone tell you, your sense of humor is a bit twisted?” 

He rolled his eyes, “Says the daugh-.” He stopped himself mid sentence, they both knew what he was going to say. But they weren’t alone. Just random extras around them. Not even toys. Although, it's really bad for business if someone overheard MDL was the daughter of the Joker. She snorted and walked out the door.

“The daughter of a great comedian.”, she smiled over her shoulder as she descended the small flight of stairs. Once she was on the sidewalk, she stopped and spun around. “Well, it was nice to see you Dami. But Daddy says I have to be home by curfew.” She waved and turned back around and started walking away. 

“Wait! Marinette!”, Damian’s voice said rather loudly, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Seeing Damian Al Ghul dressed as Steve Jobs running toward her made her laugh a bit. “I’ll escort you home!” He said in his serious voice. She thought it over. Damian Al Ghul, he knows who she is. Who her Pops is. He’s the grandson of Pops’ business partner. What’s the harm in him walking her home? 

“Why not?”, she smiled. He nodded and together they walked in silence. It reminded her of him taking her down to the Lazarus Pit. Except this time, he’s not carrying her like a princess. “Hey Damian, what were you doing in the Wayne Hotel?”, she asked. 

“I thought I said if I told you, I’d have to kill you.”, he said in that same joking tone. ‘He smiled! I think? Was that a smile?’, she thought. 

Marinette chuckled, “Yeah right. Then you’d risk our families going to war.” She smiled and Damian got this weird look on his face. She was tempted to ask him, but he probably wouldn’t have told her anything. So she didn’t acknowledge it. They walked in silence, the tension a bit thick.

After a few blocks Marinette noticed they were passing a grocery store. Quickly, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him along with her. “Oh! That reminds me! I have to pick up some steak.” She smiled at him. 

He gave her a confused look, “Steak?”, he repeated. She hummed in agreement, they entered the store, “for my brothers! I promised them some steak before I left so now I have to get them some.”

“You have brothers?”, he asks. Marinette giggles, she scans the isles and spots the frozen meat section. Once again she pulls Damian along with her. 

“Yup!”, she cheered. “Actually, they were Pops’ anniversary present to...you know who. I was raised with them.” Damian had a clueless but intrigued look so Marinette continued. “ Well, they’re the...” she stopped to look around and make sure there was no one around her, “hyenas.”, she whispered in his ear. She let his arm go and started looking through the store's selection of steaks.

“So what were you doing in Wayne Hotel?”, he asked. Marinette didn’t bother turning to look at him. 

“If I told you, I might have to kill you.”, she repeated his earlier words, mimicking his serious tone. He scoffed, so she added,“Just kidding! I was there for work!”  She read the labels on the steak. 

Sirloin, T-bone, Flank, Tri-tip, Rib-eye. So many choices! She pouted, her brothers weren’t picky but which one should she get them?  “Work?”, she heard Damian ask. She nodded, and pulled out her card and threw it at him. She assumed he caught it based on how she didn’t hear anything. 

“MDL Boutique. The “DL” stands for don’t keep us on the downlow.”, she replied nonchalantly.  Damian didn’t respond, ‘He’s probably reading the card’, she thought. Fudge it! She’ll get them Sirloin! She grabbed two packages and saw Damian staring at her card. Then he looked her dead in the eye. 

“You...run a business? No, I believe the better question is you’re a matchmaker? ”, he asked, a confused look on his face. Marinette looked at him, “Well, I am certified,” She placed a finger to her chin, “Soooo...yes.” She smiled sheepishly.

Damian shakes his head, and chuckles slightly, “Why? How are you certified?” She shushed him with a finger, then walked over to the cash register. He sputtered, “Marinette Dolly Levi!”He groaned and headed over to the candy isle.  She giggled and looked at the cashier. It was a blonde lady in her early twenties who looked amused by Marinette and Damian, she gave Marinette an delighted look. 

“Your boyfriend looks a little embarrassed.”, she winked, “What did you do? Give him a hickey?” Marinette didn’t know how to respond. Damian wasn’t her boy friend. But he was a boy she was almost friends with. So almost boyfriend? Also what the heck is a hickey? The girl laughed, most likely  at her lack of response. “You’re so adorable!” Now that made her face heat up, she knew she was cute, but adorable? Marinette looked anywhere but the girl as she loaded her steaks onto the conveyor belt.

“You’re buying me this in retribution, Levi!”, Damian hissed as he slammed a chocolate bar on the conveyor belt. The cashier looked a little amused, and Marinette just placed it with her steaks. “Now please explain to me how you are a certified matchmaker?”, Damian grit his teeth. 

“I took a course, and then I graduated with flying colors!”, she said nonchalantly. “I even have a diploma at home.” She pulled out her wallet and waited for the cashier girl to give her the price.

“That’ll be 22.06 dollars.”, the cashier said, staring at Marinette with a curious look.

Marinette paid the money, placed her steak in a bag. Meanwhile Damian grabbed the receipt and his chocolate bar then began scarfing it down. “Aww! I don’t get any chocolate?”, she pouted. Her only response was Damian hissing at her.  She smiled when she heard Damian hurrying after her. “So you’ve heard what I’ve been up to. Now what’s been going on with you?”, she asked. “Also, what’s a hickey?” Damian almost choked on his chocolate.

___*****Line Break*****___

They’d been walking a while, and were almost to the hideout when Damian pointed out that they were passing by a toy store. She looked over  her shoulder to give the store a courtesy glance when she saw it. In the store’s window, there were stuffed animals, lions, tigers, bears, and one familiar bunny. She walked over to the bunny,  and shakily placed her hand over the glass. She whispered, “Cottontail.”  A smile taking over her features as she wanted to reach through the glass and take the toy.  Just to hug it for a minute or two, let herself feel at ease once more. 

“Do you want that toy?”, Damian’s voice brought her back to where she was. She blinked and looked down at the bunny. It wasn’t pure white with green button eyes, no it was grey with a white patch over one eye, its eyes weren’t buttons either. And it was naked! 

She frowned and stepped away from the store, “No, it’s a far cry from the real thing.” She looked over at Damian, despite his frown she saw the familiar gleam of curiosity in his eye. She kept walking in the direction of home and gestured for him to follow her. “When I was a toddler, I didn’t have any friends and my brothers were still a bit too rough for me to play with. So Pops got me a playmate, a stuffed bunny named Cottontail. He was my best friend...but...it wasn’t just my legs I lost that day.” She felt her eyes start to water and she quickly wiped away any stray tears. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Damian eyeing her with what she thinks is suspicion. 

“Why are you giving me so much information?”, he asked. 

“You already know who I am, and I really don’t see the point in playing games with you.”, she replied with a small smile. Damian didn’t respond, maybe it’s best he didn’t say anything. They were only a few minutes away from the factory, she could actually see it from where they were. But Damian probably wouldn’t leave until he saw her walk into her home. She shrugged, it’s just Damian, the grandson of Pops’ business partner. Again, what’s the harm in it?

“Well, here we are.”, she said. They were at the fenced gate surrounding the factory that clearly said, “No trespassing.” Damian gave her a look, she rolled her eyes and exclaimed. “Don’t give me that look. This is where I’ve been living!” 

Damian rubbed his temples and sighed. He crossed his arms, “Marinette, you expect me to believe that you and your father have been living in such an obvious location?” 

 Marinette huffed, “Believe what you want, but I have steaks to deliver.” She sashayed away into the factory’s parking lot. She didn’t make it very far before Damian started following her, and so she stopped dead in her tracks. “So are you gonna want to stay for dinner?”, she asked as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Because Pops said Judy made my favorite, Spinach Puffs!” 

Damian looked like he was either going to accept or he was considering it, but then his phone rang. He looked a little annoyed at the name on the caller ID, he tsked. “What do you want Drake?”, he asked. Marinette fiddled with her hands unsure of whether or not she should just keep walking to the secret entrance. Though that name got her curious, was it a codename? Was it assassin stuff? Should she be listening in on this? “Fine, have my transportation arrangements set up and I’ll be there.” Definitely assassin stuff.  He hung up the call, he gave Marinette a somewhat apologetic look. “As tempting as that sounds, I have to decline.”, he said. 

Marinette shook her head, “No worries. Guess I’ll just say goodnight then.” She waved a little and started walking closer to the secret entrance when Damian stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She turned to watch him pull  out a pen and her receipt from the store. He writes something on the slip of paper and hands it to her. “My personal phone number, if you need the assistance of the grandson of the demon head. ” 

Marinette grinned at him. “Of course, thank you Damian! But you do know my phone number is on my business card right?”  

Damian gave her a deadpan look, then he got this nervous look on his face, it seemed so out of place. “Marinette, can you answer me this question honestly?”, he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Why are you wearing spray tan?”  

Marinette froze slightly, ‘he noticed? But how?’, she pondered but then she broke into a fit of giggles,“You know me, I’m a daddy’s girl. I want to be just like him. He says “jump’ ” She looked Damian dead in the eyes and smiled as she said, “I ask how ''high”. He asked me if I wanted to be like him. How could I ever say no? But in order to parade around as Marinette Dolly Levi, I have to look like a regular teenage girl.”

“Your loyalty is admirable.”, Damian said, “To be as loyal as you are to your father, that type of devotion would be highly rewarded in the league.” 

“I don’t know about all that, but Pops is the one who’s given me so much! He raised me, cared for me, provided for me! He even saved me from death, then he healed me, and he even found a way for me to walk again! Then he helped me get back in the game, and I was reborn again! I will do anything Pops asks, because of how much he’s done for me!”, she exclaimed wholeheartedly. Then her eyes widened in shock, and she cried out,  “Oh crud, curfew!” 

She pulled Damian in for a hug and said, “Goodnight Damian! Get home safely!” And booked it to the doorway of the hideout. Marinette knocked on the door, she looked over her shoulder and Damian was nowhere to be seen. The door creaked open and she was met with darkness. Before she could blink she was pulled inside and was shoved onto a chair. Then she heard a distinct click-click sound and there was a light blinding her. Then the door slammed behind her.

“Young lady do you have any idea what time it is!”, Pops shouted at her, his silhouette outlined by a giant lamp shining behind him. Marinette had to squint really hard just to see his face, he was frowning. Crud.

 Marinette winced and looked down at her feet, “I’m sorry Papa, I must have lost track of time at the grocery store.” She said gesturing to the bag of steaks she had in her arms. Pops pinched the bridge of his nose, “Marinette Dolly Levi.” She flinched, ‘Full name!? Oh I’m in trouble.’, she thought. “I get it. I do, you’re 13. You want to explore, test the boundaries of your freedom!” ‘There’s a but to this isn’t there?’, she sighed inwardly. Then Pops’ smiled and Marinette could tell that it was strained, “But! You are 13! You have a curfew for a reason!”, he paused. “We live in a society that preys on the innocent and tries to corrupt and turn the whole world into a depraved cesspit of despair and deception….And my sweet Dolly, you are one such innocent soul.” 

“Pops, I would’ve been fine. I am your daughter-“, she was cut off by Pops holding up his hand in a “stop” motion. “I’m your father, yes. My influence spreads almost all over the world, but there are thousands. No, millions of people who would love to get their slimy hands on the Joker’s daughter!”, he said, his voice getting louder and more desperate with every word.

Marinette looked at him, she opened her mouth to refute that she would’ve been fine. She can fight! She can distract! She can evade! Nobody even knows who she is! “Like Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy!”, Pops added. Marinette froze, her blood ran cold. “Oh they would love to find out that you lived and then use you as bait. Hell, maybe brainwash you to think I’m the bad guy! Then get you to fight me! And-” Pops froze whatever he was about to say was lost. It took Marinette a few seconds to understand why. She was crying, her face full of tears streaming down her face and soft sobs escaping her. Pops looked a bit scared, then he bent down and extended his arms out towards her. Marinette immediately threw herself off the chair and ran into his arms, and sobbed.   

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”, Marinette hiccuped into his jacket. Pops patted her hair, and hugged her tightly, “There, there. Daddy’s here. I-I went too far. I’m sorry.” His voice full of remorse and the way it cracked, made her freeze. She made him cry, she made him cry. No. Pops should be smiling! 

Marinette clung to his jacket even more, “N-no! It was my f-f-a-ault for missing curfew!” She sobbed, “You were right!” He shushed her, and pushed her away so that she was looking at him “There, there, Dolly.” He used his hand to wipe her tears away, “No more tears.” Marinette tried to stop, but it was hard. The tears wouldn’t stop, and the more she tried to force it, the more the tears fell. 

“Just smile, darn you smile.”, Pops softly sang, “Everybody needs a clown! Now with just one stroke.” Pops’ voice trailed off and instinctively Marinette finished the rest of the song through her tears, “The final joke. Just smile, darn ya smile.” They both started laughing as they sang the rest of the song. Marinette sang the song louder and louder with every word. And soon she forgot what had just occurred. Or tried to, the guilt of upsetting Pops. The way she took his smile away was eating away at her.

___*****Line Break*****___

Marinette woke up to the sweet smell of pancakes, she hurried down the stairs, past Bud and Lou who were still sleeping off their midnight steaks. She made it to the area they had deemed the kitchen area and saw Pops already at the table reading a newspaper in one hand and eating a spinach puff in the other. A small plate of the delicious treats in front of them.  He looked up from the paper, “Good morning Dolly!” 

She grinned at him, “Morning Popsicle!” She passes by him and kisses his cheek and hurries over to the stove where Judy handed her a plate of warm pancakes. She beamed at Judy who smiled at her, and signed “Enjoy!”. Marinette’s mouth salivated at the sight of them, warm and crispy, she sat down at her seat at the table when Pops’ spoke up.

“You know, I don’t know why I overreacted last night. ”, Pops said, making Marinette stop and freeze, remembering his words from last night. “ I mean it’s not like you were out and about with some boy!”, Pops cackled as he stuffed his face with another mouthful of pancake. Wait, that's a bad thing?! Maybe it’s a good thing she chose not to mention that she walked home with Damian last night. Still she shouldn’t be hiding things from Pops, but she doesn’t want him to cry because she was a bad daughter. Yeah she should keep quiet about Damian. Speaking of Damian, there was something he never told her. Even when she asked politely.

“Pops’ what’s a hickey?”, she asked before stuffing her mouth with her breakfast. Pops’ eyes widened and looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. Then he choked on his second pancake, he was hacking and struggling to get the pastry lodged in his throat out. Marinette panicked and ran over to him but was pushed aside by Judy. Who promptly gave him the heimlich maneuver, immediately the mashed up food went flying across the table landing on Marinette’s plate. ‘Ew!’, she thought, trying not to gag. Luckily, it didn’t touch any of her pancakes. 

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD!”, Pops yelled. Marinette tilted her head, “Why?”, she asked. “THAT IS A VERY BAD WORD!”  was her response. ‘That doesn’t answer my question though’, she thought. ‘Maybe Lila or Alya would know.’

“Okay, Pops!”, Marinette said as finished her first pancake. ‘If it’s a bad word, then why did the cashier girl ask if she gave Damian a hickey?’, she pondered. It just doesn’t make any sense! What is a hickey?!She absent mindly went for more pancakes, only for her fork to touch the plate, she looked back down at her plate, her pancake...It...Was...Gone! What?! She still had two left on her plate! She looked over at Pops’ plate. When did he go get more pancakes? Wait why does he have two plates?!

GASP! He stole her plate! Right as she was about to say something, Bud came running with her purse in his mouth. She slid off her seat to kneel down in front of him and he dropped it in her  lap. She smiled at him and scratched his chin, “Thank you Lou!” She looked at her phone and saw she had 10 missed calls from Pants On Fire. “Oh crud! I’m supposed to go to Wayne Hotel to meet with Lila!” She shot up like a bullet and was about to run off to her room when Pops cleared his throat. 

 “Dolly”, he said without even looking up from his newspaper. “Curfew.” Marinette nodded and nervously smiled, “Of course! It won’t ever happen again!”  The guilt from making Pops worry over her was beginning to eat at her again. “You should tan a bit when you get home.”, he added as she walked away.

It had been a while since she spent some time in her tanning bed. Guess her tan was starting to fade a bit. Looks like those stupid self tanning spray were cheap after all! “Okay Pops!”, she said. 

She ran upstairs to her room and changed out of her pajamas into something more business casual. Is she forgetting anything? Keys, phone, wallet, tools, purse? Nope, that’s everything. She ran back downstairs, passing by her sleeping brothers, and racing to the kitchen where most of her family was. Punch and Judy eating some delicious looking pancakes, her stomach growled at the sight. All the while, Pops was still reading the newspaper. She kissed Pops’ cheek, and gave hugs to Punch and Judy. Before she left the kitchen, Pops cleared his throat.

“Do you have everything you need?”, Pops asked, finally looking up from his newspaper. Marinette shook her head yes, Pops smiled. “Attagirl. Just remember to be home by 10:00.” Marinette nodded and ran out the door.  She texted Lila.

Me: I’m on my way

She booked it to the nearest bus stop and waited. Then her phone beeped, twice. She looked around, she was alone. There was no one who looked like they might take her away. She pulled out her phone and unlocked it.

Pants on Fire: Ok

Ok? Ok!? Is this girl serious?! She called her numerous times just for ok?! Ugh! Stupid toy! She’s lucky she’s even playing with her! She frowned and shoved her phone back into her purse. Then her stomach grumbled slightly, she was confused.Then it hit her, she’s only running on one pancake. Oh well, it’s what she gets for missing curfew.

___*****Line Break*****___

 Eventually, she made it back to the Wayne Hotel. Finally here! She walked up the staircase and through the doors, sighing she pulled out her phone and texted Lila.

Me: I’m in the lobby 

Me: Be there soon!

Then she overheard an excited squeal, curious she turned her head and saw Alya talking to two boys. A blonde boy who looked both happy and nervous, and a boy with glasses and a red cap who just looked concerned. The trio was about 10 feet away from her, but they were right next to the elevator.  Marinette could tell how happy Alya was from where she was at the door.  Her earrings seemed to glow brighter than usual, was it cause she was happier than usual? 

