#so quinn just looks at it this time like 'hmm I know how to fix this' and yeet

[wolves-in-the-world]

"quinn throwing a book at eliot to snap him out of a freeze response and into fight" is SO much fun and I'm kind of sad there won't be more opportunities for that

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter Four

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

Warnings: Smut in this chapter!

Word Count: 14,245 😅

A/N: This took sooooo long I'm sorry you know life be gettin' in the way some times 😅 Anyway I wanted to also mention this is sort of a slow burn type of story.

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Avenger Lane

Chapter Four: I Can Fix That

“I want you to know I’m trying Y/N. I’m working on myself, I promise.” 

“Quinn, we left the city because of your jealousy issues.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll work harder on it.”

“Please do so because so far I’m making friends and I wanna keep them.”

“I know.” She whispered, this was something Quinn loathed about herself. This jealousy she harbors. It comes from her father. She absolutely knows it stems from him. “I’ll be better, I promise. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You open your arms and she cuddles into you. The past year has been rough on you both. Here’s to hoping this year will be better.

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You were just starting to wake when you noticed the weight on top of you.

Blinking your eyes open you feel Quinn rocking against you.

“Hmm, morning baby.” You sleepily smirked stretching before grazing your fingers against her ass.

“Morning,...Daddy.” 

You couldn’t help it, you snorted and began laughing. She tried so hard. She knows this is your kink, and unfortunately for you. She's not into it. 

The first time you ever brought in your kink was on Father’s Day years ago. You had her bent over ass up in the air when you said ‘That’s it baby girl take l daddy’s cock.’ 

She sat up so fast turning around only to shove you off of her. ‘Nope we’re not doing that.’ She kinked her brow in anger and disgust. 

“Y/N!” She slapped your chest trying to get off of you but you held her in place.

“I’m sorry Q it’s just you’re not into that.” You grinned.

“Maybe not, but you are, and I wanna be able to…”

“To what baby?” You say bringing her attention back to you.

“I just we’ve had a rocking year-” You nod along. “Everything with Sersi, and my career…I guess I just feel like in my journey of bettering myself I should do more for you.” Quinn’s brows furrowed in concentration and she sniffled looking up quickly. She was struggling. “I-I..I must confess-” 

Your eyes soften as she gives you an inside signal you both came up with back in highschool. Anytime you both couldn’t say something that needed to be said you both would sing a bit of the infamous song …Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. It helped take out the nerves and let one another know whatever you were trying to confess was coming from the heart. It also helped that this particular song was one of your songs as a couple. 

“I still believe!” You sit up holding her close.

“Still believe!” She sings back, hooking her arms around your neck.

“When I'm not with you I lose my mind! Give me a sign! Hit me baby one more time!” you both giggled into each other's neck after singing together. A decade together and the song still works.

“Come on baby, you know you can always talk to me. Hit me baby.”

“I read your song that you wrote… I went in your music room to put your ukulele back after Fin took it, and your notebook was just sitting there. Wide open and I know, I shouldn’t have read it. It was innocent, you know?” She sniffled. “I thought maybe it was just a love song. Little did I know it was a song about how I was failing you.”

“Qui-”

“No baby I shouldn’t have read it, but I’m kind of glad I did. It gave me the slap I needed. The lyrics specifically I’ve been thinking of over and over again for months.”

“What song baby?”

“My love why do you run?

For my hands hold no guns.

Darling, though you may pretend.

Pretend that you are selfless.

You break with but the slightest bend.

It leaves you lost and helpless.”

“Quinn-”

“You were right on the money. You deserve so much better than me Y/N.” She sniffled tears now free falling down her cheeks. “I want to be the wife you deserve.” 

“I think you’re pretty amazing already.”

“Please don’t say anything Y/N. Just let me do better okay?” Quinn gramaced, shaking her head.

“Okay Quinn.” You say softly, wiping her tears. “But maybe let's not go the daddy route.”

“But that’s what you secretly want to be called!” She whined.

“But I know you’re grossed out by it and now it’s not what I want from you.”

“I’m sorry.” Quinn sighed disappointed. “I shouldn’t have kinked-shamed you all those years ago. That wasn’t fair. Is there something else you’d want to try?” She asks hopeful.

“No nothing I can think of…Except maybe a threesome with you and Zoë Kravitz.” You chuckled only for her to slap you.

“I’m serious.” She whined.

“So am I; I’m good baby.” You smirk. “I just need you.”

“Okay.” She said softly leaning into your touch. Quinn hardly ever got this way. It made you believe your conversation last night. She really is trying to do better, to be better. It warms your heart. It’s giving you hope. 

“Mama! papa!” You hear Finley knocking on the door.

You both chuckled getting up and putting on clothes. You opened the door once you were both dressed.

“Hi Fin.” You say seeing your daughter in her pajamas Ollie next to her with her teddy under her arm.

“Hi papa.” She beamed as Quinn bent down to lift her up.

“What are you doing up so early?” The blonde smiled, kissing her cheek.

“You hungry Finny?”

The toddler hummed, nodding.

Soon you and Quinn were cooking breakfast.

“Should we wake Beth? She usually gets up in another hour or so.”

“Y/N we both know she inherited my need to sleep in gene. I’ll save her a plate so she can heat it up later. Are you going to the gym soon? 

“I was thinking about it.” You admit flipping the omelet over.

“You know there’s this day in between working out called a rest day you should really think about trying it.” She smirked, wrapping her arms around you as she cuddled into your back.

You chuckled, moving an omelet to the plate, fixing it up before setting it on the side. Turning in place you kiss Quinn on her temple. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Stay home this morning? Maybe after breakfast we can finish what I was trying to start this morning. I can give you a real workout.”

“I do remember you being very-“ you looked over at your daughter who was too busy eating her scramble eggs to notice. “Naughty.” You smirked, squeezing her ass.

“Hmhm… I need my wusband to show me how to be a good wife.” She moved closer into you, smirking as she felt you twitch against her. “Breakfast first, fun after.” She whispered near your ear. You cleared your throat trying to calm your sexual desires.

You sat down to eat only to have her sit on your lap. You looked at her surprised.

“We used to eat this way all the time.” She shrugged before taking a bite.

“Hmm you are very needy this morning.” You chuckled only for her to slap your arm.

You both chatted away as you ate it almost felt like you two were teens again. 

You nod towards your toddler and pat your wife’s thigh. 

“Oh my baby.” She cooed standing up. Finley’s head was drooping as she started falling asleep. Quinn stood, gently wiped her face and hands before lifting her up. She walked to the living room placing her on the sofa with her blanket and stuffed animal.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You hear her say.

You look up with a smile just as Beth walks in.

“Morning Princess, guess you didn’t feel the pea and slept the night away.” You smiled at her; standing up to heat up her plate. She smiled still in a sleepy state. She looks like Quinn when she wakes up.

Within a minute you set her plate down and Quinn set a glass of orange juice next to the plate.

“Thank you.” Beth says softly as you both kiss either side of her head. “Mom, can I watch cartoons?” 

“Sure hon.”

Beth places her tablet on the table turning on The Power Puff Girls. 

You feel your wife wrap her arms around your waist as you do the little bit of dishes in the sink.

“You made breakfast I should clean.” She mumbled.

“By all means.” You snorted as she shook her head.

You chuckled going back to washing.

“I love you.” She sighed, still holding you as you placed the wet dish on the rack to dry.

“I love you too.” You smile turning around. “What is up with you this morning baby?” 

“I had a dream…” She says softly.

“Nightmare?” You asked kinking your brow.

“Something like that.” She whispers.

“Well I am right here my darling.” You grinned, squeezing her a little tighter.

“Your Papa and I are going to take a nap Beth. Call us if you need anything.”

“Okay.” She says before taking another bite.

You look at your wife in surprise as she begins to lead you upstairs.

She shuts the door locking it before turning towards you. Quinn, pushes you down as she straddles you bringing you in a heated kiss. 

“Hmm.” You hummed feeling her grind down on your hardening member.

“I’m so wet for you baby.” She husks. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me.” She moans taking off her shirt, arching her breasts in your face.

“Quinn.” You groan out into her breasts. 

“Get inside me.” She husked reaching between your bodies only to rub your hardened member against her soaked pussy.

“Fuuck” you groaned, feeling her walls clamp down around you.

“You still fill me up so well.” She sighed, before rocking back and forth.

“Yeah?” You say gripping her ass cheeks before slapping a cheek.

“Hmm.” She hummed, picking up her pace.

“That’s it baby faster.” You say slapping her cheek once more.

“Fucking pound me then.” She smirks getting off of you.

You grab a throw pillow and hand it to her.

“You better hold on tight.” You chuckled, slapping her ass as she bent over the bed holding on to the pillow. You grab her hips bringing her right where you want her causing her to yelp. “Don’t be too loud now don’t want the girls to hear their mommy getting her ass pounded.”

She chuckles darkly, throwing her head back meeting your lips in a kiss. You don’t even have to guide your cock in her hole. You both have done this song and dance so many times it’s like your bodies have memorized and mapped every inch of yourselves.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Quinn grits as she adjusts.

You wait for her signal to continue, you sigh as she pushes her ass out into you effectively giving you the signal.

You grip her hip tightly with one hand and push against her back with the other before pounding into her with as much force and speed you can muster.

She gasps out before biting the pillow letting the cotton soak in her moans.

The sight of Quinn struggling to hold in her moans spurred you on. You were determined for her to break. For one sound to peep out of her muffled moans against the pillow. 

“Fuck I’m about to cum.” She gasps for air.

You wrapped your arms around her before pressing yourself flush against her now pink and sweaty body thrusting with gusto.

“Oh fuuuuck.” You both groan into one another's mouths. You bite down on her shoulder letting your seed shoot into her. 

You gently peel yourself off of her grunting as you lightly hump her pussy. You can feel her heat twitching along your cock milking you. You slowly pull out your now flaccid meat.

“Hmm look at that.” You smile lazily slapping her ass that now had a combination of your jizz and her sweet juices seeping out.

“Fuck that was so good,” She sighed shakily standing up walking over to the bathroom.

You grinned, taking off the soaked sheets and placing fresh sheets down. You jumped in bed laying down with a sigh. This is the life you thought to yourself. A hot sexy wife that loves being dicked down by you. A big beautiful home with cool neighbors, and two beautiful daughters. You grinned with your eyes closed feeling a dip in the bed and your wife cuddling up to you. She kisses your cheek and you kiss her lips before you both drift off to into a sex nap.

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You carefully kissed Quinn’s temple before gently removing yourself from her hold. You left a trail of kisses down her spine. Feeling goosebumps rise on her skin, you cover her with the sheet quietly getting out of bed. You put on your old construction clothes and boots before heading downstairs. You see Beth who is now doing some arts and crafts on the coffee table watching a Disney show.

“Whatcha doin kiddo?”

“I’m making the longest scoubiedou ever.”

“I believe in you.” You grinned pecking her head.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna go build some raised beds so we can plant stuff tomorrow.”

“Really?” Beth asked her tone showed her interest.

“Hmhm.” You say putting on your boots you see Finley sucking her thumb. You gently take her thumb out.

“Did I do that too when I was a baby?” Beth asked.

“Nope you never sucked your thumb. You were always a very chill baby. Don’t get me wrong there were nights that I felt you would never stop crying, but you were always very quiet. Especially when you would hear us sing to you.”

Beth smiled fondly before going back to her crafting.

“I’ll be out back, princess.”

“Okay dad.” She nodded.

You grabbed your tool box before heading outside. You turned on your Bluetooth speaker and began playing some music before you began sawing off bits and pieces. You already know what needs to be done. You’ve done this so many times you could build them in your sleep. 

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Meanwhile at the Romanoff residence Natasha had Laura and Wanda over so they could all catch up and hear about Laura’s trip back home.

“Do you hear that?” Laura furrowed her brows as they all could hear hammering and sawing every once in a while,

“Sounds like a neighbor is building something.” Wanda grinned.

“Well I know for damn sure it’s not Strange.” Laura cackled.

“That man wouldn’t even know what a hammer looks like.” Natasha scoffed. “It must be Y/N.” She stood looking out back. She could see you hammering away. You stopped for a second using your bandanna to wipe the sweat from your brow. “Ready to go swimming?” 

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You were now working on another raised bed when you heard laughter. You turned to see your neighbors setting up by Natasha’s pool. You quickly looked away when the women took their coverups off. 

Natasha laid down against her lounge chair when she looked back over towards you. She lowered her glasses, watching you take your button up Jean shirt off leaving you in a white tank. She squeezed her thighs together, noticing the way your arms flexed as you sawed a piece of wood off. She crossed her legs as you began hammering away once again.

“Subtle Nat.” Laura smirked.

“Subtle about what?” Wanda asked, walking outside with three mixed drinks.

“Nat is practically drooling! Watching our new neighbor.” Laura laughed.

“Oh yeah Nat has the biggest crush on Y/N.” Wanda giggled.

“I do not.” Natasha huffed sipping her drink.

“Surrre you don’t.” Wanda chortled before sipping her drink.

“She is easy on the eyes.” Laura poked the redhead.

“Oh she’s totally hot. She’s giving me Noah Calhoun vibes for sure. For sure.” Wanda gushed. 

“Not The Notebook again.” Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m getting more of a Sam vibe from Holes.”

“Noah loved her after all that time!” Wanda huffed. “He built them a home!”

“He built them a home after not having her for like a decade. Sam loved Kate and Kate loved Sam.”

“Still romantic.” Wanda shook her head.

“Or obsessive?”

“What do you think Nat?” Wanda asked, Natasha was too busy watching you.

“Oh I think she’s thinking of Noah/Sam over there.” Laura snickered, taking a sip from her cocktail.

“Stop.” Natasha groaned.

“Hey Y/N!” Wanda shouted with a wave.

“Wanda.” Natasha hissed.

You turned from your spot seeing three women laying by the pool.

You chuckled standing up walking over; leaning over the fence between yours and Natasha’s property line.

“Ladies.” You smirked.

The three women stood walking over to you.

“Y/N this is Laura Barton, she lives across the street from me with her husband Clint.” Natasha introduced the brunette.

“Nice meeting you neighbor.” You smiled, shaking her hand.

“Likewise!” She smiled.

“Wanna join us?” Wanda smirked, sipping her drink.

“That does look tasty.” You say eyeing her drink ignoring the way her nipples were erect through her red bikini.

“Here, have mine. I'm more of a beer girl anyways.” Laura winked handing you her glass before walking towards Natasha’s cooler near the back door.

“Thanks.” You chuckled before taking a sip. “Oooh I am loving this. What is this?” You asked practically drinking the whole glass.

“It���s pretty hot out here, maybe I should get you some water?” Natasha asked, seeing beads of sweat around your neck and face.

“That’s alright I got it in my pocket.” You chuckled, showing her a special tool belt with a place for your water… or really for your beers. 

“So Noah Calhoun, wanna put this work aside and come swim with us?” Wanda grinned.

“Noah Calhoun?” You repeat tilting your head with a crinkle in your brow.

“The Notebook! Y/N how could you not know that!?” Wanda shook her head.

“Yeah Y/N how could you.” Natasha teased.

“Ah right of course how could I not know who he is… Who is he again?”

Natasha laughed as Laura joined in once again. 

“I think you’re a Noah, but Laura is getting a Sam vibe.” Wanda grinned.

“Sam?” you chuckled tilting your head.

“The sweet onion farmer on Holes!” Laura smiled.

“Oh my gosh I love that movie!” You laughed before broodingly saying “I can fix that.”

Natasha released a puff of air before gulping. She didn’t know what movie they were talking about, but now she has to watch it.

“Nat what do you think, Sam or Noah?” Wanda smirked.

“I’ve never seen the Notebook, or Holes.” Nat admits.

“I think we’re going to have to watch it at some point now.” Wanda smirked.

“Oof, I’m not a big romance movie type.” You cringed while taking another sip.

“That’s a very Noah Calhoun thing to say.” Wanda commented.

“Okay tell me about this Noah character.”

“Join us in the pool and I’ll tell you.” Wanda sang as she moved away towards the pool.

“You’re terrible, I have to finish this today.” You chuckled.

“Says who?” Laura huffed.

“Me.” You chuckled. “I wanted to have it done by tomorrow morning.”

“Why?” Natasha asked, still standing near the fence.

“Well Q and I wanted to plant everything with the girls tomorrow.”

“That’s really sweet.” Natasha smiled.

“And you say you don’t like Romance movies. That’s romantic.” Wanda said, laying on a pool floatie.

“Being sweaty and dealing with dirt doesn’t scream romance to me.” You furrowed your brows.

“You’re building raised beds so you can have a family bonding time.” Laura explained. “If Clint did that I would take him away for a weekend.” She laughed.

“Right? I would die if Vis did that for me and the boys. He’s not an outdoorsy kind of gentleman.” Wanda explained before sipping her drink.

“What about Bruce?” You always forget Natasha is married.

The redhead was about to reply when Laura and Wanda bursted out laughing at the mere thought of Bruce doing anything for Natasha.

“What’s so funny?” You furrow your brows feeling defensive on Natasha’s behalf. You didn’t miss the subtle way she shifted and looked away at their laughter. 

Natasha shook her head towards you as her friends fell in the pool laughing. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?” You asked softly.

She opened her mouth to reply when your back sliding door opened. You both look over seeing your mini-me walk out in overalls, a tiny cap and boots her uncle got her.

“Oh my gosh!” Natasha squealed covering her mouth. “She’s so freaking cute!”

Quinn and Beth stepped out behind her as they videoed your daughter.

“Bob the builder papa!” Finley cheered; holding up her toy hammer.

“Can he fix it?!” You shouted.

“Yes he can!” Finley jumped holding her hammer in the air.

“Oh my God, the cutest little baby ever!” Wanda gushed.

“She and Nate need a playdate!” Laura gasped.

You chuckled as Finley ran into your arms giggling. 

“Papa, look I help, I help too!” She nodded excitedly before seeing Natasha. “Natty!” She smiled pointing at her with her hammer.

“Hi Finny!” The redhead smiled.

“This doesn’t look like building a raised garden bed to me.” Quinn kinked her brow at you with a smirk.

“I was but then these jabroni’s were trying to make me drink and relax in the pool!” You chuckled; shifting Finley, who was busy laughing at Natasha’s funny faces.

“I was thinking about going to the store with Britt, her and Santana’s anniversary is tomorrow.” She wanted to go to the store. 

“Ahh.” You smirked. “Have fun.” You couldn’t wait for tonight. Anytime Quinn went to the store with Brittany or Santana she would come back with a lil somethin’, somethin’ for you.

“You should join them, it's hot.” Quinn said softly wiping the sheen of sweat on your brow. The blonde was always very domestic towards you, but if she felt another woman even looking at you the wrong way she lays it on a little thick. Making sure everyone knows your hers.

“I got the girls now.” You say smiling at Finley giggling as Natasha tickles her.

“Y/N they can come in the pool too.” Natasha huffed.

“Pool?” Finley’s eyes widened as the Russian beauty moved over to show Finley the pool. The toddler gasped. “Papa; swim!” She whined dropping her hammer.

“Oh come on Fin you don’t wanna build stuff with your papa?” You grinned hearing Beth laugh picking up the hammer.

The toddler began squirming in your arms before making grabby hands at Natasha.

The redheaded woman laughed, taking the toddler in her arms. 

“Natty! Swim!” Finley pointed.

“Fin we have to change into a bathing suit first.” Quinn smiled.

“Mama, I swim now!” Finley huffed.

“Let me get rid of the boozers.” Natasha winked as she handed Quinn, Finley before walking over to a giggling mess that is Wanda and Laura.

“What the hell are you two hens giggling about?” Natasha asked.

“Pretty sure Noah’s wife knows you’re crushing on Noah.” Wanda cackled lowly.

“I don’t blame her one bit, I would do the same.” Laura shrugged. “A spouse who is handy around the house and yard, loves spending time and taking care of their kids. I’m sure she cooks and cleans too.” Laura shook her head wishing Clint would do a damn dish for once.

“Ooh she does! I saw her vacuuming under the couch and the cushions!” Wanda nodded excitedly.

“Whoa.” Laura muttered.

“Oh stop it!” Natasha smacked them.

“Let me get a few pictures in this outfit with your daddy and then we’ll change into your bathing suit.” Quinn explained as she walked with Finley to the area you were working.

“Can I help?” Beth smiled walking up to you.

“Of course Princess!” You grinned. “Look at me with 3 beautiful helpers.” You smirked.

“Y/N!” Quinn yelled as you smacked her ass.

“Ew.” Beth crinkled her brows before kneeling next to Finley.

“Alright girls see where I marked a dot? That’s where the nail needs to go.”

“Ohhhh.” Finley nodded. 

“Can I?” Beth asked, holding the nail in place.

“Of course. Just remember what I taught you.”

“Be careful Beth.” Quinn warned.

The small blonde nodded, biting her tongue as she focused before hammering the nail down.

“Yayy Bethy!” Finley cheered.

“Your turn Fin.” Beth smiled, bringing Finley in front of her. Quinn looked at you squeezing your hand before turning back to your daughters. Beth placed Finley’s hands in her hands guiding her with the hammer and nail.

“I did it!” Finley cheered.

“Yayyy!” You all three cheered.

“You wanna keep doing this with papa or do you wanna go swimming?” 

Finley scrunched her brows together contemplating her options. She jumped up whispering in Beth’s ear. The blonde whispered back with a smile.

Finley stood back with a smile. “Swim!”

“Of course you do.” You muttered putting the hammer down.

“Oh don’t be so mopey you get to swim too.” Quinn teased.

“Hmm but daddy wants to swim with mommy.” You muttered standing up.

“Beth, take your sister and go change okay?” Quinn smiled as they cheered and ran inside. “You are terrible.” She said looking up at you before she took your hand and let you help her up.

“What? Can you blame me after the last time we were in a pool?”

“I distinctly remember getting a UTI.” She raised her brow; as she hooked her arms around your neck. 

“I distinctly remember you saying it was worth it.”

“Nope.” She laughed, shaking her head as you bowed your head down to kiss her lips.

Meanwhile next door in the pool.

“You know we are mothers we can handle-” Laura hiccups. “-a couple kids.”

“Nat, just wants some alone time with Y/N.” Wanda giggles holding a towel around her shoulders.

“No, I just don’t want two tipsy hens around two little girls.” Natasha kinked her brow as she took out a bag of toys she kept around for moments like this.

“Hmhm.” Laura hummed.

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30 minutes later your wife was being picked up by Brittany and you and the girls were making your way to Natasha’s pool.

“Natty!” Finley squealed as you entered her backyard.

“Hi!” Natasha waved towards the toddler.

“Hey Nat you remember Beth, Princess this is Nat.”

“Thanks for baking us those cookies.” Beth smiles.

“Oh of course no problem at all. I have snacks right on the table and the toys are already in the pool. Oh and jumping in is totally allowed ” The redhead winked. 

Beth laughed before running and jumping in the pool.

“Papa, swim now?” Finley whined, tugging your ear.

“Yessssss.” You whine back. “That’s all she’s been saying.” 

Natasha chuckles as you set everything down including Finley. Holding the toddler by her tiny life vest as she tried to run into the pool.

“I jump too!” Finley shouted trying to get out of your grasp. Truthfully Finley knows how to swim. Her grandparents taught her not too long ago, but you still would rather be in the water with her if she wants to jump in.

“Here I’ll hold on to her.” Natasha smirked, as your toddlers grunting and whining came to a stop.

You’re not sure what Natasha did, you were too busy taking off your tank and slides. You could hear Finley’s evil laugh when you turned only to be hit in the face with water.

The three girls were laughing.

“Good girl Finley perfect aim.” Natasha smirked. 

“I’m so getting you for that later.” You chuckled, taking your toddler's hand walking her over to the pool stairs.

Natasha smiled warmly watching you with your daughters. You and Beth were laughing at Finley’s eagerness to swim. She had tested the waters on the first step and then jumped in swimming to Beth.

“Natty swim!” Finley beamed from your back.

Natasha took off her cover up revealing her bikini. You tried not to stare at how ridiculously good she looked. 

“Natty!” 

“Oof” Your baby kicked you as she swam away towards the ginger who smiled sweetly at the girl she brought in her arms.

“You’re such a great swimmer, Fin.”

Finley was too busy playing with Natasha’s red hair lightly dipping it in the water then looking at the color change.

“What should you say, Fin?” Beth asked swimmingly towards you.

“Tank you, Natty.” Finley smiled shyly.

“You're welcome!” Natasha smiled back squeezing her a bit.

“Thank you by the way. For letting us be in here.” You chuckled, forgetting your manners.

“Oh no need to thank me. Beth is having a blast.” She nodded towards your oldest who was too busy swimming underwater picking up toys she threw in. “Besides, this one is quickly stealing my heart.” She smiles down at Finley who smiles back. “Where did Quinn go?”

“Oh she went shopping with our friend Brittany.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a week yet, but how are you guys liking it out here?”

“Honestly I’m loving it. Don’t get me wrong I do miss the city, but it’s not too far away, and I do love all the space we have out here. Thor and Val’s gym is down the road. She actually invited Q and I over for dinner.”

“Oh nice!” Natasha nodded.

“Quinn is super excited we don’t have too many lesbian couple friends. Just Britt and Santana, all the others are gay men.” You chuckled.

“You’re gonna love Carol and Val, they're crazy.” Natasha laughs. “You still have so many people to meet. Clint and his family are back and I’m pretty sure the Starks will be back tomorrow. I feel like you and Tony are going to hit it off. Most people either hate Tony or love him; there is no in between.”

You chortled as you kicked your legs in the water.

When you felt a burst of water on your face. You looked over to see Beth giggling.

“Haha so funny get over here you little gargoyle.” You say swimming after her. She let out a squeal as you grabbed her and threw her up in the air back into the water.

“Me too papa me too!” Finley whined.

Natasha moved her to the shallow end before lifting her up and gently dropping her in the water before pulling her right back up.

“Again again! Look papa! Look sister!” Finley giggled.

Beth climbed up on your shoulders cheering as Finley dropped into the water and popped right back up with the help of her best and Natasha of course. “Yayyy Finny!” 

“Are you thirsty?” You ask Beth looking up.

“There’s water and juice in the cooler.” Natasha winked.

“I’ll go get them.” Beth said getting out of the pool.

Soon Beth was carrying a few bottles of water handing one to you and Natasha before sharing one with Finley.

“You’re a thirsty little guppy.” Natasha chuckled seeing Finley gulping the water down before gasping for air.

“Natty can I have snacks?” Finley asked, pointing to the tray on the table.

“Of course you want some watermelon?” She asked the toddler.

“Yes pwease.” She said with a nod.

“I’ll get it.” You say getting out of the water. You grab some bowls placing the watermelon Natasha had cut up in each bowl.

You sit down in the water handing Natsha a bowl and taking Fin. You set a bowl aside for Beth who swam up, and you began feeding Finley.

“No papa, I do it.” She shook her head, taking the fork from you.

“She is something.” Natasha giggled.

“Tell me about it.” Beth rolled her eyes playfully.

You chuckled, taking a piece for yourself.

“No papa, I feed you!” Finley huffed.

“Oh okay.” You nodded with a chuckle as she made airplane noises plopping a piece of watermelon in your mouth.

“Hmm.” Finley hummed, nodding with you as you both chew.

You hear Beth and Natasha giggle.

“Are they this way all the time?” Natasha asks Beth.

“Constantly-” She shakes her head as if exhausted, “-but grandma says I’m mom's mini me.” She blushed.

“Oh yes, very beautiful just like your mother.” Natasha smiled sweetly.

“Thank you.” Beth blushed with a shy smile before swimming away.

“Can I ask you something?” Natasha asked softly as you both watched Finley swim towards Beth.

“Hm?” You hummed.

“What was it like? When you found out you were having Beth? I know you were really young and I understand if you don’t want to talk about-”

“It’s okay.” You touch her hand. “We were only 16… We had been secretly dating for a year. Finn was her beard, he understood that Quinn needed an alibi for her father. He was a very religious and strict man.”

“Ah I see..” Natasha nods looking at her feet in the water.

“I’m not bragging but she was head Cheerio.”

“Head cheerio? I’m assuming head cheerleader?”

“Nope.” You shake your head.

“No?”

“Nope Cheerio. You see they weren’t just any cheerleaders. They were National repeat champions. Quinn was on the cover of one the magazine cheerleader. Anyway she just had a reputation to protect. I agreed to it.”

“Ohh.”

“The only people who knew about us was glee club. I remember the night she came to my house. It was the first time we decided to, well you know. When I found out she was pregnant I was so terrified.”

“Of course you were.” Natasha said, taking your hand.

“I was terrified at the thought of being a parent when I was still a kid myself. I was scared that my future was gone, but most of all I was scared of seeing the disappointment on my parents' faces.”

“What did both of your parents say?”

“Well Quinn’s father found out when he threw a small dinner with him and Phillip Avery. Phillip wasn’t the problem, but his daughter Gabrielle was. She always hated Quinn, and well she outed Quinn, and told Quinn’s father that she was pregnant with my baby. Her father lost it. He kicked her out of the house. Luckily Finn was by her side and brought her straight to me. That’s when I had to tell my parents. When I told them, my mother cried for days, and my father wouldn’t even look at me. It wasn’t until Quinn and I went to the ultrasound appointment and brought back pictures and a video that they talked to me. After that they weren’t as disappointed in me anymore, and slowly things got better.”

“That’s terrible that her parents kicked her out.” Natsha sighed.

“Yeah but it was sort of a blessing in disguise. Her mother eventually kicked her father out and divorced him.”

“That’s good, but still you were both 16 that’s so much to take on.”

“What were you like at 16?” You smiled trying to picture her.

Natasha sighed softly thinking back.

“I’m sorry you don’t have-“

“No it’s okay.” Natasha shook her head. “You know how I told you I’m from Russia?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Well my family immigrated over here illegally in the beginning. I came home one day to find that they had been deported back to Russia. I was all alone by myself.”

“What did you do?” You gasp.

“Well luckily my parents had enough time to write me a letter and left me money. I ended up staying with Wanda and her brother. Their parents were deported the same day. Luckily Wanda’s father had purchased his home. So we all had a place to stay, but it was really hard for so long until we got into college. Wanda and her brother got a scholarship and I ended up being noticed by a modeling agent so we all eventually became citizens.” She leaves out the part that technically she isn’t one yet but she will be in 6 months.

“Wow.” You say, shaking your head. “That’s fucking terrible. To be 16 come home only to find your family was taken away?”

“Yeah it was rough for a while.”

“But now you’re here and Wanda is just a house down.” You grinned.

“Yup.” Natasha chuckled.

“What about your family though? What happened to them?”

“Well my mom and dad ended up living outside of St. Petersburg. They have a beautiful little pig farm and Yelena came down on a student visa. I’ve been slowly working on my parents immigration status though. My sister is sponsored by me and the school, but my parents need more time to become citizens.” 

“Damn Nat, that's a lot to go through.”

“So is having a baby.” She smirked, nodding towards a giggling Beth who currently had Finley on her back.

“We got through it.” You chuckled bringing her in a side hug. 

Natasha hugged you back wondering if she should tell you the rest of her story. Only a handful of people knew about her and Bruce’s deal. They were too scared of the law finding out. She didn’t want to put you at risk so she shoos the thought away; until you asked. 

“How did you meet Bruce?”

“I was in a cafe feeling sorry for myself, and he walked up.”

“And then?” You chuckled spurring her on.

“He handed me some tissues and asked if he could join me. We ended up talking all day and then he asked me out on a date.” Natasha says shyly, biting her lip. She’s hoping that’s all you’ll press her for.

“That’s sweet.” You nodded with a kind smile.

“Did you ever date anyone other than Quinn?” Natasha asks, turning the conversation back to you.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Wow, so she’s your first everything then?”

“Hmhm.” You hummed with a nod.

“Hey cutie.” Quinn grinned sexily. She’s donning her long rain coat, her nails were freshly done, which means she’s in lingerie under there.

“Whoa, hello mama.” You smirked as you quickly jumped out of the water.

“Santana and Brittany are taking the kids out for the rest of the day and night.”

“So we’ll have Arlo tomorrow?”

“That’s the plan.” She leaned in to kiss you but your cheek was still wet so she used her fingers. She turned towards Natasha. “Thank you for letting them do this. Very kind of you.” She said wiping your cheek with her coat.

“Oh no problem at all anytime.” Natasha says back.

“Mommy!” Finley yells from Natasha’s arms.

“Yes my love?” 

“Comere’!”

“No baby, it's time to get out.”

“No!” She snapped, shaking her head diving back into Natasha’s neck.

“Beth, Princess, come on out and get washed up please. Your Aunt’s are taking you guys out on a surprise tonight.”

Beth picked up all the toys cleaning up her and Finley’s mess.

“No Bethy stay!” Finley whined.

“Fin, don’t you wanna see Arlo?!” Beth asked as she packed up the toys they played with.

“Arlooooo!” She cheered.

“Come on, Fin we gotta get ready.” Beth smiled coming back for her little sister as Natasha got out of the pool with the toddler in her arms.

Beth wrapped Finley in a towel when Finley turned to Natasha kissing her cheek. “Tank you for swimmin’ with me.”

“You’re ever so welcome, sweet girl.”

Finley reached out for her older sister.

“Thanks again Nat.” Beth smiled holding up Finley.

“Honestly.” You grinned, handing her a towel. “It was really nice getting to know you even better.” 

“Same.” She smiled, wrapping the towel around her shoulders.

Quinn was helping the kids over the short fence.

Natasha sighed sadly watching you and your family shuffle in your home. She turned, grabbed the empty bowl of watermelon and began cleaning around. 

She was finishing up in the kitchen when her phone rang. Furrowing her brows seeing Bruce’s name appear.

“Bruce?” She answered the phone.

“Hey Tasha, my research up here is done, I come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, feeling slightly disappointed. She was sort of hoping she really wouldn’t have to see him until their inevitable divorce.

“If you’re uncomfortable I can maybe take an offer out in Antarctica.”

Natasha briefly considered saying yes, please go to that ice wasteland and get eaten by a polar bear, but alas she doesn’t. “I think I can survive having to be around you.”

“Okay.” He laughs.

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Soon you and the girls were freshly showered and Brittany is now driving away with your daughters and Quinn drags you back inside pushing you on the sofa before walking over to the stereo.

You adjusted yourself excitedly on the sofa. You couldn’t fight the giddy look across your face. Not only did you have fantastic sex that morning, but now your wife is about to give you a strip tease and most likely more sex. You had no idea what you did to deserve this, but you weren’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever the fuck that means.

Suddenly Partition by Beyoncé began playing.

Quinn turned taking off her coat belt; revealing what she was hiding beneath that trench coat.

“Hot damn…” You muttered as she dipped down to the beat; tastefully showing off her shoulders. The blonde slowly let the coat drop off her shoulders down to the ground. Revealing her brand new lavender lingerie set.

“Fuck me you’re so sexy.” You bit your lip; gripping the cushions as your wife smirked, dancing for you.

“this all for you, just walk my way

Just tell me how it's lookin' babe, just tell me how it's lookin' babe

I do this all for you baby just take aim”

You tug your shirt off in a desperate attempt to busy your hands and cool your body. Quinn straddled you, placing the rain coat belt over your head behind your neck. She used it to bring you towards her.

“Fuck Quinn.” You chuckled moaning as she tugged on your ear with her teeth. You placed your hands on her ass only for her to shove them back on the cushions. 

“No touching.” She smirked.

You grinned as she tugged your shorts down.

She turned in your lap grinding down against you. 

You threw your head back relaxing your arms as the blonde’s fingernails scratched your thighs. The head of your dick peaked out of the hole in your briefs.

“Always so hard for me.” Quinn husked.

“Always. You drive me crazy.”

“Show me.” Quinn smirked, turning around in your lap.

“Gladly.” You bit your lip as she used her finger to point down. You grinned slumping down to your back on the sofa as she sat on your tongue.

“Yesssss.” She breathed out gripping the back of the sofa as her juices began dripping down your face. 

“Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor”

You were lapping her up like a dog in heat. Her moans grew louder as you slid in two fingers.

Your tongue began spelling her name as she quivered above you. Rocking roughly into your face. You gripped her against you letting her ride out her wave.

“Ohhh fuck!” Quinn moaned, panting as she slumped against the sofa. You panted with a lazy grin looking up at her chest heaving. She reached down, wiping your face with her fingers. She got off of you and you sat back up.

“Driver roll up the partition please”

She brought your meat in her mouth without even touching you.

“Ohhh wow.” You sighed holding her hair up for her.

“Driver roll up the partition please”

Your toes curl feeling Quinn swallow you whole.

“I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club”

The blonde let you go gasping for air.

“Fuck let me inside.” You groaned as she slapped your hands away.

“No touching.” Quinn smiles, kissing you before turning around lining herself up with your dick.

You watched as her ass twerked against your member. “That feels so fucking good baby. So good. Just like that.” You moaned.

“You like the way your wife takes care of you.” She husked.

“Yes.” You reply too focused on the sensation of her heat gliding up and down.

Quinn gripped your balls lightly.

“Ohh fuuck I’m gonna-”

“You better not Y/N.” Quinn chided.

“But you feel so good baby I’m so close.”

“You better wait for me.” She warned.

You couldn’t not touch her anymore. Your arms instantly wrapped around her holding her against you.

“No touching.” She said.

“Either I get to hold you or I cum; you can’t have both.” You chuckled, kissing her neck feeling her relax against your touch. She took one of your hands guiding it between her legs. Your fingers began their circular motions as she began teetering on the edge.

“Now can I cum with you.” You smirked against her shoulder before biting it.

“Fuck yes oh fuck baby!” She moaned as you both met in a familiar rhythm. 

“That’s it, Quinn take my seed.” You grunted pushing into her one final time.

You both panted as you came down. Quinn lifted herself off of you and walked away.

“Where are you going?” You asked furrowing your brows.