The closer Marinette got to the elevator the more she could hear the trio. “Seriously? You’re dad’s coming to the Wayne Gala?! That’s so awesome! Do you think you could get me an interview with him?”, Alya exclaimed as she stared at the Blondie with stars in her eyes. But the Blondie was silent, seeing Blondie like this Alya’s red glow dimmed and Glasses placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Adrien. Dude. Are you okay?”, he asked. ‘That’s Adrien? He’s kinda meh. Why did Lila lie about him?’, she thought. ‘Is he super rich or something?’ Blondie, or Adrien reached up to grab the other boy’s hand and smiled reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry Nino. I’m fine, it’s just Father is planning a father-son outing tomorrow.”, Adrien smiled. Well that doesn’t seem like something to be upset over. “It’s going to be the first time we’ve hung outside the house since my mom disappeared.” Oh, should she be listening to this conversation?

Marinette was close enough now to see their faces, and honestly? They both seemed bland. Sure they were good-looking in their own right, but that’s it.  So far they didn’t seem like anything more than toys. 

“Oh that’s so amazing Adrien! Wait tomorrow? So he’s already here? Or coming tomorrow?”, Alya questioned. A confused look on her face, Glasses or Nino looked a bit upset at this revelation. Marinette was right next to them now, she didn’t look at them,or try to gain Alya’s attention. She needs to get to Lila’s room to do some final touch ups to the dress. 

“Actually, he arrived the same day we did. He’s just been busy trying to branch out in Gotham.”, Adrien admitted. Marinette pressed the button for the elevator and it came to her almost immediately. She stepped inside and overheard Adrien say, “Father thinks it’ll be good for the brand if he is friends with Bruce Wayne and I’m friends with-” The elevator doors closed as she pressed the 12th floor button, effectively cutting off Adrien. 

After a minute or two she was up on the 12th floor, and now standing in front of Lila’s room. She knocked and there was no response. She pulled out her phone and texted Lila.

Me: I’m here!

Me: Like right outside your door

After 5 minutes she still had no response. Okay nothing to worry about, she’ll just call her. She clicked on Lila’s contact name and waited. 

___*****Line Break*****___

Soooooo, she called Lila twice, with about 3 minutes in between each call. Okay maybut it looked like she hadn’t even read her messages. Did she step out? Did she  forget her phone? Is she on the phone again? Or is she on the toilet? Maybe she should check the door, if it's locked she’ll wait. If it's unlocked she’ll go in. She grabbed the doorknob and twisted, it was unlocked. She released it and face palmed.

What is wrong with this girl?! This is Gotham! Seriously? Did this girl not learn from the first time she walked into her room?! Unless, she’s dead. Ugh! She better not walk in on a dead body! She sighed and twisted the door knob again, and walked into the room. So far no corpse smell.

She walked further into the room and saw Lila. In the Peacock Dress,  staring into a floor-length mirror that was attached to the wall. All the while swaying her hips to see the skirt of the dress twirl. She was able to see Lila’s face through the reflection, and the girl had a pleased look on her face. Seriously?! She was here the entire time?! Marinette resisted the urge to facepalm, and instead of grabbing Lila’s hair and twisting it like it was playdough, she took a deep breath. She put on the most genuine smile she could muster.

“Hey Lila!”, she chirped. Lila jumped and Marinette saw Lila’s reflection looked shocked for just a second before turning into a smile. It kind of looked genuine.

“Marinette! Darling! What a surprise! I didn’t even hear you come in!”, Lila beamed.  Still modeling with the dress on. 

“Well, the door was unlocked and you didn’t answer my texts or calls.”, Marinette said, “And because this is Gotham, I was worried.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was.

Lila didn’t look like she acknowledged her comment, she just kept twirling. Then Lila piped up, “I know what you mean. I’ve been here for over a week now and I simply can’t relax unless I have this dress on! Gotham is such a gloomy mess.” Oh now that made her mad, insulting her hometown?! Does this girl have a death wish?

If Lila saw the anger in her eyes, she didn’t show it. Instead she kept modeling in the mirror, even blowing kisses at her reflection. ‘Is she trying to annoy her?’, Marinette thought. Lila looked at Marinette through the mirror and smiled.  Marinette was able to smile by imagining Lila’s head on a spike, while she and Pops laughed.

“Honestly, Mari, Darling. I worry about you being in such a dangerous city. All the unsavory types roaming the streets.”, Lila said as she spun around and faced Marinette directly. She walked over to her and placed her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “Especially since you’re in Jester’s gang.” 

Wait...What? Who’s Jester? Marinette didn’t need to fake a look of confusion, who the hell is Jester? Wait a minute...Does she mean Pops?! ‘I’m gonna kill her.’, she thought.  But then, Lila moved her hands down her arms, and now she was holding her hands. Marinette looked her in the eye in mild confusion “Marinette, you have to leave his gang. Haven’t you seen what he did to that one psychiatrist? The one who got close to him? He brainwashed her, got her pregnant and then he...he killed their daughter!”, Lila said so earnestly that Marinette probably would’ve believed her if she had just been a goon. She felt her body begin to shake, then she was giggling. She shook her hands free and laughed a bit crazily in Lila’s face. 

“Lila, I know you like to lie, but I’m not playing this game. Po-The Joker didn’t brainwash Harley Quinn. She tricked him into loving her, tricked him into trusting her.” She growled, and then a look of fear flashed in Lila’s eyes. Marinette took a step forward and Lila stepped back. “And you want to know what she did to that trust?” Memories of the pain, the fear and the eventual release from the everlasting agony were flooding her brain. Seeing Pops’ saddened face whenever she brought up HER. All they did was fuel her anguish and anger. 

Every step she took forward, Lila stepped back. Now Lila’s back was up against the mirror, and she slammed her hands onto the wall, effectively trapping Lila with her body. She stared Lila dead in the eyes, “She stabbed him in the back and killed their daughter!”, she screamed. Tears streamed down her face, “Marinette Quinzel is dead, her mother killed her.”, She spat out like the words were poison. She pushed her body off the wall and stepped away from Lila.

“I’m leaving. Don’t call unless there’s a problem with the dress.”, she muttered as she walked right out of the room, quietly wiping any stray tears.

___*****Line Break*****___

Marinette walked in a bit of a huff as she began storming out of the elevator. ‘Stupid toy! Lucky I didn’t grab her by the sausages for disrespecting Pops! And for making me cry! Ugh!’, she stomped her foot on the ground and fought back the urge to scream. Why did she think Lila was a good toy anyways!? She should’ve just stayed home and watched Netflix!

She was tempted to just kick the next person she saw, actually that might cheer her up. Ugh today has just been the worst! Maybe she should call Damian and see if he’s free. Tell him things she can’t really tell Pops. Pops. If he heard Lila, that dumb girl would be in the hospital being treated for Joker venom. Ugh! When she gets home she’ll eat a whole tub of ice cream! Hopefully that will help her forget about this horrible day! Oh great she was gonna cry again.

“Mari!”, she heard Alya call. Oh crud! Oh crud! She put on her best mile, and turned to Alya’s direction. Alya was with Glasses and Blondie, the latter two looking to be invested in their conversation. She waved at Alya who ran over to her, “Hey girl!” Alya was grinning excitedly at her, her earrings glowing brighter than ever. Like a fire glowing at night. But then her smile disappeared, and the glow to her earrings dimmed. A lot, from a fire to a firefly. Why? 

She got her answer when Alya looked concerned, it didn’t take Marinette long to put the dots together. Marinette rubbed her eyes. But there were no tears. How could she tell? Was her make-up running? No it was waterproof. Where her eyes puffy? No, she stopped crying a while ago. How? How could she tell?

“Hey Alya.”, she tried to smile. Alya didn’t smile back, instead she walked up to Marinette. Her upset look bothered Marinette. 

“Marinette. Are you okay?”, Alya asked looking into her eyes. ‘Am I okay? I-I...No! I’m not! Pops is mad at me! I messed up! Lila’s lying about Pops! A-and I’m not okay!’, the words were caught in her throat. Marinette’s lip trembled and she threw herself into Alya’s arms. Alya immediately wrapped her arms around Marinette. It felt..comfortable? No...That’s not the word...Safe. She felt safe in her arms. Why did she feel safe? 

 Hiding her face in Alya’s shoulder, Marinette clung to Alya. Tears silently cascading, no longer being held back by the fake smile. “Marinette, do you want to talk about it?”, Alya whispered.

“I-I got into a fight with my pop-a.”, Marinette sobbed in a hushed tone. Alya tensed and her hold around Marinette tightened. “I missed curfew and…and-”

“He blew up at you, didn’t he?”, A familiar voice piped up. Marinette froze and turned her head to see Blondie and Glasses.  Glasses looked a little nervous and like he wanted to go somewhere else, Blondie on the other hand. He kept walking closer to them and for some reason she felt like she was back at the Lazarus Pit. Why? Was Blondie an assassin? She didn’t get this feeling earlier, what was causing it? She instinctively wiped her eyes and went back to hiding her face in Alya’s shoulder. Then her stomach growled. Loud. Suddenly, it felt like everyone’s eyes were on her. Observing her. Judging her. Making her feel even worse.

Alya pulled away and Marinette looked up so that they were making eye contact. “Why don’t we get you something to eat, then we can talk about it?”, Alya suggested. A soft smile directed at Marinette. It reminded her of the happier times with Cottontail. How? What was it that made Alya a source of comfort?

“My treat”, Blondie offered, he grinned at her and Marinette was blinded. Blondie was pure sunshine, something that is rarely seen here in Gotham. Glasses gave her a nervous smile but when she timidly smiled back, he seemed a bit more relaxed. Marinette stopped clinging to Alya and was now standing by her side. 

She eyed Glasses and Blondie up and down. Okay these guys weren’t toys, but they weren’t not toys either. But... they are Alya’s toys- no Alya’s friends. She’ll play nice for now, but if they start looking for something, she’ll give it to them.

“Mari, this is the love of my life Nino, my boyfriend.” Alya gestured to a now blushing Glasses. “Aw babe!”, he gushed. “And this is Adrien, Nino’s and my boyfriend.” She gestured towards Blondie who’s face immediately turned red. “A-alya!”, Blondie blushed. Boy friend? Marinette thought back to what the cashier said. 

“Your boyfriend looks a little embarrassed.”, she winked, “What did you do? Give him a hickey?”

Alya has a boy friend? Or boy friends?  Apparently you give a bo yfriend hickeys, so Alya gives tthem hickies? So Alya will know what a hickey is! Grinning she pulled Alya’s coat arm to get her attention. 

“Hey Alya, since you have boy friends you can answer this for me! What’s a hickey?”, Marinette asked. Alya sputtered and Glasses turned into a tomato, why is that every one’s response?  She frowned, “Seriously? Is no one going to tell me what a hickey is?! I’ve been asking people that all day and no one’s told me!”  She turned to Blondie and he didn’t look like Alya or Glasses. He looked just as clueless as her! 

“Do you know what a hickey is?”, she asked him. Alya immediately grabbed hold of Marinette and spun her around so that they were face to face.

“Mari, girl. How old are you?”, she asked. Marinette smiled and chirped, “I’m 13!” Alya looked horrified and looked over at Glasses. The boy was red and trying to hide his face in his hat. Blondie just looked confused. 

“What’s a hickey?”, he asked Alya, who screeched, “Let’s go find something to eat!” and dragged them all towards the hotel’s doors. Marinette and Blondie shared a confused look which turned into small giggles and chuckles. 

___*****Line Break*****___

In the end Blondie had taken them to a restaurant right across from the Wayne Hotel, honestly the name screamed cheesy and cliche. The Bat Cafe, named after the fabled Batcave, is it wrong of her to hate this place just off the name? Oh well, not like her companions cared, Blondie and Alya were excitedly talking about the bat “family” and the foods named after them. Like the Night-Wings, the Sing Like a Bird(it’s the spiciest sauce they have for wings) , and the Batarang Bacon Burger. It’s times like this she’s truly grateful that a majority of Gotham fears her family. Still the names were hilarious. 

Which is why Alya was taking pictures and posting them on her Lady Blog? She has no idea what that’s supposed to mean but hey. Everyone has their hobbies. Her eyes traveled to the interior of the restaurant, newspapers full of the exploits of “Gotham’s heroes”, then her sight landed on one of the Joker behind bars. She sighed, this is officially the worst day ever, and slumped into her seat. Alya and Blondie then got up out of their seats, startling her a little bit. 

“Me and Adrien are gonna go ask the employees some questions, you know their opinions on the Bat-Fam! And maybe some questions on the villains.”, Alya grinned, Blondie shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Then it was just her and Glasses. Maybe she should fake getting a text to get out of here? Yeah tell them something came up! 

“Think of what happened with you and your old man?”, Glasses’ voice cut through her plan in the making. She snapped up to attention and nervously nodded. Not sure of what else to do. “Or were you planning an escape?”, he asked in a joking tone. 

‘Crud! How did he know?!’, she panicked internally. He  chuckled, “Don’t worry dudette.” ‘Dudette? That’s a first.’ Glasses slumped back into his seat. “You know, they would understand if you told them you were uncomfortable. After all, we’re strangers that dragged you along with us.”, he said. ‘There’s a but to this isn’t there.’ “But! You have something you need to get off your chest and it’s not good to hold it all in. Unless you have a really good outlet.” 

“Uh...what?”, she said, hold it all in? Outlet? Like for electricity? Or for creativity? She tilted her head to the side, and gave him a clueless look. Glasses’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously. “Mari, you do have an outlet right?” 

“You mean creatively right?”, Marinette asked.  “‘Cause in that case yeah, I draw, design, play with my brothers, and sometimes play games with my Auntie, Uncle and Papa.”  

“Ok, that’s good, but what about when you’re feeling stressed?”, Glasses’ asked. “How do you take all the stress out of your life?” Stress? What stress? She’s never stressed, why would she be stressed? She’s Marinette Dolly Levi, daughter of the Joker, successful business owner, and upcoming villainess! She has a perfect life, loving family, a well thought out future, what would cause her stress? “I see now. You don’t even see that you’re being stressed out.”

W-what? How? What? “What makes you say that?”, she asked. Glasses looked at her with a look she didn’t recognize. Was it pity? Or sympathy? It made her feel sort of inferior and angry. Before she could say anything, somebody slammed their hands down on the table. Startling both Marinette and Nino- Glasses! His name is Glasses. She looked up and saw a very irate Alya. Oh boy, this should be good.

“Guess who's here?”, Alya grit her teeth, immediately Glasses reached over and gently grabbed her hand. “Apparently, Rose saw us coming over here and then the rest of the class decided that it would be a great class outing! So now Lila and her worshipers are here.” Wait what? 

Lila? Worshipers? Now that she has to see, wait- where’s Blondie? She looked over in the direction that Alya came from and saw Lila and another blonde girl clinging to Blondie’s arms like a vine on a wall. Poor Blondie looked so uncomfortable and he looked like he would rather be anywhere else. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why was he just letting those leeches hang onto him? Lila then said something to the blonde girl and then both of them started spewing some quiet venom at each other. Unfortunately she was too far away to hear them properly.

Blondie then tried to calm them down but they either didn’t hear him or pretended not to notice. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Alya and Glasses seething at the sight of Blondie’s discomfort.  Frowning, she stood up and walked out of the booth and walked over to the trio ready to kill. 

She arrived just in time to hear Lila say, “I promised Adrien that I would show him around Gotham! And I just hate to break my-” 

“Hey Lila!”, she cut her off. Lila froze and stopped mid argument, when her eyes landed on Marinette, now that was an unnerved look. Marinette faked her most genuine smile and said, “Fancy seeing you here!” Lila was trembling a little as she tried to hide behind Blondie under the guise of snuggling closer to him.

 “Y-yeah! Same...I didn’t really expect you to be here.”, Lila smiled at her. The blonde girl took Lila’s distraction as a chance to pull Blondie closer to her. Blondie didn’t seem to mind her yanking on his arm as much.. Friend? Relative? Or something else? Either way, she was part of Blondie’s discomfort, and was pissing off Alya and Glasses. Marinette smiled at Lila, a somewhat cute smile with sinister intent, then she noticed some movement from behind the trio and saw a waitress heading their way. “Adrien I think it’s time for us to go back to our booth now. I’m pretty sure that waitress is for us.” 

Blondie looked behind him and looked back at her, “Oh right! Um...Lila, can you please let go of my arm?”. Lila immediately let go and avoided eye contact with Marinette. The blonde girl huffed and pulled Blondie along with her in the direction of Alya and Glasses’ booth. Then a red haired girl followed after the blonde duo, Marinette raised an eyebrow at this. ‘Okay. Looks like the booth will be a little crowded.’, she thought. But seriously who is the blonde girl? Ugh, she’ll just call her Barbie! She followed after the group before giving Lila and the rest of her class a smile, “Ya know, you guys should really have a teacher or adult watching over you. I mean only an idiot would leave a bunch of foreign kids alone in Gotham!” 

Lila flinched and the rest of the class looked confused by her words, except for a really tall girl? No, she’s at least in her twenties and she looked pissed, she had pretty red hair tied up in a bun and was...wearing...a matching white blazer and pants? ‘Crud, did I just insult a teacher’s aid?’, she thought. ‘Oh well, it’s the truth.’ The lady looked like she was gonna say something but Marinette just shrugged and walked back to the booth. Where it was Alya and Glasses vs. Barbie and the red haired girl. Both sides stared daggers at the other and neither were willing to back down. Blondie shrugged sheepishly at her and patted the seat next to him. So they were sitting; her, Blondie, Barbie, Red, Alya, and Glasses. 

Yup. Definitely cramped, she sighed and slid into the free seat. Finally the waitress made it over to them, wait she looked familiar. Cashier girl! Marinette looked at her name tag, Kitten, huh, cute name. Kitten seemed to recognize her as well, “Hey, you’re the girl with the blushing boyfriend!”, she teased, she looked at the group of teens, “Oh, no boyfriend today?” Kitten composed herself and smiled, “Hi, I’m Kitten. I’ll be your waitress tod-” She was cut off by the sound of people screaming. Both Kitten and Marinette sighed, “Another day in Gotham.”

Everyone in the booth shot up and was now running towards the exit. Luckily there weren't too many people aside from the class and Marinette’s group. They made it outside and she realized that Blondie, Glasses and Alya had disappeared. Looking around she only saw the class, Barbie and Red. Where did they go? Then Marinette heard a really obnoxious laugh. “Oh ho ho ho ho”, she turned her head and then Marinette saw something that made her blood boil. Standing there was a lady in the most horrendous outfit ever. She’s seen her Uncle Eddie’s green question mark suit, and her Uncle Harvey’s first attempt at the half and half suit. But this?! Oh this belongs in its own personal hell. 

It was the teacher’s aid lady except what is she WEARING?! Why bats? Why purple? Why the green? Why?! Why?! Why?!  Why are her and Pops’ colors on a bat themed lunatic?! A green collared shirt, purple bat themed blazer, dark purple pants, and a green bat mask. Not like Batman! No, this mask is a green domino mask that was shaped like a bat! “There you are!”, she said, her tone not matching her appearance at all. It was so serious compared to her silly appearance. “You will pay for insulting me! I am not an idiot!”, she exclaimed. 

“Nope, you’re a teacher’s aid with no fashion sense!”, Marinette yelled back, the lady grit her teeth and unfurled her wings. Wait wings? Oh wow, she has wings. Is she a meta? But then where was she hiding them before?

“I’m not a teacher’s aide! I’m Miss Behave!”, she yelled as she launched herself at Marinette. Before Marinette could jump out of the way she was tackled to ground by someone else. She felt them twirl themselves in the air so that her fall could be cushioned by their body. Groaning, she looked up and was met face to face with Alya who was wincing from the rough landing. Oh crud she hit her head on the cement! There were tears in her eyes as Marinette helped Alya to her feet. “You look more like a wannabe Joker-Batman lovechild to me!”, Marinette sneered. 

“Troublesome students need to learn how to behave!”, Miss Behave yelled out as she flew up to be about 2 stories high. She stretched out her hand, and when Marinette saw a magenta glow overtake the lunatic’s hand, she booked it. Dragging Alya with her to safety. ‘Crud! Crud! Crud! I need a better curse word than crud!’, she thought. She heard people screaming and what sounded like cartoon laser guns firing in the air. As much as she wanted to watch...whatever is going on, she had to get Alya to safety. 

She saw a wall that could provide some cover and ran over to it, still dragging Alya along with her. It looked like it could cover them from the front and the back, but they would be exposed on the sides. But it was far enough that Miss Wannabe Bat wouldn’t notice where they were. ‘Where are Blondie and Glasses when you need them?!’, she huffed. When they were hidden behind the wall, she set Alya down so that she was leaning against the wall. Marinette then took the chance to actually look back at Miss Behave. Her back was turned to her and she was shooting lasers from her hands? Oooh, who’s her supplier? Lex Corps? “All bad students need to shape up!”, she cackled as she blasted a girl. 

Marinette watched as that girl was overtaken by the magenta light and was now wearing... a gaudy purple and green school uniform. Still bat themed?! Why the bats?! The girl spun around and her face was twisted in the most horrifying smile she’s ever seen. “Go find that girl that called me an idiot! I will teach her some manners!” The person nodded and spun around like a toy soldier marhcing off in search of...her? Ok, not science, maybe meta. But seriously?!

That’s what set her off? Being insulted by a 13 year old? How did this woman become a teacher without thinking that some of her students might hate her guts and call her names? She rolled her eyes and looked for an escape route or a better hiding spot. “Alya.”, she whispered. “Are you still with me?” She received a groan as a response, ok, she can hear. That’s good right? She looked down at Alya, her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in pain. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. 

What should she do? What could she do? She’s Marinette Dolly Levi right now. She’s no one special and she’s right smack dab in the middle of an attack by a villain she doesn’t know. And she’s cornered with an injured girl by her side. What should she do? What should she do? She should call Pops! Yeah!

“Wait! You have to help!”, a high pitched feminine voice said. Marinette froze, that voice...came from Alya? She looked down and saw...A giant bug? A mouse? A bug mouse? Before she could freak out properly, the little red bug mouse flew up and covered her mouth. “Marinette please!” Wait...The bug mouse was glowing. In that same red glow that Alya’s earrings have.

Marinette gasped, “You’re the reason Alya’s earrings glow!” Her eyes widened, and then she looked really excited. Aaaand she was radiating light now. Like a pure pink gleam of light. It kind of hurt actually. 

Bug mouse smiled at her so earnestly, “You can see the ladybug glow!” She squealed. “I knew you were my child!” W-was Bug mouse happy crying? Wait, child? What’s that supposed to mean?!  Is she trying to say she isn’t Pops’ daughter?! H-how...HOW DARE SHE! Then Bug mouse’s glow dimmed and then her look of joy disappeared. It was replaced by sorrow? Serves her right. She’s Pops’ daughter. NO ONE ELSE’S. DEFINITELY NOT SOME BUG MOUSE’S.  

“Y-you...Your soul...It’s definitely the one I made so long ago, but it’s been...corrupted.”, The little red bug mouse then started to tear up and flew up and hugged Marinette’s cheek. Stop her. Make her stop. MAKE HER STOP. “Oh my poor little one. You’ve been through so much.”, hearing Tikki’s voice immediately made her feel weird. She didn’t feel that angry voice nagging at her anymore, but she didn’t feel at ease either. It was like she was being hugged by an old friend. But at the same time it was like being hugged by a stranger. If that makes sense? 

She cleared her throat and gently pulled Tikki off of her face, “How do you expect me to help with...this?”, she asked. Her hands moving wildly, gesturing to the show that was happening around them. Bug mouse wiped her eyes and her glow got brighter. “Alya’s earrings are also known as the Ladybug Miraculous. You put them on and say “Tikki, spots on” to transform!”, Bug mouse cheered. 

“Tikki?”, Marinette repeated. “Oh silly me! That’s my name! After saying that then you’ll become a hero-” Marinette frowned. “Warrior! A ladybug warrior. You have a power, the Lucky Charm, that will help you capture the akumatized item. It is important that you purify the akuma!”, Tikki said with a determined look 

Lucky charm? Akumatized item? Purify the akuma? Ok. She’s officially lost. Bug mouse gave her a light hearted smile, “Chat Noir should be here in Gotham. He’s Alya’s partner, and he’s a brave he-...warrior.” Chat Noir? That means black cat right? Ok. Ok.

Let’s review everything that’s happened in the last half hour. A wannabe joker bat showed up and attacked. Tried to her! A talking bug mouse named Tikki  says she’s supposed to be a hero. And she has to work with a possible child of Catwoman?! “I’m sure this is a lot to take in.”, Tikki said. ‘No kidding?!’, she thought. “But I will explain everything to you after the battle I promise!”, the bug mouse continued, then she smiled and punched the air. 

Ok. Guess she’s doing this. Marinette looked over at Alya who was looking around, when they made eye contact. She saw a dazed look in Alya’s eyes, crud, does she have a concussion? She knelt down to Alya’s level, “Alya...I’ma borrow your earrings, just this once?”, she said. Alya nodded, “Ok.”, she said softly. And then Marinette took off Alya’s earrings and then removed her own earrings. On went the magical jewelry. They felt both wrong and right. It was like she was trying to fall asleep in a bed that was made for her, but it wasn’t hers. “Tikki, spots on.”, Marinette said in a serious voice. Then she was overtaken by a pink light that felt...warm? It was so warm and inviting, and it...it made her happy? She closed her eyes and just let the feeling overcome her senses.

When it was over, Marinette felt...complete? Why? Like she finally had that piece of her soul that she didn’t even know she was missing. It was so warm.

“This feels right.”, she smiled as she opened her eyes and looked at her hands. They were covered in black gloves? With a red spot on the back?  Okayyyyy. She looked down at her body. Red and black. Too much red and black. You look just like HER. You really are HER daughter. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. They’re just colors. They’re just colors. HER Colors. Ok she can work with this...Why is she in a skin tight suit? She’s 13 for chrissake?! At least she has a crop top on. Oh it has a hood. With a cute ladybug pattern. she patted her head. She has  a bow with long ribbons sticking out at the top of her head? Why?!

“Bug mouse I did not agree to this!”, she hissed. Aaaaaand bug mouse was gone. That’s just great. Then she heard screaming, the fear in their voices.  The rubble cave was surrounding her again, it was holding her. Trapping her, she felt her chest tighten. She clenched her fists and tried to push her arms out to move but she couldn’t do anything. It wouldn’t work, she was stuck.

No. No. NO! SHE WILL NOT BE TRAPPED AGAIN! Then she felt as if she had been slapped, she clutched her cheek in pain and looked around. Alya was still where she left her, Tikki was gone, and she was back behind the wall. She breathed in, 1,2,3,4 throw it out the door. She breathed out, 5,6,7,8 now you’re great. What’s going on now? 

Jokerbat. Chaos. Alya. Safety! She has to help! No, first she has to get Alya somewhere safe! Then fight the crazy bat lady and purify the akuma! All the while she’s in this... ridiculous outfit! Why was she doing this again? Because some magical bug mouse asked her to? “Think of this as a game.”, a voice whispered in her ear, okay. That definitely wasn’t Alya’s voice and it wasn’t the angry one she heard every now and then. Her head whipped around, it was just her and Alya. “Who said that?”, she said as she hoisted Alya over her shoulder. Of course she got no response. Oh well, she has a job to do! 

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(Author’s Note) Hey guys! Spirit here! Thanks for reading part 4 of GPP! Hope you enjoyed it! If you want to be tagged feel free to ask in the comments! Also if you have any questions my ask box is usually open!

Also, also, I was hit with a serious case of inspiration and well? After I posted part 3 it was like a switch was flipped. 

Also, also, also that breathing exercise at the end helps me calm down when I’m feeling stressed and scared. And yes I did learn it from Kipo, I saw that episode and I kept it in mind, i did change the first verse(is that the right word?) so that it rhymed better. Don’t want to go into much detail, but it helps me calm down to a point where I can evaluate my problems to find a solution.

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Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

Love thy neighbor by captainstars for picturecat  (616, 2.2k Words)

Neighbors are supposed to come around to borrow a cup of sugar; these ones take Steve’s husband instead.

Or

“So let me get this right, you came here to save me?” He asked.

Steve ducked his head down in a nod.

“But you managed to get captured by my kidnappers?” He added.

Steve paused, and then repeated the motion.

“And somewhere in the midst of all that, they turned you into a cat.” Tony pointed out, like it wasn’t obvious.

Funnel Cakes and Ferris Wheels by jehbehee for muchmoremajestic (MCU AU, 5.4k Words)

Tony takes Steve on a road trip to help him relax before his last exam.

give me something sweet by starkboi for starksnack (MCU, 1.5k Words)

Steve loves baking on his days off, there's just a missing ingredient that's been on his mind lately.

operation: grocery shopping by starksnack for avengersandco (MCU, 6k Words)

Steve, Peter, and Peter's trusty sidekick Mister Dog set off on a quest to check off everything on their grocery list. Will they find everything they need and get rewards from Tony?

Featuring cloud watching, scented markers, and Born This Way by Lady Gaga.

Moon and Stars by DepressingGreenie for march_hyde (MCU, 2.6k Words)

Steve and Tony spend the full moon at their cabin in the woods.

there's no place i'd rather be, without you beside me by ircnshield for starkboi (MCU, 10.5k Words)

“I don’t think he wants you to leave,” Natasha jokes from the couch.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Tony says as he bends down to scratch behind the dog's ear. “Look, buddy, I’ll give you a treat if you stop looking at me like that and let me go down to my lab.”

Dodger, seemingly unimpressed, walks closer towards Tony’s shoes, turns his body around, and simply drops his body on top of them.

Turn a Little Faster by Ishipallthings for b0n3l3ssm1lk (AA, 5.4K Words)

Tony and Natasha pose as a couple for an undercover mission. Steve doesn’t find this distracting. Not at all.

And yet, it all goes downhill from there.

(5 times Steve is distracted thinking of Tony, and 1 time Tony distracts Steve on purpose.)

Taking chances by hundredthousands for shcrlockholmcs (MCU, Comic)

Tony can’t resist it when Steve gets like this, and he’s feeling a tad uninhibited tonight.

say my prayers by farawatt for jayjayverse (616, 3.3k Words)

Steve gets into the motel at a quarter past nine in the morning.

You've Got That Power Over Me by stevesnarkrogers for alexcat (MCU, 8k Words + Fanvid)

“Pull it together, Stark,” Tony muttered to himself.

Steve’s chest ached at the sound of Tony’s voice. God, he missed him. He wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in his arms and see if they could—no. YOU pull it together, Rogers. You’re here to help Tony, not yourself. Eyes up, soldier.

Net of Wonder by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) for Syan (MCU, 2.4k Words)

"You can't control me." Then Tony whips his tail again to turn away from his father.

"You swim out that door and I'm planning your wedding and coronation myself."

Tony stills. He swallows down the way the oppression tries to pound him flat. But there's no avoiding the inevitable. He looks over his shoulder to glare at Howard. "Be my guest. It's not like you ever would have listened to me anyway."

Tony isn't expecting an apprentice when he goes to meet with Yinsen after a blowout fight with her dad, but he finds all that and more in Steve Rogers. Steve gives Tony everything he needs while Tony runs from his future, never knowing that their futures might be more entwined than they'd realized.

diastolic pressure (in between heartbeats) by firebrands for betheflame (MCU, 8k Words)

For flame, who gave the prompt "Steve and Tony have been fake dating for a while, but everyone else thinks they're *really* in love. When a mission goes terribly and Tony is presumed dead, Steve realizes he's in love with Tony and Dramatic Shenanigans Ensue."

Same Difference. by Perlmutt for Huntress79 (MCU AU, 5k Words)

Tony and Steve are the successful heads of two different divisions of SHIELD IT Security and are the walking wet dreams of all ladies in the company. Tony Stark is the elegant genius with his dark humor while the newcomer Steve Rogers is known for his gentlemanly behaviour and kindness. On the surface the two men are rivals. But there's more to it than meets the eye...

Canteen food is horrible, the intern is chaotic, and Tony goes toe-to-toe with a hyena to rescue the princess who doesn't need to be rescued...

Why Need a Thousand Words? I Prefer a Picture Instead by march_hyde for Neverever (MCU, 4k Words + Art)

Steve is struggling with a project for Tony, not that he knows of it. So of course Tony finds out and has to help out with whatever he can do.

Operation Check Yes or No by avengersandco for hundredthousands (MCU, 2.7k Words)

Steve just wants Tony to notice him, but he’s not sure how. Lucky for him, his friends help him make a plan to capture the attention of the one he wants.

When I Look At You by Syan for AvengersNewB (MCU, Comic)

Steve is always looking at Tony in very meaningful ways... Or very embarrassed ways, depending on the situation~

for god's sake, dear (just say yes). by frostfall for captainmistyknight (vicspeaks) (AA, 10.8k Words)

Ever since they’ve met, Steve has been in love with Tony Stark. So when Tony makes a marriage pact with him, he jumps at the offer, thinking that’s the only way he could have Tony.

Fast forward five years, and Steve is ready to pop the question to Tony, with hopes that maybe, just maybe, Tony feels the same.

That is, until he meets Carol Danvers, who just so happens to be dating Tony.

Honey, Keep the Sugar, You’re Enough for Me by Shamen610 for avengersincamphalfbloodstardis (MCU, 1.6k Words)

"I want you to draw me like one of your french girls." Tony had said, the very first time he had walked through his door.

Steve, who had been carrying a bag full of paints and a canvas under his arm, had barely been able to keep everything under wraps upon hearing the bold words.

Or

Steve doesn't actually have a Sugar Daddy, no matter what Bucky says.

Lullaby by alexcat for XtaticPearl (MCU, 1.9k Words)

Steve has nightmares and Tony helps.

Achromatic by captainmistyknight (vicspeaks) for firebrands (Marvel Noir, 2.8k Words)

"Steve’s life ended the moment he was born, according to the doctor’s at least. Of course, it took them awhile to figure it out, but when he was three years old, his Ma realized that on top of all the other issues he had to deal with, his eyes weren’t responding properly to light. She took him to the doctors to get tested, and they spoke his doom.

He was permanently colorblind. An achromat. He’d never know love."

A story of growing up, misunderstandings, and love in the jungle.

Easing Into Us by HogwartsToAlexandria for wingheads (MCU, 4.9k Words)

No matter how much he's tried, Steve could never find the right moment to tell Tony, to come out to him in a setting that'd be both private and allow him to flee if it didn't go as well as he hoped it would.

Until some jerk at the bar decided that Tony being an out and proud trans man was reason enough to pick up a fight. And Steve couldn't stand by and watch it happen.

Tony didn't much like that. At first. Ask him again tomorrow.

Bring Me His Heart by jellybeanforest for firelightmystic (MCU, 6.3k words)

Steve Rogers, infamous cat burglar, is hired by Tony’s business rival and ex-girlfriend, Sunset Bain, to carry out a little corporate espionage, namely to steal the original arc reactor prototype Stark had surgically removed from his chest.

Steve does steal his heart, but perhaps not in the way his employer had envisioned.

Or:

Tony interrupts Steve mid-heist in his penthouse and assumes he is the escort he hired for the night; Steve doesn’t correct him.

Memories of Us by muchmoremajestic for QueenE (MCU, 3.5k words)

An examination of three objects in retrospect as part of a scrapbook for a birthday gift for Steve.

Graphic Design is my Passion by zappedbysnow for talesofsuspense (Marvel, Comic)

Tony was about to have lunch when he saw someone he didn't want to run into inside the restaurant. He quickly backed away and snuck into a cafe nearby, plunking his ass onto a chair shielded by a wall, which just happened to be Steve Roger's art class.

Steve is an artist who does commercial work and draws comics. He spends his weekends teaching a drawing class for free at a local cafe. He doesn't recognize the guy who snuck into his class in a suit that looks like it costs more than his month's rent but he looks stressed and like he's running from someone. He can let this one slide. And no. It's not because the man looks damn fine. He's just a sympathetic guy.

The Love of Every Single One of My Lives by jellybeanforest for farawatt (616, 10.3k words)

Tony loves Steve, and he will always love him no matter how many times he has to bury the man before he gets it right.