“Bathroom; have to pee.” She muttered going into the half bath.

For a moment you wondered if you had done something wrong, but a few minutes later she was running into your arms like nothing happened.

“Let's go out tonight.” You say pushing her hair back.

“Spontaneous date night? Seems a little backwards.” She smirked.

“Why not? Kids are out at a sleepover.” You shrug.

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You placed Ollie's bowl of food down next to his water when he came strolling in from the backyard.

“You always know when it’s dinner time, huh.” You chuckled as he went to the bowl of food.

You lean against the kitchen island when you notice Natasha getting a glass of wine in her own kitchen. Your breath hitches as she notices you. You keep still making it look as if you have been staring at your reflection fixing your hair and then your tie before placing your suit jacket on. 

“That was close.” You breathed out a sigh of relief once turned around. You swear you can still feel her eyes on you, but by the time you can find a reason to turn around she’s gone.

“You’re mommy takes forever sometimes.” You chuckled as Ollie looked up at you chewing his food.

“Mommy likes to look good.” You hear Quinn say from the top of the stairs. Wearing what you’re assuming is a new lavender velvet dress.

“Whoa.” You grinned, turning as your wife descended down the stairs. 

You helped her down the last step before kissing her cheek. “You look gorgeous Quinn.” You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Where are you taking me?” She smiled.

“You’ll see.” You grinned while opening the front door.

“Hmm.” She hummed giving you the look as she stepped over the threshold.

You close the door cursing when it doesn’t instantly lock. “Fucking Hammer tech peice of shit.” You grumble your breath as you lock the door. You look over, noticing Natasha reading on the patio. You waved when you caught her eye. She smiled and waved back watching you as you hurried to the passenger door of the car helping Quinn in. You slid across the hood jumping in the driver's seat. 

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You took Quinn to a new sushi spot in the area.

“This is so good.” The blonde hummed while eating a dumpling.

“Very.” You nodded along.

“So how was swimming? I didn’t get to ask you.” She chuckled.

“It was fun. Beth had a blast and Fin has really taken to Natasha.”

“You seem to have too, and I don’t mean that in a negative way.” Quinn gave you a pointed look.

“Yeah, I guess we’re more than neighbors, we're friends.” You chuckled. “You know she told me she’s from Russia when we first met, and yesterday she told me this terrible time when she was a teenager.”

“Go on, you know I love hot goss.” Quinn smirked.

“Well her family was deported while she was out. She was left all alone, Quinn. Can you believe that?”

“That’s terrible.” Quinn shook her head. “I could never leave our girls.” 

“Speaking of girls… Quinn?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her plate.

“I- well I was- I’ve been-“

“Hello all, just wanted to check in. How are we doing over here?” The waiter asked with a cheerful smile. “Need another drink or perhaps an appetizer?”

“No, we're fine thank you.” You smiled nodding.

“Okay.” He nodded before leaving.

“So what were you trying to say?” Quinn asked before eating a piece of sushi.

“Well I’ve been wanting a baby boy or baby in general, but-“

“Y/N, Fin is only 2 years old.” Quinn chuckled awkwardly.

“I know I was thinking maybe after the year is over, or we can just start now if you’d like?” You say taking her hand.

“Right now? Jeez Y/N.” Quinn chuckled once more, taking her hand back.

“I actually really wanted to plan this one.”

“Let’s put a pin in the 3rd baby talk for now.” Quinn smiled sweetly, taking your hands.

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“Which ones do you like for the front?” You asked, pointing towards the rows of flowers you thought would look good.

“Oooh I love them all! Ooh can we have these big elephant ear plants?”

“Sure but they might not fare well outside.” 

After some debate among what flowers go in the front you both began mapping out the backyard. Getting seeds that were ready to be planted for tomorrow.

“The girls are going to be so excited! I bet Arlo will too. I don't think Brittany and Santana have ever done something like this with him.”

“He’ll have fun.” You assure your wife as you pay for the goods.

“I just have to say you two are such a good looking couple.” The older woman at the counter smiles.

“Thank you.” Quinn blushed with a sweet smile.

“It’s all her.” You chuckled.

“If you wanna back your car up we can load it up for you.”

“Damn should’ve gone with the truck.” You smacked your lips.

“We can place a tarp down no problem.” A younger boy waved you off.

“Alright, thank you!”

Once all the materials are loaded you tip the boy before taking off towards the house.

Natasha looks up seeing you and Quinn backing up opening the garage.

You get out along with Quinn. When you hand her your suit jacket. “I’ll get the stuff out. Mind taking that inside.”

“Kurt will kill you if you get dirt on that suit.” Quinn chuckled.

“Eh he’s my Rachel Green he will always give me more clothes.” You joke.

“Speaking of Rachel, you wanna watch that new horror show she’s in before bed?” She asks.

‘Seeing Berry get slashed would be a dream.’

“Yeah sure.” You grit. “I'd better change first.” You say taking your suit jacket out of her hands.

You were ruminating on the way up the stairs, Ollie hot on your heels. ‘Why does she always have to find a way to bring up fucking Rachel Berry. I will never get rid of that hobbit.’ You huffed pulling roughly at your tie. Quickly shedding the clothes off and placing on some shorts and a shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asked, kinking her brow as she leaned against the panel of your closet.

“Nothings wrong.” You say in the chillest tone you could muster.

“Right.” She muttered before walking into her closet. 

You quickly walk out hearing her say.

“I don't know why you bother lying to me Y/N. I’m your wife. I can tell when you’re upset.”

You halted your steps before continuing downstairs. You walk out the garage door hearing it beep. 

“Fucking Hammer tech.” You tense your shoulders before turning around and putting your fist through the small panel of the wall.

“So this is probably a bad time.” Natasha chuckles, startling you.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry-“ you cringed at the embarrassment of it all.

“Don’t! I should apologize for showing up like this.” She walks up taking your hand looking over your knuckles checking if you needed stitches. “Wow, your hand is fine. I thought for sure you’d have a fracture or something.”

“I used to box a lot.” You say softly as she gently grazes your slightly calloused hand. You clear your throat, taking your hand gently away. “So what can I do for ya Nat?” You opened the trunk carefully taking out the plants. Natasha began helping as she spoke.

“Well I noticed you were in here and thought I’d invite you all over for dinner either tomorrow night or Sunday. I just got a call from Bruce earlier today. He’s coming home and well he’d love to meet you all.”

“Oh sure, it sounds nice. Tomorrow we’ll have our nephew with us. How about Sunday?”

“Sounds good.” She smiled. “Dinner at 6 sound good?” 

“Yup.” You nodded.

“So wanna talk about how upset you are? I know it’s not Hammer Tech that you’re pissed off at right now.”

You sighed, rubbing your head. “I’m just being an ass.” You shake your head.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” She said squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m- I think I’m just jealous.” You mutter leaning against the trunk of the car.

“About what?” She smiled.

“Ever heard of Rachel Berry?” 

“Uhh no should I have? The name sounds sort of familiar.” Natasha furrowed her brows.

“She’s this girl I went to school with who is pretty famous now. She’s more of a Broadway star but she’s been branching out.”

“Oh yeah you did have a huge collection of her stuff I think that’s where I remember her name.”

“I don’t, Quinn does.”

“Ohh.” Natasha nodded now understanding. “You think Quinn has a crush on her?”

“Yeah.” You nod reluctantly.

“Why don’t you bring it up?”

“I did once and she nearly made me sleep outside, and tonight I brought up wanting to try for another baby-“

“You want another baby?” Natasha asked, eyes widening.

“Yeah.” You smiled sweetly. “Anyway she freaked out and changed the subject.

“Maybe she doesn’t want another?” Natasha cringed.

“But-“

You both grew quiet as the door opened revealing Quinn.

“Was wondering where you ran off too.” She said leaning against the door frame. “Hello Natasha.” She says in the friendliest tone she could muster up.

“Hey Quinn, I was just inviting you guys to dinner on Sunday. Bruce will be back tomorrow and he’d love to meet you all.”

“Told her we’d be there.” You say before Quinn could decline.

She nodded. “Sounds good.” She was upset, it was evident, and Natasha knew she was just waiting for her to leave already.

“Well I better get back. Have a good rest of your night.” Natasha says holding her arm back from reaching out for you.

“I’ll see you Nat.” You give her a sad smile, one that broke her heart as she made herself walk away from you.

It hurts the redheads heart seeing you upset. She didn’t understand how Quinn could just make you this upset and not want to be the one to reassure you that you’re all she needs or wants. She didn’t understand how Quinn wasn’t excited hearing that you wanted another baby. She would do anything to have a baby, to have someone like you as her spouse.

“What is going on with you?” Quinn huffed.

“Nothing.” You say back before leading her back inside and shutting the garage door.

“This is about you wanting another baby.” Quinn says, turning around to face you now in the dimly lit laundry room.

“Quinn drop it.”

“Fine. Thanks for asking if I wanted to spend my last night off next door with the neighbors.” She huffed.

You feel your shoulders tense. She just wants to fight and argue and you’re just tired. You roll your eyes walking away before muttering. “You’re welcome.” 

“We were having a great night until now.” She sighed, taking your hand. “What happened?” 

You say nothing looking down at the corner of the room. Quinn let go of your hand, bringing her hands up to your shoulders gently massaging them.

“Look, let's just have a smoke sesh, and eat lots of junk food.” She chuckled feeling your shoulders relax beneath her hands.

“We haven’t done that in a while.” You can’t help but smile.

“So you get the weed ready? I put on something funny and grab the snacks?” She grinned.

“Deal.” You chuckled.

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You jolt awake hearing a loud bang. Quinn gasps awake before throwing her hand on your chest. 

“What was that?” She asks nervously.

“I think it’s raccoons, Wanda warned me about them. Said half the time it’s just Rocket.”

“Oh…who the fuck is rocket?” She asks sleepily.

“Peter Quills, Racoon.” You whined. “Now let me sleep.”

“The fuck is Peter Quill?” Quinn scoffs, picking up her phone to check the security system the house came with.

“Neighbor.” You grunt.

“Y/N the camera and the lights aren’t working.”

“Babe it’s just Rocket.” You groaned.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N get your ass up, and go check it out now!” She hissed.

You whined getting up grabbing the bat in the corner before descending down stairs. You can hear something outside. You look out seeing a raccoon trudging through your garbage in the front.

You roll your eyes walking outside barefoot in only your briefs at least you put a tank on.

“Hey asshole!” You hiss, gaining his attention. “Get the fuck out of my trash.” 

You and the raccoon turn your heads hearing a whistle.

“Rocket, get your mangy little ass over here!” Peter quill shouted, lifting his hand holding a large coffee tumbler handing it to his wife who was already in the car. “Sorry neighbor!” You figured he was bidding his wife goodbye before she left for her job. You waved sleepily as the racoon ran back to his owner. You closed the lid before hearing.

“Rocket got ya huh? Yeah you gotta keep it in the garage or he’ll find a way.”

You look up seeing the man Natasha told you about. 

“Tony Stark.” He grinned, shaking your hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No robe for you huh, Skywalker?” He said, patting your Jedi symbol tattoo on your shoulder.

“My wife heard a noise and stupid Hammer tech sucks ass so I had to run out with out one.” You chuckled.

“Yeah Hammer Tech tends to suck ass.” He laughed. “You know Y/N I actually have my own tech company. Stark Industries, we just absorbed ‘Ex-con Security Consultants’ from Scott Lang and Luis Peña. I just came down from a conference. I’d be happy to give you the top of the line product for over half off including installation. I’ll do it myself.” He smiled. “I could even show you some examples. Everyone on the block or rather 20 miles radius has since switched from Hammer to Stark tech.”

“Yeah that’d be great I can tell my realtor to get this shit off my house, and get my money back.” You grumbled.

“I’m gonna install the basics on Monday and then I’ll send my tech Scott over with his guys to finish the complete ‘Ex Con security system’. Scott actually lives on the corner with his fiancé Hope and his daughter Cassie. I am more than sure Beth is Cassie and Morgan’s age. Morgan is my daughter.” Tony smiled.

“I’m sorry how did-“

“Right. Why does this random old man know Beth? Wanda told my wife Pepper who told me.” He chuckled.

“Ahh I see.” You laughed along with him.

“Sorry it’s just you knew Beth’s name already, and it kind of frea-“

“Say no more I would have done the same.” Tony nods.

“Alright Tony it was nice meeting you but I’m going back to bed.” You chuckled, patting his arm.

“Alright I’ll see you Monday for the installation.” He grinned before looking both ways and crossed the street.

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“What took you so long?” Quinn asks, bringing your arm around her as you lay on your side. 

“Hmm.” You hummed as you cuddled into your wife. “It was Rocket and I met Tony Stark. He just got in from a conference. Oh and he’s going to install his security system on Monday.”

“Good Hammer tech is terrible. Now hold me tighter.” She muttered before pushing her backside into you. You happily turned on your side cuddling her before both drifted off to sleep.

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It was mid morning when you and Quinn made a large breakfast for your friends.

“That was so good.” Blaine wiped his mouth as Kurt downed his mimosa.

“I swear you two are like the best cooks I know.” Kurt nodded.

Santana and Brittany walked in after saying bye to their son who was running around the jungle gym out back with Beth and Finley.

“Thanks for the breakfast Y/L/N. Now I’m gonna go bang my wife.” Santana smirked slapping Brittany’s ass. “Take care of my son. Also he’s deathly afraid of the dark right now. He will scream bloody murder if you turn off the lights.” The Latina grabbed her wife’s hand quickly leading her out. “Bye suckers.” 

“Thanks again!” Brittany managed to say before being dragged out.

“Brit come on!” You can hear Santana who's already halfway to their car.

“I’m coming, I'm coming!”

“Oh you will be!” Santana cackled slamming the door shut.

“I swear they never left the ‘fucking like rabbits’ stage.” Kurt muttered.

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Natasha was placing sheets in Bruce’s room when the doorbell rang. She sighed he had told her he would call when he landed. She took out her phone looking at the doorbell alert Jarvis sent.

She laughed before running down stairs. 

“Natasha Romanoff as I live and breathe.” Kurt smiled sweetly; a large garment bag against his back.

“Well hello Kurt, Blaine!”

“I tried to reel in my husband, but once he has his sight set on a project he has to see it through.”

“As I should.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Come on in.” Natasha smiled, leading them to her living area.

“My superpower is being able to tell everyone’s size. Will you please try these on for me?”

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Natasha hadn’t felt this way in so long. She had to admit she did miss the days she sported luxurious clothes. Doing perfume ads that made no sense. She took one last look in the mirror before coming out of the bathroom.

“Good God you’re perfect.” Kurt sighed, clutching his heart dramatically. 

“Kurt, this gown is beautiful.” Natasha smiled, her hands smoothing down the evening gown.

She modeled a couple more pieces for him before Blaine bagged them up once more.

“Would you be willing to get back in front of the camera?” Kurt smirked. “You see, my new fashion line and shop is opening in a month. It’s literally for everyone and fits every shape and size. Like Y/N will be modeling the suits for me, The unholy trinity will model various things, Rachel will be modeling my petite line and my best friend Mercedes will be modeling my plus size garments, and I have our friend Sam who will be modeling some men’s suit skirts.”

“Oh wow that all sounds very inclusive.”

“Exactly. For decades I’ve been making my own clothes or suits for Y/N. It’s hard shopping as a gay or plus sized person some times, and I want people to feel safe when they shop in my store and confidant when they leave.”

“I’d love to be a part of your journey.” Natasha smiled, taking his hand.

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The boys bid farewell to Natasha before saying bye to you again.

Natasha watched you mixing concrete as she walked over. “Always keeping busy, I see.”

“Hey how’d it go?” You grinned looking up at her.

“Looks like we’re modeling buddies.” She smirked sitting next to you.

“You might have to give me some pointers. I have no idea what I’m doing.” 

“Don’t worry you’ll be just fine.” She chuckled. “What are you working on now, Y/L/N?”

“I’m making walkway steps so my grass stays nice.” You chuckled. “Plus I’m gonna do what my grandparents did for me.”

“What’s that?” Natasha asked, sitting next to you.

“They had me and a few of my cousins put our names and handprints on the stones. They’re still there at my grandparents house.”

“That’s really sweet, the girls will love that.”

“And boy, I’ve got my Godson today.” You grinned.

“Getting a feel of what it’s like with 3 kids?” Natasha smirked.

You chuckled, pouring more cement.

“What did she say about that by the way?” Natasha questioned letting her hand hold her up.

“She said put a pin in it.” You sighed.

“Oh.” She said softly. “Did you tell her how you felt about that Berry girl?”

“No.” You said solemnly.

“Y/N you have to talk to her.” Nat nudges you with her shoulder.

“Talking with Quinn is never easy. She always has to be right, always has to have the last word, and as terrible as it is to say this. My wife can be as cold as ice sometimes.”

“What do you think she’s going to say to you if you bring Berry up again?

“She’ll get defensive then start trying to say that I have a thing for someone and I’m just trying to take the heat off of me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” She said softly. 

“Don't be.” You shook your head.

Natasha was starting to not like Quinn very much. She could understand how she wouldn’t be excited about you wanting to try for another baby. For some women they’d rather not go through that more than once or twice. 

Like take Pepper for instance she was always very adamant about never having another baby. Laura on the other hand wanted a home filled with kids. Pepper hated losing her figure, and Laura said there’s something magical about growing a baby inside of you. 

However what Natasha didn’t understand was that the blonde seemed to have a wandering eye for a friend you both knew In high school. The redhead didn’t understand how her eyes could be on some short little Broadway diva and not you. Natasha thought maybe she was just being envious, but you seemed to be such a loving and devoted wife and mother; or papa as your kids like to call you. To be honest she wants to call you daddy too.

“Tia Y/N, Tia Y/N!” Arlo burst through the garage door Finley close behind. “Papa!”

“Natty!” Finley smiled, throwing herself on her lap.

“Well hello Finny! I love your power rangers costume.”

“Tanks I’m the white ranger, Tommy. Natty dis is Arlo.” She smiled, taking his hand.

“Hello Arlo.” She smiled sweetly at the young boy. She could tell as clear as day he had his mother’s bright blue eyes and his other mom's hair.

“Hello.” He smiled, shaking her hand.

“What’s going on buds?” You chuckled as he and Finley had on power ranger costumes that Santana bought them.

“Will you play with us?” He asked; extending out a bad guy mask for you to wear. 

“I’ll tell ya what, let's finish up this task first, and then I’ll play with you guys for a bit.”

“What’s that papa?” Finley said ignoring what you just said leaving Natasha’s lap to look in the bucket.

“That is cement.”

“But tia Y/N this is cement.” Arlo said furrowing his brows touching the sidewalk.

“You’re right Arlo, this is what it looks like before it dries up.”

“Ohhhh.” He nodded along with Finley.

“There you two are!” Quinn shook her head stepping into the garage lifting the kids up. “Hello Natasha.”

“Hi.” The Russian smiles tightly back by now it was evident that the blonde disliked her, and to be honest Natasha doesn’t like her very much either.

You notice Natasha doesn’t say ‘call me Nat’.

“I’ll go get them changed so you can do the thing.” She chuckled before heading back inside with the kids.

You grab the molding for the cement and place it next to the bucket before you continue to stir.

“Are you excited for Bruce to come back?” You smile.

“Uhh yeah I guess.”

“You don’t sound too excited.”

“We just haven’t been on good terms in a very long time.” She explains.

“Oh.” You say slightly surprised. “Wanna talk about it?”

Natasha dwells on the thought of telling you why she’s actually married to Bruce, but she just couldn’t.

“He's just always absent and with his lab partner Betty all the time.”

“What a Barney, I thought his name was Bruce not Barney.” You chuckled at your dig.

“Wait what?” Natasha giggled.

“You know cause you said he’s always with Betty and Barney is a dummy who doesn’t deserve her?”

“Barney?”

“Come on Barney Rubble? Barney Rubble trouble? The Flintstones?”

“Ohhhh The Flintstones!” She laughed. 

“Bruce sounds like a Barney if he’s choosing his lab over you.”

Natasha bit her lip watching you add more cement.

“I always wanted a walkway but I just never got around to it.“

“I can help ya out neighbor.” You winked, giving her a nudge.

“Oh you don’t have to do that Y/N.”

“I don’t mind, plus I have extra.” You grinned patting the bag of cement.

“You’re too kind.” She chuckled.

“I try.” You chuckled.

“Alright go with papa.” Quinn said, opening the door leading the kids out with Beth in tow.

“Hi Nat!” Beth waved.

“Hey Beth!” Natasha smiled warmly. 

“Natty look!” Finley stood next to you and Beth showing off her matching outfit.

“You look so cute, little bear.” Natasha looked at the toddler with love.

Quinn inwardly bristled; her family is so taken by Natasha. She tried telling herself to not be so jealous.

“Where did you find that?” You asked, chuckling, you were all wearing Carhartt shirts, an old ‘Burts shop’ cap and jeans. 

“Dad, those are all my old clothes.” Beth giggled showing you a picture. 

“Oh my wittle princess. You always wanted to be just like papa.” You grinned standing up to pull her in a tight hug.

Natasha giggled at how you melted at the sight of your oldest being a 2 year old again.

“She still does remember when she wanted to just sit in the shop, and watch you guys work on cars.” Quinn smiled, pecking her head. Beth was wearing the exact same thing.

“I miss uncle Finn.” Beth whispered softly.

You and Quinn squeezed her a little tighter. “We do too.” You said back.

The redhead felt like she was now intruding on a family moment. She stood up dusting off her pants. “Well I’ll catch you later.” She said with a wave.

“Actually Natasha, will you take our picture?”

“Aw Quinn.” You whined shutting up after she glared at you.

“Aw mama!” Finley copied your whine.

“Yeah come on Tia Quinn.” Arlo sighed, shaking his head. He was in a matching outfit as well.

“Sure.” Natasha nodded, taking her phone noticing she didn’t have her camera app up. She had a picture of you and Quinn in a very unique position. “Oh wow.” 

“Oops wrong app.” Quinn chuckled darkly.

Natasha cleared her throat. She used to have women act this way when she was modeling for Victoria Secret. It just made Natasha highly aware of Quinn’s insecurities. She obviously didn’t feel secure in your marriage.

You furrowed your brows sensing a disturbance in the force. Your wife was being way too sweet and Nat was eerily quiet.

You all take a photo together before she hands the phone back.

“I’ll come by after and lay a walkway down for you.” You say gesturing towards the cement that Finley and Arlo took turns stirring.

“Looking forward to it.” 

“Bye Natty!” Finley waved along with Arlo and Beth. Natasha saying bye with a smile before walking away not missing Quinn’s grimace.

Yeah she’s probably going to have fun with this.

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It was late afternoon by the time you and your family finished up with gardening. Quinn was making sure the kids showered while you went next door. You knocked seeing Natasha making her way to the front door through the stained glass window.

“Hey.” She smiled, stepping out.

“Hi.” You grinned. “Where were you wanting the walkway?”

“Whatever you think would look best.” She gestured towards the lawn.

“Alright.” You chuckled.

“Mind if I watch you?”

“Of course not.” You grinned.

“You know I watched you and your family out back a couple times. You all looked so cute I had to.” She smirks, showing you a photo of you teaching your family how to plant a seed.

“That's awesome.” You chuckled seeing a smile on you and your family's faces. “Text it to me please.”

“Done.” Natasha grinned hearing a ding on your phone. 

She helped you pour the cement in the molds when she said. “I have to say this you are such a great parent, and spouse. The way your family looks at you, and the way you are with them. It’s sweet.”

“I’m alright.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I mean it. You are perfect.”

“What?” Natasha asked, noticing your silence.

“Well I left out a key detail about why Quinn and I left the city.”

“Oh… Y/N you don’t have-“

“No it’s okay.. Beth’s teacher Sersi and I became friends. Good friends, that’s all it ever was. We started having dinner together and she’d teach the girls mandarin. Quinn was always working and I barely spent any time with her. Then one night Sersi told me she was in love with me. I was flattered of course; she’s such a kind and beautiful person anyone would be lucky to be with her. Anyway that was the night Quinn decided to come home early and that was the moment Sersi chose to kiss me.”

“She fell for you…” Natasha muttered with a gulp. She can definitely see how Sersi could fall for you. You were sweet, thoughtful, funny, smart, and you loved working with your hands. Natasha internally reeled in her crush on you. The redhead can now understand why Quinn is apprehensive with her. The blonde can tell Natasha is enamored by you.

“It was… I just  I- I love my wife. She’s also the only person I’ve been with. So kissing someone else was… Well different.” You furrowed your brows in thought.

“Yeah I’d say.” Natasha smiled letting a small chuckle escape.

“Anyway Quinn lost it and Sersi yelled right back at her about how Quinn doesn’t deserve me. Anyway after it all happened. Quinn wanted to move us out of the city and cut back on working in the office. Sersi moved back to London and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“Have things actually gotten better since Sersi?”

“Well Quinn goes back to work on Monday. So we’ll see how she handles working again.”

“Is it terrible I really wanna know what Sersi looked like?” Natasha but her lip wanted to lighten the mood.

“No cause I’ve been wondering what Bruce looks like.” You chuckled right back.

“You get to meet him tomorrow. He comes back tonight now his flight got delayed.” Natasha nudges you with her shoulder taking out her phone. “Is this Sersi?” She asked, showing you a photo of the woman on Instagram.

“Uh yeah how’d you-“

“I went through your friends list until I found her.” She smirked. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” You say nodding along. “So kind and patient too. She loved Beth so much. I should have known she was into me. She was single and spent all her time with me and the kids.”

“You are married and considered her a friend, you did nothing wrong.” Natasha said, patting your back. It took a lot of self restraint to not pull you in a hug. “Besides, if it makes you feel any better it looks like she moved on.”

“Really?” 

Natasha’s heart warms at the smile on your face.

“Hmhm his name is Dane.” She turned her phone showing a photo of Sersi and Dane eating ice cream on a double decker.

“That makes me feel better. Happy even. She deserves the best.” You chuckled.

“You have a really kind heart, Y/N.”

“Eh” you shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“You just made a walkway for me after spending all day working outside. That’s just one example of why I know you’re a morally good person, and a great dad as Beth would say.”

“Got all of that in less than a week, huh?” You chuckled sitting back on her steps as the cement dries.

“I’m a bit of a human polygraph.”

“Ahh very intuitive I see.” You kink your brow. “Well what do you think of us so far?”

“I think Finley is the cutest little thing. She’s just like you, and Beth, she's got the best of you and Quinn.”

“And Quinn?” You ask after a few beats of silence.

“I don’t have a good read on her yet.” Natasha says hoping you won’t press for more.

“Well maybe tomorrow night you will.” You grinned. “Should I bring anything?”

“Nope, I’ve got it. You just bring yourselves.” Natasha smiled warmly.

“Alright.” You grinned standing up to gather your materials. “I met Tony around 5 AM this morning.”

“Let me guess Rockett got you.” She smirked, taking your hand as you helped her up.

“Yup.” You huffed. “One good thing came out of it Tony is gonna take off the Hammer tech I have on the house and install his system.”

“That's great!” She grinned. 

“Yeah.” You chuckled.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“Anytime.” You smiled.

“Here.” She muttered, taking your hand leaving a couple hundred in your palm.

“Nat no.” You chuckled, pushing it back in her hands.

“Yes, for fixing my bike and making this pathway.” She smiled, holding your hands to keep the money in your palms.

“You’re repaying me with dinner tomorrow night.” You grinned pushing back.

“I invited you, it wasn't for repayment.” Natasha shook her head pushing right back.

“Nat-”

“Y/N I’m not gonna budge so you might as well take it.” The redhead squeezed your hands before backing away.

“Nat, I don't need your money. You’re my neighbor and I consider you a friend now. I take care of my friends.” You say holding it out.

“Y/N.”

“Nat.” You kinked your brow. You chuckled after a minute of her emerald eyes staring you down. “Just so you know I’m dynamite at a staring contest.” You began broodily staring right back.

The redhead tried not to smile as she looked into your eyes. She felt herself falter the moment your eyes locked onto hers. Your eyes were beautiful. She swore she could see them sparkle. You went up one step towering over her once again. You could smell her, you were so close. She smelled hints of moisturizer, shampoo, and perfume. 

“You always smell really good.” You muttered causing her to break and laugh.

“It’s called showering and moisturizing.” She grinned. “Maybe try it sometime?”

“Ouch.” You chuckled, before taking a step down.

“I’m kidding you don’t smell.” she laughed.

“The damage is done so I guess I’ll be leaving.”

“Oh!” Natasha sang.

“Ayyy!” You chuckled.

You both laughed when a car drove up pulling up to the curb.

“What’s wrong?” You say looking at Natasha.

“It’s Bruce he was supposed to tell me when he was heading in.” Natasha looked down at her phone. Bruce had texted her an hour ago. “Oh he did.” 

You turned seeing an older guy climb out of a Tesla as the driver handed him his bags. 

“Hi Tasha! Oh nice you got someone to do the pathway!” He grinned walking up avoiding the wet cement.

You tilted your head a bit if it was you and Quinn there would be lots of hugging and kissing right about now.

Natasha seems to have noticed because she brought him in a hug. He pecked the top of her head before bringing her to his side.

“Bruce, this is Y/N our new neighbor.”

“Ahh the Y/L/N’s were having dinner with you guys tomorrow.” Bruce nodded, remembering extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N welcome to the neighborhood.” 

“Thanks, nice to put a face to the name.” You chuckled he wasn’t what you pictured at all.

“How much were you thinking $500?”

“Oh whoa no I’m alright thanks.” You held up your hand as if to stop him.

“Come on, it's the least I could do.”

“She’ll take it.” Natasha smirked, taking the cash and stuffing it in your pocket with a wink.

“Thank you.” You gulped, she just gave you extra money for no reason other than to screw over her husband. 

“What she says is law.” Bruce joked, holding up his hands in defense. 

“I’m starting to pick that up.” You smiled looking at her as you reached down to grab your materials. “Let it dry for a few days.”

“What’s a few days?” Bruce questions.

“3?” You and Natasha shrugged. 

“Ohh jinx!” You pointed.

“I guess I owe you a soda of your choosing.”

“Sweet you can give it to me tomorrow night.” You winked nearly making her knees buckle. “Have a good night.” You say as you walk away. Bruce was nothing at all as you had imagined. You thought he must have been some handsome genius. You also did not expect him to be older than Natasha. It was so obvious he didn’t deserve her. You shook your head not wanting to already have a preconceived notion when you get to know him tomorrow night. Instead you focused on the smile on your family’s faces when you walked in. 

“Here babe sit down, take a shower after you really need to eat.” She kissed your lips pushing your chair in for you and making you a drink and a plate. 

“Thanks love.” You say kissing her softly.

“Hey papa.” Finley says eating her food.

“Hm?” You hum while having a sip.

“I lub you.” 

“I love you too Jr.” you chuckled feeling your heart wanting to explode with love.

“I lub you too Tia Y/N.” Arlo smiled.

“Hey me too.” Quinn smirked, gesturing with her thumb and index finger.

“Samesies.” Beth laughed.

“I love you guys so much!” You squealed, making them laugh as you tickled Finley.

Yeah you were really fucking lucky.

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

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Five Bullets And Nineteen Hours

The last thing Sam sees before Bucky slams into him is a wall of muzzel flashes. His eyes burn with the lights as he tumbles through the air, Bucky clinging to him as they fall through the dark. Sam can hear the ground coming, he doesn't know how, but he can hear it. Or feel it maybe. He doesn't know. His head is spinning. If his wings hadn't been busted he could save them, he could fix this.

He feels Bucky's fingers dig into his shoulder, grabbing at his vest, and then he's spinning again. They slam into the ground hard. He hears Bucky shout as he hits first, and then grunt when Sam lands on top of him. Sam lies there, his heart pounding in his ears, his labored breathing matching Bucky's beneath him.

Once he catches his breath he pushed himself up, hands pressed flat on the ground bracketing Bucky's head. He opens his mouth to make a joke, and then sees how dazed Bucky looks.

"You okay Buck?" He asks, still not rolling off him. He should get off him. But the longer he looks at Bucky the less okay he looks. Bucky smiles through a grimace, and shakes his head. Sam's brow furrows and then he feels it. Wetness on his stomach. He does roll off then, tossing himself to the side and looking down. He reaches out, sits his hand gently agaisnt Bucky's shirt, when he pulls it back his skin is red and wet. Bucky's covered in blood.

Sam looks down at himself, his heart pounding as he pats at his chest, feeling for pain, and wounds. Bucky's hand reaches out, startling Sam. He taps his fingertips against Sam's knee. Sam looks at him, his eyes and throat burning.

"It's all me Sam." He huffs, trying to laugh, and then he's coughing and there's blood on his lips and Sam can't see anymore. He swallows hard and reaches for his coms.

"Torres i need a med evac NOW!" He's yelling, knows he doesn't need to, can't help it.

"We're on the way Sam just hang on!" Torres sounds frantic too, he must have seen them fall, and not seen Sam's wings.

"It's not for me. I'm fine. It's... just hurry man!" His voice is rough.

"ETA a mintue thirty Sam! We're almost there!" His voice is shaky in Sam's ear, and as soon as he stops talking Sam hears the quinn jet, sees the lights, and looks down to see Bucky looking at him. He's blinking slow, a small, bloody, smile on his face.

"Hey. Hey Bucky. Stay with me okay you're gonna be okay." He says this quickly and slowly at once. His hand moving to the side of Bucky's face. There's a dark puddle spreading underneath him now and Sam can't do anything. There's too many holes, and too much blood. Way too much blood.

"Sam." Bucky breathes, coughs, more blood on his lips.

"It's okay Buck don't talk. Don't talk okay. Just-"

"Sam." His voice is firm now. Sam refuses to think of it as urgent.

"What? What is it?" Sam's voice is quiet,  he's leaning down, close to Bucky so he doesn't have to talk so loud, so he can save his energy. Bucky smiles at him again, and then grimaces, blood covering his teeth and dripping down his cheek, Sam whipes it away with his thumb.

"Thank you." Bucky says, his voice tight, eyes squeezing shut as his body shudders once.

"Don't do that. Don't you fucking do that. You don't get to say goodbye." Sam wipes at the blood that keeps dripping from his mouth. Bucky grimaces again and grabs Sam's hand, holds it.

"It's okay Sam. It's-" he takes a wet rattling breath, squeezes Sam's hand.

"It's. Okay." He says, his eyes fluttering closed.

"No no no. Buck. Bucky! Hey! Open your eyes!" Sam pats at his face but his eyes stay closed. 

"No no no! TORRES GET DOWN HERE NOW!" He yells it as the quinn jet lands. The rest is a blur. He remembers helping them get Bucky on the stretcher. Remembers the pool of blood shining black in the dirt. Remembers Torres patting him down, looking for wounds. And he remembers the stars. So many stars. He remembers the stars, and how beautiful they were. And he remembers hating them. Remembers thinking they had no right to be so beautiful while Bucky was dying. And then he'd shaken his head. Because Bucky wasn't dying. He couldn't be dying. Sam wouldn't let him.

Nineteen hours.

Bucky is in surgery for nineteen hours. And Sam waits. He calls Sarah a few times. Her and the boys bring him food and sit with him for awhile, before going back home. They offered to stay but Sam wouldn't let them. The boys had school, and Sarah had work. She scolded him, but relented and took the boys home.

The doctor came to Sam looking tired. Told him Bucky was okay. That he'd be out of commission for while, but probably not as long as he'd expected, being a super soldier and all. Sam had thanked him and asked if he could see him. The doctor looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded. He showed him to Bucky's room and told him to stay as long he liked.

He woke up two hours later.

Sam had been reading something on his phone, he doesn't know what, can't remember, doesn't matter, when he'd heard Bucky move. Sam looked up to see him looking at him, his eyes only half open.

"Hey man. How ya feel?" He moved his chair a bit closer. Bucky grimaced, his hand moving from his side to his stomach gently.

"Like i got shot. And then fell out of a plane." He sighed, his head falling back onto his pillow.

"Makes sense. I mean it was five bullets. And a three hundred foot drop." Sam said.

"Oh, no big deal then." Bucky shrugged, his brow furrowing with the pain again.

"Yeah. No big deal." Sam said, his voice somber. Bucky looked at him.

"I'm fine Sam." He said, not looking away.

"Always with the staring." Sam muttered. The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched, but he didn't look away. Sam shook his head.

"I am fine though Sam." He nodded, still not looking away.

"You almost weren't." Sam said, his chest tightening, the black pool of blood Bucky had left behind flashing behind his eyes.

"Yeah. Well," he shrugged again.

"Saved you."

Sam's eyes jumped from Bucky's hand to his face. He watched Bucky lick his lips and finally look away.

"That why you did it?" Sam asked.

"Why else would i have done it?" Bucky asked, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Don't know. You said goodbye pretty easy." He said, pressing his fingertips into his thigh.

"I didn't say goodbye." Bucky mumbled, looking everywhere but at Sam now.

"You kinda did though." Sam said, not backing down. Bucky groaned and dropped his head back again.

"What do you want me to say Sam? Just tell me so i can say it and we can stop talking." Bucky sighed.

"Just admit you were saying goodbye man, and we can be done with it!" He teased, smiling now that Bucky was his grouchy self again.

"I didn't say goodbye, i said thank you!" He raised his voice as he turned to Sam, grimacing at the pain in his chest. Sam felt his own chest tighten.

"For what?"

Bucky groaned, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Come on Buck." Sam encouraged, bumping his knuckles into Bucky's arm, his skin was warm. Bucky rolled his head to the side, his eyes falling on Sam.

"For letting me help." His voice was quiet. Sam's heart fluttered, he looked, sad. His eyes widered than his usual frown and glare.

"If i remember correctly you didn't give me much choice." Sam teases. Bucky shrugged and half smiled.

"Yeah, but didn't have to let me keep helping. And you didn't have to watch my back. Or keep an eye on me. Or-" he paused, took a deep breath.