Priceless by njava97 for kesktoon04 (MCU, 9.3k words)

Steve Rogers feels like he’s finally gotten the hang of this waking up in the future thing. He’s been dating Tony Stark for 6 months now and it's been going surprisingly well. But when an extravagant anniversary present brings up bad memories and a mission goes sideways, Steve is forced to confront the fact that maybe the first step to letting go of the past involves letting people in. Or: Steve Rogers has a series of epiphanies in a hospital bed, expresses a couple of emotions, talks about his problems and gets all the love he deserves.

AKA my love letter to Steve Rogers.

Ouanga by fundamentalBlue for venusiaries (MCU, 7.7k words)

Steve wakes up to the sound of screaming.

Take a Hand by RoseRose for HogwartsToAlexandria (MCU, 3.4k words)

Steve is single, alone, and about to give birth.

Fortunately, Tony is an amazing nurse.

Falling in Love at the All Day Cafe by betheflame for BladeoftheNebula (MCU, 3.9k words)

One of the things about the particular block they lived on was that at the corner was, quite possibly, the world’s best bakery. It was Zagat rated and everything, so it wasn’t just Tony that felt that way. People flew in from all over the world to eat at All Day Cafe - Tony had bumped into Gwenyth Paltrow a few months ago and thought it was his best friend, Pepper, and that was awkward - and their pastries were no joke.

Run by Olympic Gold Medalist Steve Rogers, the cafe specialized in classic French pastries with American twists - like a pain au chocolat that also came encrusted in pistachios - and routinely sold out of their daily specials within two hours of opening. Peter, in particular, loved their peanut butter cookies that the baker swore was nothing special but Tony was wondering if they’d laced it with kiddie cocaine or something.

Tony, in particular, loved going to stare at the owner.

That’s What You Get (for waking up in Vegas) by bon3l3ssm1lk for JehBeeEh (MCU, 1.3k words)

A dimly lit bar blasting dance music. A rugged man making conversation. A third round of beers, courtesy of the man. A fourth, fifth, and sixth round.

Steve couldn't remember much else.

laughing in bed by wingheads for RoseRose (MCU, Art)

prompt: sex with laughter

James & Barnaby by Wikketkrikket for mariana_oconnor (MCU AU, 16.7k Words) 

Steve Rogers has medical debt so ridiculous that if he doesn't do something about it, his mother will be out on the street. He swallows his pride and agrees to a 'charity marriage' with the elusive son of Howard Stark, so Howard can show off how wealthy and generous they are. Maybe it would have worked, too, if he hadn't then met the love the love of his life on his last night of freedom.

Still (Until you moved me) by GuiltyFan21 for maythecat12 (MCU, 2k Words) 

Steve hates it in the 21st century, where everything is so different. Life's a mess, the only constant thing being SHIELD coming to check on him. Until he meets Tony Stark, a brilliant genius who makes him feel more human.

The Icing on the Cake by BladeoftheNebula for Lacrimula_Falsa (MCU AU, 2.8k Words) 

Steve’s a bit low on cash this month, so he figures making a bit extra by jumping out of a cake couldn’t hurt.

If only someone had told the birthday boy that.

The Next Life by Sheron for hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) (MCU, 2.5k Words) 

Eventually Tony had said: listen, I own an island, let's go.

artwork and email by ohjustpeachy for njava97 (MCU AU, 6.7k Words) 

Tony makes a donation to Art Reach, a non-profit, never expecting to get such a kind thank you note in response. He certainly never thought he'd find himself excited to look in his inbox every day, eager for a new message from the foundation's director, Steve Rogers, but here he is. Or, Tony falls for smol Steve over a bunch of emails and everyone knows it but him.

Hug n' Fly  by talesofsuspense for rebeccakbaa (616, Art) 

Iron Man flies Steve back to the mansion after he loses the serum.

who's that? by venusiaries for Perlmutt (MCU AU, Art) 

Quarterback Steve Rogers meets the love of his life in the hallway.

Closer Than Together by shcrlockholmcs for ircnshield (MCU, 5.6k words)

The annual Stark Industries Gala is coming up and Steve wants to ask Tony. But his efforts are of no avail and they both end up going alone. How can Steve stand by and watch everyone else take a bite out of the man he has feelings for?

Brooklyn Life by ashes0909 for himbos (MCU, 1.6 words)

Steve mentally followed his boyfriend's path across the bedroom and down the stairs into the living room

“Oh that fucking--!” Tony cried before he’d even made it past the couch. “Steve!

Objectively Perfect by AvengersnewB for Wikketkrikket (MCU, 2k words)

Going on an objectively perfect, but absolutely horrible date might be the last sign Steve needs to finally talk to the guy he actually wants to be on a date with, so desperately.

(Spoiler: The guy is Tony)

Instinctual by mariana_oconnor for DepressingGreenie (MCU, 17k words)

The true effects of the super soldier serum are top secret. Only a few people know the truth - the serum turned Steve Rogers into a werewolf. Steve still hasn't found a way to tell Tony, even though they've been in a relationship for months. He can't bring himself to explain that he's a monster.

But when they are clearing out an AIM base, that decision is taken out of his hands.

Could Never Resist a Man with Facial Hair by kenshincha for zappedbysnow (MCU, 1.5k words)

The team is tired of Steve and Tony pining for each other. They decide to do something about it.

A timely revelation by frosted_astronaut for captainstars (MCU/1872, 2.3k words + Moodboard)

Sheriff Rogers is in love with Tony Stark, the blacksmith. However, he denies it even in front of himself, until it's time for him to realize that he can't live in a lie forever.

Central (Jurassic) Park & More by cccoffee for nanasekei (MCU, Art)

A collection of art pieces for Stony Loves Steve 2020!

Something Fell From the Sky by jayjayverse for Shamen610 (616, Art)

When Tony is missing in action. Steve starts looking for him right away and when he finally finds him, it's nothing like he thought it would be.

-The art is really explicit so take care :)

I'll Catch You (If You Fall) by maythecat12 for ishipallthings (MCU AU, 10.4k Words)

New York: an artist and a superhero, an accident, and getting back together.

Just One Of Those Nights (The SLS Remix) by Firelightmystic for jellybeanforest (MCU, 6.4k Words)

Natasha's been angling to set Steve up on a date for a while now...

In Your Wildest Dreams by Neverever for cccoffee (AA, 3.4k Words)

The Guardians ask the Avengers to pick some flowers. What could go wrong with that?

Breath of a Fish by picturecat for sheron (AA, 4.9k Words)

Their relationship was courteous, as it must be for any two witches who had no interest in feuding with one another properly. But to someone he could trust not to repeat his words, Steve often complained that Stark was basically a warlock, the way he carried on with esoteric nonsense and ignoring the needs of the people. For his part, Steve had no idea what Stark’s objection to him was. He knew only that the man so obviously delighted in teasing Steve that the people of their town regularly placed bets on when they expected them to come to blows.

The Ballad of Nomad by himbos for GuiltyFan21 (MCU AU, 3.1k Words)

Set in the Old West, Steve Rogers, who moonlights as the vigilante Nomad, and his lover, Tony Stark, make a stop in the town of Extremis. Little did they know, trouble awaited.

How To Woo A Living Legend (by Anthony Stark) by Huntress79 for stevesnarkrogers (MCU, 1.5k Words)

Past the fight against the Chitauri, Tony finally finds the courage to act on his long-harbored feelings for a certain Captain. But he never, ever would have expected that the “Tactical Genius of the Century” could be this blind in regards to Tony’s attempts.

Take a number by jellybeanforest for kenshincha (MCU, 7.2k Words)

Since an unforgettable one-night stand a few years prior, alpha Steve Rogers has pined after infamously-promiscuous omega Tony Stark. He may not have much money, but he has scrimped and saved for the past couple years, determined to declare his intentions by getting the man the best courting gift he can afford, something to distinguish himself from the dozens of more well-heeled suitors gunning for the heart of the elusive billionaire.

All-American Cupcake by One and Five Nines (Obani) for frostfall (MCU, Comic)

“You’re a jackass sometimes, Steve. I’ve seen you get into a fistfight with three guys at once, but you can’t even TALK to the guy you’ve been in love with since we opened.”

[blackmoldmp3]

i was tagged to pick 9 albums by @headfirstforhaloes ! i just went with my gut ✌️

1: three cheers for sweet revenge by mcr

2: the front bottoms by the front bottoms

3: cosmic thrill seekers by prince daddy and the hyena

4: cute fiend sweet princess by kimya dawson

5: to the dark tower by cake bake betty

6: reconstruction site by the weakerthans

7: we cool? by jeff rosenstock

8: knife man by ajj

9: all hail west texas by the mountain goats

im tagging @ortusnigenad and @transformativejerk !

[crystallinee-waters]

Life and Death: Chapter 23 [The Joker x Harley Quinn]

Story summary: After the events of Suicide Squad, the princess of the crime empire is born. Raising their daughter to rule Gotham proves to be a killer game. Characters: Joker, Harley, Lucy/Jaylie Quinn, June Moone etc.  AO3 --------------------------------------------

"Tonight, you presume too much Too much, too much And if it's the last thing I ever do I'm gonna get you" --------------------------------------------

J waited, lying on the hard surface that resembled a bed. The cell was always lit, but it didn't matter - day and night quickly lost their meaning. He only feigned sleep when it meant he could listen in to the guards. His body alternated between full alertness and a state of trance-like rest that let him be aware of the surroundings at all times. Deep sleep was something he was unable to achieve on his own nowadays.

He grinned dryly at the ceiling. Not only sleep.

He saw the shadow as soon as the thought formed, among the things hovering just right outside his vision. He was waiting for Harley to show herself, but she had been fussy lately and he couldn't remember why - maybe he had destroyed one of her favorite dresses. Oh well.

The sound of a child's giggle caught his attention, made him snap out of his drowsy state. He had never seen her before, she'd stayed clear of him, the little monster. As much as she annoyed him daily, he missed her. He wanted to bury his hand in her hair and feel it mold around his fingers. He remembered the outline of her skull; how easy it would be to tighten his hand around it and squeeze it. Easy to snap her neck, but something always held him back, and it amused him just as much as it frustrated him. Warped instincts, indeed.

"Oh, come on," he said, stretching his dry lips. "Hiding from daddy?"

Jaylie was sitting next to him now, her face so childish with those large eyes, and that face, some days expressionless, others always smiling. A baby-faced version of Harley, only quieter. Now she looked even more sullen.

"What's eatin ya, Princess?" He saw her now as he slowly sat up, she was sitting next to him with her plush hyena tucked tightly underneath her arm, five years old again.

He cupped her face with one hand to capture her expression, pulling her cheek up to a grin, but she didn't reciprocate. A tiny frown appeared between her eyebrows, showing her growing dismay. He reached out to press his face against her hair, his muscles relaxing. She smelled like he remembered, even if her appearance was hazy.

Maybe she didn't really exist, maybe she was already dead, like her brother. Why else would she be here? He let his head fall back as silent chuckles shook his body.

This was like an acid trip on benzo, and he'd wake up tomorrow and meet Harleen Quinzel in therapy and he'd tell her all about how he had dreamed about their dead daughter, just to get a rise out of her. She'd probably order him restrained and sedated before frying his brains again. Oh, his fingers itched, the familiar feeling making his throat go dry.

Harleen. The comedy of it all was that the very thought of her name made his body react with cold sweats, brutal abstinence.

Jaylie had already moved away from him, a little smile growing on her face, she was disappearing out of his reach and he stood up but she just shook her head. "You lose, Daddy. I always win at hide-and-seek."

"Oh, no," he breathed. "Not this time, Pumpkin. Daddy's gonna get ya."

She giggled, and she was gone.

.

He laid back again as fragments blasted through his brain, a million different days and faces, time was hazy. His brain settled on one particular memory when the little monster was no older than five.

He had been working on some new schemes when he noticed Jaylie was creeping up on him, a grin on her small face.

"My, what big eyes you have," she said slowly.

"The better to see you with," he mumbled, remembering Harley had done a dramatic retelling of the tale for her bedtime story the other night. She slowly inched closer, careful of staying out of his reach. Her pigtails swayed when she tilted her head to the side. "What big ears you have!"

"The better to hear you with," he replied, still preoccupied with his phone. Giggling, she carefully threaded backwards.

"My, what big teeth you have -"

"The better to eat you with," he said with a sideways grin, and she waited but he didn't pay her any more attention. At last, she edged closer.

He pounced. She was quicker and his hand only grazed her arm before she got out of his reach. He could hear her light footsteps and it ignited something in him, the prospect of something running. It was natural to hunt it down.

And he could be patient, too.

He took another route around the penthouse, listening to her quickened breathing. He was the clown prince of crime, even with his genes she couldn't outsmart him. She was thinking of a good hiding place, and he just had to catch her before she managed to crawl into some tiny space he didn't even know they had, with the intention of staying there until Harley had forced every single one of his goons to look for her and he grudgingly had to admit defeat.

He waited, letting her skip around in false peace for a few minutes longer, tracking the sound of her light footsteps.

He appeared in a doorway just when she thought he had grown bored of their game and caught her like a snake while she squirmed. His mouth left a messy imprint on her forehead and he chuckled at her horrified face, her hand touching the blunt streak of red that had blemished her little doll face and the careful scribbles she had painted there earlier.

"Do I look like a grandma to ya?" he huffed as she gave up her attempts to get away from him. Enjoying her indignation, he flicked her nose.

"Bad wolf!" she squealed.

He had not been aware of Harley's presence until she pounced, a sudden movement that knocked the air out of him. They collapsed in a pile as he let her overpower him, and Jaylie rolled to the side to avoid getting crushed. He let Harley pin him to the floor, his arms and legs spread wide as she lay on top of him. Their little monster took advantage of that and stuck out her tongue at him, safely out of his reach. He narrowed his eyes.

"I got ya," Harley grinned, leaning in to kiss the side of his jaw, resting between his legs and using her body as leverage to keep him pinned down. She turned to nibble at his throat, and he groaned quietly.

"I'm gonna eat ya up whole," she breathed.

"Then you better swallow," he purred, turning them around with a sudden, rough movement and pressing her down into the floor. He leaned in to let his teeth sweep by her throat and she giggled deliriously underneath him. "You gonna leave me a mark?"

He sucked hard at her skin, hearing her moan softly in pain. He drew back to look at the purple-blue imprint right across her throat and she grinned.

"Er'body already knows I'm yours when they see me walkin' in with Jay."

"Can't hurt to remind 'em," he shrugged. Harley's body was already molding to his and he purred against her, moving up to kiss her hard. She bared her throat and his hand placed around it.

"Not in front of Jay, Puddin!" she scolded him, not looking overly concerned.

"She's grown tired of playing with the wolves," he smiled maliciously. Jaylie had stopped listening, her back turned against them, staring at something in her hand.

"Come to Daddy, Pumpkin." He put on his most innocent face, a wolf in sheep's clothing, because the game wasn't over until he won. Harley was still lying on the floor, her eyes focused on his throat.

Jaylie looked up at him, a tiny frown appearing between her eyes. He waited to see if she'd fall for it. He saw his old hammer in her hand, her eyes inspecting him for a moment. She had tried to rub the imprint of his mouth away from her skin, leaving a red hue behind. So vain, his little doll. He wanted to pinch her cheeks hard.

He tried to look friendly, but quickly lost interest in the act because she was not buying it, no, she was smart.

"Come on," he grinned at her. "Show me what ya got."

She inched only a step closer, extending her hand slowly to show a tiny tooth resting in her palm. He tensed a bit when she slowly parted her lips and a thin line of bloodied saliva ran down her chin.

Harley's mouth was agape. Jaylie looked confused at the tooth, then back at them for an explanation.

"Batsy?" she stuttered at last, tearing up.

"Ain't they supposed to lose their teeth at this age?" Harley mused. "Show mommy, Pumpkin Pie!"

Jaylie came closer, her face so confused it made him laugh at the idea of good ol' Bats punching the teeth out of five-year-olds for fun.

Harley pulled her down to lie next to her and they inspected it together. "How cute! You lost your first baby tooth!"

Joker made a face at Jaylie. "Do ya wanna get grills like me?"

She shook her head, then her eyes widened when he leaned in, set on messing up her little face, leaving another red mark. Using a sharpie on her was funny too, especially when it annoyed Harley.

"The tooth fairy is comin' for you, Baby!" Harley started tickling her and she giggled in protest, rolling around between them, and he snatched up the small tooth from the floor. It would be his keepsake.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by the sudden sound of shouting voices outside his cell, loud enough for him to hear. He sat up and stretched out, curiously trying to catch any words. There was a commotion alright.

Oh, it was about time. The restlessness brought him into full alertness, with irritation towards the bribed idiots who had taken this long. It wasn't rocket science to break into this place, even if there had been a few technical improvements since last time.

He tilted his head backwards and Harley-darley was there, her hands on his tense shoulders, working the bloodlust up.

"Any time now, Mistah J," she breathed. "We're waiting."

He stepped closer to the cell door, waiting to see what the night would bring.

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June Moone ran down the white hallway, guided by the buzzing emergency lighting that lit the way with an eerie glow. Why her first instinct had been to return to the floor she came from she didn't know – it was closer than heading for an unknown exit where anything could be waiting.

She had been trapped in a collapsed cave on two occasions, but she had not felt any semblance of fear then compared to this. If she at least had a flashlight, she would feel safer.

Maybe this was just a regular power outage. It was not rare in this city and places like Arkham were prepared for this sort of thing. She ran until she was back at the maximum-security floor, without meeting a single person on the way. Only silence and the sound of her footsteps accompanied her.

When she returned to Jaylie's cell, she was met by two guards in a rush. "Miss Moone, you need to leave immediately."

She glanced at the glass wall to see Jaylie slowly sitting up from her sleeping position, blinking confusedly at the strange lighting.

"What's going on?" June demanded.

"We don't know yet, we're awaiting orders from headquarters. Head to the emergency exit now."

"We can't leave her here!" She stood in front of the cell. "Last time this place was under attack, twenty inmates died. I am not leaving a defenseless child to die."