"Or invite me to meet your family." He stared at Sam, his tonge moving over his lip before he pulled it between his teeth.

"You didn't have to do any of that. But you did. You gave me a second chance Sam. And i- i can never thank you enough for that. And i just- i needed you to know that. That i appreciate it. I appreciate you. So... thank you." He shrugged again, his shoulders moving up and down once, he was frowning again, but it was an uncertain frown, not the annoyed one that usually painted his features.

"Buck-"

"You don't have to say anything." Bucky cut him off, his eyes had moved to his lap.

"Buck." Sam said, tentatively. Bucky's eyes stayed down.

"Bucky look at me." He bumped his arm again, his fingers lingering against Bucky's skin this time. Bucky slowly moved his eyes to him.

"You deserved this second chance. And i know you struggle with that. You don't think you deserve it. But Buck," he took a deep breath and sighed.

"Buck you're a good guy. You're the most honest person i know, to like, a fault, sometimes." Sam smiled when Bucky snorted.

"But seriously, you're a good man. With a hard past. But you're doing the best with what you've been given. And after all the shit you've been through, man I'd say you're doing great. And Buck," he paused again, moving his hand on top of Bucky's arm, Bucky's eyes fell to it, and Sam could have sworn his breath had caught in his throat. He moved his eyes back up to Sam's face, they were wide and shining.

"Buck if you hadn't been there for me last night, I'd be dead." He said, simple. Matter of fact.

"You saved my life. And you know i hate to admit it but, it's not the first time you've done it, it probably be won't the last. Listen man, I'm just... glad you were there. And that you're still here. So you're welcome. But thank you too. I wouldn't be here without you." He squeezed Bucky's arm and moved his hand back, his fingers trailing slowly over his skin before resting on the bed next to him. Bucky was still staring. But his eyes were now glued to Sam's hand, he seemed transfixed.

"Buck?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, not really paying attention. Sam waited. Bucky was thinking, Sam could see it, could see his gears turning, he bit his lip to hold back a joke. He waited. And he watched. And he smiled softly when Bucky's eyes cleared and he came back to himself, back to Sam. Bucky's eyes stayed on Sam's hand as he moved his own hand slowly across the few inches between them.

Sam's heart fluttered as Bucky pressed his hand under Sam's. Sam moved a little, accommodating him, Bucky's fingertips moving along his palm had Sam biting his lip. Sam moved to match Bucky, locking their fingers together. Bucky stared at their hands, pressed together, smiling a little when Sam moved his thumb in gentle circles over Bucky's skin.

When he finally looked up at Sam, his eyes shining, he looked happy. He wasn't smiling. Or trying to smile. He wasn't always great at it. But he looked, lighter. Like he'd let something go. Something that had been keeping him from this. From reaching out to touch Sam. To touch him when they weren't under attack. Not pulling him away from gunfire, and shielding him from bombs and fists. Just, reaching out to touch. Because he wanted to.

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched as they looked at each other.

"You saved me too Sam." Bucky said, finally breaking the silence. Sam smiled, the heart monitor next to the bed beeped faster. Bucky's eyes moved to it and then back to Sam, his cheeks flushing. Sam smiled wider, flashing Bucky a toothy grin, the monitor sped up again. Bucky groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow, grimacing a little at the pain in his chest. Sam laughed.

Bucky shook his head and let his eyes fall closed with a sigh. Sam watched him as he slowly fell asleep, only looking away to smile down at their linked fingers. He watched Bucky sleep, held his hand, and told himself that he'd never let go.

[gellavonhamster]

ghost stories

Suicide Squad (2016) || characters: El Diablo feat. everyone else || post-canon, sort of a fix-it

ao3 link eng || this was first written and published on ao3 in Russian in 2016 but I didn't attempt to translate it into English back then.  

Harley is the first to see him.

She catches the smell first. Something appears to be burning, and she checks cautiously if there is something wrong with the coffee machine. She doesn’t find anything suspicious – not that the appliances about to flame up smell like that anyway. Could it be that there’s a fire starting? That would be funny, but seems like there’s hardly a chance. It is the smell of a bonfire at the beach, of the fallen leaves being burned in the yards in fall, of a melting candle in the church; weirdly, all this at the same time. A smell that seems too pure for Belle Reve, for Gotham, for everything that makes up her life these days.      

Harley looks around once again – and springs to her feet like she’s been stung.

Chato Santana is standing next to her cage.

“Diablo?” she whispers, unable to believe her eyes. She would’ve thought she’s lost her marbles if there were any left to lose.    

“Harley,” says Diablo, and it’s his voice, his shy, sad smile, his eyes and his tattoos, and Harley squeals in delight as she rushes to him. The bars of the cage are live, so she only dares to stick out the tips of her fingers. He touches them with his hand – certainly alive, certainly not a product of her mind being tortured by boredom and monotony – and she laughs.

“You’re alive, alive, alive! How did you survive? And how did they let you in?”

“It’s a long story. And I don’t think I have much time,” Diablo looks guilty. He’s still holding her hand and looking at her so earnestly it’s almost worrying.  “Harley… don’t go with him.”  

“Huh? What do you mean, honey?”

“He’s coming here. Don’t leave with him, Harley, stay. It sounds strange, but this would really be for the best.”  

“Don’t leave with whom?” she can’t follow him. He gives her a melancholic look – and suddenly disappears. Without any smoke or flames or any other special effects. She can’t wrap her head around how it happened – it’s just that he was here a moment ago, and now there’s no one beside her, and she’s reaching out towards nothing.      

“Diablo?” she calls, and when she gets no answer, she decides to get things straight by asking the guards. What kind of cruel joke is this? Only one person is allowed to joke here, and that person is her. “Hello there! Mister jailer, yoo-hoo! Where’s my friend?”  

No one is in a hurry to respond. Finally, one of the armed-to-the-teeth guards approaches the cage.

“Why are you yelling, lady?”

“Where’s my friend?” Harley asks petulantly. “He was here just now, and we didn’t finish talking. Where did you take him?”  

“There was no one here.”

“What do you mean ‘no one’? I just talked to him!”

The guard examines her from head to foot. Looks like he’s chewing gum, which, combined with his empty apathetic stare, makes him look like a cow.

“Definitely crazy,” he sums up, and leaves. Irritated, Harley forgets to take caution, hits the bars and falls down on the floor right away, writhing in pain.    

“Well, well, well,” she whispers, playing the recent events over in her head. Chato was very much corporeal – not a ghost, then. Yet the guards didn’t notice him, and then he vanished into thin air. Harley thinks about the being Chato transformed into by the end of the battle – an ancient one, as if straight from the walls of some Aztec temple. Could some petty bomb kill such a being? Could the Enchantress’s brother have survived too?  

“I am friends with a god,” she informs the ceiling. “Incredible.”

About an hour later, her Puddin’ comes for her, and she forgets the advice Diablo gave her.  

  Croc sees him on the night of the same day. He knows for sure that it is night thanks to the TV listings – the only reference point for time and days of the week that he has. Not that it was bothering him too much, truth be told. Monday or Sunday, every day in Belle Reve is a carbon copy of the day before. However, Croc doesn’t complain. He has a roof over his head, water, food – even better food than he used to have in the sewers in days gone by – and a TV, and it is honestly not too hard to do without such extras as companionship and fresh experiences. Still, he is glad to see Diablo. Even though first he lunges at him with his fangs bared, because he doesn’t immediately recognize him and supposes that Waller and company are sick of feeding him and decided to kill him. Or to put someone else in his quarters, which would have been no less audacious.        

“Croc, it’s me,” Diablo hastens to say, and lights up a flame over his left palm – so unusual and out of place in the dampness of Croc’s cell. Croc freezes and watches the flame for some seconds. That must really be Diablo; there are hardly many people in the world capable of such tricks.

“Hey, man,” Croc says. “Whatcha doing here?”

“Just checking up on you.”

Well, that must definitely be Diablo. Croc knows that there are hardly many people in the world who’d care to check up on him, but that sounds like something El Diablo would do. Back then, during the mission, he was friendly, asked “You okay?” after each skirmish, and could clap him on the shoulder without shuddering. And there are definitely even less people in the world that would touch him willingly.      

“Did they just let you in like that?” wonders Croc. Diablo gives him a slight smile.

“They don’t know I’m here.”

“So you’re, like, a ghost?” Croc asks. It occurred to him from the very beginning, but it sounds particularly joyless when said out loud.

Diablo gestures vaguely. “I’m still figuring it out myself, to be honest.”

“Hmm,” Croc glances over his cell. A bag of food on the cot catches his eye. “You want a burger?”

“Nah, I’m good. Save it for yourself.”

“They’ll bring more today, I’m telling ya.”  

“Then I want one.”

“Then you’re not a ghost,” grins Croc, and the fact that Diablo doesn’t flinch or try to look away also proves that this is the real Chato Santana, because most people don’t like seeing Croc smile.

And so he and Diablo, who kind of is a ghost but kind of isn’t, sit there eating burgers and watching some crap on MTV. Life has taught Croc not to be surprised by anything, so everything’s fine.  

“So what happened after the bomb went off?” Croc asks. Diablo opens his mouth, and then closes it again, apparently at a loss how to explain.

“I was smoke,” he speaks finally. “Then I was flames. Then I became myself again.”

“I see,” Croc replies, although, of course, he can’t see shit.

“Who are you talking to?” comes the guard’s voice from behind the door. “Hey, scum!”

Croc puts the burger aside.

“Wait a bit,” he tells Chato, gets up, and heads for the door.

When he comes to the bean hole, the guard already looks like he regrets calling him.  

“No one,” Crock smiles as widely as only he can, and the guard, who isn’t among the people able to watch him smile without blinking an eye, steps back reflexively. “But come inside, and I’ll talk to you if you wanna. How about that?”   

When he turns around, Chato has already disappeared, and Croc could have assumed he has dreamed it all, but there are two half-eaten burgers on the cot, not one.

  Digger sees him next, and he isn’t even amazed. The bastards keep drugging him with all sorts of shit to calm him down. Usually after the shot he just lies there, feverish, and can’t even move, let alone stand up, but who knows, perhaps they’re testing some new poison on him. Or they’ve started using something stronger because they noticed that a couple of hours after the usual stuff he’s already able to yell, bang at the door, and do everything he can to get the best of them while cooped up inside. Or it’s simply that there’s already so much of this shit in his blood that it’s impossible not to have any screws loose, try as he might to keep them in place. In any case, he’s not exactly shocked when, as he tosses and turns on the floor after another injection, he turns his head and sees El Diablo, large as life and twice as ugly.

“Fuck me sideways,” Digger says. He doesn’t have any energy to be mad yet. “I must be tripping.”

“You’re not tripping,” Diablo objects.

“You died. So I must be.”  

“I didn’t die either.”

Diablo sits down cross-legged on the floor next to him.

“Has it crossed your mind that if you stop getting on their nerves, they might start treating you better?” he asks.

“Go to hell.”

“Message received.”

There’s a footfall outside; a whole bunch of people must be running somewhere.

“They’ve turned the entire joint upside down,” says Digger, because it’s been ages since he has spoken to anyone who’d at least pretend to listen, so a hallucination will do. “Blondie escaped.”  

“I know,” Diablo replies gloomily. “I tried to warn her not to go with the Joker, but she didn’t listen to me.”  

“Why warn her?” Digger asks. Harley Quinn is no bosom friend of his, but she kind of tore out the heart of the witch who kind of tried to end the world, and anyway, teammates probably should take interest in each other’s lives. Probably. He’s never really made sense of that teamwork stuff. “What’s he gonna do to her?”    

“At best, what he always does.”

Two tiny figures of fire appear on Diablo’s open palm – a man and a woman. The man backhands the woman across her face, and she falls down. Digger watches the dancing flames with fascination, and meanwhile in his head, bit by bit, stroke by stroke, a plan starts to take shape. He wouldn’t be Captain motherfucking Boomerang if he fails to use any opportunity that turns up – even a ghost of one. 

“Listen, mate,” he begins cajolingly. “If you’re really here and it’s not just me tripping… help an old friend out, won’t you? I’m fed up with being stuck here, you know.”

“I’m not gonna help you escape,” Diablo says calmly. “How do you imagine that would even happen?”

“Can’t you just burn the entire Belle Reve to the bloody ground?”

Diablo smiles.

“I can,” he admits. “But I won’t.”

The next thing he knows, the son of a bitch is gone without a trace. Anger and offence must be giving Digger strength, because he manages to leap to his feet. Like a lunatic, he thrashes around the cell, looking for at least some kind of proof that someone else was here a moment ago.  

“Oi!” he shouts, knowing damn well that the guards have long stopped listening to what he has to say. “Grab the devil! A convict escaped! Hey, wankers!”  

But he’s feeling lightheaded, and this shit must be really strong, and he collapses, badly hitting his head.  

  Tatsu sees him next – late at night, in her apartment. She’s a light sleeper, and wakes up as soon as she hears footsteps. The sword is close at hand, and she grabs it instantly, blade swishing through the air.  

“Who’s there?” Tatsu asks, and then repeats in English. “Who’s there?”

There is nowhere to hide in her bedroom. The only furniture is the mattress and the pair of chairs she uses to hang her clothes on. Everything is on the floor or on the windowsill – weapons, her laptop, the book she tried to read before going to sleep but could not concentrate on. It is an ascetic, comfortless dwelling that does not look permanent and is not supposed to become so. Fate and Amanda Waller, though, seem to have other plans in this respect.  

There is nowhere to hide in her bedroom – but someone’s definitely walking in the antechamber; she flings the door open – and sees El Diablo, standing by the entrance and looking around. In a blink of an eye Tatsu is next to him, and the blade of the Soultaker is pressed to his neck.  

“Katana, it’s me,” Diablo says, unfazed. “Chato Santana.”

“Chato Santana is dead,” she says through her teeth. Chato Santana was a gangster who killed, albeit by a tragic accident, his own family – but she fought side by side with him, he sacrificed himself to save the world, he called their squad his family and died for them. That is enough for her not to let anyone use his name as a cover. “Who are you?”    

“I’m alive,” Diablo replies. He puts his hands up to show he’s unarmed, and forks of flame appear on his palms. “Or sort of.”  

Sort of.

Tatsu lowers the sword and looks warily at the man standing in front of her.

“How did you…”

“You’re gonna have a new mission soon. Demand that Waller tells you everything.”

“About what?”

“I couldn’t overhear that,” he says with regret. “But…”

Something knocks on the window. Tatsu turns around quickly, but that must’ve been just a tree branch hitting the windowpane. When she turns back to Chato, he’s already gone, and her apartment is silent.

It’s just four in the morning, but she can’t make herself fall asleep again. Having poured a cup of tea, Tatsu sits down on the mattress and thinks, think, thinks about what just happened. Tatsu believes in ghosts – her sword is teeming with them, so she wouldn’t say that her worldview is shaken. Still, this is strange, very strange. What did he want to tell her? Why did he disappear so abruptly? Like… a broadcast was interrupted.    

Colonel Flag calls her at daybreak and tells her that there’s a shoot-out between two gangs on the outskirts of Gotham, with metahumans on both sides. When Tatsu arrives at Belle Reve, it turns out they must have considered it to be not enough to ruin her Saturday morning, because she is asked – more like ordered, actually – to escort an inmate from his cell, an inmate who attacks anyone who tries to enter and has already injured three guards with his bare hands, and it’s not reasonable to sedate him before the mission, and “he’s likely to obey if it’s you, Katana” – the last is Rick’s argument, and if he told that to her face and not on the phone, she would have had to strain every nerve not to hit him with something.    

No one tries to attack her when she enters the cell of Captain Boomerang – Harkness is sitting on the floor quite still, his arms around his knees, and when he notices her, he even smiles with bruised lips.  

“Hello, gorgeous,” he says. “Am I hallucinating you too?”

“No,” the question is unexpected and confuses her. “Why?”

“Well, they keep injecting me some crap, and lately I’ve been seeing things,” Harkness explains peacefully, even eagerly. His voice is quiet and hoarse, which, combined with his Australian accent, leads to Tatsu being barely able to make out half of what he’s saying. To hear him better, she crouches down next to him, still gripping the sword hilt – there is no telling if he isn’t just making her come closer to take her down and bolt. “Saw the devil yesterday.”      

“The devil?”

“Our devil. Día… de fucking Muertos. Chato Santana.”

Tatsu gives a shiver and, having lost her balance, half sits down, half falls on the dirty floor.

She isn’t the only one to have seen him. She isn’t the only one he wanted to send a message to.

“Hey, luv,” Harkness frowns and reaches out to touch her knee lightly. “You all right?”  

“Same as you, more or less,” she wants to reply, which of course would mean she isn’t, not at all.

“What did he tell you?” she asks him instead.

  When Floyd sees him, he is hardly surprised, since the others have already warned him. Boomerang, Croc, and Katana tell him everything while they’re waiting for the helo, and had it been just Boomerang, who believes inexplicably that he has a sense of humour although he certainly doesn’t, Floyd most likely wouldn’t have believed his ghost stories, but it is even harder to believe that Croc, let alone Katana would agree to take part in such pranks. Which is why he listens to them closely and takes note: okay, then he doesn’t have to worry about his mental heath if the late Santana suddenly appears out of nowhere to give some advice or share some news or simply ask how he’s doing. So the four of them keep whispering to one another like kids at the back of the class until their transport arrives – just the four of them, which is a pity. If there is anyone on the team that he had missed a little, it’s Harley. Floyd knows some things about the Joker, for it isn’t possible, as they write in the papers, to belong to the criminal world of Gotham and not know anything about the Joker. Floyd knows what Flag had spilled to him when visiting him in his cell or escorting him there after a visit to Zoe. Floyd thinks that in his entire lifetime he hasn’t understood a thing about love – is it even possible to understand it, on the other hand? – but he feels like the mad and brilliant Harley, Harley the whimsical, Harley the loving deserves better.                

“What’s with the gossiping?” Flag inquires suspiciously.  

“Nothing!” Croc and Digger answer in unison, in unison, and Floyd facepalms because seriously, are they in some cheesy movie or what? They don’t tell Flag anything yet, but Floyd is almost sure that sooner or later Santana will visit him as well, because Flag is one of them too, after all. Not that he’s even trying to deny it; no one’s making him drop by Floyd’s cell every other day to chat about some nonsense through the steel door.          

So Floyd is hardly surprised when, as he makes his way behind the dumpsters loading one gun after another, he notices a familiar, head-to-toe-tattooed figure standing nearby.  

“There are snipers on the roof over there and around the corner of the shop,” Chato says instead of greeting. Floyd nods.

“I noticed.”

“Eight men in the drugstore on the other side of the street. Each with a machine gun.”  

“How do you know?”

“I’ve just been there.”

“Got it,” there’s no time for lengthy conversations. No time to say: glad you’re alive, man. No time to ascertain: are you alive, though? So he thinks over the plan of action, making a mental note to ask all these questions later, when there are no bullets whistling past their ears.  

People like them deserve no guardian angels, frankly speaking, but they may have managed to earn one for all of them.

[quinncupine]

The Stars Above

word count: 1,564

link: A03

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary:  The sky was clear and the first stars were starting to blink into existence. It was weird staring up at the stars from this side of the world. There weren’t that many of them, not as many as you were used to.

"You ever just...look up?"

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You had gone outside to get some fresh air, but really it was because you didn't want anyone to see your downtrodden mood and ruin the evening. Class 1-A had decided to host a fun game night, and it was until you were painfully reminded that you haven't seen your family in almost a year. Being a foreign transfer student was already hard, but you were close with your family and you'd never spent so long away from them before. 

The night air has a bit of a bite to it, so you curl your knees up to your chest and huddle underneath your oversized sweater. Honestly, it's probably a bit childish looking, but you are alone outside and you really don't care.

The sky is clear and the first stars are starting to blink into existence. It's weird staring up at the stars from this side of the world. There aren't that many of them, not as many as you were used to. You grew up in a rural area, where on good nights like these, there would be too many to count. It reminds you of one night when your dad had-

"L/N?" A soft voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You jump, quickly pull your knees from your sweater, and fall backward in your haste to see who has snuck up on you.

"Oh," you breathe and stare at him upside-down. "Midoriya, you scared me."

"I'm so sorry!" He waves his hands around. "I didn't mean to disturb you. You've just been outside for a while and when you left, you looked kinda down, and I just wanted to check and make sure you were uh, but I-I can leave if-" He rambles on before you cut him off.

"Woah," you chuckle. "Calm down. You're not disturbing me." You rest your head on your arms behind you and look to the sky. "I was just thinking is all. Thanks for checking up on me though."

"Um, yeah." He nervously fiddles with his thumbs. "Uh, what, um, what are you thinking about?"

"My family." You sigh. "I haven't seen them in a long time."

"Oh, sorry."

"You apologize a lot." You glance back at him with a soft smirk and pat the spot beside you. "Wanna sit?"

His feet almost trip over themselves as he sits next to you, keenly aware of how close you are. The night is quiet outside, the complete opposite from the ruckus happening inside, and you both relax in the calming silence. Well, relax might've been too strong a word. Izuku was finding it very hard to stay calm when you were right there with the faint scent of your perfume flowing over him.

"You ever just...look up?" You murmur, fixing your gaze on the brightest star in the sky.

"Look up?" He mirrors your action.

"Yeah, you know, just watch." You pull your focus to him. "I used to do that a lot with my dad. We would just sit outside all night long and make up silly stories about all the constellations we didn't know. Like Freddy the Baboon over there-" you point up, but falter. The stars aren't visible enough to see the full constellations. "Hmm, I guess you can't see it here, too many lights."

A small frown etches across your face as you sit up to curl your knees back to your chest and rest your chin on them. Your finger scratches little circles on one knee. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea; looking at the pitiful amount of stars only further digs in the fact that this wasn't home. Of course, you loved being here learning at one of the top hero schools, meeting great friends, but it just wasn't home.

"Uh," you clear your throat. "We should probably go back in."

You stand, dust off your pants, and adjust your now stretched out sweater. Izuku gets up too, but when you turn to head for the door, he develops a sudden bout of courage and grabs your arm.

"Hey L/N?" His hand is warm and gentle on your arm, but he must have caught you staring at it and quickly tears it away. "Maybe you'd wanna, um..." The sudden burst of confidence is quickly draining. "Uh, well, I was thinking, if you'd want...we could...you know, look up again...sometime...together?" He nearly squeaks out the last few words.

He looks so frazzled that you can't help the soft giggle that escapes your lips, only serving to redden his face more.

"I'd like that." In your own burst of confidence, you lean in and lightly kiss his cheek. "I'd really like that."

The poor boy short-circuits. His fingers brush over the spot on his burning cheeks in awe. He just stares at you, mouth agape, like he just saw a galaxy in full view for the first time.

"Come on, we're missing all the fun." You grab his hand and pull him along, except that he doesn't budge. You fear you may have broken him. "I'm sorry, I probably should've asked before I did that."

"No!" He feverishly shakes his head and steps quite close. "That was-I'm-It's-I" He can't seem to find the right words so he just grabs your face with that same determined look he always makes when training, and just goes for it.

His lips are soft as they crash into yours in an almost desperate manner. It shocks you for a second before you melt into the kiss. He's a bit shaky and inexperienced, and you can't help the smile that finally breaks you apart. It only lasted a few seconds, but you still find yourself trying to catch your breath.

He blinks, beet red, eyes wide, and takes a step back before you gently place a hand on his arm. You open your mouth to say something, but your brain is too flustered to come up with any words.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I just-" you cut him off with a kiss of your own.

His hands come up to cup your face and you finally understand just how fast of a learner he is. You wrap your arms around your neck to pull him closer to you when the front door bursts open and the two of you jump apart faster than lightning.

It's Mina. "There you guys are." She waves at you, none the wiser. "Come on, we're about to start the next game, it's..." She glances between the two of you, finally aware she might've interrupted something. "Uh, but take you're time, it'll take a while to get everyone rounded up anyway." She winks at you as she backs away and disappears inside with a giddy grin.

You peek at Izuku, sure that your face was just as red as his. He rubs his neck and offers his hand, which you gladly accept. He can't help the All Might sized smile that spreads across his face. On your way up the stairs, you catch a glimpse of a shooting star flash through the sky. It seems things are finally starting to look up.

BONUS:

"Izuku?" You rush down the hallway when you see him standing outside his door. "What's the emergency? Are you alright?"

"What?" He cocks his head. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to show you something."

"Okay, well next time, when you send an S.O.S., it better be an S.O.S." You playfully punch his arm. "So what is it?"

"It's in here." He opens the door.

The room is completely dark, even though the sun has yet to dip under the horizon. The windows must have been blacked out. He extends his arm and waits for you to walk in first. You raise a brow but step inside anyway. He shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you in pitch black.

"Uh, Izuku?" You feel around for him.

"Look up." He simply says.

You do and that's when a million little lights flicker to life across the ceiling. It looked like he'd somehow captured the entire night sky and smuggled it into his room. You gape at the colorful sight and step further in, twirling around. There must have been a fog machine hidden somewhere because the sky seemed to swirl above you in a mesmerizing wave.

"How did-"

"I wanted you to feel at home." He rubs the back of his neck with a shy smile. "Where you could see all the stars."

"And more." You murmur. "Izuku, this, this is amazing. How on earth did you do this?"

"Aoyama and Yaoyorozu helped. Do you like it?" He shifts from foot to foot, not quite confident enough to look up at you.

"Do I like it?" You stretched your fingers out above you, finding all the constellations. It was a perfect re-creation of the night sky you remembered, but more vibrant and a lot more cozier. "This is absolutely stunning." Your eyes land on him and you hold out your hand. "I can't believe you did this for me."

He eagerly takes your hand and you pull him close, leaning into his chest. The blush that burns across his face is masked by the darkness, for which he is grateful.

"So," he looks up. "What's the story with Freddy the Baboon?"

[ladyseaheart1668]

Endless Summer Book 4: Daughter of Vaanu (Chapter 56)

Description: The Catalysts attempt to return to their lives as River Skye finally comes home.  tagging: @endlesshero1122 @mysteli @feartheendlesssummer @whatmcsaid @tigerbryn11

Chapter 56: Not Over

Alodia

I almost can’t believe how quickly I start to feel better once the fever breaks. The pain, which had felt like some hellish demon with teeth made of red-hot iron gnawing at my lower back, begins to recede within hours. 

“That’s how it tends to go with an infection like this once we find the right antibiotic,” the doctor tells me. “You are fortunate, though. These days, a lot of bacteria have developed resistance to antibiotics. But the infection is responding well to treatment, and all your vitals and your blood work look good. And your daughter appears as healthy as a baby horse. ...I would just like to take a quick look at how you’re healing from the birth if that’s okay.” 

I nod, turning onto my back with Jake’s help as the doctor draws the curtain around the bed. Improved as I am, I know I’m not at full strength yet, because moving still hurts. I guess I must have winced, because the doctor raises an eyebrow in concern as she pulls on a pair of gloves.

“You okay there?” 

“I think so. Guess I’m still pretty sore.” 

“That’s to be expected. You probably won’t feel one-hundred percent for another week or two at least.” 

I draw my knees up and part my thighs while the doctor pulls up a stool at the foot of the bed and lifts the blanket. I keep my attention focused on Jake’s face above me and the pressure of his hand on mine as the doctor carries out her checks. Occasionally, I let my eyes wander around to the multiple bouquets and mylar balloons that have built up over the past couple days, gifts from the Catalysts, Tahira’s team, my aunt and uncle, and Jake and Diego’s parents. 

“Everything is healing beautifully. Stitches should be dissolved by next week. You’re probably going to be feeling pretty tender for a while though.��� 

“Yeah, we had the whole tearing conversation with my OB in California some time ago.” 

“Good. If you have any pressing questions regarding the birth and recovery, you can of course ask me, or one of the maternity staff. We can also forward your hospital records to your regular OBGYN.” 

“How long do you think it will be before we can go home?” Jake asks. 

She pulls the blanket back down and stands, peeling off her gloves. “Well, the fact is, we want to get her and your baby out of here ASAP to lower the chances of either of them picking up a secondary infection.” She smiles at me. “Now that the fever’s gone, we’re gonna get you off the drip and onto some oral antibiotics, and we can pretty much start the discharge process immediately.” 

“So soon?” My own question surprises me, but it’s out of my mouth before I realize it’s on the end of my tongue. 

“Believe me, it’s better we get you both out of here.” 

“I know. It’s not that I want to stay here. It’s just...thinking about how we’re going to get home...how soon we can get home…” 

“That’s all taken care of, Princess. Aleister is having Castor and Pollux deep cleaned, and he and Grace are gonna put us up for a few days until Mike gets up here from Santo Domingo. Diego and Varyyn are with Estela and Quinn, and your aunt and uncle basically paid for hotel rooms for everyone else.” 

His infodump has my head reeling a little, but there was one particular tidbit I find myself fixing on. 

“Why is Mike…?” I trail off as realization crashes down on me in an icy wave. A bit of information I had nearly forgotten in my struggle to bring my baby safely into the world while fighting a fever. Jake wasn’t worrying about me for all that time from the safety of our home in California. I don’t know the details, but I have a sinking feeling that has something to do with the reason that Mike isn’t here with us now. 

Jake folds my hand between his palms, glancing at the doctor. “Hey...do you have everything you need? I’d like a few minutes alone with my wife, if that’s okay.” 

“Of course. I’ll get the ball rolling on your discharge.” 

I wait until I’m sure she’s well clear of the room before I reach to stroke Jake’s cheek. “...I know Lundgren got his filthy hands on you. ...Fiddler told me. ...I’m guessing he got a hold of Mike, too.” 

He leans into my touch. “...And Sean and Michelle. Nabbed us all as I was bringing ‘em back from the island.” 

“I don’t know if she told me that. That conversation got swallowed up in worrying about you, and then I got sick and River started coming, and…” I swallow, running my thumb along the fuzzy ridge of his cheekbone. “...Did they hurt you? Any of you?” 

He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “Knocked us all around a little. Michelle’s the smart one, of course, so she escaped the worst. ...Mike’s in Santo Domingo having his prosthetics repaired. Lundgren ripped them out ot torture him.” 

I shudder. “Oh, god...Oh, Jake, I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…” 

I’m crying before I realize it. And as soon as I do realize, it turns into sobbing. Jake reaches down to gather me in his arms and cradle my head against his shoulder, rocking me tenderly. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs into my hair. “It’s okay. He’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine. In a few days, we’ll be home with our baby.” 

“I w-wanna be home,” I hiccup. “I wanna be home with River, but I’m scared of leaving everyone again. I just wanna bring them all home with us…” 

“Well, it’s a very big house. ...On the other hand, you cram us all into the same house long term, it might start to feel less big. Plus, it would mean a brutal cross-country commute for some of them.” 

I can’t help chuckling a little bit, which makes the sobs start to die down. Jake gives me a moment to get myself under control before he speaks again. 

“...How are you feeling, Princess? Really?” 

“Physically?” I pull back gently to lie down on the pillow again. “Definitely better. My head is clearer, and I don’t hurt as much. But I’m still worn out. And by the way, you’re gonna have to make due with blow jobs for awhile, because it’s gonna be a long time before you stick that thing in me again, if ever.” 

It’s his turn to laugh, and he bends to kiss me. “Princess, I will tug it for the rest of my life as long as you’re still a part of that life.” 

“I will be a part of your life as long as the universe allows,” I promise. “...But Jake, we both know this isn’t over.” 

He sighs, and I see his forehead crease before he presses it to mine. “I know. I know you’re right. But for River’s sake--and mine--will you let the others take care of that for now? I ain’t saying don’t worry, because I know that’s impossible. But River and I need you healthy. Can you stand to let yourself be looked after for a while?” 

I feel a rueful smile tug at one corner of my mouth. “Am I to assume that arguing is pointless?” 

A tapping at the open door to the birthing suite distracts Jake from answering. We both look up to find Raj and Diego hovering in the doorway, Raj with a paper bag in his hand, and Diego with his right arm in a soft blue sling. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since River was born, and I sit up a little straighter as he hesitantly steps over the threshold. 

“...Are we interrupting?” 

The baby has started fussing, and Jake eases off the edge of the bed to go pick her up. I open my arms to Diego. Just before he rushes into them, I see his face twist with anguish. And as he falls against me, his one-armed grip is surprisingly strong. 

“Goddammit, Allie,” he whispers quiveringly. “Goddammit…” 

“...Did I scare you?” 

He pulls back sharply, enough so he can look me in the face, but he keeps a grip on my shoulder. “Did you scare me?! You had me on my knees saying the Ave Maria! Do you know how long it’s been since I said the Ave Maria?!” 

There isn’t really a lot I can say to that, but I smile ruefully. “...Thanks for staying with me.” 

“What, you thought I’d bail?” 

I snort. “God, no. But I can still be grateful.” 

“...You’re really okay?” 

I nod. “I’m fine. The fever is gone, and the wound doesn’t really hurt anymore. I’m still pretty sore down there, though.” 

A smile finally starts to play cautiously around his mouth. “...Well, that part’s Jake’s problem.” 

“How about you?” I ask, gingerly touching the strap of his navy blue sling. 

“That’s nothing serious. It was dislocated, but they popped it back in. Just got to wear this for a few more days, and take it easy once we get back home. ...Raj brought food, by the way.” 

“Oh!” I pull back a little to smile at Raj. “Sorry, big guy. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” 

Raj chuckles. “We’ll blame it on the new mommy brain and leave it at that. Speaking of which…” He shoos Diego back enough that he can drag my bed table over across my lap, and sets an insulated lunch box on top. “I figured you could do with something better than hospital fruit cups and oatmeal, so I brought you a special Raj lunch. Michelle supervised its creation, and it’s full of stuff that’s supposed to be good for new moms.” 

“What is it?” 

“So glad you asked!” With a flourish, he opens the bag, and pulls out each item in turn, presenting them like a game show prize lady. “A sandwich of salmon, spinach, and poached egg on whole wheat bread with a garlic white bean spread; in case you are extra hungry, a side of gourmet trail mix made from an assortment of nuts and dried fruit; and to drink, a pineapple-orange-banana smoothie with extra protein powder, and just a few extra leaves of spinach!” 

I can’t help but be uplifted by his enthusiasm, and hold out my arms for a hug. “I must be the most spoiled new mother in the world.” 

Raj embraces me lightly over the table. “As you should be. You know in some Asian cultures, a new mother spends a whole month resting while her mother-in-law takes care of her and the baby.” 

“Oh yeah?” I look at Jake. “Think your mother would spend a month taking care of me?” 

“Honestly, I bet she would. The problem would be getting her to ease up and let you start taking care of things after the month was up.” 

“Hmm...probably best not to give her ideas then.” 

“Probably. We’ll have my folks over in few more months, when we’ve had a chance to get settled.” 

“...But…” Raj says, “in the meantime, do you think you guys will be needing any extra help? I know it’s going to be a pretty full house as it is, but Diego’s going to want to take it easy with lifting and stuff for a while, and Michelle says Mike will probably need time to recover, too. If you need a couple extra pairs of hands and someone to do the cooking, I have some downtime, and I know Lila would be happy to come along.” 

I look questioningly at Jake, who shrugs. “I don’t have anything against that. It’s a big enough house. And if Varyyn and I are gonna be the only ones at full strength for the time being, I wouldn’t say no to a couple extra pairs of hands.”

“And probably better those hands be Raj and Lila than anyone’s parents,” Diego adds. “I bet Varyyn would prefer not having to wear his disguise twenty-four-seven.” 

“Yeah. And,” Jake adds with a sigh, shifting River to rest against his shoulder, “it’s probably preferable not to involve anyone who ain’t already involved in the bigger picture. ...Like you said before, Princess, this ain’t over.” 

“But for now, we’re all safe and sound, and Allie has a lunch to eat.” Diego smiles encouragingly as he pushes the tinfoil-wrapped sandwich toward me. “Go on. Dig in.” 

Jake

I gotta admit, it does my heart good to see my wife savoring the meal Raj brought her and enjoying our friends’ company. She seems almost back to her old self as she talks and tells jokes and teases with them. Although, as I put River in her arms, I can’t help but be reminded that she’ll never be exactly like her old self again. Not now that she’s a mama. Not like I’m ever gonna be exactly like my old self again either. I’m a daddy now. That’s gonna change me forever. The thought scares me, like it has a lot over the past nine months. But just a look at that precious little face is enough to reassure me that I am never gonna regret it. 

Diego and Raj eventually leave us on our own again. After nursing and burping, River sleeps just long enough that we can fill out her birth certificate, nestled side-by-side on the bed. From there, it’s not more than an hour or two before they’re wheeling Alodia toward the hospital exit with River in her arms again while I walk at her shoulder, a baby carrier in the crook of my elbow and my arms laden with flowers and mini mylar balloons. Any staff we happen to pass on the way out smile and wave or give us their congratulations. I have a feeling that in a hospital, any chance to see a patient off happy and healthy is a cause for celebration, and that probably goes double for a new mama leaving with a baby. 

Grace is waiting in a car for us at the curb outside the hospital. One of Reggie’s old carseats is in the backseat. Grace settles the baby in the carseat while I help Alodia into the seat beside her. 

“There’s a surprise for you guys when we get to our place,” Grace informs us as I circle around the car to get in on the other side of River. 

“Nothing too strenuous, I hope,” Alodia quips. “I am not up for a party yet.” 

Grace chuckles as she starts up the car. “Oh, believe me, I realize that. No, everyone is pretty sure parties are off the table for you for the time being. ...But you do know that everyone is going to want to see you before you leave, right? You gave us a scare, and no one wants you to go before we all know you’re okay. ...Plus, everyone wants to see River.” 

“I am not opposed to visitors,” Alodia assures her. “Just...only a few at a time.” 

“Absolutely. We won’t let you get overwhelmed.” 