"Miss Moone, we got it under control –" one guard began as he received an order in his radio. The two of them approached her as if to physically force her to leave and June reflexively tightened her fingers, wishing for the first time in her life that she was back. How easy it had been, the simple, yet body-tearing turning of a switch, and the world was at her feet, the rooms fragile like paper.

"I take full responsibility for her," June said. "Ms. Waller has authorized me. I'll guard her while you follow your orders."

They exchanged a look. She knew what they saw – a small, hysterical woman unable to defend herself, and June hated to think that they were right.

"We need to get to the assembly point now," one of them muttered, the stress evident in his eyes.

The sound of an explosion coming from far away made floor shake and the guards tried to communicate with someone through their radio. Jaylie watched them intently.

"I'll stay with them until backup arrives," one of them said at last. "Go." Still looking hesitant, his co-guard left.

"Please, let me save her," June begged and to her shock, the guard stepped closer, swiped a card in the panel next to the cell, and pressed in an eight-digit number. There was a soft 'click' and June watched in perplexion as he started undoing the manual lock, without a moment of hesitation. The heavy, bullet-proof metal door got a small opening. Jaylie looked like a cat about to pounce, sitting crouched on the other side.

The guard turned and left in the next moment, and June called after him: "Wait, we need your help to get out!" He ignored her, walking faster.

June opened the door and Jaylie stood up, her eyes alert. The thought of caution didn't even strike June anymore; she couldn't see what Amanda Waller had said. This starving, tiny twelve-year-old was not a threat in the slightest, even if she allegedly had no 'moral conscience' and a 'history of violence'.

"Take me to my parents," Jaylie asked calmly.

"We need to get to a safe space until this is over!"

"No," the girl bared her teeth, her stare unyielding. "I need to find them now. Where are they?"

"I don't know, I -" June tried to think. "They are in here somewhere but - maybe in the other wing, where they keep other maximum security patients. But what if you get hurt? I won't take you to them if they -"

Jaylie looked solemnly at her. "If I don't go, I'll die." She smiled a little. "And I'm bored."

June considered her options. She doubted the girl was safe even if the invaders were on her parents' side. Bringing her to two convicted murderers' floor in the middle of a riot was one step worse, and she had no idea if said murderers had any intention of protecting her at all, or the opposite.

But Jaylie was already walking down the hall. Not wanting to be left alone in this horrifying place and not wanting Jaylie to go off on her own, she found herself following. It was a useless instinct, but it was all she had.

They passed down the empty halls at Arkham at a quick pace. Despite not knowing the way, Jaylie walked one step ahead of June, quick and silent like a mouse. The sound of gunfire somewhere in the building didn't even make her flinch but June tensed up. Dread spread through her body; this place was about to become a war zone.

She led Jaylie through the enormous building, a labyrinth of hallways, towards the floor where she knew the Joker had been contained at some point. There were no guards in sight as they quickly took the stairs - all the elevators had stopped working. The sound of the gunfire faded as they entered Arkham's most enclosed, maximum-security area.

Their attention was momentarily captured by an inmate passing by further away, evident by his dark blue attire. June realized that there must have been a central lock-up somewhere. A dead guard was lying outside the entrance to the closed area, still wearing his weapons and belongings - a gunshot to the head.

Jaylie stopped and thought for a moment before she bent down and picked up a card and his baton from his uniform. Then, with the same almost bored expression, she swiped the card and with an ominous click, the door opened. She walked straight into the corridor and June followed.

June pretended she was in a dark cave, that this was nothing unusual, even her phone still had no service. She couldn't suppress the feeling that if she had done something, anything, all those years ago, they wouldn't be here now. If she had got the authorities involved instead of listening to a desperate child's pleas, they wouldn't be running around here looking for the most dangerous patients as if they somehow could solve this situation.

Someone screamed nearby and June flinched, but Jaylie only stopped momentarily, then continued. They finally stopped in front of a cell with a number on the side. There was no way to look inside of it, the door only had a minimal opening in the lower half. Judging by the two dead guards outside of it, this cell belonged to someone of importance.

Jaylie reached out to release the manual lock from the outside, as the electric one had shut down and didn't respond to her repeated swiping of the card.

"Wait. Don't go in there."

June had never met the resident of this cell, but she had watched the news and heard the stories. Clinically insane. Violent and unreasonable. Responsible for the death of a psychiatrist with his own hands while heavily sedated– Even worse, if the person on the other side was not the one Jaylie was looking for, they would be in even worse danger.

A scraping sound from the other side made them both perk up. Jaylie turned her head to look at her, then pulled the heavy door open with all her might. She walked straight into the cell and June took a few stiff steps in after her, torn between running for her life and following her.

She relaxed for half a second before she saw the person standing in the corner. Her throat constricted and every muscle in her body tensed. She grabbed Jaylie's arm, but she didn't react.

The Joker stood there, dressed in Arkham's standard blue attire. His neon hair surrounded his face in messy strands, his manic expression enhanced by the dark shadows underneath his eyes. June's grip tightened when he took a step in their direction, his lips stretching to reveal teeth.

"Daddy's been waiting for you, Pumpkin," he breathed.

Jaylie broke free from her, rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. He wound one arm tightly around her shoulders, locking her in his grip. One of his hands moved through her hair, tilting her head upwards and watching her intently. For a few seconds, they seemed completely transfixed on each other, his chuckles filling the room as they studied each other. Jaylie smiled up at him.

Then he turned his head, and his eyes focused on June. She saw it in him; whatever was left wasn't human. Her instincts battled each other, to leave the girl here with the maniac and flee, or try to get her out. In the end, she found herself staying in the same place, watching them. Maybe she was going insane, too.

"Where's Harley?" he drawled, curling a lock of Jaylie's hair between his fingers.

"I don't know." Her face was pressed against his chest, she was completely relaxed. "June was gonna help me find her."

"Ah, you brought me a gift…" He chuckled, tugging at her hair as his grin grew. "Aw, you shouldn't have. Your little friend has been very helpful."

June took a step backwards as Jaylie turned her head to look at her. There was a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Go, or you'll die."

The Joker didn't waste any time to emphasize that statement. With a few long steps, he was already on his way to her when June turned and ran for her life. She heard his violent laughter behind her, fading out with the sounds of gunshots in the distance.

She had just reached the stairway two corridors away when she almost collided with a woman dressed in white. Her pale hair was arranged in a messy bun and she wore a white doctor's coat on top of a blue shirt. It took June a few moments to notice the bloodstains on it.

The woman reached out a hand and smiled wide. "I'm Dr. Quinzel, your new psychiatrist. It's nice to meet you."

  TBC. Likes/comments/reblogs are loved.

[kweebtrash]

Feels Right (M)

Messy Ch. 4

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (features other members, Taeil in this chapter)

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings: fetishism, racism, a little violence, mentions of blood

Features: library sex, public sex, hand jobs, oral (receiving), fingering, riding Johnny into the sunset, the smallest mention of daddy kinks

Word Count: around 15k

A/N: ‘they’ and ‘she’ are used interchangeably on purpose. ‘Johnathan’ is Johnny’s contact name in Eri’s phone when she doesn’t particularly care about him lol.

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Eri’s POV

The warmth of his skin was radiating beneath me and I could smell his musk that bathed me in comfort. I kept my arm tight around his waist, burying my face deep into his neck. “Hmm...Johnny.” I mumbled, still half asleep. “You're so warm...don't leave.”

“I won't babes. I promise. You feel so good.”

I cuddled into him more and placed a small kiss on his neck. “You always feel good too…” I couldn't help the small yawn i let out.

“You amazing, princess. You make daddy feel so good.”

“Hmm.” I giggled. “Daddy. That sounds-”

Wait….what?

I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I blinked a few times and saw Lucas come into view instead of Johnny who I wished was still in my bed. “OH YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” I hit him hard with the pillow while he let out his high pitched hyena cackle. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You actually said daddy! I can't believe it!!”

My face flamed with embarrassment. I swallowed hard. “Y-you-! Shut up Lucas! You're such an asshole!”

“Don't get mad at me because you're all goo goo-ga ga over Johnny. You're such a slut for him and it's gross.”

“Be quiet! I am not! I was just half asleep and I-”

“You were having big lovey dovey dreams about him!”

“Oh my god!” I hit him with the pillow over and over and pushed at his bulky body until he rolled off the mattress. “You're terrible!”

He curled up on the floor laughing even harder at my flustered frustration. “Quinn told me she ran into him running out of here last night. Did you confess your love to him?”

“He ran out? You're lying.” I said a little hurt. I mean, i get it. Staying over is hardly anyone's thing but if he ran out like a bat out of hell then what was the point of the night we just had? Maybe i was reading too much into it but it still stung.

“Nope, you can ask Quinn.” Lucas cocked his head to the side as his train of thought shifted. I could feel his eyes lock onto me until it made me squirm in my bed.

“What?” I asked, pulling my blanket up to cover my bare body.

“You're...all like….glowy.”

“I'm what? What the hell does glowy mean?”

“Like you're...i don't know. Like...naked and glowy and sparkly or whatever.”

I blinked slowly, confused at what he meant. Perhaps it was the way my open curtain made the afternoon glow of the sun cast rays across my bed. Was that what he meant? I tried tucking my hair behind my ear, suddenly shy at the situation, but it had dried into a mass of fluffy purple curls. I sighed and avoided looking at him. “Can you close my curtain. I hate the sun.”

He crawled his way back to the bed, outstretching his hands to pull me close to the edge. “No way, little vampire. You look too good.”

I rolled my eyes and let out another yawn. “It's just the sun, dumbass. What time is it anyway?”

“Around 2 i think.” He kissed my stomach and looked up at me trying to peel away the blanket. I swatted at his hand.

“Dude, I'm not gonna suck your dick every time you come over.” I groaned.

“I mean i wasn't gonna say anything but the offer is on the table. But actually i wanted to ask you something.”

“What?” i wiggled away from his grasp and went towards the window to draw the curtains closed, tossing the blanket aside.

“Do you have feelings for Johnny or what?”

I whipped around and glared at him. “What did you just say?”

“You know, he spent the night, you wanna call him daddy, you definitely wanted to cuddle him, and now you're all glowy. What's the deal, Eri? Are you gonna start writing like Mrs. Johnny Suh on your papers and shit?” He snorted.

“Lucas, you literally have 10 seconds to get out my room before i beat your little ass.” i growled.

“Ooh, make it hurt Mommy.”

I landed another smack, this time to the back of his head. “QUINN!!!! Come get your Lucas!”

“Ow!” He rubbed the back of his head and pushed me playfully. “You’re always so mean to me! I’m just trying to have fun with you.”

“Yeah, by being a pain in the ass. I don't have time for this. I have to go to work at 4.” I reached for my phone that laid beside my pillow. “Did my alarm go off or did you wake me before i needed to be up?”

“i'm not sure. I figured you'd like waking up with me instead. I'm sure you didn't cum hard enough with all that soft shit Johnny did.”

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. “How do you know about that?”

Lucas’ eyes went wide as his ears reddened. “Uh...um...i just figured that-i mean like you don't have like...nevermind. Anyway-” He worked to change the subject quickly. I wanted to pry some more information out of him. I doubted that Johnny would've admitted to the kind of sex we had last night. Not in front of his dude bros. He was too macho for that. “We should have time for a little something.” Lucas continued.

“‘Is that seriously all you think about when you’re with me? Don’t you like value my friendship at all?”

He placed a kiss on top of my forehead and rubbed my shoulders. “Of course i do. It’s just fun doing stuff with you is all. I haven’t seen you in a while since we’ve both been busy. And now that you’re all lovey dovey with Johnny you’re gonna forget all about me!” He gave me a big puppy pout which made me roll my eyes.

“Stop saying i’m lovey dovey whatever for Johnny. I’m not. And I won’t forget about you Lucas. How can I when you’re up my ass all the time?” I sighed and stood on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re still one of my best friends, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

He gave me a cheesy smile and i assumed my sentiment put his heart at ease. No matter how annoying he was i really did care for him. I laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, and while it wasn't exactly the person i wanted i still felt comforted enough to never want him to stop. Quinn came in then, hands on their hips and a disapproving look on their face.

“Lucas, why are you bothering Eri? Eri, put some clothes on.” They said.

“He came barging in here and woke me up! I was asleep naked. I haven't had a chance too!” I protested before a soft vibration caught my attention. I looked down at my phone and saw a new text message.

Johnathan: Told you I don’t sleep over

I pouted at his jerk like attitude. He was so obnoxious. I tried to think of how to respond. I wanted him to regret running out of my room and leaving me to wake up (mostly) alone. I decided to send him a picture, testing exactly how “glowy” I looked. I opened my camera and angled it so the sun hit just right. I was looking pretty banging even with messy hair and not getting enough sleep. My eyes even looked a bit lighter than normal which never happened. They never casted that gorgeous honey glow like Johnny’s did. I almost let out a dreamy sigh just thinking about his eyes but i shook those thoughts out of my head almost as fast as they appeared. I snapped the picture instead and sent it off to him.

Too bad. You could have had some bomb ass morning sex.

I made a quick change to his contact name before looking out the window. A part of me was trying to cover up the fact that I had been so engrossed in my phone before Quinn and Lucas started to pry, the other part was trying to figure out what the weather was like just by looking outside. Though it was nearing October the weather was still mostly warm with only spikes of cooler winds every once in awhile. I really didn’t feel like lugging a sweater to work- hell i didn’t even feel like lugging myself to work. I checked the time on my phone and it was later than what Lucas had predicted. I needed them out of my room so I could start getting ready,

“Ok you two, i need to take a shower so I can get ready for my suffering. Get out.” I shooed away Quinn and Lucas who were probably two seconds away from jumping each others bones anyway.

“Eri you owe us still.” Lucas called out from my door way. Quinn was already tugging on his hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Threesome I know. Raincheck again. I have to get going.”

He finally left my room and i shut the door, trying to get some peace and quiet for just a second. What the hell happened last night? I didn’t remember too much as I was falling in and out of rem sleep. I could’ve sworn I felt Johnny still inside me and we had been holding hands for awhile too. Just the thought alone made my cheeks burn. And the way we fucked yesterday was...something else. I could barely think straight. All i did was focus on the pleasure and held him so tight. I didn’t want to let him go. Lucas was right though I didn’t want to admit it. I was getting to be too lovey dovey with Johnny. Even the thought of it was starting to send me into a panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Like, hi, hello, self, get it the fuck together. Love was something to be avoided at all cost. Maybe I was just in love with his dick. That thing could make anyone go crazy. I was so deep in thought that the sensation of my phone vibrating made me jump. It was another text message from Johnny.

Johnny💕: Blame my job babe. If i could quit and fuck you all day, shit i would.

Ew gross. Why did he do this every time? Just talk like a normal person you idiot. I shouldn’t expect that much from him and to be honest the fact that he was still thinking about me (even if it was just my body) was making my heart skip a beat or two. No. Stop. Ignore that. Ignore him.  I tossed my phone onto my bed and grabbed my towel before heading to the bathroom. I had to focus on better things like work, or my study session with Taeil tomorrow. If anything i was sure he could get my mind off of Johnny for good.

--

I crossed my legs underneath the wooden table, adjusting my skirt that rode up my thighs. I bit down on my pen cap staring at a mess of circulatory routes and charts that just wasn’t sinking into my brain. I hated that I had to take a science as a required credit. I was a journalist and musician. Art kids didn’t do science or math. What’s worse was that I had to get this down soon as I already had a test coming up. My eyes were starting to blur and I wanted to throw my rented textbook across the library.

“Eri?” I jumped up as I felt Taeil’s hand on my thigh. “Are you okay?”

I blinked quickly and looked up at him. I had forgotten he was there just for a fraction of a second as my stress induced panic made me overthink about failing my class entirely. “S-sorry, i just…” I threw my hands up in frustration. “ Why can't i learn about dicks! Like i know the anatomy of that!”

“Well...i mean um...technically you have to trace the flood flow to it so…” He covered his face as he laughed nervously. “How about we concentrate on getting just one chart down for today, hm?”

I watched his thumb brush over my bare knee. That little movement was enough of a signal to let me know that maybe he wasn't as focused on this lesson either. I sighed, pouting a bit. “My brain hurts. Like literally hurts. Can't we take a break?”

“A break? It's only been twenty minutes!” He smiled at me as he propped his chin on his hand, the other still glued to my skin.

“Yeah, twenty minutes too long! Please? A little break Taeil? Pleeeasssee? If we don't i'm gonna go cross eyed.”

“Fine, fine. We can take a break. But you have to promise me that you'll try your best when we start back up again, ok?”

I nodded eagerly and set my head on the table, wanting to silently cry to myself. There was a silence between us (save for my whines of desperation) that settled into a bit of tension. Taeil's warm hand shifted from my knee to the small of my back, caressing up and down the length of my spine. I assumed he meant it as an act of comfort but my body reciprocated it as a flirtatious invitation. I felt static slide down my limbs and I shifted a bit in my seat. The heat from his hand was spreading through me like fire and I was starting to crave his caresses a little too much. I swallowed thickly and had an idea to shift his attention to something that was weighing on my mind.

“Um...Taeil?” I whispered into the silence of the library.

“Hmm?” He hummed softly. I lifted my head from the desk and peered up at him. His deep brown eyes had a dreamlike gleam within them as they watched me. I sat up a little bit straighter  as I felt his fingers glide against the small band of skin that has become exposed from the hem of my shirt sliding up. They slipped under the fabric and traced gentle patterns against me. I resisted the urge as much as I could to not be too obvious with my attraction and want for his fingers.

“Do you...ever think about the party? You know when we met?” I managed to finally spit out.

“Oh...well, I mean, sometimes.” He said, pulling his gaze downward and finally removing his hand from me. “Mostly i think about how I wish Johnny wasn’t an annoying prick who ruined everything.” He let out a soft sigh and turned himself inwards towards the table, picking up his pen and twirling it in his fingers. He seemed to want to fidget more than talk about the jackass who had managed to get me into his bed. If it hadn’t been for him, I might have been fucking Taeil more often and not worrying about Johnny taking large gaps of time in between his text responses.

“God, me too. He really is annoying and kind of stupid. And cranky. I think weed does the opposite for him; like instead of making him chill it just makes him worse.”

I saw a small smile peek out from the corner of Taeil’s lips. “You know it’s a real turn on hearing you complain about him.” he joked.

My eyes widened in surprise and the both of us burst into laughter. I guess we were both on the same page about that giant asshole. “Well I could complain about him all day but...i do kind of regret not talking to you more. Like since the party I haven’t really had a chance to hang with you, beside in this dumpy library.”

“Aww, c’mon. It’s not dumpy. I love this place.” He paused for a second. “Wow, I sound like a complete nerd.”

I shifted my body towards him, leaning in ever so slightly and crossing my legs again so they they brushed against his. “It’s okay. Nerds are cute. Really cute.”

“You think so? I guess I should keep that in mind.” He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth as he flicked his pen against the wooden table top. Played out like this, it kind of felt like a cheesy porno but he was definitely hot and I had been curious about his lingual skills ever since Quinn told me they hooked up with him. I could see his cheeks turning as bright as his hair, especially when my fingers crept closer to his. “Do you remember when I said that there was something that you should know about me back at the party?”

To be honest I kind of didn’t, some parts of that night were still a bit of a blur. It might’ve been when we were about to kiss- before Johnny ruined everything. “Uh, yeah. Why?” I half fibbed.

“Well...I mean, we’re here and I-i’m pretty sure I’m reading the signals right-” He started.

“What signals?” I teased as I moved my fingers even closer until they linked with his.

“You know...you. Me. The party. Here now. Do you want to uh…”

“Fuck?”

Taeil swallowed hard and hid his face away from me completely. “Ah...well...that’s what I need to talk to you about. I’ve never...I mean, i would want to...with you but…” He stuttered through his sentence nervously.

Wait a goddamn minute. Was he saying that he was a virgin? But he and Quinn-? Quinn wouldn’t lie about hooking up with anyone. They loved to talk about all their hookups. We had also been friends for years and I knew them better than anyone so this had to mean that Taeil was lying. He was using the virgin thing as some sort of weird pickup line-a way to get girls in his bed. Great, I couldn’t even find one good guy on this god forsaken campus. “Taeil, are you saying that you’re a virgin?”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave me the cute shy smile that I now wanted to slap off his face. “Y-yeah...I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint-”

“Oh Taeil, i’m not disappointed that you’re a virgin. I’m disappointed that you thought that wack ass lie would work on me.”

His face only held an expression of shock. I glared at him, daring him to lie further. “Wait...what?”

“Quinn’s my roommate. Did you really think they wouldn’t tell me who they hooked up with? Do you actually get laid pretending to be so innocent?”

Taeil sat back in his seat, resting his arm on the backrest and spreading his legs. He looked so smug now, a complete opposite to his pure act he upheld just moments ago. “Yeah, i do. But I guess I slipped up. Quinn’s kinda...ya know, a little ditzy. She believed it so quick, I thought i’d might have the same luck with you. I mean, if I would have told you at the party I’m sure i would’ve taken you home before you even jumped in the pool.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “You know, I thought you would be one of the good ones. At least one that was less of a prick but you’re just as dumb and horny as the rest of them. You got caught in your own lie asshole.”

“You can’t blame a guy for trying. It’s more fun this way, like a little roleplay, you know? A quiet library, an eager student, a good tutor. It’s classic.”

“Ugh, i should’ve never come here. You’re lucky I actually need your help. Do you even know anything about anatomy?”

“Oh tons.” Taeil chuckled as he licked his lips. I hit his shoulder hard.

“Don’t you even fuckin’ dare, Taeil. You know what i mean!”

“Okay, okay! Yes i know anatomy and i can actually help you pass. Turns out sex is a great motivator for students. You study, i reward you, how about that?”

“You're literally so gross.” I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my notes. Now i wanted to finish this damn study session and get out of here as fast as possible.

“Eri,” I felt his warm breath on the shell of my ear suddenly and my entire body froze. Little sparks of electricity zipped under my skin and i couldn't help the reaction. “Just try my method once. If you don't pass you can blame me. But if you do pass then you can keep coming back to our little study sessions. Don't you want to come?”

I grit my teeth, annoyed at his double entendre and even more annoyed that he was right. I wanted to cum and i seriously needed to pass or else i'd be forced to retake the class. Suffering through almost 4 months once was enough, i couldn't risk having to possibly do it again. I kicked myself for falling into his liar's trap. “Fine. But i'm holding you to it. If i don't pass i'm gonna find every girl you've ever hooked up with and tell them that you're a filthy liar. I'll expose you and destroy this little set up you've got going on.”

“So blackmail's your speed? What's to say those girls will believe you?” His hand gripped the inside of my thigh tight as his body remained close to mine. I couldn't tell if the heat radiating from him was anger or pure lust, maybe a mix of both, but i tried to pretend it didn't affect me.

“Oh honey, there's nothing we love more than good gossip. A rumor goes a long way.” I turned to face him, our lips barely centimeters apart now. My eyes flickered up to meet his. They were dark and full of emotions that i tried to decipher to no avail. My breath caught in my throat. Sometimes the quiet shy ones (even those that pretended to be that way) were the most dangerous. I swallowed hard as i felt his words press against my mouth.

“I won't let you fail, Eri. Scout's honor. But say one thing about my little lie and i'll be sure you do fail. Two can play that game, you know.”

Asshole. I nodded anyway, agreeing reluctantly.

“Good, glad we’re on the same page. Now if you can stopped being hooked on Johnny for a second we can focus.”

“I am not hooked on him. It was a lapse in my better judgement. Trust me, that’s over with.”

“Aww, now who’s the liar here?”

I didn’t have time to protest as his lips pressed against mine, taking my breath away. I gave into the languid clash of our lips almost instantly. He didn’t rush or shove his tongue in right away. No, with Taeil it was like he wanted to explore every inch of my lips before coaxing anything else from me. His teeth nipped ever so gently at my bottom lip before sucking on the tender skin. I leaned into him more, craving his tongue and any roughness he could give me. I didn’t even bother to think about the sparse amount of students hanging around that could possibly be watching. His hand on my thigh inched its way higher until the tips of his fingers brushed against the center of my panties. A little gasp slipped from me and made him chuckle.

“You’re so sensitive already? I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Quiet. You just surprised me that’s all.”

“So you don’t want me to finger you under this table?” He asked.

“I didn’t say all that now. I just...happened to be more curious about your tongue. Jerk.”

“My tongue?” He licked my lips slowly. “What about my tongue?”

I shoved at him and turned away, getting annoyed by his antics. “Is there any semblance of human decency in you or all you just all fuckboy?”

“Depends on what you classify as decency. I could be an asshole and not eat you out at all.”

“Please eat me out.” I blurted. I hadn't had it for so long that just the mere thought of it was enough to make me beg. Taeil looked around before nodding towards the bookshelves.

“Follow me.” We both stood up, leaving our notes and textbooks behind. We weaved our way to the far back row of shelves where the lights were dim and the books musty and old. I was pressed against the hard wood while Taeil sunk to his knees as if he was ready to worship my body. He shuffled my skirt up towards my waist, placing a few sparse kisses to the center of my panties before flexing his fingers underneath the waistband. The cool air from the vent above us made my newly exposed skin blossom with goosebumps as he pulled them down. Little by little my thighs were blessed with soft presses of his lips while his hands explored the expanse of my ass. He gently dug his fingertips into my cheeks before pulling my hips forward. I could feel the steady puffs of breaths against my clit and i was almost squirming at the normal act. He wasn’t even trying yet and I was already putty in his hands. If Johnny wasn’t such a dick and would go down on me then I wouldn’t feel like such a needy slut for this lying bastard.

I cast my eyes downward, my breath stilling in my lungs as I saw Taeil’s eager eyes meet mine. His tongue slipped past his lips to connect with my impatient clit. He licked a small strip against the length of it before swirling just the tip of his tongue over the most sensitive part. My hand gripped one of the shelves to steady myself while the other covered my mouth. My toes were curling within my shoes and i tried to relax as much as possible and not lose my cool. I wanted this sweet sensation to last hours especially with how his miniscule licks were turning into more confident sucks. My hips were beginning to roll against his face but he stopped that quickly, placing his thumbs firmly into the dips of my hips. A dangerous flame ignited in the pit of my stomach as i almost doubled over. His eyebrow quirked and he pulled away.

“Sounds like you really like when I touch you here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded quickly. “Please…”

His lips upturned into a smirk until they disappeared between mine again, this time hungrier and more sinful than before. His tongue covered the entirety of my slit, grinding up and down, alternating between sucks and small kisses. Every few seconds he would dig into my entrance, his tongue edging against the beginning of my walls. His thumb would circle my clit then, never failing to pleasure my bundle of nerves. My calves were starting to quiver now and I could feel an orgasm approaching already. What the hell? I had never really cum this fast before.

“Ta-Taeil! U-um…” I bit into my bottom lip as i lifted myself onto my tiptoes, pressing my hips harder against him. He pulled away just for a fraction of a second, his index finger against his glistening lips.

“Ssh, we’re in a library remember.” He gave me a wink before sending me over the edge and into a pleasure filled void that i had missed so much. My grip on the shelf was becoming so tight I thought i would surely send the row of books crashing to the floor. I could even feel the edges digging into my palm creating brutal indentations. I exhaled slowly and slumped against the shelves.

Taeil rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His lips overwhelmed mine as my head was spinning. I could still taste myself on his tongue as we battle for comman over the sensuous dance. He was making me fall in lust with him way too fast. I wrapped my leg around his waist wanting even more from my little tutor. My hands found their way to his chest, gripping his t shirt tightly as i nipped at his bottom lip. “I should’ve hooked up with you earlier.” He whispered with a soft chuckle.

“That’s for damn sure. Don’t you dare stop now. For the love of God, dont.”

He angled my head to the side to capture my neck in rugged bites and restless sucks. His hand steadied my raised leg on his waist while his foot nudged mine, allowing him more access for his fingers to slip between my folds. He didn’t waste any time adding two fingers inside me, easing quick thrusts and riding the length of my walls. My brows furrowed as I focused on the effortless pleasure that was building up with each stroke. “Tell me how good i’m making you feel, Eri.” He whispered against the wet marks he left behind on my jugular.

A tingle went down my spine at the provocativeness of his words. I never expected him to desire any sort of praise or dirty talk, especially from me. It was one of my worst weaknesses. I was always too shy and embarrassed to say anything directly sexual (other than the few begs here and there). Now I was faced with Taeil wanting me to praise him while his fingers pumped faster inside me, occasionally splitting apart to stretch me open. My nails sunk into his chest even more while my lips struggled to even form any sort of sentences, appraisals or not. “Do it and I’ll go down on you again.”

Oh jesus, please. Yes, do that. I barely let my voice go over a whisper but I gave into his request. “P-Please, Taeil. It feels really good.”

He pulled his fingers from inside me, leaving me gaping and whining for the warmth to return. They instead disappeared inside his mouth, coating his tongue in my cum and a moan of his own. A slick pop revealed how he clean off every drip. “Damn.”

I covered his mouth quickly. “Don’t you dare say that I taste good. Please.”

He jerked his head away from my hand and laughed. “Cum just tastes like cum. I just like how wet you are is all. But i guess you earned my tongue again.”

He shifted the leg around his waist to rest on his shoulder as he sunk down to the ground again.. His sucks came faster, dragging those sinful fingers through me once again. I met each of his pistons with driving force, panting with eagerness and desperation. His tongue painted shapes i never knew imaginable against my heat. My eyes fell closed and my hand fisted his firey locks, keeping him flush against me. My grinds swirls against his nose, his lips, his chin, and that perfect, perfect tongue. The edge of his middle finger grazed against the threshold of my spot sending another spark throughout my lower half. A strangled breath left my lungs, followed my an embarrassing squeak as i could barely form thoughts. My brain was dipping in and out of common sense as my second orgasm hit me in another sudden rush i wasn’t expecting. My fingers slowly untangled themselves from his hair as he pulled away. His chest heaved as he wiped his face, rising to his feet once again. “Turn around. Now.”

I bit my lip at his command, executing it while the clang of his belt opening rang in my ears. He unzipped his jean and the familiar tear of foil followed. Of course he had planned this all out. I almost rolled my eyes even though I was thankful for it. He gripped my hips tightly, lifting me onto my toes as his cock pressed into my entrance slowly. The stretch wasn’t a tight or deep as Johnny or even Lucas but i was still restless to feel him fuck me hard against these shelves. He dragged my hips back to meet his creating a symphony of skin slapping against skin. I hoped that it wasn’t echoing too loudly in the quiet space. Joined with Taeil’s intermittent pants and the soft claps of the bookshelf against the wall, i was sure someone might bust us any second. I tried to keep quiet but Taeil was making it difficult. His hand had left my hip and shoved its way beneath my sweater, roughly filling his palm with my breast. He squeezed and plucked away at my nipple daring to bring more moans out of me.

I was already sensitive, my clit swollen with pleasure and heat, I could barely take any more of his teases to my chest or his quick and simple thrusts. I clenched around him tight, sucking him as deep as he could go inside me. Taeil pressed his lips into my shoulder hard sinking a moan into my heated skin. His thrusts stuttered as i felt his legs falter. His cum rushed into me as he braced himself against the bookshelf. It hit the wall harder this time, making me snap my head up to see if anyone noticed. I could’ve sworn i heard footsteps tap against the tiled floor too.

“Shit...Taeil. Is someone coming?”

“Yeah, i just did?”

“No, you idiot. Don’t you hear footsteps?” I whispered harshly.

He stilled himself, concentrating on following the sounds. He pulled out of me quickly, snapping the rubber off him and working to zip up his jeans. I wiggled my skirt down and wiped the sweat off my face, hoping that it wasn’t blatantly obvious that we just fucked. The footsteps were nearing closer and i plucked a random book from the shelf, pretending to read while Taeil pretended to search for something.

“Are ya’ll done- Eri?” I looked up to see Taeyong rounding the corner.

“Oh fuck, it’s just you.” Taeil said. “What do you want?”

“Duh, dumbass. You said you’d give me a ride home after your last lesson and to meet you here. I know your usual spot. I didn’t know your “lesson” was with Eri though.”

I cleared my throat. “I needed help with anatomy.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you do. Anyway, can we go now? I’m beat.”

Taeil sighed. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the parking lot ok?”

“It’s fine.” I interjected. “I think i’m ready to leave. I’ll see you later, Taeil.” I walked passed Taeyong without barely a word and headed back to the desk to gather my things. I was putting away my textbook when my phone buzzed against the table.

Johnny💕: you busy 2mrw night?

Interesting. He didn’t start it with his usual “wyd?”.

Why?

I pulled my backpack onto my shoulder and got my keys, heading to the elevator. Funny how he hadn’t texted me since our hookup yesterday but was all about a booty call now. For a moment I hesitated. I had been left on the edge of an interrupted orgasm thanks to T.Y. I could probably finish up with Johnny but also- ugh- that was too much work. I pressed the button to the elevator, hearing Taeil and T.Y. bickering in the distance. The doors opened and I stepped through, looking down at my phone again.

Johnny💕: party. On the beach by the amusement park. Wanna go?

Did parties count as dates? Or did it mean that he just wanted me to go for the hell of it? I wondered if he had invited anyone else.

Who’s going?

I saw the ellipse of his response wriggling on the screen and I waited. I didn’t like the way my notification vibration made my heart jump every time he responded.

Johnny💕: some people I know. Not like in our circle. Its gonna be chill. Come with.

Why should i?

I stepped out of the elevator and headed out of the library towards the parking lot. My car wasn’t too far and i got to it quickly, stepping in and starting up the engine. I checked my phone again just as his name popped up.

Johnny💕: wanna see u.

I dropped my phone as i panicked and when i reached to pick it up from between my feet i hit my head on the steering wheel, making the horn go off and startling me even more. FUCK! I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead and looked at the message once more. His message was still there, clear as day. It wasn’t an illusion. He wanted to see me, to actually hang out with me. I never thought I would ever get that from him. Maybe it was just a joke. I let out a loud whine and threw myself back in my seat. I hated him so much. Why did he have to draw me back in every time? I wanted to lie to myself so bad and say that those three little words didn’t mean anything to me. But the truth was that I wanted to see him too.

--

“What kind of party is this?” I asked as I stepped out of Johnny’s car. We had driven to the beach adjacent to the local amusement park that was almost an hour away. It better be a worthwhile party since I had to endure a car ride of hesitant silence between us that was only filled with shitty trap music and remixes. Occasionally we would cast glances at each other- I would notice the veins in his arm as he drove one handed and leaned back in his seat, how his fingers drummed against his thigh or the steering wheel, and the way his skinny jeans cupped his bulge in all the right ways. Every once in awhile he would switch the hand he was driving with, letting the other drift to the center console between us. His pinky or middle finger would brush against my bare thigh and that’s when our eyes would meet. He would always adjust himself and sit up straighter after that. I had no idea what the fuck was going on in his head and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to find out.

When I stepped out of the car though I could smell the salty bitterness of ocean air coupled with the smokiness of a fire. I had never been to a beach party before. I assumed it would be a bit nicer then one held in some trashed house or tiny apartment. I however didn’t think my outfit through enough. A halter top and mini skirt was not enough to keep me warm from the ocean breeze and beginnings of fall. I hugged myself, rubbing my hands up and down my shoulders to try and get some heat in me. I was ready to go near that fire asap. I looked back at Johnny who had finished locking up his beat up hyundai. I didn’t dare move without him; i was way too afraid to enter some party full of people I didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I was waiting for you. They’re your friends, not mine.” I shifted my weight, bouncing a little.

“Why the hell are you fidgeting?”

“I’m cold, ok? Can we get to the fire please?”

“No one told you to wear barely anything.” He grabbed my arm and guided me towards the steps of the boardwalk.

“Oh, shut it! You like when I wear barely anything. Besides you said it was on the beach but it’s colder than i thought!” i tried wiggling out of his grasp but he kept me close to him. I pouted as we both descended down the wooden stairs, reaching the student infested sands. Johnny kept forward already greeting people he knew but I stayed frozen in place. This party was my absolute worst nightmare. Preppy, privileged bastards in khaki shorts and pastel polos and god awful ugly sandals that just screamed “hey my mom scammed the school system to get me into this college for free.” Those hoity toity bastards were coupled with plenty of chicks who looked like their favorite thing to do was cry over not getting a name brand purse from their sugar daddies. In the sea of eurocentric features Johnny and I stuck out like two sore thumbs, yet here he was laughing it up with them. I didn't want to be here at all.