“River, either,” Alodia adds, stroking our sleeping daughter’s downy hair. “Poor thing is probably overwhelmed as it is, suddenly coming into all this noise and color and light.” 

“Birth is the craziest thing that ever happens to us, and none of us remember it,” I remark, letting the blade of my forefinger run gently back and forth across the soft back of River’s tiny hand. Her little fingers twitch just slightly, and the base of her pacifier rocks back and forth across her lips, but she doesn’t wake up. I don’t expect the quiet will last. 

River does sleep throughout the half hour or so it takes to drive to Aleister and Grace’s luxury Northbridge apartment. As we pull up to the curb, I realize what our surprise is. 

“Mike!” 

I must have been a little louder than I thought, because River wakes up with a cry that can only be described as irritated, but it doesn’t fully register until I have already launched myself out of the car towards Mike. He’s balancing on a walker, so I at least have the good sense not to jostle him, but I can’t hold myself back from grasping him firmly by the shoulders. He grins, carefully removing his hands from the walker one at a time to grasp me back. 

“Good to see ya, Grandpa.” 

“Shit, you too! We weren’t expecting you for another couple days! How are you feeling?” 

“Well, as you can tell,” he says, nodding at the walker, “I’m not quite ready to run a marathon yet. But my new legs are healing up nice. ...Good to see you, Goldilocks.” 

His gaze shifts over my shoulder, and I turn to look back at my wife supporting herself on Aleister’s arm while Grace bounces River in her arms. Alodia smirks at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. 

“I feel like I should make a joke about you abandoning your wife and child in the car to go hang out with your buddy,” she drawls. 

I grin sheepishly as Mike carefully returns his grip to the walker. “Sorry about that. Let me make it up to you.” 

I lunge and sweep her up bridal style, and I have the pleasure of feeling her arms twine around my neck. 

“Mmm, much better. However, unlike your daughter, I am actually capable of walking.” 

“But you don’t have to. Not right now, anyway.” But I do return her to her feet after capturing her mouth in a kiss. I don’t entirely take my hands off her yet, though. After her ordeal, I don’t think she’s really that much steadier than Mike right now. Her grip as she slips her arm through mine confirms my concerns. 

I’m standing between my wife and my best friend, and neither of them are fully able to stand under their own power. I’m starting to feel that much more grateful to Raj for volunteering to help us out for a while. 

I think Mike notices Alodia’s weakness, too, because his forehead creases just a little. “You all right, Goldilocks? From what I hear, you gave everyone a real scare.” 

“It was pretty scary on my end, too. But I’m fine now. How about you?” 

Mike shrugs. “Ahh, you know. A few weeks of rehab, I’ll be a six-million dollar man again. In the meantime,” he adds wryly, stroking the frame of his walker, “it’ll be hard to call Jake ‘Grandpa’ when I’m dottering around on this thing.” 

“You just called me ‘Grandpa’ two minutes ago.” 

“And I cannot tell you how hard I internally cringed. Seriously, if you could have seen my internal expression, you’d have thought I was sucking lemons.” 

I am morally obligated to reach out and swat him for that, but before I can, Alodia abruptly steps forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders. It’s an awkward embrace, encumbered by the walker and both of them still being weak, but it’s a sincere one, and Mike leans into it gratefully. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Alodia murmurs. 

“You too,” Mike says softly, reaching up to pat her shoulder with one hand. “But can we go inside? I wanna properly meet that baby you’ve been carrying around for the past nine months!” 

***

The Catalysts come by in shifts throughout the afternoon and evening, apparently having planned it all out beforehand. No one stays more than an hour at a time, which proves to be a good thing, since Alodia is clearly worn out by about eight in the evening. We’re set up in the guest room of the Rourke apartment, with River in a bassinet beside us, and Mike on the foldaway bed in the living room. 

Alodia nurses River and rocks her to sleep before lying down herself. At first, I curl up beside Alodia in bed. She’s asleep within minutes, but I’m not as quick. And after an hour, it’s pretty clear that I’m not on my way to dreamland any time soon. I don’t want to leave Alodia or River. I never want to leave Alodia’s side again. But I’m restless. Anxious. And eventually, the desire not to disturb what precious little sleep my wife might have before our daughter wakes her up again wins out over my irrational need to pace back and forth between them. I check the windows, making sure they’re locked, then I slip out of the room as quietly as I can, heading back out into the living room. 

I find Mike, Aleister, and Grace all seated in the living room. On the coffee table are four short, round glasses and a bottle of golden red liquid that I’m guessing is some kind of whiskey. 

“We were starting to wonder if you had also fallen asleep,” Aleister says. He gestures to the glasses. “We thought you might like to wet your baby’s head.” 

“Kind of a weird expression,” I remark. Nonetheless, I pick up the bottle and take a seat in an armchair to read the label. “Ooh, Irish Mist. Fancy.” 

“It is not every day that one becomes a father. The night Reginald was born, Diego, Varyyn, and I toasted his birth with Irish Mist.” 

I crack open the bottle, and lean forward to fill each of the four glasses about halfway. I set down the bottle and raise my glass, the others following suit. 

“To River Skye McKenzie, my beautiful angel. And to her mother, my better half, who is truly the best and bravest of us.” 

“Here, here!” Grace says. We clink glasses, and I take a long, deep drink, savoring the sweet notes of honey and spices riding atop the alcoholic burn of whiskey. I return my glass to the table empty and lean back in my chair. 

“When my sister and I both were born, my grandpa had my dad and the men of the neighborhood over to smoke cigars on the porch.” I chuckle a little. “Rebecca remembers helping our grandma in the kitchen, and seeing all the men outside smoking. She says what she remembers most about the day I was born was our dad coming in from outside to give her a hug, but she pushed him away and said, ‘No, Daddy! You stink!’” 

My story prompts the expected laughter. 

“I am afraid Irish Mist will have to do tonight,” Aleister says. “I did not think to buy cigars. Nor would I know enough to ensure I was purchasing a quality product. As I understand it, Cuban cigars are the best, but those are illegal.” 

Mike shudders. “Honestly, I think the smell of a Cuban would be enough to give me flashbacks. Lundgren used to smoke contraband Cubans.” 

“Same here,” I agree. “I mean...there was that one time…” 

“...That one time what?” 

I chuckle a little, rubbing the back of my head. “Okay, no one currently in this room was there when Zahra blew up MASADA…” 

“What’s that got to do with Cuban cigars?” 

I sigh, but in spite of myself, in spite of how literally everyone else in the room with me was in some kind of bad situation at the time, I feel a smile playing around my mouth at the memory. 

“Okay, so it’s me, Alodia, Sean, Quinn, Estela, Craig, and Zahra trying to find another way out of the complex after the gondola gets severed, and when we go through a control room, Zahra gets the idea to blow the whole thing up. We figure it’s worth the couple extra minutes, so we let her do it. And while she’s rigging the system, I find one of Lundgren’s Cubans somewhere on the floor. ...And I light it up. But only to spite the bastard.” 

“But did you enjoy it?” Mike asks. 

“Hell, yeah! The hype ain’t a lie, buddy. Not saying I’d do it again unless it were one of his personal stash, but that was a real good smoke. ...Still...it wouldn’t be right to celebrate River with Cuban cigars. Lundgren and Rourke did enough to taint her birth.” 

“Nothing has been tainted,” Grace says firmly. “She and Alodia both came through it well and healthy.”

“I ain’t losing sight of what’s important,” I assure her. “But I can’t let my guard down, either.  ...We all know this ain’t over.” 

Grace sighs. “...No, you’re right. It isn’t over. ...Which means...I should probably tell you what I learned in Ireland.”

Diego

I knew that the Catalysts wouldn’t have sat on their hands while any of their own were in danger, but I am surprised to learn just how busy they were during the time that Allie and I were in Arachnid’s claws. I’m even more surprised--and frankly unsettled--by some of the things they learned. Yvonne might be alive. Lundgren flew the same plane that killed Allie’s parents, even though the twisted wreckage of that plane is the property of the NTSB. The whole mess with Allie’s mom, that weird AI message from a program made by Allie’s mom. It all leaves us with a lot more questions than answers. 

I told the police everything I felt like I could safely tell them. I went so far as to tell them that I think Everett Rourke might be alive because that’s who our kidnappers claimed they were taking us to. I don’t know if they believed me. I don’t know if the future of the Vaanti is safe. A part of me hopes that they lose interest in the case since everyone who was abducted has been recovered safely. But I also know that none of us are really safe until Rourke is either back behind bars or dead. 

Aleister and Estela make all the travel arrangements for those of us going back to California, including my folks and Allie’s. Castor carries me, Allie, Jake, Varyyn, Mike, Raj, Lila, Rebecca, and River. For once, Jake and Mike aren’t going to be flying. Pollux is taking our families. A third plane, smaller but no less luxurious, takes Jake’s parents back to Louisiana. They’re reluctant to leave him. They don’t want to be apart from their son, or their daughter, or their granddaughter. He assures them they can come visit soon, but that their daughter-in-law needs some time to recover first. 

At the airport, Allie’s aunt and uncle hesitate to part from her on the tarmac. Allie stands with River in her arms, patiently enduring as Molly smoothes her hair and kisses her forehead, asking if she’s sure Allie doesn’t want her and Rob to wait at the airport in California to drive her home. When Allie insists she’s sure; that Molly and Rob should go ahead and get home so they can rest. Rob says they’ll make sure there are cars waiting for us to take us all back to the house in Laguna. 

My parents board the plane before I arrive at the airport. On board the plane, I nestle up with Varyyn on one of the double-width leather seats. I wind my arms around him and bury my face in his shoulder, inhaling his scent. He kisses the top of my head. 

“Are you alright, my love?” he murmurs. 

“...I’ll be fine,” I assure him. “I’m just...disappointed. I knew my parents weren’t ready to meet you. But I had hoped...I don’t know. I had hoped it wouldn’t be like this. Even if I knew it probably would be.” 

Varyyn sighs, bringing a hand up to stroke my cheek. “They may yet come around. Or they may not. In the end, it is up to them. All I can promise is that I will love you regardless of their decision.” 

“...I love you, too.” 

“You guys all set?” Raj’s voice makes me look up. The others are boarding behind us and finding their seats. Jake helps Allie settle in and get her seatbelt on, River still cradled in her arms. 

“Are you sure a plane is really the best way to travel with a newborn?” Lila asks. 

“When the choices are between a rental car, a train, or a private plane for a cross-country trip, a private plane is hands down the best option,” Rebecca declares. “I mean, if we were on a commercial plane, I’d think twice, since those things are basically flying petri dishes. But this plane has been deep-cleaned, unlike the train. It’s more comfortable than a car, and faster than both the car or the train.” 

“Yeah, but what about her little ears? All the pressure?” 

“The doctor says that if I nurse her during take-off and landing, that should keep her comfortable. Besides...I just want to be home.” 

Home. The word washes through me in a way that comforts me even as it makes me want to cry. Images flash through my mind of the house I share with my husband, my best friend, her husband, and his best friend--and now, my little niece and goddaughter. Watching movies in the living room with Allie. Sharing dinner around the table or out on the balcony. Cuddling with Varyyn in the hot tub in the evening, letting the warm, swirling water sap the energy from my body, and then sliding into bed beside him and drifting off to sleep in his arms. At home, I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to walk on eggshells or worry about losing anyone’s love. At home, I’m safe and free. I meet my best friend’s eyes, offering her a tired smile. 

“I’m with you, Allie. Let’s get home.” 

Raj

Nothing but the best for my friends, that’s my motto. I came to the house in Laguna Beach to make sure that my friends would have the best care while they needed it, and I waste no time in getting down to business. Alodia, Diego, and Mike need space to convalesce. But with a new baby in a huge house like this, there is a lot to be done. Jake and Varyyn can’t be expected to do everything, and that’s where I and Lila come in. 

River is constantly monitored. Whenever she cries, someone is ready to come running to change her diaper, or to bring her to Alodia for feeding. I prepare meals ahead of time that can be easily heated and served, so no one goes hungry. Lila helps me cook and keep the house clean. Alodia’s aunt and uncle attempt to send cleaning and catering services to her at one point, but they end up being politely refused. Lila and I have everything under control, and none of us want strangers poking around here. 

Alodia is occasionally moody, snapping at everyone to stop fussing over her, and she can’t wait to be free of this gilded cage and go back out into the world. This is usually followed by tearful apologies, with all of us assuring her that we don’t take it personally. She just had a baby, she’s allowed to be moody. Besides, the moment someone places River in her arms, it seems like everything is right in her world, and everything is right in our world, too. 

...Except it’s not. Not entirely. 

River is happy and healthy. Alodia is getting her strength back. Diego gets rid of the sling, and Mike starts to get around without the walker again. But underneath the surface, there is still trauma. There’s still fear. 

“They’re having nightmares,” I tell Lila one morning as we’re preparing breakfast. She pauses for a moment with a knife poised above an orange before swiftly slicing it in half. 

“Is that so surprising?” she asks. She doesn’t look at me as she speaks, but concentrates on making sure the thick, white heart of the orange half in her hand is positioned properly on the cone of the juicer before she presses down and begins to twist. Bright yellow juice splashes down into the container below. 

“Well, no. But it is sad. Jake and Alodia especially should be concentrating on enjoying their new baby, not having nightmares and worrying about whether Rourke’s coming back for them.” 

Lila pulls the now-deflated orange rind off the cone of the juicer and tosses it on the countertop. Ribbons of tattered orange flesh cling to the inside of the rind. She picks up the other half. 

“...Do you ever have nightmares from Mr. Rourke?” she asks softly. 

“Of course,” I reply. “Not as much as before, but I think we all have them sometimes. After what we all went through, I think I’d be more surprised if any of us didn’t.” 

The twisting of the orange on the juicer slows just slightly. The toaster pops behind me, and I pluck four pieces of perfectly browned bread from the slots to toss onto a plate. 

“...I have nightmares, too.” 

The butter has been softening on the counter, and my knife slides easily through it. The heat from the toast softens it further, and it spreads cleanly. 

“...You want to talk about it?” 

Lila shakes her head, picking up her knife and another orange. “No. Not now. They don’t really matter anyway. They’re about things that happened in the past. I’m less scared of them than I am of what happens in the future.” 

“Do you mean Rourke’s next move?” 

“Of course that scares me. ...But more than that, I’m scared of him trying to use me against all of you again.” 

“We won’t let that happen, Lila. You’re safe with us.” 

“...But are you safe with me?” 

I pause a moment before putting down my knife. I turn to Lila, put one hand on each of her shoulders, and turn her toward me. 

“Lila...look at me. ...Has Rourke approached you at all since you’ve been with us again?” 

Her eyes widen in what looks like genuine surprise. “What? No, I...that isn’t what I meant!” 

I relax just a little. “...Okay.” I slowly take my hands away from her shoulders. “...You’d tell me if he had, wouldn’t you?” 

She nods. “Of course.” 

“Good. ...Because if he approaches you again, we can help you. We can help keep you out from under his thumb. ...We’re not gonna let him just have you back.” 

A weak smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “I believe you.” She hastily turns back to the oranges in front of her. “You should...um...finish buttering before the toast gets cold.” 

Overhead, the sharp, piercing cry of an infant rings through the air. I smile. Another morning blending into another day. It’s not perfect. We’ve got reason to worry. But for now, all is well. 

Diego

I keep my head down as I move through the halls of my high school, clutching the straps of my worn-out backpack. It’s the same shabby gray one I’ve been carrying since freshman year. I’m a junior now, and the corners near the bottom are starting to fray where the sharp corners of paper-bag covered textbooks have dug into them. 

My stomach growls. I skipped lunch again today. My parents were gone to work early again, and I didn’t leave myself enough time to make myself anything this morning. I barely had time to scarf down a banana for breakfast. I didn’t have enough cash for a cafeteria lunch, either, and besides, I preferred spending my lunch period playing on the computer in the library to sitting by myself at the end of a table filled with noisy strangers anyway. 

If I can scrape together enough change from the bottom of my pencil case, I might have enough to get a bag of chips from the vending machine before I have to go to my after school job. But for now, my hunger isn’t all that sharp, and I am heading towards English Lit, the only class I currently look forward to. 

The class is taught by Mr. Hunter. He also teaches the film-making class I want to sign up for next semester. He’s in his early fifties, and not handsome. He is tall and lanky, with gray-green eyes and a dark helmet of slicked back hair that sits atop a rectangular face. He has one of those mustaches that seemed to be popular in the 1970’s that always make a man look a little sketchy. He wears paisley shirts and slacks, and his voice reminds me of Bert from Sesame Street.

Mr. Hunter is the best teacher I’ve ever had at this school. When we studied Romeo and Juliet, he started off by giving us all a printed-off list of Shakespearean insults. When one girl tried to mumble her way through a line-reading, he shouted, “Put some feeling into it, you saucy wench!” 

Mr. Hunter is also gay, and he does not attempt to hide this. When my parents ask about my teachers and which ones I like best, I leave this fact out. If they knew, they would make me switch to another class. Mr. Hunter has a picture of himself with his boyfriend on his desk. I’ve seen it when I’ve gone up to hand in assignments. His partner is bald and ruddy-skinned. He’s not handsome, either, but he has an open, friendly smile. Sometimes, I imagine them kissing. I worry that I have a crush on Mr. Hunter. 

On the post of every classroom door is a laminated pink triangle, with a message proclaiming that this is a safe space for LGBTQ students. These triangles are mandated by the school district. Not every teacher honors them. One teacher actually tore hers down and refused to put it back up. She was fired. Last year, two girls were voted “Cutest Couple” in their senior class. I look at the triangles, prominently displayed as I walk into each classroom, and I don’t feel particularly safe. I feel safe in Mr. Hunter’s classroom. 

Inside Mr. Hunter’s classroom, two boys from the football team act out a love poem with one of them in a curly blond wig and the bottom of his shirt tucked into his collar to create a crop top. They end with a flourish, with the boy in the wig jumping into the other boy’s arms and goosing him. Everyone applauds their performance, including Mr. Hunter. 

Outside Mr. Hunter’s classroom, guys of all stripes growl “faggot” in my direction, and even the girls who are nice to me seem pitying more than anything. There’s a Pride club that meets after school two days a week, but I don’t dare join. I’m slowly realizing I can’t deny the truth anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can just announce it to the world. 

I have just enough change to buy a bag of chips after school. I put it in my backpack as I make my way toward the library where I work for a few hours each day. I see Sam Dzugan eyeing me as I pass through the main doors to the school, and feel dread so familiar that it’s almost dull. Of all the bullies at this school, Sam is the worst. He also knows where I work. If he’s bored and hungry for a power fix tonight, I’m in for a rough walk home. 

But he doesn’t follow me to work. At the library, I set to work filing back the books from the return cart. As I do, my mind wanders to the same place it always does: Alodia. 

Alodia. My ideal friend. I conjure up an image of her beside me. She would be pretty, like all the most popular girls at school. I summon a small, pale figure with blonde hair, big blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. I talk with her in my head as I wander the aisles of the library with the return cart. I can picture her cheeky smile as clearly as if she were really beside me. I have spent many years getting the details of her perfect. Early incarnations of her were dark-haired. Green-eyed. Taller. I drew pictures of her. I wrote down her description in a private notebook that I kept under my mattress. But she never felt as real as when I wrote her with golden blonde hair and sapphire eyes. 

She laughs at all my jokes as I work the rest of my shift. I forgot to eat the chips I bought, and I’m hungry enough now to start feeling dizzy. ...Alodia would invite me to dinner at her house. A huge, fancy house with a pool, where a chef would have prepared a gourmet meal. 

“Don’t worry about Sam,” she would say. “If he gives you any trouble, I’ll fight him off.” ...Because Alodia would be fierce. A fighter. Alodia was a hero. A hero who loved me unconditionally. 

Alodia was never meant to be my lover. I wasn’t looking for a lover when I first dreamed Alodia into existence, which is probably why I always imagined her as a girl. I could scarcely imagine having a lover before I had a friend. That was what Alodia was to me. A friend. A friend who would always love me. A friend who I could tell my secrets to without judgment. A friend to fight for me and protect me, who saw value in me, and needed me back. 

But my friend is a fantasy. And when I leave work and Sam corners me in the encroaching darkness, Alodia vanishes…

...I wake up with a gasp, bolting upright in the darkness of my room. Beside me, Varyyn grunts in his sleep and rolls over, the moonlight reflecting off his blue skin. I stare at his sleeping form for a moment, trying to take stock of myself. I’m shaking. My pajamas are damp with sweat. I feel cold. I feel sick and empty with fear. I don’t exactly remember what I was dreaming about, but one thought keeps echoing in my mind: Allie. I have to find Allie. 

I slip out of bed as gently as I can while I’m still trembling. I don’t want to wake Varyyn. As I slip into the hall, motion-sensitive lights plugged into the sockets near the floor illuminate my path. My dream is still hazy, but bits and pieces trickle back as I shuffle down the hall with my hand on the wall. I was alone. Allie didn’t exist. It was a timeline that I have all but forgotten, and it felt entirely too real. 

I need to find her. Or at least evidence that she still exists. The door to the nursery is slightly ajar, enough that I can see the soft glow from the lamp on the bedside table. I peek through the crack in the door and relief floods through me. Allie, bundled up in her robe and slippers, sits in the rocking chair with River in her arms, gently rocking back and forth. I exhale slowly. I should go back to bed, but I am not ready to let her out of my sight yet. I start to push open the door. She gasps a little, looking up sharply. 

“Oh, Diego!” She smiles at me, settling back into her chair. “You startled me.” 

“Sorry,” I whisper back. “...Did I wake up River?” 

“No. I just fed her, so she’ll probably be out for an hour or two.” She looks up at me as I come to settle into the armchair across from her. “...What are you doing up?” 

“...Bad dream,” I admit. “...About...about you. I had to come check on you or I was never going to get back to sleep.” 

I half-expect her to joke about me being a creeper watching her while she sleeps, but instead she sighs. “...I kinda know the feeling.” 

“Yeah. I bet you do.” 

“You wanna stay up with me for awhile?” 

“Yeah. But I feel like I should be telling you to get some sleep while you can.” 

“I probably should be sleeping,” she admits. “...But I don’t really want to let her go.” 

There’s not really much I feel like I need to say to that. I understand. I don’t think there’s anyone in this house who doesn’t empathize with that feeling in one way or another. Especially now. 

“...Diego…?” 

“Yeah, Allie?” 

For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything, though her mouth opens and closes a couple times. Then, she swallows and takes a deep breath. 

“...I love you. I love you, and I love Jake, and Raj, and all the Catalysts…” 

“We love you, too, Allie.” 

“...When you imagined me. In that other timeline. When I didn’t come to be until the Island...did you ever imagine my future?” 

I can’t help flinching. Her words feel like a cold pinprick at the top of my spine. “...Allie...I...I don’t really remember that timeline…” 

“I know. I know. But...it happened. It existed. I was once born to be what you needed. What all the Catalysts needed. ...But now...now I have River. Someone new who needs me. She needs me more than any of my Catalysts.” 

“I...I think that’s true,” I say slowly. “...We all love you, and we want you with us. But River is your child. She’s helpless and new. She needs your love and your care and your guidance to survive.” 

“...I’m scared, Diego. I’m scared by how much I love her. I’m scared by how much she needs me.” 

My earlier fear is being replaced with concern that is entirely for my friend.  “...Allie...are you okay? Is this some kind of postpartum depression?” 

“I don’t know what this is, Diego. I know that I love River more than I ever thought I could love anyone alive. I would have torn myself apart for my Catalysts without hesitation. I gave up my existence to give my Catalysts the world. ...But I can’t consider that anymore. Because River needs her mother.” 

“Oh, Allie. That’s not a bad thing. None of us want you to tear yourself apart.” 

“I know. ...But I am afraid of what happens if the world asks for it. ...If I end up at the Threshold again, or a new Raan’losti…” She looks up at me. “...Diego...I think I have to face what’s in the pool shed.” 

I feel my blood run cold. I know what’s in the pool shed. The collection of objects that were left for us in the Crystal dimension when we went to rescue Tahira. Including…

“...Are you sure?” 

She nods. “...It was left for me to find for a reason. I have to touch the Andromeda idol again.” 

[bellatrixobsessed1]

From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 35)

“Go home.” Ojihara grumbles.

“I’m fine, I can do it.”

“But you don’t have to.”

Azula tosses the freshly plucked turnip from one hand to the next. “Well what else am I gonna do do?”

“Go home ‘n take care of yourself.” The old man rolls his eyes. “Like you shouldda weeks ago.”

“I’m fine.”

“Last week, you said that the smell was so overpowerin’ that it was making you nauseous.” Seukhyun adds most unhelpfully. “If I remember right, you were so dizzy that you were leaning against one of the fence posts.”

“I ain’t done that since.” She shrugs.

“Are you gonna complain about how sore you are after work?”

There is already a dull ache beginning in her lower back and her feet and it isn’t quite noon yet. “Most likely.” She admits begrudgingly. “But I don’t want to just sit at home. Let me at least finish up today.”

Ojihara chuckles. “If only Seukhyun over here were that determined to work.”

However reluctantly, he let her finish out her work day. Not that she had lasted it. The scent of turnip is still very much overpowering and it still very much dizzies her. And even if that weren’t an ordeal, bending over is becoming uncomfortable in its awkwardness. A few times every now and again is fine but she is tired of working around the bump and even more exhausted with the aching of her back. It has crawled up to her mid back now. But she can’t just stop, not after begging the old man to let her keep working.

She huffs, her face is red and slicked with sweat. “Why don’t you take a break.” Hajime calls from over the fence. “I brought watermelon.”  He holds out a little bowl. Azula blows a strand of her out of her face and rises to her full height, placing one hand upon her lower back and the other rests upon the bump as she tries to work the ache away. She stumbles back and Hajime holds her upright. She hasn’t been quite as steady on her feet these days.

“Geez, you really need to start taking it easy.” He mumbles. “You can’t exactly do everything you’re used to doing at the moment.

Azula frowns and sighs at the truth of it.

“Come to take your wife home?” Seukhyun asks.

“If Ojihara doesn’t mind.”

“Well good luck, she told Ojihara that she wasn’t leavin’.”

“It’s alright, Hajime wants to spend the night with me.” He does that anyways, but at least now she doesn’t have to admit that she had underestimated just how hard pregnancy would make a whole day in the turnip field.

“I can finish up here.” Seukhyun smiles. “I’m sure Cai wouldn’t mind doing a bit of work, she likes playin’ in the dirt.”

She watches him stoop down and finish uprooting the turnip that she had abandoned. She watches him bend down and rise up repeatedly until he is out of sight. It is going to be strange to not spend her days in the field. Evidently she can’t really remember the last time she had actually relaxed. She has a feeling that feeling restless is going to be a regular thing.

Hajime takes her hand and dabs a towel to her forehead. “I’ve never known anyone who was this bad at relaxing.”

Azula shrugs. “I’m not a lazy person.”

He laughs. “Clearly.”

That day she doesn’t think that she has learned anything in particular. But she supposes that not every day is going to be something deep and profound. Maybe that is a lesson in itself.

.oOo.

Even in the deepest throes of insanity, Azula has never felt such uncontrolled rage. During her agni kai with Zuko she had at least some semblance of care left, a small portion of her conscience that still functioned.

She has pondered, time and time again, what she might be like at her worst. What would she would be reduced to if her mind fled her fully. She never wanted to find out but she speculated all the same. Truth be told she had always assumed that she would grow vicious and brutally violent. She imagined that she would lose inhibitions and find herself screaming and cackling. Just as she had when she was still practically a child.

Her mind is in fact slipping from her control but it is strangely quiet. It isn’t the intense outburst she had expected of her fraying mind but a coldness, and emptiness. A complete loss of emotion. There is no room for sympathy nor pity in her mind neither is there room for love and compassion in her heart.

She wonders what her eyes must look like. She had been certain that they would have been frantic and darting. But now she thinks that they must be dull. There is no ‘gleam of insanity’, there is no gleam at all. There is a lifelessness to them. A lifelessness that comes from the numbness in her soul.

Her apathy, she decides, is much more deadly than her rages. She takes his him by the cheeks and forces him to look into her dulled eyes. He needs to know that she really, truly doesn’t care. That she won’t feel anything at all save for a sick satisfaction…

“Do you remember?”

She knows that he does but she wants to hear it from him. He nods. “Tell me you remember.”

“I remember.” He winces. “I’m…”

She slaps him. She thinks that there is nothing more vexing than an apology born of fear, an apology that can’t fix a damn thing. “Tell me what you did.” She needs to hear it. Needs to hear it so that she can destroy him with every ounce of hatred that she can muster.

“I killed your family.”

She squeezes his face harder until blood blossoms beneath her fingernails.

“I killed your husband and the kid.”

“And…”

“And the old man and his son.”

“And…”

He swallows and when he speaks his voice cracks. “I killed your baby.”

She slaps the man hard enough to feel tingles on her own palm. Hard enough for his head to knock back. Hard enough to lift the front two legs of the chair. “And what should I do to you?” She asks, voice level and low. The coldness within is growing icier with each word. The man swallows. “I asked you a question. Answer it.” She is going to strike him again regardless of his answer or whether or not he answers at all.

When it becomes abundantly clear that he isn’t going to answer her, she delivers the second slap, this time with a palm full of fire. The man’s flesh smolders and he cries out. She still feels nothing. She should feel something; elation, satisfaction, an all encompassing sense of rage. And yet she is still empty, perhaps emptier still as she looks upon the trails of smoke that rise from the man’s face.

“How would you like to lose that other eye?”

“Just kill me.” He mumbles.

“I would have thought that a man like you would have more fight than that.” But then, he had murdered children. There isn’t much strength and glory in that at all. He is a weak man dressed in muscle and armor. The coldness in her grows deeper still; he is a weak man and somehow she had let him kill her family.

She strikes him a third time and a fourth and a fifth. Why can’t she feel a damn thing?

“Azula, stop it!” Sokka shouts.

A sixth and a seventh. The eight has a bite of lightning.

“Azula!”

A ninth and a tenth.

“Please…” the man whispers. “I don’t want to die.”

“If you didn’t want to die then perhaps you shouldn’t have massacred a village.” Her voice is as hollow as she. Toneless and dead as her Atsu and her baby. Eleven and twelve…

She feels an arm tug at her own. She doesn’t have much more time with the man. “You’re not a killer, Azula.” Sokka tries, his grip tightens around her. She must admit that he does have her in a pretty strong hold. It is almost painful, the way his forearm pushes into her belly. She winces and he loosens his hold. Deep down, the last kind and caring part of her wishes that he would have gripped her tighter still.

There is a disconnect to follow, a sensation that it isn’t her own fingers that the lightning dances upon.

“Don’t do it, Azula.” His voice is distant. Everything is distant and hushed except for the furious hum and crackle of the lightning as she charges it. She doesn’t remember releasing it. She dosn’t remember hearing a body hit the floor.

All the same, he is dead. He is dead and she never learned his name. Just as Hajime never learned hers.

She forces a smile onto her face, that is what she is supposed to do. She has just taken the vengeance she was meant to take. He is dead, the man who had destroyed her chance at normalcy and recovery is laying at her feet with glassy eyes. She waits from her mood to shift and match her expression. But there isn’t even a prickle of satisfaction. Elation doesn’t come.

And neither does sadness, regret, fear, or disgust. She tries a frown, she tries tears. They are just as hollow as the smile.

She stares at the still smoking corpse. Nothing. Nothing at all.

She turns her head, only slightly. She is surprised to see Sokka still standing there and more surprised to find that his touch is so gentle when he reaches out for her. She can see terror in her eyes--this is no shock at all. She doesn’t understand how he is still able to take her into his arms. She thinks that this is the part where she should start weeping and lamenting over what has become of her. What she has become. She tries her very hardest to do so. Quinn and Ji-Zhang shift in discomfort. This unease that Sokka should be feeling.

“Let’s get out of this room.” He mutters.

“Sokka?” She says softly as he leads her from the room.

“Hmm?” His expression is grim. Grimmer than she has ever seen it. And she knows for sure that she is in very deep. She knows it because she can’t even find it in herself to be terrified of what he must think of her. She can’t even force herself to fear him deeming her as a lost cause and leaving. And yet her body tremors--even it knows that she should be horrified.

“Why can’t I feel anything?”

[ask-marcus-cally-and-ari]

Only Human

Chapter 15: Ride or Die

The trio had been allowed to wander while the Freaks discussed their next plan. Marcus, for his part, went looking for a cot or a bed. “I’m so f*cking tired.”

“We have a few spare beds in the medical ward,” a nearby intern piped up, looking up as Marcus passed her desk.

“Thanks.”

“My nephew talks about you a lot,” the intern added. “Jackie Ruez?”

“Our small forward. Nice guy,” Marcus smiled, sitting down. “I remember he didn’t know much English when he first started.”

“You and your friends tutored him, right?”

“That was all Cal. I just taught him basketball and Ari taught him how to paint.”

“He’s been painting a lot these days. “He went through 10 packs of watercolors in just three months.”

Marcus chuckled. “I remember swapping his acrylics with finger paint as a joke. He chased me all through school that day. I probably deserved it.”

“So that’s why he came home with paint all over his hands.”

“I had to wash my hair for an hour to get it all out.” Marcus smiled, and then sighed, a look of tiredness no teenager should have had on his face.. “...look, can you just... just tell him I’m okay?”

“Of course.”

“The last time I got in trouble, it was some kids from a nearby school who jumped me. My teammates tracked down each one, took some bats and metal pipes, and put them all in the hospital. In one night. I don’t want them doing anything like that now. They could get hurt, and on my mama, I bet those *ssholes would turn them just to f*ck with me.”

“You know, if you wanted you could ask Colonel Dyson to put them under HECU Protection. It’s like Witness Protection, just with a lot more security.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

The intern nodded and picked up the nearby phone. “Do you want to call him yourself or do you want me to put in the request?”

“I’d like you to do it. I want to call my team.”

“There’s a phone in the break room over there.” The intern gestured down the hall to Marcus’ right.

“Thanks.”

---

“Man, this sucks! Marcus is who-knows-where being hunted and we can’t do sh*t to help!”

A young teen, no more than 14, grumbled sourly to himself while kicking over a box of wood chips in an abandoned warehouse. Another kid, a few years older than him, looked up from their phone.

“I got a lead a few hours ago. From what I can gather, it looks like he was heading to HECU Headquarters. I don’t know if they’ve made it there yet, though.”

“What can we do? These are, like, supervillains! And we’re just teenagers!”

“We could track them. Cally has a bunch of brainiac friends. Get them together and have them start looking for those *ssholes,” a tall boy, likely 17, suggested.

“Maybe we should get some of Ari’s friends, too,” another kid added.

“Yeah. The more, the better.”

The kid with the phone sat up and started briskly typing away. “Guys, you’re not gonna believe this, but it looks like Marcus has some Freaks of his own. You guys know Spyper and Intelligent Heavy, right?”

“I think so. Didn’t Spyper get his head chopped off and put on someone else’s body?”

“Yeah, he got his body swapped around with Sny.”

“Hey, Wilson. Start finding more good Freaks. The more join up, the more chance Marcus has of getting through this. Have the brainiacs help.”

“I think Marcus is way ahead of us. I found some security footage of the road outside HECU Headquarters and just take a look at who’s with him.” Wilson showed the other kids the footage, where a handful of Freaks accompanied the Trio inside, including Count Jester.

“He got the clown with him?” a younger kid piped up.

“Apparently. Now all he needs is us-” 

Ring! Ring!

“Huh? My phone!”

“Who is it, Jackie?”

“Unknown Number. Should I answer it?”

“Answer it, but don’t say anything. If it’s spam, they’ll hang up if they don’t hear anything.”

Jackie did. “Hello?”

“Jackie? It’s Marcus. Are you okay?”

“Marcus!” Jackie gasped. “Are you in HECU? We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Yeah, I’m at HECU. Your aunt says hi.”

“Aw. How long have you been at HECU?”

“Jester teleported us here about an hour ago. Apparently they were tricked into holding us for the guy who wants to kill us, but that’s been sorted out, and they gave me a pet, so we’re cool now.”

“...I’m sorry, what?” 

“Yeah, everyone trying to kill us is working for one dude.”

“Yeah that doesn’t sound bad at all,” Jackie winced.

“Tell me about it. Anyway. I’m calling to ask you not to do something stupid.”

“Whaaaat? Psh, nah, we’re not gonna do anything stupid. Right, guys?” Jackie said with a snide grin, winking at the rest of his team.

“You worry too much, Quinn. Chill.”

“Yeah. Rest easy, we’re not gonna pull some sh*t.”

“Alright. Stay safe out there. And don’t go near any emo Snipers you see.”

“Sure thing, man.”

Jackie hung up, still grinning. “So. Who’s ready to hunt an emo Sniper?’

“I’ll get the others. Viktor. Does your family still have all those weapons?”

“Yeah. Which ones do we need?”

“As many as you can get. Especially long-range. We did tell Marcus that we wouldn’t approach the f*cker, so sniping is the way to go.”

“There’s nothing quite like exploiting a loophole,” Viktor grinned, heading out of the warehouse.

The other boy nodded and dialed a number. “Hey, Olga? Gather the brainiacs. We know where Marcus, Cally, and Ari are.”

“Wait, really!?”

“Yeah. A buncha Freaks are trying to kill them.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yeah. Apparently”

“Holy sh*t... Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Hacking. We need you to track down as many Freaks as you can.”

“On it.”

“And get Ari’s friends. We need numbers.”

“Gotcha.”

Hanging up that call felt heavy, like the life-changing moment it would be for everyone involved.

“Should we have anyone over at HECU to keep an eye on Marcus?”

“No. Then they’d know what we’re doing and try to stop us. We gotta stay off the radar. Wear masks. Disguise our voices. Make sure nobody can identify us.”

“I had a feeling we’d need these!” another kid shouted from the bottom of the warehouse, pulling along a rack of all black disguises.

“Hey, you’re the theater kid, right? I knew you were useful for something.”

“Yep! I had these costumes ready for awhile but we never needed them. UNTIL NOW!”

“Awesome. Guys, get home. We’ll meet back here tonight.”

“Alright. Nobody die overnight!”

“Don’t jinx it.”

The theater kid knocked on the side of the warehouse on their way out.

---

“Thank you all for coming. As you know, a bunch of superpowered *ssholes have decided to kill our friends, and we, the students of Dade City High, cannot allow this to happen.”

As the student body president spoke, Viktor handed weapons to everyone in attendance. 

“You are being given weapons now. If you do not know how to use them, Viktor will teach you on the way.”

“What’s the current plan of attack?” A younger student piped up among the crowd.

“We go to HECU. Its location is confidential, but our hackers have found it. We also have a van we stole from a junkyard and fixed to be our ride. You know, to make it harder to track.”

“How are we all gonna fit in one van?” Another student called from the back of the crowd.

“Like sardines.” 

“Also, I have a trailer. We can use that for training and extra space,” added a rich kid.

“Couldn’t we just use an old school bus?” One of the engineering students pondered. “Wouldn’t take much to jumpstart it, and nobody would be suspicious of a school bus going through Evo City.”

“From Dade City? That’s two states away,” put in a chess club student.

“What about an activity bus? It’s not uncommon for students to go on field trips that take them across state lines,” another engineering student added.

“That works. You two go steal it. We can take both.”

The engineering students nodded and gathered up their bags before leaving for the school’s parking lot, their bags clinking with metal on the way out.

“Did everyone pack some clothes and supplies?”

“Yeah, but why not electronics?”

The rich kid spoke up again. “I got a cheap phone plan. Everyone gets a phone. This way our parents can’t track us.”

“And they can’t be tracked by anyone else, can they?” a skeptical student inqueried, looking their phone over.

“I was kinda hoping you tech whiz guys could take care of that,” the rich kid replied sheepishly.

The small group of tech students all glanced at each other before sharing a collective nod. “Give us 10 minutes.”

“Good.”

“What do we do once at HECU?”

“Find out where our friends are. By force if necessary.”

“And if any hostile Freaks show up while we’re doing that?”

“Why do you think I’m giving you weapons?” Viktor deadpanned, holding up his own gun.

“Ask a stupid question,” the class clown teased.

“I mean like, one of the really bad ones. Like Painis. I don’t even think our weapons would work against him.”

“Probably run. Or run him over.”

“Let’s pray that Freaks like Nightmare Medic or HOOVYDUNDY aren’t part of this whole thing.”

“Hmm... hey, I just remembered. I have an aunt that works at HECU.”

“Uh... who are you?” the student body president asked.

“Melissa James.”

“Oh no,” the student body gasped in unison.

“...is that bad?”

“Are... are you related to Anita James, by any chance?”

“Yeah! That’s my aunt! She taught me how to build bombs. And tasers.”

“Holy sh*t! You’re related to a mad scientist! THE mad scientist!”

“Yeah, she’s a bit... eccentric. But the point is, she could be our in. And get us better weapons when we get there.”

“Isn’t she under constant surveillance though? I heard she blew up HECU twice in the last three months. That’s not something you just leave unmonitored.”

“In the same three months, she built a weapon that can level cities, a teleportation device, an army of attack microbots, and a shield generator. We could use those against stronger Freaks.”

“Would she even let us use them?”

“She’s a mad scientist who needs her weapons tested, and I hear her boss won’t let her give them to HECU soldiers. I’m not worried.”

“Well…”

“What choice do we have, Todd? Do you want them to kill Ari? Or Marcus? Or Cally? We’re desperate, and beggars can’t be choosers.”

The student sighed. “Alright. Give her a call.”

---

RING! RING!

“Hello?”

“Hey, Aunt Anita.”

“Oh! Hi, Melissa! How are you?”

“Not good. My friends are in danger. I think you may have seen them. Marcus, Cally, and Ari?”

Anita paused, lifting her pen off her notepad. “...yes, they just came in earlier today.”

“Some friends and I are coming to help him out, and we were wondering about using your weapons to do it.”

“Hmm... Come around the back of HECU. I’ll keep the door unlocked for you.”

“Heh... thanks, Aunt Anita. Also, could you maybe not tell those three about this? We told Marcus we wouldn’t do anything crazy, and if he finds out we’re doing this, we’re gonna get our *sses kicked.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thanks.”

There was a nod, and Anita, the mad doctor who sent people running with a smile and a wave, hung up.

[ironmansuuucks]

Cherry Pop

Dewey Finn x female reader

Evening all, gotcha a smutty Dewey Finn x reader here! so obviously.. warning lmao - it’s sweet yet exciting and I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: SMUT (female recieving)

(As always this beautiful aesthetic was made by my absolute favourite @thewolfisapartofmysoul - ily💗)

The way you sucked, and licked that lollipop on the walk back home was really driving Dewey mad. Every time he heard It pop, from your mouth he sowre he felt it in his groin. And he swore you were doing it deliberately.

You guys were headed home from a Friday date night at the movies, Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn. You had begged Dewey for weeks to take you. And as much as he wouldn’t admit it, he fucking loved the film. He was glued to it.

“watcha think of the film Mr. F?” you attempted your best Harley Quinn impression, pulling the lollipop out with a smack. Dewey held back a moan, disguising it as a chuckle, as he looked at the way the sugar stick was covered in your saliva, dripping. “yeah it was good! Did you like it sweetheart?” he took your hand in his as you nodded enthusiastically.

“hey puddin…” you looked at the candy you had been sucking on, Dewey internally squealed at the nickname… “how many licks do you think it would take to get to the centre of this lollipop?”.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and you smirked to yourself as you watched Dewey’s hand go down to his groin to fix himself through his trousers as he glanced around making sure no one was watching him. No one was around, it was 8 PM and the streets were getting pretty dark.

“I don’t know princess… but I’d like to find out how many licks it would take to get to your centre”. He sounded dark and it was quiet, thick with a lust he hadn’t yet showed. It sent flutters to your abdomen as your cheeks blushed. You couldn’t even look at him, but you slowly wrapped your tongue around the cherry flavoured sweet, putting it back into your mouth.

Only a few more steps until you reached the door to the apartment building. The tension in the air was thick and neither of you could wait until you stepped through the front door.

Before you unlocked the front door, you turned around, your back against it and looked up at Dewey. Your eyes shone into his, then down to his lips, then back up to his eyes.

You moved closer to him, his head moving towards yours as his eyes shut, you felt his breath on your lips as you placed the gentlest of kisses on his lips, like butterfly wings. He was needier and went to kiss you a little harder but was stopped by the taste of cherry, as you popped the sweet treat into his mouth.

His eyes popped open to see you smirking at him, still holding the stick of the sweet. You wriggled it a little in your grip, his head moved with your light movements, never breaking eye contact. The heat was filling up within you as those hazel eyes stared straight into your soul, undressing you there and then. The air was so quiet, and nothing could be heard from the world. This moment was yours; between only you and your favourite boy.

He moaned into the lollipop and you could feel him swirling it in his mouth. God wouldn’t this be embarrassing if anyone saw?

You let go of the stick, batting your eyelids at him a few times before unlocking the front door. “fucking tease…” he mumbled behind you, making you smirk.

You could already feel his hands on your waist as you opened the door, and as soon as it was shut he had you against the wall. It was light, and playful, and his hands came to your jaw, resting there.

You glanced down at the lollipop in his mouth, biting your lip at the anticipation. His cheeks were flushed, and his hands were a little cold from the outside, cooling down your burning face. His lips were wet, and a little pink… and you knew they would now taste like cherry. Your eyes wandered to his hair. A little messy, his curls falling to his forehead and it was undeniably Dewey hair. Then you met his eyes. They were soft, and excited and his breath was a little ragged. Your rockstar was easily wound up.

Your hand reached up and lightly grabbed a hold of the stick. He opened his mouth, allowing you to take it out, but you swirled it around his mouth one last time before slowly dragging it through his lips, to which he replied with licking his bottom lip once the candy had escaped him.

You brought the treat to your mouth, and dragged your tongue up the slick candy once, never breaking eye contact. He watched you intently, examining the way your tongue slid up, gathering the previous wetness, before swallowing it down.

He shook his head a little before smirking at you, bringing his face closer to yours. You grabbed his t shirt, pulling it and him flush against you, closing the gap between you as your lips met and eyes fluttered shut. Dewey let out a deep, guttural moan as his body pressed against yours, both lips wet and a little sticky from the shared, sweet cherry delicacy.

“you taste so good baby…” he groaned between kisses.

“I taste like you rockstar..” you giggled, opening your mouth, allowing him deeper access. His hands worked their way down to your waist, and then to your ass, sticking his hands in your jean pockets as his leg pushed it’s way between yours.

You whimpered as his thigh brushed your core just right, the jean fabric causing friction between your legs, making you a little weak.

“ah, Dewey” his name spilled through your mouth involuntarily, as your head hit the wall behind you at the pleasure.

“so good baby… I love hearing you moan my name… let’s hear some more hmm?” his voice was deep, and enough to make you come undone on the spot.

He began kissing down your exposed jaw and neck, as his hands came up to your shoulders and pushed your jacket down and off of your body. His pushed his thigh up and back, the friction becoming more intense as you felt it drag down your clit a little. Your ground down on him a little, desperate for more, little moans leaving your open mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

His hands moved down, to the button of your jeans, slowly fiddling to undo them. “Um excuse me.. but is there enough room in your pants for me?” he teased, making you laugh a little through your moaning. Your hands went to his hair, the lollipop dropping to the floor as your fingers combed through it and pulled it a little when you felt his hand slip underneath your jeans.

“that’s it baby.. let’s hear you.. let’s hear those pretty sounds” he praised you as his skilled, guitar playing fingers teased your clit from the outside of your panties. You pretty much went limp in his hold, the feeling so bliss and so right as he traced patterns along the wet fabric.

“uh.. Dewey.. give me more…” you cried, needing just that little bit more from him in order to chase your high.

“what’s the magic word baby.. lemme hear that” he teased you, rubbing a little harder.

“p-please” you whined, your eyes opening and looking at him, your eyes dark and lustful.

“as you wish sweetheart” he smiled, his head moving to your and kissing you lightly a his hands moved up, and underneath your panties. You felt you senses heightening as his hands trailed down your skin, to the place you needed him the most.

His rough, calloused fingers dragged down to your clit, circling his middle finger over your sensitive bud. You inhaled a breath at the contact, your stomach kneading, making you feel a little dizzy.

“so wet for me baby girl.. all this for me?” he groaned, biting your lip the slightest bit. You were leaning against him now, your hands on his shoulders, supporting yourself.

“you ready baby?” he moved his nose to sit with yours, as he looked up to your eyes that were squeezed shut in pleasure. You nodded, your breath becoming heavier.

One of his hands went to your thigh as he hiked it up, holding it against him, making you jolt a little against him. Then, his middle finger teased over your entrance, revelling in just how wet it was, before slowly, pushing it inside of you. He kissed you deeply, feeling you moan into him, before he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you.

“Dewey…” his name was rolling on your tongue as he began to leave hot, wet kisses on your collar bone.

“I hear you baby, I hear you” he smirked into you as he swiftly inserted another finger, feeling you clench around him. You swallowed his scent as your head fell to his shoulder in pleasure. He chuckled the slightest at how limp you felt in his grasp. Arousing you, aroused him.

Dewey pushed his fingers a little deeper, hitting that sweet spot ne knew got you just right, and he moved so his forehead was resting against you. He wanted to see his girl come undone in front of him but, your eyes were still squeezed shut.

“look at me baby.. I want to see those pretty eyes.. come on” he pleaded.

You opened your eyes, staring into his, your mouth lightly hanging open in the pleasure. “that’s it princess…” he could feel you flutter around his fingers a few times before he inserted a third and final finger, curling and pushing them just right as his thumb went to rub your clit.

“Dew… Dew I… Im gonna cum” you panted, never breaking eye contact with your skilled guitarist. “Do it baby.. cum for me, please” he smirked, searching your eyes.

Suddenly the knot in your stomach came undone as the familiar white bliss coursed through you, your eyes never leaving his.

“so good.. amazing sweetheart.. you’re beautiful when you cum for me baby..” he continued, allowing you to ride out your high.

You kissed him as he removed his fingers from you. “thank you Dew..” you panted, catching your breath.

He chuckled, “don’t thank me yet…” his hands went to your thighs, hiking you up on his hips.. “I’m not done with you yet..” he smirked.

You smirked back… “well, why don’t you slip into something a little more comfortable… like me?”.

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[lovysmtalks]

Welcome to the family

Hello there lovely! 💕

⚠️!!TW: mention of abuse, Mature language!! Read at your own risk ⚠️

It was a normal day for Marinette Cheng.

Working.

Working.

Working.

Working.

Did I say working?

Well who could blame her. Working at a the office would never be easy...

After a while,

She heard a knock on the door.

She looked up to see her dear mother bringing her a cup of coffee.

"Hello maman." Said Mari looking up from her papers putting her significant sweet smile on her face.

"Hello ma chérie (sweetie), how is work going?" Asked her mother gently patting her head softly.

"Its going ok, it would be great if it would be that much." Said the girl looking at her mother with tired eyes.

Sabine looked at her little girl with a soft glare.

"So, how is it for you? Got any new clients?" Said Marinette while picking her cup.

"Well, yes and no." Said the woman looking at her daughter.

Mari blinked two times,

'What did she just said?' Thought the girl.

"What do you mean by that maman?" Asked Marinette.

"Well, I have a mission for you, after your training today. You need to go to this club." Said Sabine putting a picture on her desk.

Mari looked at the picture.

'That's where the fricking Joker goes?! What the-'

"I know what you think" says Sabine pulling out a tissue after Marinette dropped the little cup of coffee on her lap.

Marinette looked at her mother with a 'no-shit-sherlock' look.

"But, we have heard that he's abusing his girlfriend" said Sabine trying to convince her Daughter.

"Mom, that's basically their relationship, he's a psychopath who manipulates and kills, and his girlfriend is well known to be seduced and manipulated by him" said Mari searching the article on her laptop.

"I know that, but a trust worthy source told me that she is seeking for help, but she can't get away from him" said her mother feeling pity for the woman.

"I-" Mari looked at her mother ready to refuse but then realization hit her.

"Ok, I'll do it, but I need a male body costume, dont forget I have some "things" in the way" said Marinette getting up from her desk, putting the papers down.

"On it ma chérie." Said Sabine smiling at her daughter.

After her mother left

The started thinking how she can convince Joker to give his girlfriend.

And then it hit.

'Money' thought the girl,

'But hes well known to get the money and shooting the person after' she thought.

Well, she didn't want to die tonight.

'Hmm, maybe getting him drunk enough to not realize what hes doing?' She thought looking at an her desk.

She walked to it and opened one of the locks

'Sleeping pills? Well, at least give it a try' she thought.

***

After 6 hours, everything was ready, she was looking convincing enough.

The pills were on her pocket.

She took a bodyguard with her just in case.

"Be careful love. Please come back safe." Said her mother.

"I will maman, don't forget to prepare the room for our guest" Marinette said to her mother as the woman fixed her tie.

"I'll see you later ma'am, I'll make sure to bring her home" said the guard as they got into the limousine.

***

The drive was long enough for the two of them to discuss how the plan would work.

"So, when we get there my name will be Benjamin Oliver, I am 35 years old, a rich man looking for a partner." Said Mari pulling out the fake Id.

"Yes, when we get there I will be behind you with the money."

Said the bodyguard looking at the road

"Before that I need to bait him into drinking something so I can put the pills in" said Mari verifying her pocket for the pills.

"Understand sir."

***

When they got there, the two of them blended in with the other people when a voice came behind her.

"Eyyy, my old pal!" Said the intoxicated voice.

She turned around to see Joker himself behind her holding a glass of alcohol

'Well, that was quick, now just go with the flow' the girl thought.

"Oh hello Joker. How are you doing?" Asked Marinette making her voice strong and masculine.

"Ya know, business as usual" said the man taking a seat beside her.

"Ah I see. Well, i heard some rumors that you sell something special." Said the girl trying to bring up the situation.

The man took a while to think what she meant until the realization hit him.

"Oh yea. Why? Are you intrested?~" said the intoxicated man.

Mari put her hand around his shoulder trying to put the pills in his drink.

"Yes, I am indeed. How much?" Asked Marinette after finally putting the pills in his glass

"Whoa, pal, dont you wanna see her first?" Laughed the man at her serious face.

"Well yes, I would love to see the lady." Said the girl making a sign to the guard to come with her.

"Follow me my friend." Said the man as he started to push people out of the way.

They walked to the other side of the club when they stood infront of a golden haired woman In a short sparkly dress.

The woman had bruises on her arms and legs, While her neck was covered in a little bandage that was just hanging there like it was supposed to be on the floor a long time ago.

"Oh Harley, I would want you to meet my friend...uhm..?" The man looked at her waiting for an answer.

"Benjamin. Benjamin Oliver." Said Mari looking at the woman who started shaking after seeing them.

"So how much would you pay for the chick?"Asked Joker, not carrying about the poor female form behind him.

Marinette clapped her hand and the bodyguard opened a suitcase full of packs of 500 dollars.

"Is this enough?"asked Marinette observing the man starting to yawn.

"Yes. Now Harley dear, you are going with Benji while i-" Joker could finish his line as he collapsed on the floor with his face on the couch.

"Quinn, you are coming with me." Said Marinette as she pulled out a little outfit out of the guards backpack.

Harley looked at her Puddin one last time before she nodded her head and took the outfit.

"Go to the bathroom and change, the guards will distract the people so they wont come here, understood?" Asked the girl.

Harley nodded and headed to the girls bathroom with Marinette following behind.

***

After the woman changed, they got out of the club getting into the limousine.

After some moments of silence Harley started speaking.

"Listen here man, just because you got me out of there doesn't mean I'm going to be your sex toy, got it?" Said Quinn trying to make her voice sound angry.

Marinette just nodded her head and the drive continued in silence.

***

When they got to the mansion.

Harley tried to make a run but her leg gived up on her after the first 5 steps.

"No need to run Harls. We are making sure you are safe" said Marinette helping the woman get up from the cold stone.

Harley tried to argue but she was too tired to fight back, so she accepted her faith.

Once they got inside, they were greeted with the warm of the household.

"Marinette, my baby! You are safe!" Said her mother running at her from the stairs.

"Wait, what?" Questioned Harley as she sat down on the warm couch.

Marinette washed her face with a tissue removing her masculine makeup from her face and taking the wig off.

"Whoa, a Kinder Egg with surprises aren't ya?" Said Harley laughing a little.

"Hello dear, my name is Sabine Cheng, welcome in our home."

Said Sabine handling the woman a pack of ice.

"Sabine Cheng? As the popular Lawyer?" Asked Harley out of curiosity.

"Yes, that Sabine" smiled Sabine as she saw the girl started to panic.

"Dont worry, we are good guys, we wont turn you in, but we want to help you get better." Says Marinette as she took off her suit.

"How does your husband let you take random strangers in?" Asked Harley chuckling a bit as she felt more relaxed.

Marinette's smiley face turning stoic as the words got out of her mouth.

"Did I say something wrong?" Asked Quinn worryingly.

"No-no, just my ex-husband wasn't a man of his word" said Sabine patting gently Harley's hair.

"He is a disgraceful man and a cheater." Said an old man coming down stairs.

"Hello Master Fu. I forgot to tell you about our guest." Said Mari as she got up to hug the old man.

"Dont worry about that little ladybug, everything is ok." Smiled the man at the girl.

"And welcome to the family Harleen"

(How Mari looked in her disguise | )

[fardell24b]

A New Kid’s Dance Party While a Tree Grows - Part 1

A New Kid’s Dance Party While a Tree Grows Part 1

Day 1

Lawndale High Principal Angela Li, entered the Art classroom. “Good morning, students,” she paused. “Where is your instructor?”

 “She went to the ladies' room,” Brittany Taylor said.

 The Principal produced a tape recorder. “10:25, Defoe leaves post without clearance for personal business. Initiate investigation.” She clicked off the tape recorder, and turned to the class. “Anyway, I just dropped in to caution you that the school dance is in three weeks, and security is going to be especially tight. So, if anyone is thinking of rigging a bucket of pig's blood to the rafters, well, they can just forget it.”

  In the corridor after class, Jodie Landon caught up with Daria Morgendorffer. “Hey, Daria. I didn't see you today. You said you might come to the photography meeting for yearbook.”

 “Yes, well, when the dentist turned off the gas, I had a change of heart,” Daria snarked back.

 “But it's fun, and it looks good on your transcript,” Jodie argued.

 “I'm against both those things.”

 “Free film and developing.”

 “Mmm-hmm...”

 “And if your parents find out that you're even considering it, you could probably squeeze some tremendous bribe out of them,” Jodie suggested.

 “I'll think about it.”

  Down the corridor, Kevin Thompson said, “The dance is going to be cool.”

 Brittany slapped Kevin “You callous oaf!”

 “Ow! What?”

 “Did you forget the last dance, when I caught you making out with Zoe?!”

 “For the 50th time, Babe, I was fixing her nose ring!”

 “What do you think, I'm stupid and stuff?”

 “Hey, I've already told you, smart doesn't matter with a body like mine... I mean yours.”

 “Hmph! For your information, there are plenty of guys who think I'm pretty and smart!”

 “You can visit them at the Cedars of Lawndale head injury ward,” Daria snarked.

 “Ooh, I'm sick of this! Maybe it's time I find someone who really appreciates me!” Brittany retorted.

 “Maybe I should find someone who really appreciates me!”

 “Give me a break!” Jodie snarked.

 “Then you just go ahead and do that because it's, it's over! And this time I mean it!” Brittany said.

 “Maybe I should find someone who really appreciates me!” Kevin said as he ran off.

 “Is it true. They have finally broken up?” Jodie asked Daria.

 “I doubt it. I think they’ve mated for life,” Daria answered.

  Even in the middle of the school day, there were students hanging around the front of the school. However those students were surprised to see Kevin Thompson leave the school building at a running pace, like he was running for a ball that wasn’t there. The analogy seemed to be correct, as less than half minute later, without looking where he was going, he ran straight into the Tommy Sherman Memorial Tree and fell over, clutching his knee in pain...

 “Hey, you broke the Tommy Sherman Memorial Tree,” Jeffy Brown accused.

 “Good thing he's dead or he'd really let you have it,” Joey Green said.

  Mr. O’Neill had asked one of his language arts classes if they would have liked to volunteer for the Dance Committee.

 After remembering a bad experience regarding volunteering in Middle School, Sandi Griffin turned to Quinn Morgendorffer. “Gee, Quinn, I think you should volunteer. You have such good taste.”

 “Um, but you have even better taste, Sandi. You should volunteer,” Quinn returned.

 “I know, why don't you take the job and appoint the Fashion Club as your committee? Of course, if you don't think we're up to it then just say so.”

 “Um, okay, I guess. Mr. O'Neill, I'll head the dance committee.”

 “Really? Great! Get ready to work like you've never worked before!”

 “Oh, I'll have the Fashion Club to help me. Right, guys? Guys?”

  After that period... “Did you hear, Brittany? Kevin was taken to the hospital after running into the Tommy Sherman Memorial Tree,” Angie Zammit said, as she came up to her fellow cheerleaders.

 “Serves him right, the Jerk!” Brittany said. After their argument earlier, she had difficulty feeling compassionate.

 “Brittany?” Angie asked with concern.

 “I’ve had it, Kevin and I are finally over for good! I’m not seeing him in the hospital!”

 “Is it over-over, like the time he got you a football for your birthday, or just over, like the time he thought your goldfish needed air?”

 “No, this time it's really over-over. And as fellow cheerleaders, you have to swear on a stack of pompoms not to go to the dance with that two-timing, scum of the earth, Kevin.”

 “Are you sure?” Angie asked.

 “You can visit him in the hospital if you want to,” Brittany conceded. “But don’t go to the dance with him!”

 All four other cheerleaders said “We solemnly swear not to go to the dance with that two-timing, scum of the earth, Kevin. Yay, team!”

  That night at the Morgendorffer’s...

 “I can't believe you're trying to bribe me... with singles,” Daria said.

 “Sweetie, it's not a bribe, it's a deal. Honestly, you're worse than my clients,” Her mother, Helen, said.

 “I'm sorry. Yearbooks completely distort the reality of high school. Of course, the yearbook experience could provide material for a web page... if I had the software,”

 “Software it is!” Her father, Jake, said as he grabbed the stack of cash.

 The doorbell rang.

 “Charity bloodsuckers!” Jake said.

 “No, it's the fashion bloodsuckers,” Daria said.

 “Everyone, please remain in your seats until my guests and I are all safely upstairs. Thank you,” Quinn said from the entrance to the kitchen, before heading towards the door.

 “How come Quinn never introduces us to her friends?” Jake asked.

 The phone rang. Helen picked it up “Hello? ... Rita!”

Jake heard a noise outside and went to investigate...

[trashyswitch]

Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition!

2020...boy oh boy…

I made this channel on January of 2020. And thank god I did! My blogs and participation in the tickle community, were the only thing keeping me going throughout this year! It was a really hard year but with COVID, I got to meet tons of new people, make so many friends and return to writing fanfics! 

I’ve made fanfics for a very long time. 5 years, actually! But I have never felt so invested in my writing than I have this year. In 1 single year, I managed to make a total of 122 fanfictions! This year! And it all ended with my first SCP Foundation-only fanfiction: 049 and the ‘unkillable creature’. 

Yup: I have really fallen down the rabbit hole this time…

But to celebrate: I wanted to recap the different fandoms I wrote for this year, the amount of fanfictions I wrote for them, the highest amount of notes I got on a fanfiction and lastly: 

...Well, I’ll keep that a surprise. 

So: Let’s recap all that happened on Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition! 

Let’s a-go!

I’m gonna start off with the fandoms I wrote the least fanfictions for: The Tiny Bundles!

For the very first tiny bundle: I wrote 1 single fanfic for Luigi’s Mansion (3, to be specific). 

This was a fanfic about Polterpup and Luigi bonding, as well as Mario showing up near the end. I ended up closing this fandom because as much as I liked this fanfic, I wasn’t really as interested in writing more for it. 

For the second tiny bundle: The Animal Crossing Series with 1 fanfic! This fanfic was mostly about Jacksepticeye and Gabsmolders’ Animal Crossing avatars hanging out during the Coronavirus epidemic. I really liked writing for Animal Crossing, and I wanna write more for it. But, I have to come up with more ideas. 

For bundle #3: 1 single Markiplier TV fanfic! This fanfic was about Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier and Yandereplier being a family. This specific fanfic was also based on an AU made by a couple of cosplayers: One of which is no longer on TikTok, sadly. I may write more fanfics in this fandom in the future, but no guarantees…

For #4: I wrote an original work upon request from a friend. This fanfic was about a cute couple who were just being playful and bonding. I sense that I may be writing more original works in the future, but again: we’ll just have to see. 

For #5: I have 4 Youtuber Fanfics that involve different fandoms. One of them was written about platonic Septiplier, the second two were on Jelix, and the fourth fanfic (and most recent) was on Unus Annus! UNUS ANNUS! I will definitely be considering writing more Unus Annus. As for any other youtubers: Maybe. 

For #6: I have 3 (technically 6) fanfictions written under the SCP Foundation! Though 5 of these fanfics were technically fandom collaborations with Sanders Sides, I did make 1 single SCP Foundation-only fanfic. I do plan on continuing to write more SCP Foundation fanfics. I just don’t know if they’ll stand alone, or if they’ll be collaborations again. We’ll see. 

And now onto the 3 top fandoms I wrote for this year: 

In at #3: is Five Nights at Freddy’s with 25 fanfictions: I swear: 90% of these are based on the Afton Family in some way or another. I have a problem...I will most likely be writing for FNAF in the future. I still love the fandom, and I still love the lore behind it! Sooo: Upcoming FNAF fanfics!

In at #2: is the Jacksepticeye Power Hour Fandom with 31 fanfictions! I love these guys so much! It’s too bad they were kinda thrown by the wayside by a lot of the viewers...But, I’ll still be working on a couple more fanfics. Specifically The Unexpected Roommate! I LOVE THAT SERIES! I look forward to writing more of it all the time! 

And #1...for the most fanfictions written: Is Sanders sides with 59 freaking fanfics! If there's a need for proof that I’m obsessed, then THIS is the proof. But, that’s okay! I love writing fanfics on this series! I will 100% continue to write fanfictions on this series. I love this series to bits, and it’s my most popular series on Tumblr as well! 

And now it’s fine for: Highest Notes! 

This was the part where you could really tell what fanfictions were loved by fans, and what fanfictions were thrown aside. This is all gonna be taken off Tumblr, since almost all of the fans are on it.  

First one that I will proudly show: My Unus Annus fanfic with 43 notes! This fanfic was a HIT the moment it came out! I swear! ‘Ethan and Mark Experience Torture Methods (Feat. Jacksepticeye)’ was a HUGE HIT! But I think the reason everyone loved it so much, was because everyone misses Unus Annus and its relativity on YouTube. I miss it too. Memento Mori, Unus Annus. 

Now I will show my top Fnaf Fanfic! Now these were very close...So: 

At #3 is ‘The Grumpy Ol’ Bunny’ at 28 notes. 

At #2 is a tie between ‘The Suspiciously Strange Night’ and ‘Robot Anatomy Vs. Human Anatomy’ at 36 notes. 

And the #1 spot goes to: ‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’ at 37 notes! You’ll see what I do with this fanfic sooner than later…

And now we move on to the top Sanders Sides fanfic! This one had a huge variety of numbers! And boy, it was hard! But worth it! 

At #3, we have ‘Snakes Need Tickles Too!’ at 91 notes! 

At #2 is ‘The Upside of Hoodies’ (The very first one!) at 153 notes! WOW! 

And last but not least, at our #1 spot...we have: ‘Voodoo Duke-craft’ at 196 notes! How in the world- I don’t really know why it got so many notes. But: you’ll see what we do with this one as well, veeeery soon!

And now the surprise you’ve all been waiting to hear about: I’m gonna re-read and react to the two #1 spots! 

‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’. I’ve actually re-read this one a couple times throughout the months. I liked re-reading about anxious Jeremy! I definitely wanna write more of Jeremy. He’s an underrated character. 

Here we go! 

[Jeremy has heard all the rumors.] 

Well, I assume he probably did some reading about it before starting there. You should know a bit about a place before you start working there...you don’t wanna end up in a dumpster fire. 

[He’s heard the urban legends about the child killer in the animatronic suit, and the children’s deaths. He’s heard about the children’s corpses being shoved into the animatronic suits. He’s heard about the ghosts of the children that haunted each and every diner. He’s heard rumors about the animatronics being alive because of these children. He’s heard multiple ideas of-]

Okay, okay, we get it! He heard rumors about the lore behind Five Nights at Freddy’s. He’s heard about the murders and supernatural stuff. Skip!

 [Are any of these urban legends true?

 If so: why did Jeremy sign up for a job at the one place that gives people the creeps?!]

 Gee...I dunno! Why WOULD you choose to take a security guard job in a place that’s still haunted? Besides: instead of hiring a security guard, why not hire an exorcist? Seems cheaper and you’d actually get a problem fixed! (Or not...we’ve all seen Annabelle…) 

 [It was the second night of working at this nightmarish party place. All Jeremy wanted was the paycheck at the end of the week. He did NOT sign up for this stupidity…]

 Teeeechnically he DID sign up for this stupidity. He didn’t have to take this job. He could’ve waited for more job offers to come up! Even if the Phone Guy had romanticized the risky job, he did warn him that ‘the animatronics get a little quirky at night’...Jeremy could’ve just abandoned ship right then and there and quit! 

 [Should he have reconsidered taking the job? Maybe.] 

 Um, HUGE YES!

 [Is he regretting taking the job? Somewhat.] 

 Just somewhat, huh? 

 [Is Jeremy gonna survive the week? God, he hoped so.] 

 I hope so too! Spoiler alert: he does. 

 [Jeremy turned on the iPad and flipped through the cameras. It looked like the party rooms were empty. Next, he checked CAM 05 and CAM 06: empty. Thank goodness. Jeremy looked at the other cameras and found out something strange: camera 11 wasn’t working! It was just showing pure static.]

 Okay, here’s some behind the scenes: I had to look up two separate maps for the FNAF 2 location. One with the camera locations, and one of the overall building layout. From that, I had to determine everything for this fanfic. I would later refer to these images for future fanfics as well! 

 [He realized that what he was gonna do was risky. But…what other choice did he have?] 

 Um...Don’t go??? That’s a choice. 

 [Jeremy grabbed his flashlight, and walked out of the office through the small hall towards Pasillo Central.] 

 “WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?!?!?! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?! THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!?!” ~SammyClassicSonicFan, vine.

 [It took a little bit, but Jeremy managed to find the problem: a black wire was unplugged…] 

 I actually have no idea if this was the actual confirmed problem in the FNAF series. I just made it up as I went.

 [Jeremy’s eyes narrowed in curiousity. Now when did that happen? It was working perfectly fine yesterday. Who unplugged it?] 

 First off: Curiousity. Curio(u)sity. Do you need any more proof that I’m Canadian? XD

Second off: I actually think camera 11 never actually worked during the game. I don’t quite remember though, so don’t quote me on that. 

 [Jeremy decided to double check for any miswiring.] 

 This would prove to be a fatal mistake. 

 [Suddenly…a couple heavy footsteps could be heard behind the stool, in the gaming room. Jeremy froze in place. Oh god…Is that what he thinks it is?] 

 “It was at this moment he knew...he fucked up.” ~McCulley Quinn, Vine

 [Jeremy could feel the presence of a super tall figure behind him…Jeremy, growing extremely intimidated and anxious, slowly turned himself around to look the animatronic in the face.]

[...The first thing he noticed, was that the animatronic was brown. A chocolate-shade of brown with an orange hue on its belly and inner face.]

 I wonder...Just WHO COULD IT BE?

 Just kidding. It’s Freddy Fazbear. 

 [The eyes were open wide, staring at Jeremy with its light blue iris’s.] 

 Hmm...Hold on- 

 *aggressive typing noises* 

 Okay. Just had to double check. He does in fact, have blue iris’s. 

 [Jeremy just stared back at it, looking at the big bear as the visibly shaky flashlight shone onto it.] 

 Hehehehe...Anxious boi. Shouldn’t have chosen the haunted job, Jeremy!

 [“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Freddy shouted.]

 🎶Do you hear that sound?🎶

  [Jeremy shouted-] 

 🎶That beautiful sound?🎶

  [-and threw his flashlight up in terror.] 

 🎶That is the sound, of, clean, white, shorts turning brown!🎶

 🎶TORTURE AND PAIN!🎶

 Beautiful Sound - Beetlejuice soundtrack (sorry not sorry) 

 [Jeremy jumped and quickly attempted to take a few steps back…only for his body to fall much more backwards than he wanted!] 

 “Nice job, dickface!” ~Anthony, Smosh: Pokemon In Real Life

 [“WELCOME EVERYBODY, TO FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA!” the animatronic shouted. “I’M FREDDY FAZBEAR, AND I’D LIKE TO WISH YOU, THE BIRTHDAY BOY, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the voice declared very loudly.]

 HAHA! That’s not creepy at all! *Michael Jackson moonwalks the fuck outta there*

 [Everything went silent for a moment or two. “…Kill you?” the same voice said.]

 WhAaAaAaAt?! A TwIsT tHaT eVeRyOnE sAw CoMiNg?! X’D

 [“He fell off the stool, and I caught him.” Freddy explained.]

 Freddy Fazbear nearly saves Jeremy from a concussion, a skull fracture or a brain bleed! 

 [“Now that I mention it, he hasn’t thanked me yet.” Freddy mentioned.]

 Dude!

 [“Oh-um…Thank you…for catching me.” Jeremy finally said.]

 Good boy. *pats the man’s head, even though he’s technically older than me* 

 [“Are you gonna kill me? Shove me into a suit? Leave my dead body to rot inside the suit?!” Jeremy asked, still overwhelmed with anxiety.] 

 This guy’s gonna need some whiskey after this incident. 

 [“It looks like Mr. Emily hired another 'daredevil’ night guard. Do you really believe those rumors?” Chica asked.] 

 In case you didn’t get the twist before: the animatronics are NOT gonna kill him. Why? Because my fluffy ass doesn’t like writing about confirmed death. (At least, not yet...I later write ‘Don’t Release the Spirits’...

 [“That’s a big child.” Chica commented.

 “He’s grown up. He’s a male, grown up child.” Freddy corrected.] 

 Another reminder of the obvious: Jeremy is an AdULT in this fanfiction! He is not a ChiiiLD! XD

 [“Flip him over.” Chica suggested.

 “Okay.” Freddy replied.]

 Insert long montage of Jeremy getting flipped over by animatronics who don’t know how to handle humans. 

 [“Let me go!” Jeremy yelled at Freddy, still pushing against Freddy’s fingers.

 “He’s wiggling a lot. Is he having a temper tantrum?” Freddy asked curiously. Chica looked at the squirming, frustrated man in Freddy’s grasp.] 

 Ha ha funny? Get it? Cause he’s an adult? And he’s being treated like a child? 

 XD I’m just being silly. I actually found this part fun to write. 

 [“I think so.” Chica replied. “Try throwing him up in the air and catching him. I’ve seen parents do it. Kids love it!” Chica suggested.

 Jeremy’s eyes widened in horror. Was he about to be thrown up like a toddler and caught by an animatronic?!] 

 Spoiler alert: Yes. 

 Insert long montage of Jeremy nearly shitting his pants while Freddy Fazbear breaks many laws against mishandling of an adult male, and extreme negligence if he were a child. May we advise that these animatronics are NEVER made in the future. 