I stayed in the corner, almost beneath the boardwalk entirely, wanting to cast the shadows around me and disappear. Johnny was some social butterfly that seemed to make everyone laugh as soon as he arrived. He was already getting passed a blunt and popping caps off of beer bottles. I doubted he even noticed I wasn't beside him. But i sure as hell noticed, and recognized, the blonde that bounced up to him with vigor. It was the one who he was with the night I was with Ten, the one who he didn't crop out of his snap all the way, the one who's nails were still sparkly and bubblegum pink as ever like ten flashing neon signs. She was already draping herself over him, those stupid pink nails coming to cup his face to try and pull him in for a kiss.

I turned away then, feeling sick to my stomach. I didn't want to watch whatever he decided to do with her. I was stuck here since i was stupid enough to let him drive. I couldn't even go to the car and lay down in solitude. I wondered if Quinn could somehow convince Jaehyun to come get me but he would probably just want to drink and smoke once he got here too. I sighed and fiddled with the thin straps of my halter top, adjusting the fit over my chest. I also wondered how long Johnny wanted to stay. It was already nearing midnight and I wasn’t in the mood to be here until 5 or 6 am. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through some social media, passing a chunk of time by. Eventually, out of the corner of my eye i could see a group of those khaki wearing bastards getting closer to me, trying to be inconspicuous about it and failing miserably.

I couldn't hear what they were saying but they were laughing loud enough to keep me on edge. I glanced over at the rest of the party goers, trying to gauge where Johnny was at. I couldn't see his deep navy beanie everywhere. A little part of me was starting to panic. Surely, he didn't just ditch me to go hook up with fucking malibu barbie. I was half tempted to text him when my view was suddenly blocked by a flash of pink. I looked up to see a chiseled chin and perfectly swooped blonde hair. His deep blue eyes seemed predatory and i hated the way he had closed the distance between us so quickly.

“Can i help you?” I asked. I took a step back, showing that I wanted nothing to do with him.

“What's your name, sweetheart?” He gripped onto the edge of the boardwalk above me making me feel like a trapped rat in a cage.

I shifted uncomfortably but held my head up, feigning my confidence. “None of your business. Can you back the fuck up?”

He didn't budge one bit. “You know, you're pretty cute for a mixed chick, kinda dark but-” he licked his lips and looked me up and down. “We can work around that.”

I clenched my jaw almost as tightly as i did my fist. Did he really just say that? Right to my face? “Back. The fuck. Up.” I growled.

“That attitude is cute, sweetheart, but lose it for a minute. My friends and I just wanted to know if you wanted to have some fun tonight. We're all kind of craving something sweet.”

“Fuck you.” I shoved him back with all my might as my breath reach a high level of panic. I craved to remove myself from this situation entirely, but he was bigger and stockier than me. I wedged myself between him and a supporting beam of the boardwalk, get a few small inches away from him. His calloused hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me back against him. A chunk of hair had managed to get trapped under his assault, yanking my head back with the force. I let out a yelp and struggled against him. “Let go of me!”

“Struggling only adds to the fun.” He smirked down at me and gave my hair another tug. I could feel tears prickling at my eyes. I hated feeling scared and i hated how he thought he could get away with this. I clawed at his hand, almost having to rip it free from my curls and pounded my small fist against his barrel chest.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” I screamed, loud enough that it seemed to draw the attention of the other party goers. I stepped back quickly, managing to free myself more so than last time. I sprinted down the beach as tears began falling down my cheeks. I was too helpless and angry to stop them. I wanted to get away from this place entirely but I still had no way out without Johnny.

“Eri!” I heard the familiar voice call out to me.

I ignored it and kept treading through the sand, working through the way it weighed down my sandals. I heard my name again, this time significantly closer.

“Eri! Wait up!”

I sniffled and whipped around, seeing Johnny barreling up to me. “I want to fuckin’ leave, John. Right now.”

He looked taken aback. “What happened? Are you crying?”

“I don't want to talk about it. Take me home.”

He set his arms on my shoulders, making me face him. “I leave you only for like an hour and something goes down. What the fuck?”

“What the fuck? What the fuck is right? Why'd you bring me to this stupid party? Was this some kind of joke?!” I pushed him hard and he barely took a step back.

He ignored my anger and instead grabbed my face in his hands.” Just tell me what happened already?”

I slapped his hands away, not wanting to feel anyone's touch against me. “That guy is a fucking pig. He wanted to pass me around to his little privileged bastard friends like i was some piece of “chocolate” or whatever else his fetishist ass wanted to do. Probably drug me and force me into a gangbang because apparently “struggling is part of the fun!”

“He said that to you?” Johnny asked, firmly.

“No, i just like lying about being harassed and fetishized. It really gets me off. Almost as much as him assaulting me and pulling my hair.” I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands in frustration. “You know what, you don't have to believe me. You guys are all the fucking same anyway.”

He stood quiet for a moment, nodding a bit. “Bet.”

I opened my mouth but i couldn't even put forth an argument before Johnny split from me. Sand kicked up from his shoes as he bounded in quick strides back towards the bonfire area. What the hell was he doing?! I watched in horror as his shoulder connected with my harasser's stomach, tackling him to the ground. Johnny raised his fist into the air and with a hard snap it rebounded off the other man's jaw. His head reeled back and i was sure blood i saw splatter onto the sand. I was frozen, completely stunned. My heart thundered in my ears as i saw the other rich frat boys circling behind Johnny like hawks.

“You're fucked, man! Don't ever say that shit to her again!”

I was already on edge and i didn't want anything to take a turn for the worse, well worse that it already was. I made a beeline for Johnny, pulling him off the other guy with all my might. “You're insane!” I screamed at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” The blond prick said, spitting out a wad of blood.

“If you ever, ever, put your hands on her again, Matt, I'll make you fucking regret it.”

The vengeance in his eyes was almost as scary as the bodies closing in on us. I tugged on Johnny's arm, trying to urge him to move. “Come on! I don't have time to scrape your guts off the boardwalk!” He stayed firm as if he was ready to take on the entire world for me. It took another hard pull to finally get him to start moving. “Let's go!” i shouted as i booked it faster than i had done for the entire night. At this pace i was seconds away from becoming a damn olympic athlete. My lungs were burning and i was struggling to keep up with Johnny's longer strides. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along. I made the mistake of looking back and i could see the five assholes already quick on our tails.

We managed to run up the stairs on the opposite end of the boardwalk, sprinting along the border of the amusement park. If we could hang a left we'd be able to head back to the parking lot and get to Johnny's car. “Johnny!” I panted. “Parking lot!” He didn't seem to hear me as he too was now looking back to see how close they were. Instead of heading to the parking lot he yanked me towards the right, shoving us both behind a maintenance building. I panted heavily and whispered. “What the fuck?! Why didn’t you go left?!!”

“I panicked, ok?!”

“I literally told you to go left! Ugh, if you hadn’t decked him in the face you wouldn’t be in danger of being jumped!”

He pressed himself flush against me, pinning me to the wall as we heard footsteps trudging closer. “Fuck!” It was too much of a close call and he took control again, pulling us to the gates of the park until we were about to hit a dead end. “Climb up the gate!”

“Excuse me?! That thing is like 10 feet high! How the hell am i-” Johnny swiftly grabbed my hips and hoisted me up. I scrambled to grab a hold of the top of the gate and pull myself up. I managed to wiggle my legs to the other side, dangling as i felt my arms burn. Fear settled into the pit of my stomach as i didn’t want to drop down and break my damn ankle or something. Johnny jumped up much easier than i would have and hauled himself over in seconds. Pfft, show off.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down. Past the gates, the park was swallowed in darkness as it was beyond closing time. The shadows provided us better cover as we stumbled through. My arms were hurting from all the pulling and yanking. My legs were as heavy as lead and my lungs felt like they were about to explode. A gross metallic taste was coating my tongue as if I was going to puke blood any minute. The band of idiots seemed to have lost our whereabouts, giving us a moment of peace for now. While I was recuperating I realized that the police might actually be called and we could get hit with a charge of trespassing and assault. Panic started to set in quick and I shifted around uncomfortably.

“We have to leave. I don’t want to get caught!” I still whispered, afraid that anyone could hear me although we were all alone.

“We won't get caught. Just...give me a second.” He was bent over, gripping his knees as he took longer to catch his breath.

“Cigarettes and weed catching up to you?” I wheezed a bit.

He gave me the finger. “Fuck off.”

“You’re a complete idiot, Johnny. What the hell are we going to do now? The parking lot is all the way on the other side. How are we going to get passed them again?”

He straightened up and wiped the back of his mouth as he headed towards the bumper cars we had ended up by. He plopped down in one of the cars, laying his arms across the back and sighing. “We'll just give it some time. They’ll calm down and then we can leave. Either that or they’ll get too piss drunk to even realize what happened. Relax.”

“What do you mean relax? How do you expect me to relax when so many things just went wrong?!”

“Can you literally just shut up? For two seconds? You’re stressing me out now and I don’t need that shit.” He pulled his half crushed carton of cigarettes out from his pocket and I saw the flame of his lighter ignite.

Him stressed? I should deck him in the mouth just for saying that. I grumbled as I trudged over to the bumper car and climbed in, giving his knee a slap. “Quit man spreading and let me sit down.”

He closed his legs and i managed to wiggle in the minimal space beside him. A quietness slipped between us, only his soft exhales of smoke and the sea breeze whistling through the trees could be heard. He extended the cigarette over to me, which I almost denied. “I didn’t pop the ball so it won’t be as bad.”

He had actually remembered that I hated the taste of menthols. “Still gross.” I took it anyway and inhaled deeply hoping it would calm the incessant nervousness that had taken over me. I kept looking over my shoulder just waiting for us to be busted any second. Minutes passed and I hadn't heard any sirens. The tenseness in my muscles ceased and I was able to ease back into the hard plastic seat. Johnny’s fingers drummed by my shoulders as I passed the cigarette back to him. I shifted a bit as he started unconsciously spreading his legs again, his knees practically touching the steering wheel. I leaned my head towards his chest which made him straighten up instantly. He pulled his arms from around the seat and settled his hands on his thighs, rubbing them against his jeans as if to wipe off the sweat from his palms. I looked at him, wondering if I should break the silence. “Um...thanks for kinda sticking up for me...I guess.” I mumbled.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What he said was seriously fucked. Sorry that he did that…”

“Don’t apologize for him, he's the one that's a perv…Honestly, I didn’t think you would do anything about it. Well at least not like that. I’m sorry that I said you were the same as those guys...”

“Look, i’m an asshole but i’m not that much of an asshole. Surprisingly enough my mom did raise me right.” He flicked the cigarette butt off the side of the car.

“I know... It’s just that no one’s ever really done that for me. I'm used to defending myself and my friends, but he made me feel so...fucking small.” I crossed my arms over my chest, turning away from Johnny in hopes of deflecting the trembling in my voice. The weak feeling remained in my stomach as i could still feel Matt’s hands on me. Even though it caused more trouble than what it was worth, I was glad Johnny had punched him. If we didn't have the threat of being arrested (or jumped) looming over our heads, I would’ve let him destroy that creep. I dragged my knuckle just under my waterline to wipe a tear that threatened to cross the threshold and sniffled softly.

“Aw c’mon, you’re not gonna be a baby about it now are you?” Johnny nudged me and laughed a bit. I swatted at his hand, not really appreciating his efforts to lighten the mood with an insult. He must have sensed how it affected me as he changed his tune suddenly. “Shit...hey, I didn’t mean it like that. A prick like that doesn't deserve any of your emotional attention. Don't let him have the last laugh.” I felt his index finger brush under my chin before turning my face towards him. “I’m serious, ok?”

I nodded a bit, trying my best to accept his words, until i felt a wetness under my chin. “Are your fingers wet or something?”

“Huh?” What do you mean?”

“I feel something wet on me.” I grabbed my phone then, turning the flashlight on as i pulled his hand away from my face. I shone the light on it until it caught the splotch of blood across his knuckles. “Good job, idiot. You busted your knuckles punching him. They're gonna start swelling soon.”

He shrugged. “I've had worse. I'll be fine.”

“Still…” I looked up at him. “You got hurt because of me.” I felt a little bit guilty. “I-I think i may have some tissue somewhere in my purse.”

“Eri, it's literally ok. I don't care.”

“I care, ok?!” I huffed as handed him my phone and dug through my wristlet, searching for the pack of tissue i had stuffed inside it. “Hold the light up for me.” I pulled one out and dabbed at the blood as best as i could, revealing small cuts across two of his knuckles. “You probably caught his teeth when you hit him.” I held the tissue against the cuts adding pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding for now.

“Maybe…” he sighed and turned the light off, setting my phone between us. “Why are you so worried about me?”

“I-I wouldn’t say i’m worried or anything! Just like...you can’t just be gross and bleed everywhere!” I shifted a bit in my seat and snapped my mouth shut not wanting anything else embarrassing to spill out like word vomit. His hand weakly gave mine a squeeze, a soft grunt indicating that it hurt him just to do that minimal movement. I sighed. “Why are you so stubborn?”

I felt his forehead press against mine and felt the shift in his shoulders as he shrugged. “Don’t know. In my nature I guess.” The minty tobacco scent on his breath fell against my lips and I could tell he was getting even closer. The kiss was so soft and gentle i almost didn’t feel it. “Thanks for making sure i dont ‘bleed everywhere’.” he chuckled.

I didn’t move, even when his other hand came to rest on my thigh, shyly creeping beneath the hem of my skirt. “Johnny…” I whispered. I knew he meant no harm in his touch but the bit contact made me shrink back just a bit. I loved when Johnny touched me but my body seemed to be giving into the knee jerk reaction of defending myself- like i was trying to make up for what i wanted to do earlier but couldn't. I wanted to force that out of my head instantly. He, however, seemed to take notice of my change in demeanor.

“Hey…” He cleared his throat a bit. “We don’t have to. I just thought that maybe…” he took a moment to figure out how to word his thoughts properly. “I don't want the last thing you feel tonight to be his hands on you. You dont deserve that.”

I didn't want that either. I wanted that scum to be wiped cleaned from my skin and memory like a chalkboard. I buried my face in Johnny's neck wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He pulled me into his lap, keeping me secure against him in a way i so desperately craved. He placed soft kisses against my my temple and all the way down to my shoulder. His fingers gently rubbed at the small of my back until my muscles melted away their tension. I sighed softly and inched myself towards his plush lips, turning my head just in time to catch a kiss to the cheek and turn it into an eager dance of our lips against one another. I cupped his face and tilted my head just a bit deepening the kiss. Our chests were pressed against each other, neither of us being able to catch the breaths we were stealing. He slipped a small moan into my mouth and i could feel the small timbre against my tongue. His grip on me was getting tighter though he was moving away from my kisses. “H-hey…” He whispered.

I tried to kiss him again but he jerked his head back. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I just...wanna make sure you’re chill you know? Before it goes too far…”

“Oh so now who’s worried about who?” I teased.

“My knuckles are one thing, you feeling like you’re not in control of your body and feeling forced to do something is not. Trust me, i know about that all to well.”

I straddled his lip, edging my thighs over either side of his. “Johnny, you caring enough to stop is the most considerate and human thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“A-ah…um…D-don’t make it weird, Eri.” He pushed his head into my chest, hiding completely from me.

“I mean it. I’m okay with you, with us. I don’t feel like you’re forcing me. And you were right, i shouldn’t let him have that hold on me. He doesn’t deserve my attention. You do.” I tilted his head up and kissed him again. “After all you said you don’t want him to be the last thing I felt tonight. So let me feel you instead. Just be careful with your hand, ok?” I brought the back of his hand to my lips, giving it a small peck before setting his palm over my ass.

“You can be mine for the night then…” He whispered as he decorated my collarbone with tiny love bites, branding my skin with the faintest of marks. Both his hands slipped under my skirt gripping my ass and pulling me flush against the center of his jeans while his teeth tugged at the fabric of my halter top. I untied the strings around my neck, letting my breasts free. Another gust of wind rattled through the park making me shudder. Though my skin was just starting to heat up the ocean air was still too cold to my liking. Johnny moved away for a moment and i felt him shuffling as he pulled off his oversized flannel shirt. He set it on my shoulders before wrapping his lips around my nipple. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, content at the newfound warmth and the way Johnny was eagerly bringing my nipples to attention. I kept his head close while my other hand trailed down the waistband of his jeans.

I plucked away at the button and zipper, allowing just enough room for my small hand to slide into his boxer briefs. His hips bucked just a bit when my fingers rolled over the head of his cock and down to his balls, cupping them slightly. I could already feel him reacting to the delicate touches and i wanted to coax more from him. He eased himself into slow rolls, filling my palm with his growing girth. I wrapped my fingers around him trailing languid strokes from his base to just under his head. The hums he made were so delicate i could barely hear them but rather felt the ticklish vibrations around my nipple. I exhaled airily as i gripped the nape of his neck. His devotion switched to my other breast while mine drew my fingertips to his slit.

Tenderly, i swirled my finger around the hypersensitive area, just barely dipping my nail into him. He separated from my chest and breathed out my name igniting sparks deep within my center. That frantic way his deep voice wrapped around that syllable made me love my name more than anything. With the slightest of throbs a bead of precum coated my fingertip. I traced it down his shaft, outlining a vein and making Johnny roll his head back against the seat.

I pressed needy kisses against his throat as if his moans could satisfy the hunger building within me. I quickened my strokes and filled his ear with promises of how good I wanted us to feel together, how deep i wanted him inside me, and how i wanted him to say my name as if it was the only word he knew. How he drew this confidence to even utter such sins, i'll never know but he sure as hell seemed grateful for it. His uninjured hand was clutching at my wrist, following the ups and downs and quick flicks. His lips parted and a heavy groan coated his perfect lips. I stole another kiss wanting to take in that desire that fueled my wetness.