 [By the time the sixth throw and catch had happened, Jeremy was visibly shaking in the arms of the animatronic. Jeremy’s face was visibly traumatized.] 

 HmMmMm...I wOnDeR wHy?! 

 [Without any warning, Chica fluttered the finger up and down, on Jeremy’s exposed neck. Jeremy’s body jumped and curled inwards to cover up the spot. A squeal left Jeremy’s mouth before he began flailing his hands towards the finger’s direction to stop it.]

 Voila! Tickles! They have finally arrived!

 [Jeremy’s eyes widened to the side of saucers! He began protesting as much as possible. “No, please! L-look! I’m feeling a lot better! See? I don’t need tickles!” Jeremy pleaded, putting on a fake smile to prove it.] 

 Probably any other time, this probably would’ve worked. 

 [But, Chica was persistent!]

 But of course, it doesn’t. Because y’all wanted tickles? You’re getting your tickles!

 [“Yeah! You were being a naughty little boy with a really bad attitude. I think you deserve some cheer-up tickles for that.” Freddy added, unintentionally teasing him.]

 I think those tickles were a little more intentional than ya thought…

 [“What- What are you doing?” Jeremy yelled. Freddy removed the slip-on shoe off of Jeremy’s foot, and let it fall to the floor with a loud clap. “Hey! Put my shoe back!” Jeremy yelled.] 

 But why would they do that, when they clearly wanna tickle your feet?

 [“Here: Your turn to hold him.” Freddy said, before throwing Jeremy old-granny style over to Chica.] 

 UH…

 [Jeremy was NOT ready for that. No human should ever be ready for being thrown like that! It’s impossible usually. But if it IS possible, It’s always frowned upon for being inhumane! But, why should animatronics know that?] 

 It’s kinda nice that Jeremy is making up for the fact that all the animatronics share 2 brain cells. But these animatronics could’ve SHATTERED BONES. When is that EVER considered okay?!

 [Freddy tilted his head. “You don’t like my cold fingers?” Freddy clarified.

 “IHIHIHIT’S COHOHOHOHOLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy reacted.

 “Oh. Well I’m sorry, but I can’t help that! You’re gonna have to sit tight and get used to my cold, fat fingers.” Freddy teased.] 

 Basically what happened: 

 Jeremy: “KEEP YOUR HANDS FROM ANTARCTIC AWAY FROM MY FEET!” 

 Freddy: “Not happening! Suffer, you ticklish piece of shit!” 

 [Somewhere in the room, a quiet music box tune could be heard, twinkling in the background.] 

 GUESS WHO’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!

 [THE MUSIC BOX! MARIONETTE! HE’S ESCAPED THE MUSIC BOX!]

 MARIONETTE’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!

 [Was he gonna die? Was the marionette gonna kill him? Was the camera going to record is very last moments? Were people gonna watch the camera to figure out how he died?…Would they blame his death on bad decisions? What would happen to his body?! WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! JEREMY DEMANDED TO KNOW!]

 [This is it…he’s gonna die…He’s gonna be found in a few hours, ripped apart on the floor…He could guarantee it.] 

 Anxiety in a nutshell. 

 [This animatronic isn’t cold. It’s covered in some kind of fur-like fabric.] 

 This was actually confirmed on the FNAF wiki fanpage. Marionette’s fingers are covered in fur fabric. 

 And now Jeremy’s gonna get ultimately tortured by Marionette’s 3 fingers on his feet. May his soul rest in peace. 

 [Then…Marionette did something only Satan himself would be capable of: Marionette pulled a couple of Jeremy’s toes back, and began scratching the more exposed spaces underneath the deathly ticklish toes.] 

 *looks at a watch* ...How the fuck is he not dead from asphyxiation? He’s been getting tickled heavily for at least an hour. He should be passing out. 

 [Jeremy was cackling like a mad man. The poor guy was losing energy rather quickly. His pushing and squirming had began to slow, and tears had started forming in his eyes.] 

 See? It’s about time. 

 [Not to be confused with tears of pain, of course.]

 Wait, what? 

 [This wasn’t painful for Jeremy. Though this kind of fighting presents itself with a few cons, It wasn’t torturous either. It was…strangely playful. It sort of reminded Jeremy of the stories his friends would tell him, of the tickle fights they had with their siblings growing up. Some tickle fights were pure playfulness, other tickle fights were slightly torturous. But in the end, they still loved each other.]

 ...Well, go figure. 

 [Was Jeremy beginning to like the animatronics? Not intimate of course, but…Was Jeremy beginning to appreciate the animatronics’ tickling? Surely not! That’s absurd!…unless…] 

 Go figure. Yup. Gotta make sure it’s somewhat enjoyable so the reader can enjoy it without feeling bad! Cause that’s how I write. 

 [“Oh Cohohohome ohohohon! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOUGHT YOHOHOHOU WEHEHERE DOHOHONE!” Jeremy yelled as his laughter grew louder. Marionette had reached its fingers into Jeremy’s armpit, and began scratching lightly.

 “Your laugh is very fun to hear! I wanna hear more of it!” Freddy explained.] 

 Of course, you have to add a comment about liking the person’s laughter! Cause that’s always important! 

 [So, Jeremy gave them a nod to proceed. Then, Jeremy abrupted into brand new fits of laughter! How long was Jeremy gonna be like this? Who know? Jeremy didn’t care. Not one bit…] 

 Aaaaand that’s the end! 

 A little predictable, but still fun to read. Jeremy is still my favorite character in this fanfic. 

 And now, we’re onto the next re-reading! 

 Voodoo Duke-Craft! I’m proud of this one! I was happy to finally be able to come up with a fanfic idea involving voodoo dolls, and this was the first one! And EVERYONE LOVED IT! I swear, I’m not kidding! 196 notes says a lot!

 So, here we go! 

 [Remus came to the front of the yellow and black room, and knocked on the door. As he patiently waited for the door to open, Remus looked down at the liquid-free blood bag with the doll laying upside down in the bag.]

 Hehehehe! I like the idea that Remus holds his things in a blood bag-turned purse. XD

 [The door finally opened. As he predicted, it was Deceit.] 

 This entire fanfiction is gonna involve Janus being called Deceit. Why? Because Deceit’s name hadn’t canonically come out yet! And this fanfiction came out long before the name reveal episode. 

 [Remus happily comes into the yellow-colored room, lined with snakes, Law and Order posters and Judge Judy posters.]

 Because...Selfishness Vs. Selflessness! And law! 

 [Despite the doll coming from Remus, the doll appeared to be really well made!]

 That’s a compliment! 

 [Deceit looked up from the doll. “And you’re positive this thing actually works?” Deceit asked.

 “Yup! Positive. I tried it on myself before giving it to you, as you can see-” Remus said as he pointed at the green heart on the voodoo doll. “You can try it too, if you want.” Remus suggested.]

 Remus: “I already tried it on myself, so you don’t need proof to show it works.” 

 Also Remus: “...But if you don’t believe me, I suppose you could try it on me...just to see…” 

 [“I suppose this works really well. I will use this voodoo doll to my advantage. Thank you, Remus.” Deceit said with a grin.] 

 ...You SUPPOSE? You just tickled the man till he belly flopped the floor! Of COURSE it works!

 [With everything in place, Deceit was ready to start tormenting the other sides. He left his room and closed the door, allowing Remus to process the mistake he’d made in his room.]

 I doubt Remus would consider giving Janus a voodoo doll, a ‘mistake’. More like ‘the most evil idea ever’! 

[Deceit walked around, looking for potential contenders. While walking down the hall, Deceit gazed his eyes upon a light blue-clothed figure. Recognizing who it was, Deceit his behind a wall and grabbed the light blue heart out of his pocket.]

 Oh boy! It’s Patton first! 

 [Now, if it truly worked, Patton should be bonded with the voodoo doll. Just as a test, Deceit gave Patton’s neck a little flutter with his finger.

 From a few feet into the living room, Patton let out a yelp of surprise.] 

 Huzzah! It works! Turns out putting a fabric heart onto a voodoo doll, will hook Patton up to the doll and make him feel everything that touches the doll’s head. Becaaaause MAGIC!

 [Deceit began tickling the sides of the doll’s neck, fluttering his index finger on both sides of the neck one side at a time. Right side, left side. Right side, left side…

 Patton squealed as his back fell onto the couch. “EEEEHehehehehehehe!” Patton giggled more, flapping his hands absolutely everywhere around his head.] 

 Oh NO! I could sense that! Nope nope nope nope NOPE. 

 [To make things feel a little better, Deceit turned the doll around and gave it a hug.

 Patton smiled as he felt physically hugged by an invisible pair of arms. It felt so warm and snug. Like being held by a security blanket.]

 Awwww! This part has always been a personal favorite part due to how loving it is. It’s times like these that make me wish I had a voodoo doll…

 [Deceit allowed his mouth to morph into a toothy smile as he moved his tickly fingers over to the sides of the doll’s belly.]

 You can just TELL he’s enjoying the hell outta this! #Janusisbestler2021

 [Deceit’s mischief had just left him at this point. Deceit was actually really enjoying making Patton laugh like this. He was keeping it a mystery, sure, but it was really fun seeing Patton laugh and squirm on the couch.] 

 ...Doesn’t everyone feel that with Patton? Or am I the only one? I probably am. I find that BILLIONS of fans LOVE seeing Virgil’s reactions. And Patton’s been fulfilling all the fans’ needs! So...yeah. I would love to tickle Patton! And I would love to be the tickle monster’s pray. Hehe ^w^

 [As he hugged the doll, Deceit watched as Patton practically melted into the touch. It was here, that Deceit discovered something new about Patton: He’s touch-starved. If he were used to touch, Patton would be eventually squirming for him to let go. But, Patton was perfectly comfortable with being cuddled.]

 I actually forgot I added that little fact in here! This is the most realistic fact I have ever seen in my life. 

 [If Deceit didn’t have anything to do, he would’ve definitely stayed to hug Patton for a lot longer.]

 It’s sure a shame that Janus had 4 other sides to tickle. 

 [But, he had things to do.]

 See? Poor man’s busy experimenting with the ultimate tickle toy that beats the Tickle Me Elmo by a landslide. 

 [Deceit hid in the room across from the red-doored room. The room belonged to Roman, who was admiring himself in the mirror. Deceit rolled his eyes, but smiled as he pulled out the red felt heart.] 

 Would you believe I’ve forgotten the order at this point? Maybe now was a good time to re-read it! I’m losing my memory. XD

 [A couple seconds later, the red heart fabric began glowing. This meant that the heart was now fully bonded with Roman!]

 Still don’t quite know how fabric glows, but whatever. Screw logic!

 [Roman - who had been posing in the mirror with his arm up behind his head - squealed and slammed his arm down as he bursted into laughter.]

 Aaah, yes: the classic ‘surprise armpit tickle when the arms are up’ trick. But, with a twist! I’m surprised he didn’t fall! 

 [Deceit giggled and tried tickling two spots at once: the doll’s left armpit and the doll’s right foot. Roman’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull. Roman fell backwards onto the ground, and rolled around manically.] 

 Oop- aaaand he’s down. 

 [Roman was freaking out. Thank god no one was seeing this! How would anyone react to him screaming in laughter at nothing, and rolling around like a wiggle worm?! He would NEVER be able to live that down!]

 *sniffles* Here lies Roman’s pride and confidence. It will forever be missed. 

 [Deceit decided to listen to him and lessen the tickles dramatically. Deceit removed his fingers and decided to try a different tickle spot that Remus shared with Roman: the thighs.] 

 Remus would definitely do this. 

 [Deceit covered his mouth to silently giggle, before adding a second finger to the doll’s thigh. Roman let go of his knees and allowed himself to kick his legs as he rolled around and covered his face with his hands.] 

 Awww! De widdle bean is getting embawwassed! How adowable! OwO 

 [Deceit soaked up as much of Roman’s giggles as he could, before moving onto the left thigh.]

 #Janusisasponge

 [Despite one’s belief with soft tickles, Roman’s giggles didn’t die down! In fact, they almost got a little louder! Deceit’s very light fingernail tickles were almost teasy in a way! This made Roman’s face heat up in embarrassment.

 “Plehehehehease! Ihihihi cahahahahan’t tahahahahake ihihihit! Ihihihit’s sohohoho ticklyhy, and ihihihit’s wohohohohorse thahahat Ihihihi cahahahan’t seehehehehe whehehehere yohohou’ll strihihihike nehehext!” Roman explained through his never ending giggles.]

 Soft tickles can sometimes kill quicker than hard tickles. 

 [Deceit raised an eyebrow. ‘worse when you can’t see’? Now, Deceit was really intrigued.]

 It’s called ‘blindfolded tickles’ with a twist. Aka: ‘you’re worse than SATAN HIMSELF’. 

 And now Janus is gonna start constantly switching spots, to show Roman’s variety in his voice. As if we don’t hear enough melody variety from his singing. XD

 [His laughter would die down into giggles for a while, before growing into even MORE laughter! It was so strange and unpredictable! Whoever this was, was EVIL and should be given PUNISHMENT for such cruel tickle tactics!] 

 Anyone else agree with this? 

 *sees a sea of people in and out of the tickle community* 

 Okay. 

 Roman is given time to breathe, he’s hugged by Janus and Janus moves onto the next victim. 

 [After going up the stairs, Deceit came across Virgil’s room.] 

 We’re literally given the name of who it is this time. No clothing guesses here! Just immediate names. 

 [Now: Knowing Virgil most of his life, Deceit knew that these tickles needed to be tame and calming all at once. He couldn’t go hard on him at all, or else he will really regret it. Even though he could easily get away with it using the Voodoo doll tactic, he still wanted to make him happy, not make him feel miserable.]

 Janus secretly has a soft spot for Virgil because he is a former dark side. 

 [Virgil gasped and bursted into giggles. “Eehehehehe! Gehehehet ohohout ohohohohof thehehere!” Virgil begged. Virgil zipped off his jacket and lifted up his shirt…Funny…No bugs? Were they invisible? Virgil felt around his belly and found that his belly was as bare as can be!]

 I guess the voodoo doll tactic can be quite...deceiving! HA! 

 Why am I like this…it didn’t even make sense.

 [It didn’t take long for his energy to come back thankfully, due to how easy Deceit was on him. Virgil sighed with a smile, and grabbed his headphones to place them on his head. But, just as he put his headphones on, a fluttery feeling started up on Virgil’s ear!]

 ...I actually completely forgot I chose ear tickles for this part! Talk about a renewed experience!

 [Deceit’s smirk got larger as he tickled the different parts of Virgil’s ears. The back of the ears, the front of the ear, the top of the ear flap itself, and even the bit of skull behind the ear was really ticklish! Virgil was giggling madly, shaking his head back and forth and kicking his legs. He was so confused! How were his ears being tickled right now?! Was it some kind of witchcraft?!] 

 Wow! How did Virgil know?! How did he guess it was witchcraft?! 

 [Virgil just didn’t understand. And, to make matters worse, he couldn’t properly think with his ears being tickled and teased!

 Deceit actually planned it that way. He knew that too many physical distractions would stop his spiraling head. This was for the best.] 

 Janus is actually very understanding and loving to Virgil, which is very nice to see! I should write more Virgil & Janus moments like this. 

 [Virgil gasped and suddenly smiled when he felt the feeling of a nice warm hug surrounding him. Virgil didn’t fully understand where the hug-feeling was coming from, but it was enjoyable! Virgil happily snuggled into his bed and cuddled himself into the invisible hug.] 

 Everyone deserves a nice long hug sometimes. And all the time, depending on the person! 

 [Oh boy! Deceit was REALLY excited for this session. Logan is known for showing very little emotion, so finding Logan’s ticklish spots and getting him to laugh could be a game-changer!]

 Lee Logan be like: 

‘shows no emotion. Therefore; laughter is more rewarding when tickled long enough.’

 [After a few minutes of quiet looking, Deceit soon found a book on the very subject he was looking for: voodoo magic.] 

 Because of COURSE Logan has a book on voodoo magic! And this isn’t sarcasm this time! This is genuine! Logan would definitely have a book on voodoo magic in there! 

 [The Voodoo Doll Spellbook: A Compendium of Ancient Contemporary Spells and Rituals]

 This is actually a book I found online! You can buy this book for $32 on Amazon!

 [When it was 100% bonded, Deceit started off small. He placed his fingernail onto the shoulder of the doll, and drew a line down to the outside of the elbow and down to the doll’s stump at the bottom, before removing the fingernail.] 

 [...Logan paused his reading and looked at his arm. Logan examined it, and discovered a potential fear of his had come true: He’s bonded to a voodoo doll! How did- Who in the world has a voodoo doll of HIM?! And WHY?!]

 Hahaha! That moment when you’re reading a book about voodoo, then you feel voodoo magic being done on you? That’s not creepy at all! A nOrMaL oCcUrAnCe!

 [A large squeak left his mouth as he just collapsed onto the floor in mad giggles. Deceit watched as Logan’s emotionless demeanor just crumbled, and allowed his to fall into such an adorable state only a lean nerd could fall into.]

 Presenting, Logan in a nutshell.

 [Deceit liked seeing this reaction. It was kinda cute! So, Deceit kicked it up a notch! He placed his pinky finger onto the black button and began drawing circles around the outside of the black button on the doll.]

 Janus is just having a jolly ol’ time! He should be a tickle monster more often!

 [“Uuh-…Please! That’s my worst spot! I’m begging you!” Logan begged. Deceit lifted an eyebrow. If Deceit wouldn’t have known better, it would’ve sounded like Logan WANTED to be tickled on his hips! So, Deceit did the one thing he 'begged’ for: He squeezed Logan’s hip. “No! NO! NOOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID PLEHEHEHEHEASE! DIHIHIHIDN’T IHIHI?!” Logan asked.]

 Janus being a little shit in 5 minutes or less. Also, when does please EVER work?!

 [It was here, that Deceit decided to walk out from behind the book shelves and in front of Logan.]

 Voila: the big reveal! Janus was behind the voodoo witchcraft all along!

 [“Deceit?! What are you do-” Logan started, before pausing his sentence as he noticed the item in his hand. “…You!” Logan reacted, jumping up to confront him. “YOU’RE the one with the voodoo doll!” Logan confronted.]

 ...Bro...that was so slow. At this rate, Jim Carrey could determine it was Janus before you could!

 [“Indeed I am. Are you surprised?” Deceit asked.

 Logan put a hand in his pocket. “Yes…I suppose I am. I can see the chances of Remus using this, as much more likely than seeing you with the doll. Then again though…You are capable of manipulation…” Logan explained.

 “Manipulation? Don’t you mean…” Deceit started, before lifting up the doll and his finger. “…exposing the truth?” Deceit corrected, ready to tickle Logan when needed.]

 oooOOOOH! I can sense the tension! The idea that someone is holding information about your weakness, and is ready to exploit it at any point?! HOLY CRAP! 

 [Logan’s face visibly morphed into fear. He clenched his teeth nervously.]

 See? Even Logan’s unnerved!

 [Logan resorted to his usual monotone act. “What…is there to understand? I don’t laugh.” Logan explained.]

 Why the fuck you lyin’? Why you always lyin’? MmmmOh ma gahd, stop fuckin’ LYYYIN’!

 ~Nicholas Fraser, Vine

 [“Oh, NOW you cover up your laugh. Let me not remind you that a few seconds ago, you were freely giggling and rolling on the floor.” Deceit reminded. Logan’s eyes widened in fear and shock. He SAW THAT?! OH SHIT!]

 Mm hmm, Yes. He did in fact see that. And now you are what the virgins would say: Fucked.

 [Logan, growing angry at the dominance Deceit had created over the logical side, Logan ran and attempted to grab the doll right out of his hand. But nope! Deceit dodged it and squeezed Logan’s hip as he ran backwards away from the angry side. Not expecting his hips to be attacked so abruptly, Logan made a whining sound and doubled over desperately.]

 ..Well that happened. Tried and failed. #1. 

[“Not a bad attempt. But, you’re gonna have to try a little harder, in order to get this thing out of my hands.” Deceit warned.

 Logan attempted to glare at the evil side, but the glare quickly failed him as the doll’s belly button AND hip was attacked at the same time. Logan let out a muffled yelp and fell onto the ground.

 “Interesting: Despite your logical nature, you seemed to believe that 'giving me a glare while I’m using voodoo magic on you’, will help you in any manner. Yet: it doesn’t.” Deceit teased logically...]

 ...Shit dude! I guess Janus is now the new Logan! 

 [Logan squeezed his eyes shut and helplessly began to let titters out of his mouth. “See? You’re beginning to break now. It’s probably because I’m using an illogical strategy to get you to laugh. No matter how much you laugh, you will never be able to truly understand: Why does a person laugh when they’re tickled? And, where does it come from?” Deceit proceeded to tease in a logical matter.]

 Why are mice ticklish? Why does the world spin round? And one thing I will never know the workings behind: Where do babies come from?

 [Logan’s pent up laughter pretty quickly turned into his regular giggles.

 “Wow! 2 minutes and 30 seconds! Impressive! Yet, at the same time: unimpressive.” Deceit reacted.]

 *crawls under about 10 different blankets and flips off Janus*

 [“How, you ask? Well, that’s simple really: You happened to be born with a collection of nerve ending around multiple spots. But, to narrow it down: your hips-” Deceit squeezed his hips. “your belly button-” Deceit booped his belly button with his pinky. “and…” Deceit said with a smirk, before placing his fluttering fingers onto the doll’s inner part of the upper leg. “…Your thighs.” Deceit concluded.]

 *screams out of my blanket burrito* “STOP TURNING INTO SHERLOCK HOLMES!”

 [Logan couldn’t help his reaction at all! He couldn’t change it either! Logan’s cheeks, against all circumstances, had turned a light red hue! He was blushing! Deceit couldn’t believe his eyes! “Do my eyes deceive me?! Is the logical side…blushing?” Deceit asked.]

 *starts slowly going into a lee mood because of JANUS DECEIT SANDERS!*

 [Deceit tilted his head as he tried something. Deceit tried fluttering his fingers on the jawline and the back of Logan’s ear…Just to see how he’d react.

 Surprisingly, Logan’s giggles heightened slightly as he curled into the strange, but comfortable touch. It was almost a melting spot for Logan. How cute!

 “It would seem that Logan has something that everyone lacks according to my knowledge: A melting spot. You, Logan, are capable of melting into a certain ticklish spot…Almost as if you like it. Do you like it?” Logan explained.]

 MMMMMMMmmmm why tf is this so CUTE?! 

 [Logan didn’t want to answer that question. He was NEVER going to answer such an embarrassing question!

 Though…Logan’s reputation had been left in tatters minutes before this…so…it wouldn’t hurt, right?

 “Fihihihine…Ihihi lihihihike ihihit…” Logan admitted.

 Deceit smirked. “I knew it!” he reacted, still giving Logan’s ears ticklish, cute little treatment.]

 Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!

 [“Hey! Give that back!” Deceit yelled. Logan looked down at it, and smirked. It was a yellow felt heart. Deceit’s bonding heart…]

 Oooooh...I forgot about this part! I actually forgot just how long this fanfiction was. 

 [With the voodoo doll in his hand and the yellow heart in his other hand, Logan could get Deceit back. Only…one problem:

 “How does this doll work? Do I have to clip the heart onto the…black square where the heart location appears to be?” Logan asked.]

 Congrats! You’ve gotten this far. But now, please let us interrupt your much-wanted tickles with some ‘I don’t know how this works’ kinda humor. Pocket’s fanfictions everybody: A place where filler is expected. XD

 [Logan decided to test it. He lifted up his finger, and tried dragging a fingernail down the doll’s right, scaly side. Deceit gasped and hugged his side, showing off a wobbly smile and curling in a little.

 “Fascinating…” Logan reacted. Deceit looked up and watched in horror as Logan squeezed up and down the doll’s side. Deceit squealed through his toothy smile and let out a few high-pitched giggles.] 

 Awwww yeah! REVEEEEENGE!

 [“You know: For an intimidating and sneaky side, you have a very high-pitched giggle.” Logan reacted. Deceit only squealed in reply and continued to curl himself further. “How cruel of me…using such a powerful piece of black magic, for such a simple little reason. kinda makes you regret your previous actions…doesn’t it Deceit?” Logan continued to tease.]

 *claps proudly*

 Ladies and gentlemen: John motherfucking Watson!

 [“There we go! That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Logan asked.

“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEAD!” Deceit yelled through his strong and overpowering laughter.]

Woooow...Revenge seems pretty sweet!

[“Oh, alright. I suppose I can give you a break from the feet.” Logan compromised and removed his fingers. Deceit happily took the break and tried to replace as much oxygen as he could through his body. 

But, Logan wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.]

No sir! No sir-ee bob!

[Deceit got stuck in Logan’s ticklish wonders for a good 30 minutes. Deceit was completely warn out from all the tickles. Which, how was that fair! Deceit had treated the others really well! Why did HE get the rough tickles?! Well, that’s simple: 

What goes around, always comes around…ESPECIALLY if it’s a snake’s doing…]

 Aaaaand that’s all folks! 

I gotta admit: I loved that. I can see why the fanfic got so much recognition! It was long, it was SUPER TEASY, it was EVIL, and it was fun! I had fun! 

I have to now sign off and spend the next hour with my family. I wish you all a wonder 2021! And may we all leave 2020 behind! 

[kweebtrash]

hate u love u (M)

Messy After Story

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU, Smut, ANGST

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: really sad fucking shit, talks about suicide attempts, drug addiction, alcoholism, talks about death, jealousy and insecurities

Features: contraceptives, smidge of a size kink, grinding, face riding & face fucking, sex tapes, choking, sex toys, anal fingering/fucking, thigh grinding, double penetration, creampies, rough fucking, trying some new shit and being kinda awkward and weird but also having some kind of slutty conversations

Word Count: 17.6k

A/N: ok this is the last one I promise😉 this is really fucking angsty and I teared up at some parts writing it so sorry in advance. Also there's a lot of smut. Like 6.5k worth of smut/smutty conversations. Also, i’m going to edit this in a little while so don’t @ me if you see mistakes. I’m gonna fix them probs tomorrow. I’m just tired.

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I didn't talk to him. For weeks. I couldn't. I was so angry. So hurt. So devastated. He didn't tell me where he applied to, must have been because he was running around so much for his gallery and all that shit. But a fucking heads up would have been nice. I didn't see him off at the airport. I tossed his shit in a box and kicked it to the back of my closet. I cried. I screamed. And at last it wasn't anger anymore. It was hurt. It was pain. It was missing him every. Single. Night. The pain was beginning to swallow me whole and I had no idea what else I should do, or could do. He was halfway across the country and I wasn't in his arms anymore. My pillows were tear stained, my floor covered in snot filled tissues, leftover wrappers, and dirty clothes. Everything was harder without him.

I sat cross legged in the middle of my bed as I chewed on my thumbnail and stared at my phone in front of me. I had reopened all the unanswered texts he had sent me. The "baby, please talk to me," the "baby, I'm sorry," the "princess, daddy needs you. Please." I couldn't cope enough to give him an answer. But now...now I felt too empty. I snatched my phone and dialed his number. My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I could feel the blood rushing to my ears. It went to voicemail. I dropped my phone and covered my face, preparing for another round of tears. My phone vibrated against my leg and I saw his number flash across the screen. I answered it instantly and for the first time in a long time I heard his sweet deep voice. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me and I sighed.

"Eri." He said sharply.

The blanket disappeared. "H-hi…"

I heard him chewing on something then swallowing. "What?"

"What do you mean what?"

"Why are you calling me?"

"I can call my boyfriend, can't i?"

"Am I your boyfriend?" The questioned stunned me. Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? We didn't break up we just…

"Y-yes?" My voice trembled. "Yes. Yes, you are."

"Hmm." He chewed again. "Didn't feel like I was."

"I was...upset."

"Yeah, no shit."

I wanted to fucking cry. He didn't even seem to care at all. "I m-miss you. A lot. And I...I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh, now you want to?" I heard him cover the phone and call out to someone, though it was all muffled. "You can do it only at your convenience?"

"I just want to see you. Can I see you?"

"You're gonna fly here? And who's gonna pay for that shit? You're gonna make Quinn do it?"

The tears started to fall again, as quick as a waterfall in a rainforest. "N-n-no. I can do-do it on my own. Do you want me t-there?"

"You're crying."

I stopped talking for a moment, knowing that my voice was going to jump a few octaves and turn into an indecipherable squeak.

"Eri."

"Y-yeah?" I sniffled and wiped my nose with my shirt sleeve. Now it was his turn to stay quiet, save for his fucking chewing. "What in God's name are you eating right now?"

"Shrooms." He swallowed.

What? Like…? "You mean-?"

"Yeah, so anyway, I don't know if you should come here, you know? Seeing as how you didn't talk to me for basically a month and now you're thinking it's okay to call me in the middle of a party and make me feel a bunch of shit. That's pretty cool right? That's pretty fun, right? I'm gonna hang up now."

The line went silent and so did my entire world.

--

I pretended to smile when I was around Quinn. I pretended that I was supportive of Johnny and so happy for him. I only cried when they were over at Jae's house. I hadn't let them in my room and see what a disaster it was. It was closed at all times. I tried my best to keep up my facade and hoped that Johnny had too. If Jae knew anything it would fuck everything up and all would have been for naught. I didn't know how to ask him or if I really even should. Maybe I was keeping up this glamour for myself. So I could pretend that everything was fine and lie to myself instead of Quinn. Maybe it was all for the sake of my sanity.

I had found a slightly better job and quit the Italian restaurant. This one paid more and all I had to do was sit as a desk and listen to people complain about their orders and why it wasn't there on time. It was annoying to take so many calls a day and even worse for my fucking mood disorder. Hearing these people whine fucking drove me up the wall and I chain smoked every lunch break to try and keep it together. I couldn't lose this job. Because it paid so much more than I was used to I was finally able to set money aside. My savings account was looking pretty decent and that was why I wanted to go see him. I could afford to and maybe we could talk it out.

I was on my fourth cigarette since I got home and a quarter into my bottle of bourbon when I got a call. I wasn't really paying attention to who it was, i just answered when I heard the buzzing. "Yeah?"

"Hey."

It was him. I fumbled and almost spilled my paint cup that was filled with swirls of reds and purples. I managed to stop it from falling over and ruining the current piece I was working on. I kicked the canvas away gently and wiped my hands on my already paint covered thighs. "U-uh...um...h-hi."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just uh…" I swayed a little and leaned back against my bed to support myself. I was starting to get the spins. "Just chilling in my room. Why?"

"Talk to me."

"Are you high?"

"Not right now, no." His voice sounded raspy, as if he had just woken up.

"Where are you?"

"My bed. Where are you? Oh...wait. You already said that."

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Are you?"

"No."

"Me either."

He cleared his throat. "'m sorry about last night. I was at a party and-"

"Since when have you started doing other drugs?"

"Hm? Oh...I mean...it wasn't the first time. I've done it before."

"And you never told me?"

"It was before we met. Don't worry about it. You still drinking?"

"Yeah, I'm still fucking drinking." I scoffed.

"I know. I can hear it in your voice. You're getting there."

"Yeah, well...shit happens."

"You really want to come here?"

"Do you really want me there?"

He took a deep breath and went silent again. "Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"I can be there. I can ask for time off. I have enough vacation time."

"Come here. Come to me. Be in my arms. Be on top of me..." He exhaled slowly. "Kiss me."

"It still hurts Johnny."

"I fucking know that already. Trust me."

"Have you told Jae about what's going on with us?"

"No, not really. Told him I've been busy. That I love him. That kind of stuff."

"I haven't told Quinn. I kinda just...pretend."

"You always pretend."

"And you don't?" I snapped 

"Of course I do." He chuckled. "We always pretend that everything's okay. And that's when we tip back a drink or smoke and destroy ourselves together. Don't you remember? That night after we fucked...we just sat against the wall of the bedroom and drank half a bottle of whiskey and just laughed about shit. I got high and you smoked like half a pack. And then I ate you out so good you came twice."

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. I hadn't expected him to say that, to bring that up. "I laughed so hard and cried until I had a mental breakdown."

"Yup. And what did we do after?"

"You wiped my tears and fucked me again and I held onto you so fucking tight because I didn't want you to let me go."

"I remember the scratches. Those weren't orgasmic scratches. Those were in pain scratches."

"I know." I sniffled and punched the side of my thigh over and over so I could redirect my thoughts to not crying.

"Come here. I want to have another night like that with you."

"That was a bad night Johnny…"

"It was and it wasn't. The bad stuff makes us closer and we understand each other better."

"I don't want a bad night. I want a good night. I want only good night's with you."

"We'll have good night's. We will. We'll talk about shit...that's what you want right?" He asked.

"You need to want it to johnny!"

"I do want it! Don't fucking yell at me! I mean I'm fucking asking you to come here. What else do you think I want?"

"Fine, I'll fucking get a ticket tonight and I'll go for like a week."

"Fine. Fucking sounds good to me."

"Fine!" What the hell was happening? We're we mad about seeing each other or not? I laid down on the floor and set the phone down, putting it on speaker. My head was hurting so much and now I had to ask for time off and plan everything by myself. "Can I come at any time or do you have to ask for time off?"

"I can get a couple days off. The rest I might have to work but you can sleep in and I'll be back by the time you wake up. Maybe come on a Thursday and leave on a Wednesday? I don't work weekends unless there's an event and I don't have a weekend event for a bit."

"Ok, I'll ask my job and I'll buy the ticket as soon as I know."

"'mmkay. Sounds good."

We were quiet again and I hated it. "I guess I'll talk to you later." I said, bitterly.

"Okay...if you wanna. I love you, yeah?"

It was the first time I had heard him say it in a long time and it made my heart clench and I started crying again. Goddammit, I could fill a fucking ocean with how much i cried for this man. I went back to hitting my thigh to try and distract myself from it. "I love you too."

"Do you want to...stay on the phone with me, maybe? I haven't heard what's going on with you. You haven't really posted on IG or anything in awhile."

"I don't want people to really look into my life right now. I've been kind of a recluse… You're...partying I guess."

"Ehh, kind of. Every once in awhile. I still have to keep my job right?" He chuckled. "It's been um...really rough without you."

"Yeah I...we...yeah…" He cleared his throat again and I heard him sniff a bit. "Johnny don't you dare."

I heard his voice crack and that was the end. We were two fucking cry babies thousands of miles away from each other and wanting to give up everything just to be together. I wanted to make it work with him. I loved him too damn much to give up now.

--

I was nervous when I stepped out of the airport. California had a weird vibe to it and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not yet. I could deal with cities, hell I lived in one for like half my life, but this was weird, even for just an airport. I looked around trying to find Johnny from the directions he had texted me. I felt so lost and was ready to call him until I saw him looking around as well. "Johnny!"

His head whipped around and a big smile beamed on his face. I ran to him, almost dropping my luggage because I really didn't care anymore. I just wanted him. He gave me a monstrous hug and spun me around, squeezing me as tight as he could. I almost couldn't breathe. His arms felt so much stronger, especially when I grabbed onto his biceps.

He set me down and cupped my face to kiss me hard, before I could even say anything. I had almost forgotten how warm and soft his lips were and definitely got harshly reminded of how much his tongue filled my mouth. Jesus...why did he feel so much bigger? "A-ahmm...j-johnny u-um…"

"Hmm?" His hands were already grabbing at my hips and I pawed him away.

"We're in public, you slut."

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it. You-" He stopped mid sentence and looked me over. I stood up a bit straighter unsure of what he was looking for 

"What?"

"You're skinny."

"Excuse me?"

"Like skinnier. You were kinda chubby before I left."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"No! I mean, like, it's not a bad thing I just-! Like you look hot! I mean you looked hot before too but-"

"Stop fucking talking before I get on that plane and go right the fuck home." I growled.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. What I meant to say was that...you look beautiful."

"Yeah that better be what you meant to say, asshole." I punched his arm but shook my knuckles out immediately after. Why was it so damn hard? Now it was my turn to give him the once over and I realized he was bigger. Definitely more filled out and muscular. His pants were straining at his thighs, like usual but even more so. His arms were more defined and he looked like he could throw me against a wall and I would say thank you. I could clearly see the veins in his arms and I was ready to die right there. "O-oh…" was all I managed to squeak out.

"What? Wait are you checking me out now?" He laughed. "You think I'm fat?"

"No…" I shifted, a bit self conscious of myself now. "You're hot, like always." How many girls had tried to hit on him since he moved here? Ugh, I never thought of something like that before. I wasn't really the jealous type...was I? Well...maybe a little.

He picked up my luggage and put an arm around my shoulders. "Cmon, we've got to check into the hotel."

"Hotel? Why aren't we just staying at your place?" I asked.

"Uh...well...I just wanted it to be special you know? Just me and you."

"Oh you have roommates?"

"Sorta…"

Suddenly I was staring in front of an ugly ass blue van with rust stains on the bottom and scratches along the doors. I was even more surprised when Johnny shoved a key into the lock and slid back the door. I peeked in as he set my luggage behind the passenger seat and saw a mattress in the back, a tension rod holding his clothes up on the opposite door and all his tech stuff hidden beneath the back seat. Curtains covered most of the windows and there was a huge bag of laundry behind the driver's seat. "Ready?" He asked.

I looked at the van then at him then at the van again. "Are you living out of your fucking car?"

"No, well...yes and no. Not entirely. Rent here is kind of ridiculous and I promised jae I would still pay my half of the rent for the apartment while I was gone. So I pay for that, the car, the insurance, my gym membership so I can work out and get ready in the morning there, and then sometimes I stay at my friend's place when I need to cook or do laundry. Hence the...hotel." He cleared his throat and shut the door quickly. "Well, let's get in."

I couldn't believe this. He went all the way to California for this?? What the absolute fuck? He opened the door for me and I stepped in without another word because I knew that if I talked I would say something I would regret. He got into the driver's seat and cut the engine on, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes behind us. He held my hand and stroked his thumb across the back of it, still smiling as he drove  "Are you hungry?"