“Baby,” he practically whined. “Fuck...more…”

I lifted my hips, just hovering over his cock. Slowly i pressed him against the seat of my panties, dragging his head up and down my slit through the damp fabric. I circled my hips every time the tip of his cock hit the most sensitive part of my clit. My thighs trembled under the pressure and i hid my mewl with the back of my hand. Johnny worked to follow my undulations adding more speed and digging into my entrance every few seconds. A rough grunt accompanied his fevered hand in shoving my skirt around my waist and clawing at the barrier between us. “Off.” He stated.

I stood up, Johnny holding onto me to keep me steady as i yanked my panties down to curl at my ankles. “Condom?”

“Always.” He chuckled. I heard him searching for the rubber. After the familiar sound of him spitting out a piece of foil he shoved his jeans down further leaving him just as bare as i was. I saw each move in the shadows and he beckoned me to rejoin him on his lap. I sat down on my throne, keeping my back to his chest as he kept an arm around my waist. I guided him towards my entrance, stretching around inch by painfully thick inch until he vanished inside me. My feet settled on the outside of his knees while my hands braced onto the sides of the bumper car.

I lifted my hips carefully before sliding back down taking slow exhales in between. Each pump coaxed out more of my cum, the slickness easing my movements. Eventually i was able to bounce faster, even swirling my hips and dipping down all the way to his base. The back of my head rested on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the delicate spot beneath my jawline that pleaded to be marked, bruised, and sucked on. He knew exactly what my body wanted and compiled, sucking blood to the surface. My legs buckled, my thighs pursing together as wave after wave of electricity hit me.

Johnny landed a quick slap to my inner thigh and they flee open again, creating a path for his fingers to spread my lower lips open. His middle finger circled against my clit, digging ever so slightly beneath the hood. My walls spasmed around him, clamping down tight. His thrusts rushed through the tightness, increasing the pressure inside me and fucking me so furiously rough that i could barely keep up. I clutched at my hair, my chest, the back of the seat, anything to try and steady my mind enough to not go crazy.

He gripped my face and jerked it towards his, licking and nipping at my lips. “Turn around.” I twisted my way around, parting from his cock for a bit before retaining my position. He edged me back, forcing me to balance myself against the steering wheel. “Ride me, Eri.”

I nodded quickly, swallowing back the dryness in my throat. I ground my hips into his, practically feeling him bulging against my stomach. My nails dug into the textured plastic clawing out the worse sounds that were masked with my rushed moans. Faster and faster our hips met, luring out the most incredible feeling in the world. I reached for him and he yanked me towards him. His arms wrapped around me tight as our lips crashed together until our orgasms wracked through our systems. We didn't let each other go even then, choosing to slow down our thrusts and grinds until the oversensitivity formed aftershocks of pleasure. My whimpers matched his short groans, trading them between our tongues. When we finally parted he buried his face on my neck and i was hit with the aching realization of how sore my legs were.

“My legs are killing me.” I whined.

“Sorry, baby. Bumper car sex was probably not the best idea but I don’t regret that one bit.” He covered my neck and chest in kisses making me giggle. “I can check it off my fuckit list at least.”

“Oh my god, please shut up.” I pushed him away playfully before sliding him out of me. My body gaped around the empty feeling, wishing that he could stay within me all night but my lower half was extremely fatigued and i was tempted to ask him to carry me to the car. Besides. the last place i wanted to stay at was this damn amusement park. I wiggled my skirt down to cover my ass and plopped down beside him. He made quick work of pulling off the used condom and adjusting himself back in his jeans. I rested my head on his shoulder, gripping onto his firm bicep. “Take me home now, Johnny.”

“You’re gonna have to stop clinging onto me if you want to get home. Also i don’t want to hold my jizz forever. I need to get to the garbage can.”

I groaned and hobbled out of the car, hating every second of it. I struggled to get my underwear back on while Johnny stepped out beside me. While i was tying my halter top and pulling his shirt taught against my chest he pushed me back towards the gate we jumped over earlier, taking a moment to toss out the condom in the nearby trash. He stretched his arms out towards me, preparing to get me over the gate. “Come on, i’ll lift you up.”

I winced at the thought of getting hauled up there again. My stomach was already cramping and i was still trying to shaking out the static-y feeling in my legs. I sighed and let him lift me anyway, knowing this was the only way out where we were least likely to get caught. I hoisted myself over, again waiting for him to help bring me down. When we were both on the other side I looked around trying to figure out which way to go. “I think the beach wraps all the way around the park and goes to the other side of the parking lot but it’s gonna take awhile to get to the car. Do you want to chance it and try and cut across the boardwalk?”

“Ugh, not really. I’m pretty sure I can hear their music still. I don’t mind walking around. What about you?”

“Only if you carry me.”

He rolled his eyes and squatted in front of me. “Fine. Get on.”

“Wait, really?” I asked, stunned.

“If it keeps you from whining the whole time, yeah. Let’s go.”

“Well, f-fine!” I hiked myself onto his back, wrapping my arms loosely around his shoulders. He adjusted me until he felt comfortable and started walking across the shoreline, beginning our long journey to the parking lot. He didn’t seem all too bothered by giving me a piggyback ride and i appreciated not having to use my sore legs. I set my head on his shoulders, the warmth of his body and steady strides coupled with my post sex fatigue was enough to make me want to fall asleep right then. I twirled my index finger loosely around the silver chain he wore and closed my eyes.

“Don’t you fall asleep while I’m doing all the work, princess.”

I yawned deeply, already feeling myself drift off. “You’re the one who agreed to it, daddy...”

The lulling movements stopped suddenly and my eyes flew open as I actually realized what i had said. Stupid Lucas putting that in my head! I was gonna kill him! I had no idea if i should pretend I hadn’t said anything or just laugh it off. My mind was on the fritz and shifting full throttle into panic.

“Did you just-?”

“No!” I blurted out. Way to not acknowledge it and brush it off, idiot.

I could hear him try and hide his laughter. “You did. You actually called me daddy.”

“NO I DIDNT! I JUST...IT'S ALL LUCAS’ FAULT!”

“WHAT? You call Lucas daddy??!”

Oh god, no. Abort. Abort. I wiggled myself down from his hold and squirmed, bolting away from my embarrassment. Technically, it made no sense since we had to ride home together, but at this moment i wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“Eri! Get back here!”

Shit. Shit. Shit! I tried to run faster but my legs did not want to keep up with me. Soon enough I felt Johnny's arms wrap around me, spinning me around before we collapsed onto the sand. “Tell me!” He commanded.

“No!” I covered my face feeling how red it was getting. He grabbed my hands instantly and pinned them down beside my head. I squeezed my eyes shut already wanting to disappear from beneath him.

“Is it some kink you have? Hmm?”

“I'm gonna kill you.” I whimpered.

“Aww c'mon princess. Dad-daddy wants to-” he couldn't even finish his taunt without bursting into laughter.

I groaned and tried to kick myself from under him but he only pressed into me harder. “Shut up! You're being a jerk! I-i don't even know if I like it!” I semi lied.

His laughter died down slowly and he placed another heated kiss on my lips. “Hmm, that's too bad because i think i do.”

My eyes flew open just as he pulled off me, getting up and resuming his walk down the shore. I turned onto my stomach, looking at him in shock. Did he really say what i think he did? I scrambled to my feet and went after him. When i finally caught up my face was still flushed. “D-do you really?” I asked shyly.

He didn't say anything, only giving me a small wink. I cast my gaze downward and kept my mouth shut, afraid of what else would come out of this beach trip. He joined me in my silence, which wasn't terribly awkward but filled with a sexually tense curiosity. He shoved his hands in his pockets and i clutched onto his arm, getting close enough to set my head against his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind and slowed down his strides so i wouldn't trail behind. Even though tonight was a train wreck at the beginning i never thought that it would end with us walking along the beach under the moonlight.

His yawn broke our silence and i looked at the time on my phone. The sun was just beginning to taint the sky with hues of hazy purples and soft blues. We still had that long drive back and i was sure the both of us would spend the day sleeping. Im sure he wouldn't want to drive the extra bit over to his apartment. “Hey, do you just wanna crash at my place?” I asked.

He nodded, that adorable sleepy look crossing his face again. Guess he wasn't up defending his manhood and fuckboy ways this time. “How about i drive us home? I think i'm a little bit more awake that you are.”

“Sounds good. I'm ready to pass the fuck out.” He handed me the keys from his pocket as our long walk finally ended at his car. We got in and i started it up, finally pulling away from the hellhole. I relaxed my hand loosely on the gear shift as i drove. Out of the corner of my eye i could see Johnny already falling asleep. His hand was close to mine, his slender fingers looking perfect and angelic to me in the strangest way. The tip of his pinky edged against mine until they linked together. I smiled a little bit, feeling my whole body tingle with warmth. I was feeling too much like a teenager with a crush and this wasn’t making it any easier.

--

I unlocked the door to the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible. I wasn't sure if Quinn was here or asleep but i didn't want to be too loud. Johnny followed behind me shutting the door softly. I took his hand and guided him through the darkness until i reached my room. I turned on my desk lamp so the dim light didn't bother us too much. He was quick to get to my bed, craving its comfort.

“Do you need any pj's?” I asked.

He shook his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I sleep naked.”

I smirked and laughed a bit. “Of course you do. C'mon then, before you fall asleep in your jeans.”

He groaned and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Meanwhile i worked to toss off my skirt and panties, pulling off my halter top but leaving on Johnny's comfy flannel. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too obvious that i wanted to keep it on all night. When i turned my attention back to him, he was comfortably naked and still sitting on the edge of my bed. I stepped between his knees and pushed his hair back while he rested his head on my stomach. I dont know what prompted my memory but i suddenly remembered the cuts on his knuckles. “Oh! I should probably take care of that now.”

“Of what?”

“Your hand, duh. I'll be right back.” I pulled away from him and headed towards the door. It wasn't until i reached the bathroom that i truly caught the scent that seeped through the fabric and it smelled so good. I couldn't help but bring the collar to my nose and take in his cologne mixed with the mint of his cigarettes. Usually the smell of cigarettes wasn’t pleasant but for some reason it worked on him. Maybe it was just because the shirt mimicked how i loved the way he held me the past couple of times we hooked up. And after tonight i had the fairy tail idea implanted in my brain that he could protect me from any sort of evil i had to face again. It felt good.

Gathering my thoughts, i remembered why i had left my room and rummaged through the cabinet under the sink grabbing the few medical supplies we had. I thought to grab something from the freezer to ease the swelling. The light of the bathroom was just barely enough to guide me to the kitchen where i found an ice pack. I made my way back to my room, closing the door behind me with my foot. Johnny had risen from the bed and instead was in the corner of my room curiously examining my guitar. Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

He shot up quickly. “I just never noticed this before. You play?”

“Uh...y-yeah, a little. Well i guess a lot.”

“You're new at it or-?”

“I...i-um...i've been doing it since high school but I don't really talk about my music stuff. It's kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?”

I shrugged and looked down at my feet. “I'm not really talented or anything.”

He walked back over to the bed and sat down. “You in a band?” He asked deflecting my self degradation.

“Yeah, kinda. We practice and play some gigs.” I set myself between his knees again, laying out the tools i needed to patch him up beside me.

“Oh? What kind of music do you guys play?”

I winced at the question. “Well we...we kinda do um this thing called emo and metal cover night where we just play songs of that genre at this local club. That's why i said i'm not really talented or anything. We don't write our own songs, i can't make up lyrics, my voice isn't super good.”

“But you have fun?”

I nodded.

“Then that's all that fucking matters, dude. And i'm sure you're not as bad as you think. Could i come to one of your shows?”

I stared up at him, eyes as wide as saucers. “Y-you? Come see me??”

“Yeah? Don't your friends go to see you play?”

“Absolutely not. They don't know i do it.”

“What?! Why not? Why are you so embarrassed about it?”

I sighed. “Do you really want to hear me sing ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ to a group of 20 to 30 somethings that can't fill a bar?”

“Yes.” His quick answer was enough to make my face flush.

“Why?” I whispered.

“I don't think you should hide what you like. Maybe i want to listen to ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ in a grungy bar.”

I snorted. “Do you even know who that's by?”

“Listen, i had my emo phase when i was 14. Unlike you i grew out of it.” He teased. “Then towards the end of high school i grew my hair out really long and hung out with a bunch of skater kids that listened to screamo.”

“You with long hair?! How long?” I ripped open an alcohol pad and swiped it across his cuts making him hiss.

“Ah-um...past my shoulders.”

“Holy shit. I could never picture you with hair that long.”

“Trust me it was a mistake. I cut it all off like my second year of college.”

“Well thank god for that.” I added a few dabs of antibiotic ointment to the cuts. They were already starting to close just a bit, a good sign that they weren't too deep. I added some bandaids around his knuckles and fingers, mostly satisfied with my handiwork. “Do you want the ice pack?”

“Nah, i'm good. Tell me, do you have a little slutty nurse outfit to put on or are you just gonna wear my shirt all night.” he smirked.

I jumped a little at the mention of his shirt. “Do you, um, want it back?”

He shook his head and leaned back onto the bed. “You look good in it.” He mumbled.

“Ah…” i twiddled with the buttons on the oversized sleeves. We stood quiet for a moment while our eyes couldn’t decide if they wanted to deflect our gazes or meet them head on. I could see a hint of pink on his cheeks that he kept trying to hide.

“Anyway, guess i'll get to bed here.” I nodded and scooted back just a bit to gather up the medical supplies. I tossed out the garbage and made my way to my bed, crawling in beneath the covers. Johnny laid beside me, his side of the covers tossed across his waist. A part of me was already wishing that he would hold me as this was basically the second time he would be staying in my bed. I wanted that feeling of him against me but maybe cuddling was way too personal. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire of my impending thoughts of a crush. Still, maybe after tonight he would give way to similar thoughts. I inched myself closer to him until i pressed my cheek to his chest making him jump up.

“What are you doing?”

I pressed my lips to his briefly. “Just...laying down.”

“You have to be on top of me?”

I pulled away, stung by his words. “Oh...no. Sorry.” I retreated to my side of the bed, facing away from him. Of course i looked like the idiot now. Being shot down like that was a blow to the ego that i should've factored in. But my stupidity got the best of me. My room was covered in silence now, the small space between our bodies seeming as vast as an abyss and full of our awkwardness. I closed my eyes then as i tried to sleep, trying to forget. Sleep didn’t come easy though. It felt like hours passed by of me being awake though my body was screaming that it was tired. It was driving me insane and Johnny’s constant tossing and turning wasn’t helping at all. I was halfway tempted to make him sleep on the couch when i felt his arm wrap around my waist suddenly. He pulled me flush against him, our chests pressed together and his head settling atop mine. Now i was utterly confused at his hot and cold signals. He could be asleep and just having a dream but i wished that it didn't have to play with my emotions.

“Johnny?” I whispered, testing to see if he was actually asleep.

He left out a soft hum, partially acknowledging me. He didn't move away from me, only closer until my face was buried in his neck and i had no choice but to be surrounded by his warmth. His willingness to finally hold me almost made up for his earlier mixed signals. In this fraction of a moment of peace everything felt utterly perfect and I wanted to stay like this forever. He was still an asshole but I could see that underneath his fuckboy exterior he was actually a human being sometimes. I sighed contently as i wrapped my leg over his hips and clutched at his bicep. His hand shifted from my waist to beneath his shirt trailing up my spine and making me flinch away at the ticklish sensation. I felt the small laugh vibrate in his throat and i gave him a small tap on his shoulder. “Don’t tickle me.”

“I’m not.” He rasped. “You’re just sensitive right here.” His fingers drifted up and down my spine again making me squirm against him.

“You freaked out when i tried to lay on your chest earlier, what's with the change of heart?” I probed.

He stood quiet for so long i thought he had fallen asleep again. “Couldn't really get back to sleep. I figured maybe you might be able to help.”

“Help?” I scoffed. “Yeah, maybe i can conk you in the head and knock you out. You'll be asleep then.”

I saw a little smile tug at the corner of his lips. “I'm sure you'd love that. For now, just stay like this.”

I swallowed hard and twirled my finger in his necklace again. “Y-yeah...sure.”

“You feel good.” His words mimicked Lucas’ from a few days ago. I didn’t know how else to respond. I stood quiet, keeping my face hidden. He pressed my hips against him harder and i could feel exactly what he wanted, what he needed. “Help me fall asleep?”

“Slut.” I finally said, rolling my eyes. Of course that’s why he decided to hold me. He chuckled and looked down at me before placing a kiss to my lips.

“Can’t help it when im with you.”

I dug my nails into his skin, my body tensing at his words and the gentle way he was rocking his hips into my residual wetness. “You’re the..” I hummed softly when i felt him press into me. “A-ahh, Johnny wait…”

He eased me onto my back, rolling onto my body and wrapping my legs around him fully. “Can I-?”

“No.” I said sternly. “I’ll beat your ass.”

“The things I do for you, Eri. Why do you have to drive me so fucking insane.” He grabbed my chin and slipped my tongue into his hot mouth almost distracting me. I clutched at his shoulders until he pulled away, reaching down to fumble through his pockets.

“Me drive you insane?” Oh, if you only knew. “I could say the same about you, jerk.”

He rolled on the fresh rubber and settled inside me again. My mind drifted to the last time we were sleepy and begging to fuck. This time it seemed even gentler, his thrusts much slower and soft hums of pleasure tickling my ear. I closed my eyes and arched into his perfect frame, keeping it close as possible.

“I’m the one that should be in an asylum dealing with you.” I panted softly, trying to keep of my facade of not falling in love with the way he felt inside me.

His large hands caressed my forearms, sliding up until our hands intertwined. He squeezed them tight making my heart speed into overdrive. I heard it pumping in my ears as a overwhelming warmth crawled into every inch of my skin. I trembled just at the thought that was clawing at my brain. Please don’t tell me i’m falling in love with him.

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John/Eri Chat

(Day 1)

Hey i had a good time the other night. Ur not so bad lol

Johnny💕: Read

(Day 5)

Hey, havent heard from you in a bit

U ok?

John: Read

(Day 7)

?

Asshole: Read

(Day 11)

Ok…

Forget Him: Read