"No, not right now. Maybe we can order something later? I'm a bit jetlagged." I lied.

"Yeah, whatever my princess wants."

I felt my cheeks flush a bit when I heard him say that. It was different in person than over text and it still made me shiver. I looked over at him as he drove one handed. He was still so heart stoppingly gorgeous and even though I had a bunch of questions and irritations about the van I realized that wasn't what was important right now. I was with my Johnny and we were trying to make things right again. That was what was most important. I gave his hand a squeeze and closed my eyes, letting him take us to where we needed to go. When we got to the "hotel" however, I found that it was just a generic motel chain and not anything remotely nicer. It was a bit of a let down and I tried not to be too materialistic but damn if I didn't want this to be a little more special. He opened the door for me and got my luggage out. We went to our room which was just a small ways from the car. The inside was plain, brown, white sheets on the bed. Nothing spectacular. He went back to get his own bag and lock the car before both of us were in the room, alone at last. 

I kicked off my wedges and sat on the bed which seemed a little too hard for my liking. We were quiet for a moment. I was too busy staring at my feet dangling off the bed to notice that he was now in front of me, pushing me down gently and crawling on top of me. "Hey." He whispered as he pushed my hair back and ran his fingers down the side of my face.

"H-hi." I looked at him then drove my eyes away.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"I want to do a lot of things to you." I confessed.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He teased before placing soft pecks against my lips. "Tell me."

"Um...can I just go freshen up a bit?" I squirmed away from him and wiggled myself off the bed. 

"Um...ok. Are you alright? Do you not want to?" He reached his hand out to me and I just patted it awkwardly.

"No I do I just...give me a couple minutes, ok?"

"Sure, babe…"

I grabbed my luggage and sped to the bathroom, almost a hyperventilating mess. I was so nervous! Why the fuck was I nervous? He's my boyfriend. He's seen me every which way. He's put me in all sorts of positions. We've made so many messes and yet...my stomach was churning and I was getting butterflies just thinking about him being so much bigger than I was and looking down at me. It just reminded me of our first hookup almost an entire year ago. Jesus, we had known each other for a year? I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. Ok, just...get ready for a sexy night like normal. You can do this Eri.

I took a quick shower, washing just the important parts and making sure not to get water on my face. I didn't want to do my entire makeup look all over again. Once I was done I brushed my teeth, reapplied some of my makeup and made sure I smelled like a yummy dessert with the perfume and lotion I put on. I was constantly wondering if I was doing too much but it was whatever. I was going to make sure he was reminded of what had been waiting for him back home. I slipped on my new half shelf bra that barely held me in and his favorite garter and thigh high set that had to be washed so many times because of how much he came on them. I gave myself the once over and made sure I looked ok before cracking the door open slightly.

He had pulled his shirt over his head and I could see every dip and ripple of his back muscles as he worked to undo his belt and shuffle his jeans down. I had to squint just to be sure but it looked like he was wearing red silk boxers. This whole nerd. I fussed over myself one last time before opening the door completely. I had expected him to still be standing but he was sprawled out in some cheesy "sexy" pose with a plastic rose in his mouth until his jaw dropped. "Oh my god, what are you doing, you dork?! Where's you get that flower from?"

He spit and wiped his mouth. "It was in the vase over there. I think it had dust on it. I didn't realize and...wow."

"Why are you such a dummy?" I crawled onto the bed and sat beside him, blushing still. "So...what do you think?"

"I can't think. What is thinking? Boobs." He made no point in hiding his staring.

I shoved his head away playfully. "Idiot. Yes, my boobs are here for you to look at."

"Touch."

"Yes, that too. Oh my god." I grabbed him by his chin and tilted his head up for a kiss. "I missed how much you make me laugh."

"I missed…" He grabbed my thighs and pulled them from beneath me so he could take his place above me again once I fell onto my back. His hands joined mine and pinned them beside my head. "Everything about you."

"I have a few rules for tonight." 

"Oh? Is there something you don't wanna do?"

"The opposite. Your rules are that you have to make me squirt, you have to choke me, you have to let me ride your face, you have to AT LEAST finger my ass, and if you do all that you can cum in me every time."

His eyes went wide. "Ev-every time? You'd let me do that?"

"Yeah, I took some extra precautions."

"Like what?"

"Well one, I just got my new birth control implant in so my arm doesn't fucking hurt anymore and two I got spermicide film."

"Yah what?"

I rolled my eyes. "Basically it's something I put on the inside and it kills the sperm on contact. So no cretins running around. We just have to wait a bit for it to dissolve but that's what foreplay is for, right?"

"Mhmm…" He licked his lips and started pressing kisses down my neck. "You're fucking amazing. I can't wait to fill you up so damn good."

"Eww don't say that." I giggled and smooshed his face away then rolled over onto my stomach beneath him. He instantly set his bulge against my ass and ground into me.

"Wait do I really have to finger your ass?" He said in between kisses across my shoulders and down my back.

"It would be nice since you still haven't done it yet. And I told you it's not "icky" like you think it is."

He groaned. "Ok, if I do it you swear I can cum in you?"

"Absolutely promise, love. I even bought toys to help you out. I mean, you love my ass so much why don't you play with it?"

"Ok, ok, fine. I'll agree to it. But just this once."

"Trust me, you'll want to do it again." I smirked as backed myself up against him, rubbing over the front of his boxers. "I like the silk by the way. Super cute."

He groaned and gripped my hip roughly, pressing into the spot that always drove me wild. I let out a small whimper and shoved my face into the mattress as my body felt tingly all over. "What toys did you bring?" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued to grind and keep his weight on top of me.

"U-um, just a vibrator, some lube, and a-ahh! Hmm...a dildo. Some other stuff."

"Why the dildo?" He nipped at my ear and traced his tongue over my lobe.

"I thought maybe if you didn't want to um...fuck me there I could just play with it."

"Your ass, you mean?"

I gripped the sheets tighter and rocked back harder against him. He hadn't let go of my hip and I was already getting flushed all over. "Uh-huh."

"How big is it?" He worked me onto my knees and spread them as wide as my hips would allow. His fingers had all the access he wanted to work up and down my slit, feeling the wetness that had just begun to form.

"U-um like...7 inches or-" I shuddered and wanted to snap my legs shut when he teased my entrance with a small poke. "S-so…"

"You can take all that there?"

I nodded. "I've done it before. I just need a little bit of help is all."

"And that help is me stretching you open?" He dipped the entirety of his finger inside me now and I bowed my back, hissing slightly. "Why are you so needy right now?"

"Well I haven't had sex since you left. Why the fuck do you think I'm needy? Aren't you the same?"

He didn't answer me and instead thrust his finger in deeper. "You're so small, you know that? You look extra tiny right now."

"We get it, Suh, you have a size kink." I grumbled and tried to move back on his finger but he pulled it away.

"You gonna behave?"

I pouted and gave him a glare. "Don't you dare tease me. That's not part of the rules."

"Let me implement some of my own rules then. One, I get to tease you all I want and I mean taking hours just to lick and kiss you everywhere and not letting you cum at all. Two, you let me face fuck you. Did you bring that spray stuff?"

I scoffed and looked away. "Tch, yeah...or whatever."

"Good. Three, let's make a movie."

I shot up entirely and shoved him away. "WHAT?!"

"Don't make it a big deal. It's just for you and me only. I'm lonely without you here and I can watch it when I miss you the most."

"It is a big deal! Don't you remember what fucking happened to me?!" I yelled.

"Yeah but I'm not stupid or an asshole. I'm your boyfriend. I don't even want anyone to look at you sexually let alone see you naked or getting rawed. I'd be furious. This is just for you and me."

"N-no...i-i don't know, Johnny. If we break up i-"

"We're not breaking up...I thought we were but I'm glad we're not." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "It's not getting uploaded anywhere. It's going on my password protected photo app. No one can get into it but me. I swear, Eri."

"What if I want to stop it?"

"Then we stop it, duh. There's no reason to keep going if you're uncomfortable. We can at least try it for a bit. We're both doing new things tonight. We can celebrate."

"And if I don't like it, you'll delete it right?"

"You can delete it from my phone yourself. You're safe with me babe. Trust me." He held me tighter and nuzzled his face against against my neck.

"I'm nervous…"

"What? Don't be! It's just me, princess. I make you feel good, don't I?" I nodded meekly and played with the band of my thigh highs. "We can get going for a bit then I'll turn it on so that way you're really feeling it. Sound good?"

"O-ok." I agreed, still a little reluctant. But he was right. Maybe we could at least try.

"Good," He laid down, stuffing pillows behind his head and beckoning me over. "Come here, angel."

I shuffled over to straddle him, setting my knees on either side of his head. I propped my hand on the wall and looked down at him as he licked his lips. His arms wrapped around my thighs and held me in place. His face was buried against me in no time, diving his tongue into me as his nose brushed against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and let my other hand fall into his hair. "J-johnny, fuck...I missed your tongue."

He only hummed against me and flicked his tongue faster, slurping lewdly and licking up the length of my slit. His hands slid up and down my thighs, over my hips and stomach, and towards my chest. He grabbed each of my breasts and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. My fingers fisted his hair and pulled as I needed him more and more. I rocked my hips against his face, already feeling the effects he had on me. He parted for just a moment to take in a breath. "Just a sec."

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok. I'm fine now. You taste good. I want more."

"Shut up. No I don't. You're just say-" I gasped as he devoured me further. He caressed my body, hands flowing back down so his thumbs could spread my lips apart. The tip of his tongue painted intimate patterns into me, making me shudder and moan his name loudly. I didn't care anymore if I was loud or not. I needed this like it was my own personal drug. My toes dug into the mattress as I rolled my hips faster, getting closer to falling over the edge. He pulled away again and I figured he needed more air but instead he pushed my hips downward, making me rest over his boxers. "What the hell?!" I pouted.

"Grind on me."

"I was about to cum."

"Didn't I say that I get to tease you without making you cum at all? Now start." I huffed and slid his boxers off, revealing the girth underneath. I worked my hand over the length, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and giving him a good squeeze. "Not what I asked for."

"Fuck off." I hovered over his cock and planted my hands on his chest before I rode my wetness up and down from head to base. His eyes closed and his head fell back into the pillows, his whole body relieving itself of tension. I loved watching him sink into bliss; seeing that shit eating grin on his face because he knew he was getting what he wanted. He settled his hands behind his head and chuckled a bit as my hole brushed over the most sensitive part of him. I teased him by sinking down onto his tip, just a few centimeters or so, before sliding back down and never letting him enter me. Johnny knew that I would tease him just as much as he would tease me. Two could always play that game of course.

I pressed my chest to his, lowering myself just close enough that I could lick his lips. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip and he easily let me in. Our tongues collided and I drew his in to suck on deeply. It morphed into deeper kisses where I could scarcely breathe and we would exchange licks and sucks in the dirtiest ways. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head while the other grabbed my ass, controlling all of my movements. I was his to fuck, his to play with, and his to love unconditionally. I managed to break away from him for a moment, panting against his lips. "Do you want to be inside me now?"

"Hmm, in a bit. Let me get my tripod. Get up."

Oh right. That. I scooted off him and wiped my lips that were still tender. I could taste myself on his tongue and wondered why he liked it so much. I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside before heading back to the bathroom where I had left my luggage. I dug through my clothes and pulled out all the naughty things I had brought with me, taking them back to the bed. His phone was all set up on the tripod ready to go.  "Tell me what I should do first." I propped myself on all fours, waiting for his answer. 

"Better get the spray out." He smirked.

"Of course, you slut." I spritzed a bit of the numbing spray into my mouth, wincing at the overly strong peppermint taste. "Blegh. It feels like toothpaste down my throat."

"Well hopefully my dick will make it better." He tapped record on his phone and told me to come to the edge of the bed. I was just at the perfect height for where he wanted me and I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out. His gripped his base and rubbed the head of his cock against my tongue, swirling it a bit. I wrapped my lips around him and suckled on the sensitive area and the soft curse he let out warmed every inch of my skin. I set my hands on his hips and flowed back to grab a hold of his ass to steady myself.

He thrust into my mouth, slowly at first, getting me used to the stretch within my lips. Every few minutes or so he would push in further until he touched the back of my throat. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling but I didn't gag thanks to the spray. Instead he remained nestled in for a while until he looked down at me. "Ready?"

I was already thinking about how sore my throat was going to be tomorrow but I nodded against him. He gripped the back of my head with both hands and pulled out slowly before plunging straight in. I dug my nails into his skin as my nose brushed against his lower stomach and he destroyed my throat. He didn't let up on his speed and I struggled to breathe through my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt tears already prickling at the corners of my eyes. He fumbled through obscene curses and almost incoherent mumbles, the pleasure of my mouth wrapped around him seeming to drive him insane. I tapped on his hip, signaling to let me go. He pulled out completely and I worked to clear the saliva between us.

He dragged his thumb across my lips to clean me up as well. "You okay?" I nodded and swallowed hard. "You sure?" I nodded again and pulled him back to me, opening my mouth for another round. "Good girl."

My body lit up at the praise and I held my head a little higher, squaring myself and gripping the edge of the bed. He worked his way back in, feeding himself into me and wreaking havoc on my taste buds. I managed to look up at him and realized he had been staring down at me the whole time. I darted my eyes away though he tapped my chin to get me to look back up. His big hand was suddenly engulfing my throat and added accompanying pressure to the point where I felt light headed. "You look so good like this, you know that?" I heard him say. My body was almost swaying and I tried to keep my frame firm but it wasn't any use. My eyes fluttered closed and I leaned into his hand until my breath was non existent. "Eri?" My hearing was fuzzy but I felt myself wanting to smile, whether I was doing it or not, I didn't know. The feeling of not being able to breathe and floating into an unconscious space was always thrilling but I was ripped from me just as it started getting good. 

He pulled back again, letting his grip on me fade and I took in a large gulp of air, falling into a coughing fit. He walked away from me to go to the mini fridge within our room and get a small bottle of water. He handed it to me and I took it graciously, downing it in seconds. He stopped the recording and sat down beside me. "You good? You looked like you were going to faint or something. I got scared."

"I'm okay, I just got lightheaded."

"Fuck, it was too much then, wasn't it?"

I leaned against his shoulder and giggled. "No, I like getting lightheaded when I'm being choked."

He scoffed. "Of course you do. Don't scare me like that though, ok? Maybe were not completely ready for the face fucking." 

"I'm sorry, baby. I liked it, I really did and I didn't think I would. It's just kinda like another form of choking." I nudged my head just under his chin and rubbed his broad chest. "Maybe we can try again a little later too?"

"It was pretty hot. You looked so damn good." He licked his lips then kissed me briefly before commanding me to lay down. He made me hold my legs open while he retrieved the bottle of lube from the small pile of things I had brought over. I watched as he added a small glob to his fingers and pressed it to my rim. "I guess we can start this now."

"You sure you're okay with it?" I asked, not wanting to force him to do anything he didn't want to.

"I might as well try it. I mean, I never thought it was really hot or sexy but you are so maybe I'd like it. You think it would make you squirt?"

"I've never done it with just anal but maybe if we add some other stuff it might. It'll be fun to find out." I grabbed his other hand and folded my fingers into his, giving the back of it a chaste kiss.

He returned the kiss to my stomach and took a deep breath. "I have to go slower, right? Like it'll hurt more if I don't?"

"Right. It's just like fingering me regularly just a little more cautious. You'll be ok." I assured him.

"What if it feels gross?"

"Oh my god, Johnny, it will not feel gross. I swear."

He scrunched up his nose and didn't move. I sighed and set my legs down. "You don't have to do- OH WELL OK THEN!" I felt him press into me, his fingertip wiggling its way inside.

"Keep your legs open, dammit."

"Ya could've warned me!"

"You wanted me to do this anyway so hush!" I reopened my legs and noticed that he was blushing through his face of deep concentration. He was even poking his tongue out a bit. It was cute but now I was a bit afraid of how thick his fingers were."How many do you want in here?"

"Three usually works. But not all at once!"

"I know that! Just calm down! You're making me feel weird." I kept quiet then, closing my eyes and trying to relax around his finger. He let my hand go to gently brush his thumb over my clit, letting me focus on that sensation until his entire finger finally poked through. "Huh."

"What "huh"?"

"Kinda feels a bit weird. Not like a normal vagina."

"Well duh," I said. "Probably because it's NOT a vagina??"

"Eri, Jesus Christ." He slammed his lips against mine then in order to keep me quiet as he started to slowly thrust his finger. 

"You're being a fuckboy again." I said in between a few kisses.

"No, I'm just being me. We can be weird and casual in bed." He nipped at my bottom lip and curled his finger gently. "Am I doing it right?"

"Y-yeah," I wrapped my arms around his ribcage and nudged my thigh between his legs. "Feels nice. You'll need some more lube for the second one though."

"I know." He swallowed hard and pressed his cock against the fabric of the thigh highs, beginning to rub against it. "Just give me a sec...fuck…" That always got him going; a begging and needy prince that wanted to fuck my thighs and grind against them until he made a mess. It had become my favorite thing for us to do just because I loved his change in demeanor. He was hiding in my neck, whimpering slightly and kissing me in the softest of ways. I pushed his hair back and encouraged him not to forget about his finger deep inside me. He had stopped as he had gotten distracted with his grinds that were gradually getting faster.

"You know you're not allowed to cum this way, no matter how much you want to." I whispered.

He nodded and sunk a small bite into my neck. "I-i know b-but-!"

"No but's Johnny. You know the rules." He had the biggest pout on his face and I couldn't help but giggle. "Someone's a little submissive."

"I am not submissive. I just like cumming on your thighs."

"But do you like cumming inside me more?" It was like he was weighing the pros and cons of each situation, never before encountering it. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it, his brows furrowing again in thought. I smirked and grabbed the bottle of lube and dangled it in front of his face. "While you're thinking it over how about you get to work stretching me more."

He sighed and snatched the bottle from me, pulling out his finger then adding lube to them both. He was even slower as he tried to pry in again. It had been so long since I had done this and I was too tight for comfort. It was going to be some time before I opened up full. The fingertips did eventually get in, making me gasp and mewl like a kitten in heat. I arched up, pressing my thigh against him harder and sliding my hand down my body to thrust inside my wetness. "Damn, is this what you're like every time you do anal?" 

"Shut up...I just kinda like...um...both holes filled at the same time."

"Ooohhh. Is that your fantasy?"

"To get fucked by two guys and eat out a girl at the same time? Yeah. I mean if you would've went with the foursome idea at christmasssss..."

"Hm." He shoved his fingers into me fully making me cry out.

"F-fuck! Johnny! You asshole!" The stinging pain was somewhat strong but the masochist in me wasn't running away from it. They were working faster, curling against the tightness and scissoring me open. I held onto his wrist, making sure he was pinned in place. I didn't want him to leave, I couldn't bear the thought of him stopping just to tease me again. I was pumping my own fingers into myself faster, my breaths war torn and ragged. He was grinding harder against my thigh, rubbing against the mesh and bringing moans out of him so deep that I wanted to scream. I fucking missed this so much; making him moan, whimper, beg, pant. Everything. It just brought me back to how much his voice made me quiver with orgasms since before I even met him.

"I need you, Eri. Now."

"Just a little more. Please. I want you too but just a little more!" I bit down on my lip as my other hand grasped the sheets between us. He was peeved that I wouldn't let him inside me just yet but by the way he was throbbing and leaving a wet patch on the fabric between us I could tell he was enjoying the show. He edged another finger inside me and we matched three for three. Both sets of fingers filling me had my holes clamping in eagerness to cum. The edge of my palm brushed against my clit while his thick fingers curled deeper inside me, circling against pleasure points and spaces that reawakened after so long. And then he pulled away and shoved my hand aside. "God fucking dammit Johnny!!" All he could do was laugh and I wanted to punch him in the chest. "Really?!"

"Yeah, you're hot when you're sexually frustrated." I watched him leave me to tap the record button again. He then returned to prop himself against the wall, his lap welcoming me to sit on it. He patted his thighs and I crossed my arms, my lips in full pouting mode. "Hah! Don't give me that shit. You want it bad. You're not gonna be a brat for long. Get over here, Eri."

"No! You're being a jerk!"

"You wanna cum don't you?" I glanced over as he said those words lower and definitely more enticing. His hand was wrapped around his cock and adding slow strokes to his shaft. His tongue poked out to graze his bottom lip and I hated that he was trying to win me over. I couldn't resist the way he looked when he had his legs open like that, hair sticking slightly to his forehead, and his broad chest heaving slightly. Droplets of precum slid down onto his fingers as he gave his head a squeeze, hissing as his teeth sucked in air. "Princess...come here."

Oh fuck you. I caved in and straddled his lap, lowering my gaze to his length. I set my hand over his and guided him towards my entrance, slowly sinking down until he filled me completely. We stood still for a moment, almost in shock at how amazing it felt. It was way different from when he wasn't feeling sexual when he first started his meds. We got to be intimate on other levels and though I craved him I was still mostly patient and comforted him. This was months of sadness, anger, hatred, pain, and heart wrenching love that had culminated into a burst of sexual frustration and passion all at once. I didn't need anything but him. In fact if we stayed holed up in this shitty motel the entire week I think I would be able to survive off his kisses alone.

"Move, for the love of fucking god, move." He begged. He was just as desperate as I was and I gave into his command before he even finished his sentence. I held onto his shoulders and worked through the burning in my thighs to bounce quickly. Feeling him plunge deep and fill me with every inch of his girth was a gift I was more than happy to accept. I noticed him fumbling his hands behind me but barely gave it any thought. I was too entranced by chasing my pleasure and hoping he wouldn't pull away again. That was when I felt something poking at my rim. I gasped as he pushed it through, stuffing me with the dildo in an act I'd never thought he'd do.

"B-baby, w-wha-what are you-?"

He gripped the back of my neck and growled against my lips. "Fuck yourself on them both."

I swallowed hard and nodded, switching my movements to swift rolls of my hips so I could catch both cocks on a heated rhythm. Johnny moved the dildo faster, almost as fast as his hips were snapping up into me now. I cupped his jaw and landed sloppy, half met kisses to his lips which he reciprocated with bites and licks to my tongue whenever he could. I was a literal mess and at his mercy. His free hand tore into my ass cheek, creating half moon indentations in my skin. I heard a thud then and realized his head had collided with the wall as he tried to move it back. "Ouch! Shit."

I giggled in between pants and cradled his head. "You're always knocking your head on something when we fuck. Are you ok?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, just keep going. I'm an idiot."

"My idiot." I gently rubbed the back of his head and held him close to my chest, setting my other hand against the wall. I mewled as my skin seemed to break with how rough he was digging his teeth in but it was fucking beautiful. With how much he had teased me and with all the sensory overload he was providing now, my orgasm was quick to come. When I rolled my hips, my clit would rub against his base and added to everything that was destroying me. That little motion was enough to have me dousing his lower stomach and thighs with my cum that gushed out in heavy spurts. My hand flew to cover my mouth and stop my scream from bursting through. It was so intense, too intense even, and I scrambled to pull away from him as my body curled up and I felt trembling aftershocks.

I could only curse and bury my face into the bed, my fist ripping the bedsheet from the corner of the mattress. Johnny hovered over me, tossing the dildo aside and trying to pry my legs open. "Nonononono." I whimpered as I was still too sensitive. I didn't want him to drive me into another orgasm that soon. I didn't think my body could take it. But he was inside me again, my hands pinned by my head as he slammed into me. I could barely look up at him but he was hovering over me, casting a shadow against the ceiling light and somehow seeming much bigger than before. "I love you…" He gasped out. "Cum with me this time."

I sure as hell would try. My walls were weak and anything could send me over the edge again. I closed my eyes as I felt him throb then stutter, a warmth filling my belly and simultaneously flowing out of me. I felt tears prickling at my eyes as my second flow of cum spread onto the sheets beneath us. He collapsed onto me and I held onto him so tight as the tears finally fell. My mind was a sea of emptiness. No thoughts filtered through and I just wanted to stay in this moment with him forever. I closed my eyes and let our heartbeats slow down until our breaths steadied. "God…" I whispered. "That was…"

"All I ever wanted and more." He pushed back his sweat drenched hair and gave me a small kiss. "Are you crying?"

"Oh." I wiped my eyes quickly. "Not sad crying. Like it was just a lot at once and it felt so good. I don't know. It just...happened." I laughed.

"Weirdo." He smiled. "Oh shit, the video." 

"Shut it off." 

"Well I don't wanna pull out yet."

"Fine, just shuffle with me until you can reach it." We looked stupid scooting our bodies close to the edge of the bed just so he could stop the video and take his phone off the tripod. I sighed as he sat back and made sure my legs were wide open.

"This is why I didn't want to pull out yet. I want to see it drip out of you." He held the phone above me and I rushed to cover myself.

"That's embarrassing, you giant pervert!!"

"No it's not! It's so damn hot. Please? Pleaseeeeee??" He covered my face in silly little kisses, trying his best to convince me.

"What is up with you suddenly becoming a porn director?!" I grumbled.

"I told you, it's because I miss you and I can only think about you when I jack off. But with this I can see us together and it will be so much more intense when I cum. I can see and hear how good I made you feel. The sounds you make are something else."

"O-oh…" My face flared up as I hadn't expected him to say all of that. "You are so lucky I love you more than anything. And I know you would raise hell if anybody else saw me like this. Fine, pull out."

I heard the beep of the video begin and covered my face as he moved. I felt his cum flow out of me, more so when I clenched my pelvic floor to push it out. He let out a deep moan of satisfaction and used his thumb and index finger to spread my lips apart, making me even more flustered. "Are you done yet?" I mumbled behind my hands.

"No." He dragged his fingers through his cum and nudged my hands away. "Open." I kept my eyes closed but opened my mouth, taking in his fingers that rubbed the bitter musk over my taste buds. He spread his fingers across my tongue, pinching it slightly before plunging to the back of my throat. I winced and moved my head away. The numbing spray had worn off and I wasn't into vomiting all over my boyfriend. He pulled away and stopped the third clip. "Damn."

I sat up and sighed. "Can you clean this up? I don't really wanna move."

"Yeah, I got you." I adjusted myself to lay down on my side of the bed while Johnny plugged his phone in to charge and gathered up the things we had made a mess on. I was already drifting into sleep, not even really caring about how sticky I was. "Is there anyway to clean a dildo without it feeling like you're jacking it off?!" I heard him call out from the bathroom.

"No!" I responded to his stupid question before turning my head away from the bathroom and falling asleep.

I woke up in the middle of my deep sleep after having the weirdest dream ever. I hated when I had dreams like that because I could never seem to get back to sleep until hours after. I sighed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, pouting at my now awakened state. Johnny was spooning me, arm wrapped around my torso with his hand on one boob as usual. That I didn't mind that as much as i did his erection jabbing into my lower back. He was dead asleep too, I could tell by his snoring. How he managed to get hard while not even being awake, who knows. Maybe he was having a more pleasant dream that I had. But he needed to move if I wanted to be comfortable at all again.

I nudged my elbow against him and removed his arm from around me. "Johnny." I whispered. "Move over."

Nothing.

I sighed and whispered a little louder. "Johnny! Move over." I tapped his thigh, hoping to get his attention but all it did was make him grind into me. This man never stopped. "Johnathan. Please move."

He grumbled and nuzzled between my shoulder blades before pressing me onto my stomach. I huffed and turned my head to the side so the pillow wouldn't suffocate me. "Boy, if you don't get off me-" I gasped sharply as I felt him enter me, his head popping through instantly. "W-wrong hole!" I squeaked.

"Fuck...why is it so tight?" He rasped, voice still laced with sleep.

"You're in the wrong place!"

"Mhm-hm. It's where I wanna be."

Did he just…? Was he…? WHAT? "A-are you sure? You never liked this like ever be-" My words were taken from me as he sunk in deeper. I was still somewhat stretched out from him using the toy on me earlier but this was even heavier and thicker than that measly thing. He raised me to my knees and rubbed his hands all over my body.

"Was dreaming 'bout you."

"I-i can tell. U-um…" I was blushing hard as one of my fantasies with him was finally checked off the list. "Do you like it?"

"Not sure yet. Can I move?"

"Yes, please."

He pulled out slowly and sunk back in, testing the waters and gauging how we both felt. I was still in shock but craved more and I wondered what was going through his mind. Why did he have a sudden change of heart? Just wanted to explore? Maybe he liked what we had done earlier? Or perhaps he was doing it because he wanted to make something up to me, like leaving, in a way. Whatever it was this change of heart was giving me pleasure in a way no one had made me feel before. He held onto my hips tightly and soon I heard the familiar slapping of his hips against my ass. I closed my eyes again and let him take over and figure out what he liked and didn't like.

"Open your legs more."

My thighs already were still sore from earlier but I wiggled them apart as he pressed his hand firmly against my lower back. He wanted that deep feeling of being in my stomach and drawing moans out of me. It was one of my favorite things to do with him and it made my body tremble. "Baby...shit…" I mewled. "It's good. I told you it's good."

"Hmmm... Can I cum in here too?"

"Yeah, whatever you want. Do whatever you want to me, love."

"I like the sound of that." He pressed my hips back harder, slamming us together and taking me back to a whimpering mess. He reached over and clicked on the bedside table lamp. "Wanna see you." I didn't even protest and let him marvel in the way he was stretching my ass open. I was too wrapped up in how good it felt to even care. He pressed his chest to my back and nipped at my ear. "I wanna see you fuck yourself this time."

"A-ahh...with the dildo?" 

"Yeah." He moaned against my ear. "Fast. And. Deep." He landed each word with harsh thrusts that I could feel in my stomach. I noticed he had set the clean toys on the bedside table and I reached out for the dildo, shuffling it between me and the bed. Johnny sunk his teeth down onto the back of my neck just as I pressed the toy into me. My favorite sensation was back and I was thrust into a place of bliss and heightened senses. He controlled the speed of my thrusts for a moment, making sure I knew how he wanted me to fuck myself. I almost couldn't take it but he made it even worse when I heard the whir of the small bullet vibe I had brought. It was deadly in his hands, especially since he kept it firmly against my clit. I wanted to crumble beneath his weight but he wrapped his arm around my waist and linked his ankles over mine so I couldn't move an inch. I was trapped beneath his big body, helpless and begging for my release.

"That's my babygirl. You're doing so good for me." He cooed. I buried my face into the pillow, blushing at his sweet words. I was already flustered and he was making it worse. "Do you wanna cum for me?"

"Y-yes daddy." I said meekly.

"I know, and I want you to squirt again. I want you to cum so hard. So sensitive and overstimulated that you collapse and cant take anymore. I want that."

He worked the bullet into small circles which made my toes dig into the sheets. His hand that was around my waist slid down to cover mine, controlling the speed of every single one of my pleasure points. With both his hands between my thighs and his cock stuffed inside me, I gripped the pillow between my teeth, clenching hard as my body came full force for the third time that night. I felt my cum flow over my thighs and his hands, pitter-pattering onto the mattress. My nails clawed at the walls as he let the dildo go but kept the vibrator on me, keeping up the relentless torture. I screamed a chaotic monologue of "Daddy! Please! Daddy please!!", begging for him to ease up on my sensitivity but he didn't. Instead his hips drove all the way home, pounding harshly and creating an infestation of tremors throughout my entire being. Finally, the bullet stopped and dropped by my knee. 

Both of Johnny's hands were on my hips again as he chased his own orgasm, breathing hard in between growls and moans. I brought my hand to rest on his, squeezing my fingers against him tight. His cum rushed into me then, warming me like he had done before and making me feel absolutely full. He let me lower myself to the mattress and caved on top of me again, resting his head by mine. "Was us fucking always this amazing? I mean like yes but also like...this is some next level shit." He chuckled. "Eri?"

"I'm so tired, you asshole."

"Well I know your asshole is tired. Pretty much got plowed into oblivion."

"Uh, yeah, so...what was that about?" I asked curiously.

He huffed, trying to blow some of my curls away from his face. "I don't know...just...guess I should try stuff before I say I don't like it. I never found it sexy but your ass is perfect. It was like suffocating. Only with you babe."

"I feel so special. And also like I wanna die. I need to shower. I'm so sticky but I don't think I can move."

"I'll help you. Hold on." He slid out of me slowly, leaving my hole gaping and dripping with his cum. "Fuck…" he breathed. "I could watch that all day."

"Jooohhnnnyyyy!" I covered my head with the pillow, wanting to disappear forever every time he stared at my openings like that.

He tossed the pillow away and helped me sit up gently. "I just like teasing you."

My big pout didn't last long because he scooped me up in his arms bridal style and carried me to the bathroom. I held onto him tight, almost in disbelief. "Well damn daddy, just bench press me."

"Knowing you, you'd like that." He set me down gently in the shower and joined me before drawing the curtains and turning on the water. "I'm so glad you came, baby." He set his head on top of mine and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"I am too. I just want to be with you. No matter what."

--

The next morning (or afternoon, I wasn't really sure) I woke up with almost every inch of my body aching. My ass hurt, my legs hurt, all the bite marks hurt, my throat hurt. Having sex with Johnny was like getting hit by a freight train and trying to pick yourself back up from the aftermath. On top of that I was so damn hungry. I rolled over slowly and hit an empty spot instead of the warmth I expected. I felt around, trying to figure out if I was missing something before opening my eyes. He wasn't there. I sat up and looked around, perplexed as to where he went. "Looking for me?"

My head swiveled when I heard his voice. He was coming out of the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. "How ya feeling?"

"Like death." I croaked. "Where did you go?"

"To get you breakfast and a chai latte to try and make your throat better. I got your favorite. Strawberry pancakes, eggs, sausage, and chicken nuggets."

"Fuck yeah, nuggies." I giggled a bit and reached out for the latte. I definitely needed it to soothe my throat.

He tossed off his jeans and brought the bag of food to sit between us. I curled up against him instantly and nuzzled his shoulder. "Let me guess, you want me to feed you?" I nodded and gave him puppy dog eyes. He rolled his own and opened the containers cutting up the pancakes and feeding them to me. "I wanted to take you out later on if you're up to it?"

I chewed a bit then swallowed. "Take me where?"

"Shopping and stuff. We've got big malls here. Figured you'd like all the makeup stuff."

"Oh yeah? You gonna be my sugar daddy or something?"

He scoffed as he ate one of the nuggets. "More like generic store brand sucrose father."

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "You know you don't have to buy me anything right?"

He shrugged. "You just seemed kinda disappointed in the hotel and my car…"

"Well...I am, I mean I was. I just expected you to have more since this was your big internship, you know?"

"Yeah...well I like my van. I can go wherever I want and not have to be tied down. I've traveled along the coast and to different cities already. It was like this place was made for me. There's so much to do here. It's better then our college town."

"Right…" I said rather sadly.

"Babe, you know I do miss you. I don't want to be away from you and that's not what im trying to say right?"

"I know...I know. Let's just not focus on that right now I guess."

"I still wanna take you shopping. Get you looking all cute and shit. I'll carry your bags and all that." He fed me another bite of pancakes. "Is that ok?"

I felt bad. I didn't want him to think that he had to do this for me, especially not spend money to make me feel happy. "Johnny, I'm sorry about the van and the motel. You don't have to buy me anything. I don't want to be a materialistic bitch. That doesn't matter to me. I can stay in bed with you all day."

"Shut up. We're doing it. It's not just shopping. I can show you around too. You have to at least do other stuff on your vacation than just fuck me. Even though I'm about it."

"Ok, ok, sucrose father." He gave me a laughter filled kiss which I returned with hidden intentions. I swiped my tongue along his bottom lip and cupped the back of his neck.

"Mhm...baby...you want something." He said, seeing through me instantly. "Aren't you sore?"

"Not all that." I eased my way into his lap  "Just wanna warm you. That ok?"

"Hmm...only for a little bit."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, settling my center over him. He held me close too and guided my hips to grind smoothly over him. I avoided his lips so we both wouldn't get too worked up, just enough for him to nestle  inside me and stay there for a little while. "Did you wanna do this this morning?"

"Yeah but you left." I pouted.

He swiped his thumb over my lip and I took it into my mouth, sucking gently. "I got you food didn't I? I made it up to you."

I laid my head on his shoulder while keeping his thumb in my mouth. I hummed a little response and lifted my hips for him to guide himself in. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and I sunk down slowly, wincing a bit at my tenderness but the feeling of him inside me made me all cozy and gushy with lovey feelings. Johnny scratched at my head gently and turned the TV on low, not minding me wanting to fall back asleep. "If you don't want to go shopping today, we can do it tomorrow. But my friends are also having a party tomorrow and I'd like it if you met them."

Blegh, socializing. Socializing with my boyfriend's friends. Socializing with people that weren't that great because he only had one good friend. I sighed internally and tried to gauge if I could really take in that much anxiety in one day. Probably not and I would be suffering the entire time but I would do it for him. I would do anything for him.

--

I squeezed Johnny's hand tightly as we walked up the stairs to this ridiculous baby mansion. I had never seen a house this huge before but I guess it's what happened when you were California dreamin'. There was way too many people already and I clung onto him tighter as my breath sped up. The music was way too loud and when I tried calling out to him he didn't hear me even though we we're right next to each other. So I continued to follow wordlessly as he did his social butterfly shit. He was saying hi to people he never mentioned to me and making his way through the crowd until he found a couch for us to sit on. He sat down and set me beside him, his arm loosely around my hips. About a dozen people were circled around us and a few people stared at me including this gorgeous girl who sent me a small smile. I straightened up a bit as I looked her over. She had beautiful skin, a little darker than mine, and braids going all the way down her back with some pink synthetic hair mixed in. She had the coolest punk vest on, all decked out in patches, studs, and distressing. I wanted to ask her about them but my social anxiety was making me shrink away.

Johnny didn't seem to notice our exchange at all. He was too busy laughing at something someone said before he got passed a joint. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow on my knee, setting my chin in the palm of my hand. "You gonna be social or pout all night?" Johnny asked as he exhaled smoked.

I waved it away instantly. "I am being social, I'm here aren't I? Also you know I hate that stuff. Don't blow the smoke around me."

He rolled his eyes and took another hit before passing it onto the next person. "I would like you to at least talk a bit."

"And what you you like me to say Johnny? That I'd rather be in the hotel? Maybe grinding on you until you begged to be inside me? Do you want me to tell them that?" I was getting snippy because of this atmosphere. I never should've agreed to come but I didn't think it would be this bad.

"Don't be a smartass."

"I'm not. It's the truth."

He looked over at me and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You need to behave and I mean it."

"Or what?" I challenged. "It's a lot for me to take in at once, ok? You of all people should fucking know how anxiety works."

"There's nothing to be anxious about. It's just a party. We gone to parties dozens of times. It's the same thing."

"It's not…" This was like some fashionista bullshit. Like high roller drugs and top tier liquor everywhere. All sorts of people dancing around through flashing lights and thumping music. It was overwhelming and I was uncomfortable seeing people snort coke off of tables or toss back unknown pills. I didn't know how Johnny could stand this either. This exact environment was the one that got him roped into trouble. I knew it affected him so why wasn't he showing it?

"Just chill and talk. These are my friends and it's important that everyone gets along."

And what if I don't like your friends? I wanted to scream. Why did I have to be friends with your friends? Were your friends the ones acting like fools and looking geeked out of their minds. I sure as hell would've thought you'd be smart enough to not be friends with them either. "Fine." Was all I actually said. "I will try."

Johnny turned away, releasing his arm from around my hips to distract himself with someone else. I was hurt that he seemed so intensely peeved about me feeling this way. He was acting brand new, as if I, as if HE, didn't have social anxiety. He handled his differently. He partied more and I got angry before I got drunk. I was in the angry phase currently. I was about to call it quits right then and there when some guy got close and asked me a question. "So you're Johnny's friend?"

"Friend?" I scoffed. "I don't think "friend" is the right term."

"Ohhhh, so like a fuck buddy thing?"

I was totally confused. Had Johnny not introduced me as his girlfriend? I looked over at him for a second, wondering if it was just a miscommunication error or something he blatantly didn't want people to know. "No, were not fuck buddies. We're together."

"Johnny never told us he had a girlfriend. Did you just start dating?"

I grit my teeth and tried my best to stay calm. What the hell? Why hadn't he told them? Did he want to feel single over here? Did he want to fuck other people while I was at home crying over him? I was fuming.

"Kylo, chill with the 20 questions bro." Johnny laughed. "We're just here to have a good time."

"Sorry! I was just curious! I mean, she is pretty cute after all." Kylo said with a wink in my direction.

Johnny just laughed. He didn't get into his usual jealous or dominating role. He fucking laughed. Who was he right now? We had just had three days of paradisal bliss and now at some party he changes into someone I don't know. I wanted to flirt with this Kylo guy to really test Johnny but  I also wasn't in the mood for whatever karma would come of it. I crossed my arms over my chest and avoided them both. Instead my eyes landed on the beautiful girl who was chuckling. She mouthed something that looked like "he's wack" and nodded towards Johnny.

"That's for damn sure." I said in agreement. She laughed louder, a really sweet and airy sound. I loved it and could feel myself getting flustered. I didn't know why- well I did. It was because girls made me crumble to my knees faster than any man could. But I shouldn't have been acting this way. It just seemed wrong. Suddenly a shrill voice cut through the high strung atmosphere and before I knew it some girl was draped over Johnny's lap and kissing his cheek.

"Johnny!" She practically squealed. "I knew you'd be here!"

At first I was shocked. All I could really do was take in her incredibly expensive, diamond encrusted bracelets, her Yves Saint Laurent tiny purse, and her chanel sunglasses perched atop of overly processed blonde hair. She was just a little miss Paris hilton who was way too comfortable with my man. He let her hang onto him, even putting an arm around her shoulders. Was it really fucking social if I snapped someone's neck?

"Cassie, babe," He joked. "What are you on tonight?!"

"A little coke, a little molly. Just the usual combo."

"Ugh I fucking hate molly. Never again."

Yeah because that's what you took the night you got assaulted and now you're hanging out with someone who does this on the regular? Nothing made sense. Was he even thinking? Also, what was this 'babe' shit? I was the only one he called that!

"I know, I know! Don't worry. You can just have some Percocets and chill for the night. You're so wound up and tense!" She laid her head on his shoulder and looked up at him with doe eyes. I felt the rage building in my fist and I was dead set on punching her in her fucking designer face.

I pushed Johnny back against the couch and leaned into this chicks face, grabbing her shoulder roughly. "Hi I don't think we've met." I growled. "But you need to get your hands off my-"

She gasped, completely ignoring my anger and not taking me seriously. She reached out a manicured claw to try and touch my hair. "Your curls are so pretty! Oh my god! How do you get them to be so nice?! You know I tried a perm once and-" 

I gripped her wrist and yanked her twig like arm away from my head. "Don't. Touch. My. Hair." It was the one thing I absolutely hated. Strangers weren't allowed to touch my hair. Barely anyone was allowed to touch my hair. It was my sacred crown that I took pride in and I'd be damned if little miss cokehead was going to touch it.

"Eri, what the fuck?" Johnny said harshly as he pulled her wrist from my grasp. I glared at him in disbelief. Was he actually defending her?

She rubbed her wrist and held onto him. "Johnny! Why is she being mean?!"

"Oh I'll fucking show you mean." I got up and made a grab for my gauges, ready to square up and get charged with assault. I gave zero fucks right now. I suddenly felt a hand gently wrap around my arm, tugging me away from the situation. "Come walk with me." The beautiful girl from before said. Since Johnny was too fucking busy coddling the bimbo I decided to go with her. I felt a sense of calmness when she touched me, like a connection had suddenly been formed. We moved away from the party altogether and made our way outside to pretentious garden area that was filled with dozens upon dozens of flowers and plants, with a fountain, swing set, and gazebo in the middle of it. 

I was shaking, violently so. I dug my hand into my purse to pull out a cigarette from the carton. I set it between my lips and went to light it but I couldn't keep myself steady enough to ignite it. I was two seconds away from tossing the damn thing when she unfolded my tense fingers and took the lighter from me. She cupped her hand around the flame as it burst forth, making sure the wind wouldn't extinguish it as it caught the end of the cigarette.

"Thank you." I said as I took a deep drag.

She slipped the lighter back into my purse, so smoothly that I barely even noticed.

"So you're Johnny's girl?" She asked in a voice that was a bit husky contrary to her laugh.

"I guess barely! What the fuck is his problem? Who is that chick?! I swear to god! I'm about ready to slit her throat! Why didn't he tell anyone that I was-"

"Hey," she cupped my face gently and I instantly shut up. She smiled down at me and rubbed her thumb against my cheek. "Johnny's an idiot. All he does is hang out with Cassie's drugged up ass so he can score free drugs himself. Then Kylo's a fucking douche that gives him all these shrooms and shit. There's barely a time when were all hanging out that Johnny isn't high. Don't sweat him, chica. You could do way better."

"W-wait you mean he does this continuously? What does he take?" My heart suddenly halted from insane race car speed to devastating crash.

"So far I've seen him do shrooms, weed, percocet, acid. Maybe he does more. I'm not sure. But that's what I've seen."

Suddenly I didn't want to be here anymore. Not just at this party, but not in California and certainly not around him. He left me for drugs, a rusted van to live out of, and some bimbo that was making him an addict. "G-great...just what I need right now. That's exactly what I need right now. I came all the way here to try and make us better and he just makes everything worse. It felt so good before...what the fuck is happening."

"So dump him. What the fuck do you need a man for? Come over to the lesbian side, were much better." She teased.

"Oh," I looked up at her for a moment. "I mean, I'm not straight. I'm pretty gay, trust me." I said.

"But you're dating Johnny?"

"And? I'm still gay. Well queer. Honestly it would take me 87 years to explain my labels but the short version is I fuck anyone and I romantically want anyone. This time around it happened to be him."

"Ahh...well the invitation still stands to join us again. Start off with something way better than that jerk, honestly."

I raised an eyebrow and almost coughed on an inhale of smoke. "Are you like...flirting with me?"

"If it's working then yes, if it's not, then no." She smiled. "I'm Aaliyah by the way."

"I'm Eri...I haven't had someone flirt with me in awhile." I laughed a bit nervously. "I mean Johnny doesn't count."

"Nah, nothing he does counts…" We were quiet for a moment but I hated it because it kept me in my feelings. Thankfully she started back up again not long after. "So, you don't live in Cali do you?"

I shook my head. "I go to school on almost the other side of the country. Johnny graduated and took an internship here, got up and moved, and didn't really warn me. We've been rocky ever since. I thought it was getting a bit better. We didn't leave our hotel room for two days and I'm still sore but I guess sex can't fix anything. I mean I knew that but it kinda always did for us."

"Nah, it's just a bandaid for the problems. I would also recommend completely punching Cassie in the face."

"Why'd you stop me then?" I asked.

"Don't need another sis locked up in jail. Rather have you free and without a record. Trust me, I've wanted to deck her myself plenty of times. She thinks she's amazing because she's rich and can afford all this wack shit. She's got a big problem though. She's high on the daily and no one will get her to rehab."

"I can put her ass in a coma and then she'd really detox." I said as tapped out my ashes.

"Your hair is really beautiful by the way." She said, diverting my anger. "But you're not a damn poodle or something where she had to try and pet you." Aaliyah commented.

"Yeah, I get that all the time. Especially because my hair takes up space. I get old people staring at me, little bastard 13 year olds taking snapchats or whatever of me at the store, and white girls trying to touch me without permission. Can I get Solange Knowles in here please?"

"I know exactly how you feel, especially with my braids. Sometimes I just whip my head around real fast to hit someone with them and they can leave me alone."

I smiled and took another drag. "That's a mood. Why can't people understand personal space?"

"They think people like us were meant to be ogled at, ever since we got pushed onto podiums for sale in the slave trade."

"Ain't that a bitch." I sighed and didn't realize I was leaning in towards her until my shoulder brushed against her arm, which she put around my waist.

I left her arm there, not really sure of what I should do. She was really pretty and super cool but I was with Johnny though he was currently acting like an addict who didn't have a care in the world for me. A complete 180 since yesterday. I felt sad and angry all at the same time and really wish I had someone to comfort me since it felt like I was alone in this battle. "I'm sorry to kind of dump this on you. We just met and i'm telling you about all this bullshit with my boyfriend and-"

"Its fine. I wouldn't mind making you feel better. Just tell me what you need."

Ok, definitely flirting and maybe propositioning me for sex? She leaned in, setting both her hands on my waist, and smirking down at me. "U-uh...a drink would be nice. I like drinking."

"Yeah? I can do that for you. What do you like, babydoll?" Aaliyah said.

"Anything dark."

She smirked. "I could tell." She placed a kiss on my cheek that caught the corner of my mouth a little too closely. "I'll be back in a sec."

Aaliyah left then, retreating back inside the house and leaving me to sit on the swing set. I was trying hard not to cry. Iwnas even trying hard not to text Quinn. Hearing their "I told you so's" right now may not be for the best. Their anger would also trigger mine and I would end up as a giant mess. I snubbed the last of my cig into the ground and crushed it beneath my strappy sandal. What the hell was I going to do?

I wiped away the few tears that were starting to spill over. I wanted to go home now. I stared down at my phone and texted Johnny. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't pretend I was alright at this party now that I had all this newfound information about him. He needed to explain himself and I didn't want it to blow up into a big argument in front of total strangers. He didn't answer back right away, leaving me impatient and more anxious. Aaliyah came back then and handed me a plastic cup. "My special concoction. Drink up."

I tossed it back without another though but regretted it when I felt the sharpest and fiery burn. "Ughh fuck!" There was rarely a time where alcohol made me flinch but this was a disaster. "Jesus, woman, what the hell is in this?"

"Don't worry about it." She said, tipping the cup back again. "It'll get you buzzed easily." Well that was exactly what I needed. I wanted to get stupid drunk. Like walking disaster drunk but I didn't trust her enough yet to do so. "Better with a bit of alcohol in your system now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess...I asked Johnny if we could just head out."

"You need a man's permission to go somewhere?"

"No, not like that. I mean he drove us here. I don't know my way around here. It's not permission, just...you know."

"Like I said, forget him. We can hang out and chill. Where do you wanna go, hm?"

I scooted a bit away from her, suddenly feeling that moment of calmness wash away. She was being way too friendly and flirty but... should I even try and make Johnny jealous? Would that even do any good? Everything was making me second guess myself. I just wanted everything to go back to being normal. Suddenly I felt her lips on mine which yanked me from my thoughts immediately. My eyes went wide and before I could even raise my hands to push her away I heard Johnny screaming my name. He had stormed over to the swing set and split Aaliyah and I apart. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Before i could even answer Aaliyah butted in. "She can do whatever she wants."

"THEY don't need to kiss you and they sure as hell aren't going to sleep with you!"

Aaliyah rolled her eyes. "Well THEY seem to need a bit of loving since you'd rather be up Cassie's ass."

"That isn't true! Cassie's just clingy when she's high. It's nothing like that. Eri, get over here."

"You didn't even push her away…" I said. "You just let her hang onto you. You can go on being her druggie boyfriend if you want."

"What? What are you talking about?" Johnny asked, confused.

"You know exactly what I mean. Aaliyah told me about all the shit you're taking. You left me for drugs, some shit van, and partying all the time. Is that what you really wanted? To get away from me?"

Johnny glared at Aaliyah then looked at me. "Come here. We need to talk."

"I'd rather just drink." I whispered.

He tugged me towards him but Aaliyah yanked me back. "Let her go Johnny."

"No, you let them go! They're my girlfriend and we need to talk. Let go."

"Dont pull on me! Either of you!" I dropped both their hands and held my own close to me. "I'll just...i'll just go with him for now and maybe I can come back later or something?" I was giving her false hope of course, but some part of me, amidst confusion, did want to see her again.

She rolled her eyes and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her vest. "Yeah, sure."

Johnny grabbed onto my arm and pulled me away quickly, taking me back to his van. "What the hell are you talking about? Calling me a druggie?? What did she put in your head?"

"She didn't put anything in my head. You're smoking more weed, dropping acid, getting geeked? What the fuck johnny? You had come so far and you're just turning back to who you used to be."

"That's not true. Just because i've tried some stuff doesn't mean i'm a drug addict. How could you say that to me?"

"Because-!" I yelled. "I don't want to date someone like that. It's only time before you try something even harder then i have to find you in a tub with a needle in your arm!"

"Eri, what in the hell are you talking about?! I'm not planning on shooting up heroin or something!"

"Yeah, sure. You can get all you wanted from that stupid bimbo."

"Cassie's a cokehead. She just needs someone to help her." He argued.

"So taking drugs with her is the answer? What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me! Im only 24! I just want to have fun!"

"Well you can have fun without me! I came all this way to fix what we had and you don't care. You don't care at all. You didn't care about leaving me behind. You haven't even said one thing about your internship. You just...you wanted to get away from me. What did i do johnny? What did I do?" I was getting choked up and trying not to cry over him yet again.

"Eri, you didn't do anything. I want new experiences, I want to travel, I want to see the world. I don't want to be cooped up in a boring ass college town. I cant stay there waiting for you to graduate. I needed to do something and this was a good opportunity for me to get out."

"So if you wanted to leave why did you even fucking want me to be your girlfriend?! You said you wouldn't hurt me! You promised, johnny! You! Promised!"

"I'm not trying to hurt you! I just need you to let me spread my wings a bit. It's not like i don't want to be with you. I love you. So fucking much. I'm glad you're here. I want you to be with me."

"Why? So you can fuck me and then ignore me?"

"No! Because-" he sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Even though i want to explore you still keep me grounded. You keep me from going crazy."

"Not really since you're doing all these drugs and partying. How is that being grounded?"

"Why are you so focused on that?! I don't get it!

I slammed my fist against the side of his van. "When you find your fucking uncle overdosed in a bathtub when youre 7 you'll see that drugs arent fucking my thing. And if you try and kill youself in a bathtub you'll spend every second that you're cutting your wrist feeling just like him. Thats why im fucking focused on it Johnny. I didn't even like the fact that you were a pothead when I first met you. That you still are one! But i kept on. I looked past that because i saw you for who you were but i can't look past this."

"Fuck…" He stepped closer to me and I curled away, holding my stinging hand.

"Dont. Just dont…"

He grabbed a hold of me anyway and pulled me to his chest, giving me a hard squeeze. "Babe...i-"

"You called her babe." I snipped.

He exhaled deeply. "It just slipped."

"No it didnt. Dont add liar to your list."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal."

"You don't think anything is a big deal. Do you even want us to be together anymore? Tell me truthfully. Its only been 5 months, Johnny, almost a year if you want to count us fucking around." I shoved him away and glared up at him. "Tell me."

"I…" He pushed his hair back and looked away.

"Oohh!" I laughed as my voice cracked and tears started to fall. "So thats how its going to be? All that shit in the back of your car meant nothing then?"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Your hesitation said it all. Just…take me back to the hotel. I'll see if I can get an earlier flight to go back home."

"No, no, no! Please don't go back home. Eri, i want to be with you. I want to. I want to."

"You want to? Then fucking act like it, Johnny Suh. I dont have time for fucking little boys that want to play games. I want a real man that can own up to his shit and treats me like i'm important. I want my daddy to take care of me and make me feel safe, not make me have to worry about what he's doing states away."

He leaned down and set his forehead against mine. "I want to make you feel all that. Just dont leave yet. I can't have you leave. Will you stay?"

"I don't know. Just take me home. And don't ever bring me to one of his high roller Beverly Hills movie ass parties again. Ever. I mean it."

"I won't, baby." He took my sore hand in his and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, giving it a gentle massage. "Let’s go back." I got in and crossed my arms over my chest, staring out the window. He got in as well and started up the engine, beginning the semi lengthy drive back. He tried reaching over to set his hand on my leg but I pulled away. "Please don't be like this…"

"Like what? Pissed off?"

"No I mean...just like let me at least try and make it up to you."

"How you gonna do that? Hmm? You would have a hell of a lot of making up to do."

"Let me try. It's the least I can do."

"Fine. Whatever."

We stayed quiet and I closed my eyes, wishing that this whole trip was over. A few tears were still falling down and I left them there, wanting him to see the suffering he caused me. I sniffed a bit and tried not to turn my breath into a hyperventilating mess. The drive seemed too short for us to be at the hotel and when I opened my eyes I saw we had arrived at a beach. Beaches seemed to just pop up whenever you needed them here. I liked that at least about this place. Everything was deserted and the end of the parking area matched up almost perfectly to the sand. "Did I say take me here?" I snapped.

"I know it's not the hotel but I know the beach is your favorite place to be. I’ve messed it up at that beach party last year, and I messed up tonight's party so I was hoping that maybe this would work.”

"Yeah, you messed up the beach. The literal place that is my sanctuary and make me feel close to home. Good job."

He shut off the engine and crawled into the back of the van, opening the back doors. "Can you come here?"

I looked back at him. "What for?"

"Just come." He extended his hand and I reluctantly crawled around the back seat to sit on his mattress, both our legs dangling over the edge. Outside I could see the stars much clearer and the sea breeze was crisp against the overwhelming heat of California. I was thankful to not sweat at least for a moment. "I never meant to hurt you or make you cry, Eri. It wasn't my intention at all. You mean the world to me but we're so intense it can be overwhelming sometimes. And it is true. I did want to get out of our stupid college town. It had nothing to do with you but rather with me being sick of that fucking place. I've been there for years and it drove me crazy. It wasn't to run away from you."

"The internship in of itself," he continued. "Is not exactly what I wanted it to be. I get assignments and stuff but it isn't the exciting stuff I want to do. Mostly I'm in the office doing desk shit and editing photos. I don't mind the editing I just," he shrugged. "It's not thrilling but it'll look good on my resume in the future. As for the drugs...I'm sorry about your uncle, I really am. I'm sorry about how that affected you when you tried to commit suicide. I don't make good decisions. I never really have. Drugs are like my escape. It's nice not to think about shit sometimes. I don't do it nearly as much as Aaliyah made it out to be-which by the way she definitely wanted to fuck you."

"Oh, I know."

"Were you...gonna do it?"

"You're asking me if I was gonna cheat on you?"

"I don't know...I don't think you would've but I know you basically hate me…"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't hate you. Don't be a damn baby. I wasn't going to fuck her. If she tried anything I would've shoved her away just like any man. I want my boyfriend. I just felt lonely. I wanted some comfort…"

He pulled me closer to him and set my head on his chest. "I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel like I love you. I want you to tell me anything and everything. I'm there for you and I fucked up...if you want me to, I can stop doing drugs. Maybe not weed-i got my med card here- but everything else I can."

I sighed and wiped away the leftover tears. "I'm just scared. I've had that feeling since I was a kid. You said you wouldn't do something harder but that's what they all say. Then it gets worse and worse. I was really close to him. He and my mom got into a lot of fights but he cared about me. I didn't know it was bad, I mean, I was just a kid. How was I supposed to know what drugs were? I don't want you to end up like that. I know it seems impossible but it just...haunts me."

He kissed the top of my head and took my wrist in his hand gently. His thumb rubbed over the scar that I tried to hide with tattoos. I never thought he noticed. Maybe he had noticed all my scars. I had tried to tattoo over them all but some were fresher than others. "I can see why and I don't blame you. If I stop taking drugs will you stop drinking? We can get sober together…"

"I can try…" I sad rather sadly and unconfident.

"How much do you drink a day?"

"Never enough to get drunk but a buzz is fine. Couple ales or wine coolers, maybe a bit of brown liquor. Like a fifth of the bottle? Whole bottle lasts me about 5 days or so."

"Christ…"

"Guess I'm a hypocrite, huh?" I came to that pathetic realization all too late.

"No. I don't have that trauma that you do, seeing your uncle and all. But that doesn't mean that I want to lose you to drinking either. Do you still go to therapy?"

"Yeah and get my meds changed but it's been a little...bit worse since you left. Not that I want to put that on you but it's just been happening."

"You can take one of my shirts back if you want. I know it's not much but I know you like them."

I nodded and clung to him, not sure if I completely forgave him but finally feeling like we were at least connecting again. "Do you still sleep with the rillakuma?"

"Of course. I have to now." He chuckled lightheartedly. "It's just as comforting to me as my shirts are to you."

"I sleep in your hoodies sometimes too. They're nice and roomy."

"Yeah I know. You basically have them all." He nudged his face against mine, playfully but also ended up connecting our lips. He paused after we separated but kept his close distance. "Do you forgive me?"

"I don't know yet. I feel a lot of things right now. Maybe I just need some time to think."

"Oh…" He sounded extremely disappointed. "Do you still want to go home?"

"I think I would want to spend a few more nights with you…" I squeezed his hand lightly.

"Thank you. I really want that. I promise to make this trip worthwhile."

"Well...the sex was pretty good at least. My ass still kind of hurts though."

"It was...phew..uh…" He wiped his other hand on his jeans and I saw his cheeks flush.

"You can admit you like anal now, you know."

"I'm on the fence, okay? Let's just leave it at that."

"Mhm...sure."

"Do you want to watch the stars with me?" He asked suddenly. That was a pretty sweet gesture I had to admit. Something straight out of a cheesy romance movie but still sweet nonetheless. 

"Yeah, that sounds nice actually."

He scooted back onto the mattress and took off his shoes, tossing them over the back seat. I did the same with my sandals and we both leaned back onto the pillows, looking out into the night sky that was littered with bright white orbs. We didn't say much, just relaxed beneath the moon, hearing the waves lapping at the Earth. Johnny set a soft playlist to play on his phone and kept it beside him, adding something to fill the otherwise silent space between us. I closed my eyes and focused on letting myself go, trying to make my heart less heavy and remind myself why I fell in love with him in the first place. That was when I felt his pinky lock with mine. Memories came flooding back; every time he made me laugh, the hurt we had been through, all the trust that I gave him and no one else. There was so much invested in us. I had no idea if I really wanted to let it go.

He was humming now, softly, strumming his fingers against his chest to the beat. When I looked over I saw that his eyes were closed as well and I wondered what he was thinking about. "Johnny?"

"Yes?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"What am I going to do after this internship is over. I don't know where I want to go. Maybe try and find some jobs in Chicago, maybe New York, cities where I can expand and maybe do a lot more."

"Do you want us to be long distance?"

"Not particularly, no. But I know you want to finish school. That's important. You're not going to quit just because you want to follow me around the world. Maybe when next summer rolls around and you graduate you can come travel with me."

"Do you think we can really be together for a whole other year?"

"Yeah. Don't you?" He asked.

"Yeah...I do." I squeezed his pinky tighter. "I do want to be with you Johnny. For a long long time."

[quinntessentiallyglee]

Jade M!A: You are unable to say the word No, or hold scissors, until you say something nice about Tori, Trina, Cat, and yourself.

Jade: That’s Bullshiz! I don’t care if you are “Magic”, you can’t stop me from saying Nnnn-... Nnnn-...  NNNN-

Quinn: Is this your first M!A? I’d say welcome to the club, but-

Jade: I don’t want to be part of your stupid club. I want to find whoever’s behind this and take my scissors an-OW! *drops scissor* What the Hell?

Rachel: *enters the room, looks at the scissors sticking up from the floor* Magic Anon?

Quinn: Magic Anon. She can’t say ‘No’ or touch her scissors until she says nice things about a bunch of people from her verse. At least I think they’re from her verse. I know they aren’t from here.

Jade: *kneeling next to her scissors, eyes the handle while flexing her fingers* Can you stop talking about me like I’m not here?

Quinn: At least you got to keep your clothes on.

Dani: *enters the room*, looks at Jade, the scissors, then Quinn and Rachel* Magic Anon?

Quinn/Rachel: *nod* Magic Anon.

Jade: Instead of repeating the same thing over and over, why don’t you do something useful, like fixing this bullshiz!

Dani: What are the terms?

Rachel: She has to say nice things about Tori and some others before she’s allowed to touch her scissors or say ‘No’.

Dani: *winces* Ouch. No wonder she’s in a mood. At least she got to-

Jade: Keep my clothes. Yes, yay me. *sarcastically waves her hands in cheer*  Now tell me what I need to do to fix this!

Rachel: We already did. And do did your Magic Anon.

Jade: Nnnn- Shiz! Not going to happen.I won’t.

Quinn: *to Rachel* How did you know Tori was one of them?

Rachel: Hmm? Oh, it’s obvious. Jades got a crush on her and won’t admit it, so of c-

Jade: I do not have a crush on Vega! *reaches for the handles os her scissors. They start to glow red hot*

Rachel/Quinn/Dani: ... Yeah...

Rachel: Maybe don’t burn the apartment down?

Dani: or hurt yourself.

Rachel: Yes, that too. Obviously.

Jade: I like pain.

Quinn: Then you should love the pain of saying something nice about your friends.

Jade: They aren’t my friends! ... Okay, Cat is, but Vega definitely isn’t, and there’s nnnn- Dammit!

Dani: *bends down and pulls the scissors out of the floor with a dull -thunk- sound, quickly back-pedals away as Jade tries to grab them.

Dani: Yeah, no. I’m not getting burned because you’re a stubborn bi-

Rachel: Dani!

Dani: Bi. I was going to say Bi.

Jade: Give me back my scissors!

Quinn/Rachel: *stand in front of Dani*

Quinn” Trust me, I hate this shiz as much as you, but the only way you’re getting out from under this curse is by giving in to it.

Jade: Never!

Rachel: And that’s your choice. You can always wait it out afte-

Quinn: No she can’t?

Rachel: She can’t?

Jade: I can too!

Quinn: There’s no time limit on this one. You think I’d tell her to give in if she could wait it out instead?

Rachel: Oh.

Dani: Ouch.

Jade: ... *sighs* Fine. But I’m only doing this because I have nnn- *growls* because I don’t have any other choice. Got it?

Dani/Rachel/Quinn: *nod*

Jade: *sighs, grumbles something about ‘stupid magic anons’ and ‘regret the day they were born’* Cat is my best friend, even if she drives me up a wall sometimes, Trina is always good for a laugh, even if she doesn’t mean to be, Vega- Tori is... okay, I guess. Now give me my scissors.

Dani/Rachel/Quinn: *exchange glances*

Rachel: I’m not sure that counts as nice.

Jade: What are you talking about? Of course it was nice. You think I’d say any of that if I wasn’t under an actual magical curse?

Dani: She has a point.

Quinn: Easy way to find out. *to Jade*: Say ‘no’

Jade: N-nnnn *a look of horror spreads across her face* What the actual f-

Quinn: Wait! I just remembered. She needs to say something nice about herself too.

Rachel: Really? This is an unusually moral building anon.

Quinn: I know. I’m almost jealous.

Dani: Really?

Quinn: ... Forget I said that. I take it back! It doesn’t count!

Rachel: Fingers crossed Quinn.

Jade: If you all done talking amongst yourselves... I say something nice about myself and I’m done? Everything goes back to normal?

Dani: Well, as normal as anything around here ever gets. Yeah.

Rachel: Assuming that what you said about your friends counts as nice, that is.

Quinn: *waves her hand in the 50/50 gesture*

Jade: Fine: I’m an excellent director. 

Jade/Rachel/Dani/Quinn: *pause*

Dani: Did that-

Jade: No!

Jade: *laughs*

Jade: No! No? No. No! No. No.

Jade: *grabs her scissors from Dani* And now, some anon-hunting. *leaves room, snicking her scissors with every step*

Dani: How long till she gets cursed again?

Rachel: Within the week.

Quinn: *snorts* Please, with that attitude, I give her 24 hours, tops. I just hope the next anon is as focused on her as this one was.

Rachel/Dani: Quinn!

Quinn: What?

Dani: Are you trying to jinx us?

Rachel: Honestly, Quinn. After all the anons we’ve been through, I’d think you’d know better by now.

[mehenxe]

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◈ — share some head-canons you have for a muse of your choosing, but x4.

[ elijah kane ] ◈ — all efforts to get him into studying how to make robotics like hyacinth have resulted in a lot of miniature woodland creatures able to sprint across desks. it’s not exactly what anybody had in mind, but hey, you never know if ilya might not want to send in an actual animal for something he has going on. they can call up sugar kane industries ( big face-palm here ) to take care of the job. ( wyatt voice: seriously, you couldn’t think of anything better than sugar kane. ) / hyacinth kane has a nice ring to it. elijah has tested out several different nicknames: sugar kane also for them, mistah k, ( missus k? ), cinthy ... cindy ... ( sean: yeah! cindy k! like cindy crawford! / who the fuck is cindy crawford? / wyatt — / how old are you. ) / he’s had a life-long dream to be able to go scuba-diving off the coast of — some exotic island he can’t remember the name of. beforehand, it was one of those things that he was too afraid to do, but full-out war changes your perspective. in truth, he’s always been a water baby, growing up going swimming in the local rivers and running pellmell down the dirt lanes. he grew out of it, and then grew back into it. whether or not he’s going to be able to do that without monroe tagging along ( and then by default, ilya, and then probably hojin will want to come, and then ravi will have to, and then oliver will want to watch over them and then jinho will buy a whole yacht with his dumb vampire money — ) — ah, well, there’s worse people to spend an extended holiday with. his father will come along too: sit on the deck in a lawn chair and drink a virgin margarita as he deserves after putting up with this whole extended family. and with his son being a you-know-what.

[ alice bedi ] ◈ — there was a time where she was interested in wigs. she had percival sit down on her shack’s bed and watch as she perused through at least fifteen different styles of wigs. each one got a firm head-shake: too rough on your complexion; lilac looks good as a colour, but the style is horrid; why did they think it was a good idea to make a bob that length? a tough customer. she returned back to wearing veils, her preferred style being that of mantilla, or the veil that’s worn to chapel over a jade comb. due to the volume and length of her natural curls, she rarely wears the combs at all, but will if it’s a particularly formal occasion, like that time she accompanied percival to a ‘high-society event.’ ( translation: they crashed a party because he was bored, and she had a bad feeling about him going alone. ) / as the local librarian’s assistant, she’s the first to get in the way when someone is overtly curious: why are you asking so many questions? hmm? the irony is that she herself asks just as many questions — she insists that the difference is: she reads the room and knows when it’s inappropriate to ask them. ( and if she knows it’s inappropriate to ask them, and instead chooses to risk asking them regardless, it’s because she knows it’ll smooth out in the end. / despite what she wears daily, one of her most favourite colours is moss green. there are a multitude of reasons. moss is her favourite foliage. it’s similar to algae, another favourite foliage. and it reminds her of someone who she says is her sister; however, anybody who knows her, knows that she has no blood-siblings. one or the other might be a lie, or both might be the truth. when she’s in a mood, she’ll smear the moss at the base of her neck like a perfume, a splotch of green beneath white.

[ huang shen ] ◈ — he designed an irrigation system to work, specific to his farm, to be able to make rice paddies despite the surrounding environment. it’s a southern crop in the united states, but there was no way he was going to move to the south just to expand the business. his entire family was so relieved about it that they danced through the sprinklers and set off fireworks — and none of them are really into that kind of thing. it’s particularly incredible due to the area they’re in, being very prone to sometimes too much drought and too much rain, and both are responsible for driving out selling numbers of crops. his plan is to switch into an agricultural degree, and perhaps even expand it into engineering, so that he can continue helping this way. / one of his surprises for algernon was learning sign language. for the longest time, months even, shen made it out like he had no idea what was being said, and let damien, as surly as ever, be the translator when algernon was unwilling or unable to speak. in the background, however, he was working with a tutor and seeking to understand better what it meant to be both HoH and mute. then, when algernon’s birthday came around, everyone went silent ( holy god he was so nervous ) and he gave an entire romantic, long speech entirely in sign language. he’s sure that some of it got lost in translation due to how hard his hands were shaking, but the way that algernon kissed him afterwards, it didn’t seem to affect much. now, they communicate constantly on this even ground. / he’s started up horseback riding again — and has roped tobias into doing it alongside him. tobias might have grace on the stage floor, but certainly not on the back of a horse; he somehow ended up upside-down beneath the horse’s belly, and then fell down in a tangle of limbs. shen has taken to the western side of things, re-learning how to barrel race and rope cattle; but he and tobias have had to separate their lessons due to these antics. lucas isn’t allowed to come to any of them; his stupid remarks send them into fits of laughing. ( bold of us to assume he doesn’t just sit in the truck and shout anyways. )

[ deok bae ] ◈ — due to the empire no longer supporting his upgrades, nor looking in his general direction, he has had to find other ways to obtain new modifications. this is including, but not limited to, going and pulling them out of other people’s bodies as catharsis — but usually, he defects to yuri and silas to fix him up. to his chagrin, the LED-light in his forehead has absolutely no use whatsoever, only displaying his brain’s processing as a symptom of installation. he pulled it out himself via the tip of a knife’s blade. the next time that he’s seen by those who haven’t seen him in quite some time, he might be unrecognisable. i am not deok bae — perhaps deok bae is no longer himself either. if there was no connection to eli in his head, he would forget that; perhaps he would merely succumb to the machinery, perhaps he would succumb to the wolf-dom. there are several pairs of teeth in his mouth awaiting for their moment to bite. / when he was a teen, his version of ‘sneaking out’ would be to wheel his chair to the gardens at the back of the temple, where he would sit and think for hours and hours. his father would come and find him there; sometimes, master jhcor would instead. his father would return him back to where he needed to be, but master jhcor would sit beside him and gaze serenely until bae felt the need to speak what was on his mind: his angers, his fevers, his rages. one time, he was surprised to see that it was not master jhcor, nor master deok, but zan coming to sit with him. his heart had sat in his throat the whole time, half-expecting zan to laugh at him or say something particularly piteous. instead, the conversation was — well, looking back, absurdly normal, all things considering. when bae blinked tiredly, zan rose and took the handles of his chair and took him back. he hadn’t intended to ask him to do so, but it was done anyway. / bae drinks a lot of soda. it’s somewhat fitting, if you believe all that talk about how coca-cola can double as a cleaner due to the high carbonation and way it’s made. he does seem to get shiny after several cans — it’s also convenient that he can’t experience sugar-highs nor malfunctions of the liver or stomach due to too much consumption. he considers himself to be a soda connoisseur as a result. he offers a lot of hmm, that’ll taste disgusting comments that annoy the shit out of the others — but then kisung takes a drink and bae ends up being right, so there’s no regrets.

ღ ━ favourite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

there’s ... none that i dislike. there’s moments of come on, but that’s bound to happen. i think the favourite ships are the ... guardian / princess vibes ( whether it’s literal or not: akane / the samurai, quinn / sehrin, jian / elaine ). i also love the growing from previous immaturities towards each other ( grey / tobias, jihoon / wyatt, playboy / jordan ) — and himbos of course ( hojin / ravi!! ) there’s also the whole ... tsh, vampiric aesthetic that we get ( minzhe / yongha ) ... the ones like jisoo / mingfei, cyrian / ulysses, cadoc / pestilence ( exploring violence against but without the stickiness ). of course, if i keep going, i’ll end up listing all of them and then where would we be.

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

for nam jungsoo, because i actually once did make a playlist for him:

1. brand new — sic transit gloria ... glory fades 2. within temptation — what have you done 3. iamx feat. imogen heap — my secret friend 4. florence + the machine — shipwreck (the odyssey) 5. crown the empire — hologram

i mean, the songs are still kinda relevant considering his current character ...

✮ ━ top three favourite muses that you’ve played

but is it possible to pick three favourites ... that’s the real question. maybe. jianguo, because of catharsis, because of cultural exploration and similarities. grendel, because of the depth, the personal torment, the surrounding family. jinho & julius, because of exploring that darkness. and famine — man, now that’s something. there’s a lot more than three though. like blood and jisoo and tobias and arthur. but. the questions INSIST THAT I CHOOSE.