#been having a club penguin moment for a few days now

[dappercrime]

He'd been sitting outside the door for two fucking hours, listening to Gotham's caped crusader and honorable commissioner grumble threats and demands in equal measure. For once, though, the mostly verbal/somewhat physical assault was directed at someone other than the Penguin. His empty club just happened to be the scene of the interrogation.

A few minutes had passed since the two crime fighters had stepped out of the room. Batman and Commissioner Gordon, both as noble as they were stubborn, were determined to make their suspect talk, but even they needed a break every now and then. It was a moment to breathe and to reassess, to plot new avenues of pressure and coercion. With no other leads, they needed this man to talk, and they weren't sure what they'd do if his lips remained sealed.

Oswald, on the other hand, knew exactly what he needed to do. Quietly, he stepped into his office and locked the door behind him.

A fire was lit inside his rotund belly, creeping up his chest and threatening to erupt into a boiling bile composed of every curse known to man, screamed until his throat is raw and sore. He hated being in this position, caught between his long-buried conscience and the crooked morals he'd adhered to for his entire adult life. Snitching was a mortal sin for a man like him, but when shit involved moving people rather than guns or dope, he was willing to call up an old friend for help.

He could tell that the man zip-tied to his office chair adhered to the same principals. Mob guys like them, the smart ones who lived, always did.

"I was one of Falcone's boys, back in the day. He fuckin' hated your boss, but who doesn't?" A laugh came from Oswald, charming in that sleazy way that he'd perfected. "It doesn't really matter now, but I'm just sayin', I get it. Not bein' a fuckin' rat, I mean."

Expensive Italian leather soles clicked against the floor as the Penguin stepped forward, reaching into his coat pocket to fetch one of his cigars from their gold-plated case. He took his time as he stepped over to his desk, hoping that the other mobster would feel a bit more chatty with him.

Success struck when the man returned Oswald's laugh. "You seem like a Falcone. What was with him and birds?"

The guillotine-like blade of Oswald's desktop cigar cutter sliced into the paper wrapping of the one he'd fetched from his pocket. He lit it, took a drag so deep his lungs burned even more than usual, and let the smoke billow out overhead.

"It's in the name, kid! It's in the name." Another laugh came from the Penguin. The two men, both tied inescapably to Gotham's underworld, had a kinship that could only be shared by men like them. It spanned across lines drawn in blood and as a statement towards it, Oswald held out his cigar for the other man to sample.

"But you know, those two bird brains out there just don't get it." He continued. "Now, I don't know shit about the guy under that mask, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't brought up in a Family. He might've had a family, but he wasn't in a Family, ya know? Capital F. He ain't like you and me. Guys like us, we'll do a lot of shit to save our own skins, but we ain't gonna fuckin' rat, and he don't get that."

Bringing the cigar back up to his own lips, Oswald took another drag. He held it in for a contemplative moment. The other man was saying something, but he didn't care to listen. Whatever he was blabbing about, it didn't matter. Oswald blew the smoke in his face and cut him off.

"He doesn't get it, so he doesn't know how far he'd have to go to make you talk. But like I said, I get it."

Oswald's right hand cupped the sitting mobster's cheek, his thumb digging into the soft flesh and pulling downwards. Try as he might, the man could not blink, and his demands for an explanation and release fell on ears that had once again gone deaf. The only thing that Oswald wanted to hear was an answer.

For someone like Batman or James Gordon, the cruelty that the Penguin was about to demonstrate would be unthinkable. It was something horrendous, something unforgivable except by those who've done worse, and Oswald had done worse. His soul was already blackened, permanently stained with the blood of men just like the one held in his grasp. Torture was beyond the pale, but murder was something else entirely.

Oswald didn't feel even a twinge of guilt as the bright red cherry of his cigar made contact with the struggling man's retina. The organ sizzled as it burned, though the sound couldn't be heard over the man's screaming. His vision erupted into a flash of white-hot pain that never seemed to dull, even as the room grew darker and darker until fading entirely into black.

By the time that Batman and the Commissioner had smashed through the deadbolt of Oswald's office, the man in the chair was leaning over and gasping for air. A pool of blood dripped down into his lap, and Oswald's extinguished cigar still jutted from his eye socket.

An explanation from him was demanded, but Oswald did not give one. Instead, he offered the answer he'd been given.

"They're at the docks. Largest shipping container on the smallest vessel."

[leicamoments]

A Whirlwind Performance

[Editorial Note: There may be one or two very poor Christmas puns included - reader discretion advised]

Harrogate Railway 2-0 Swallownest NCEL Division One

‘Twas the weekend before Christmas and as final preparations are underway at the North Pole, football clubs around the country are putting up their decorations and anticipating a busy festive schedule.

Unseasonably warm temperatures are fuelling a real mixture of weather, with bright sunshine one moment and squally gales the next. And so, it was to prove on the last Saturday before Santa is tracked by NORAD as he attempts his mad dash to visit all the good boys and girls around the world.

The visitors to Station View on Saturday were Swallownest, a team based near Rotherham and who were a couple of places below Railway in the NCEL Division One before kick-off, having a rather similar record to the home team this season so far.

The game started in rather benign conditions, with the sun tucked in behind high wispy clouds, and the air reasonably warm for the time of the year. The pitch was looking okay despite all the rain over the past few weeks, but it was pretty soft underfoot and you could easily imagine that a good downpour would force the referee to make a difficult decision.

But no rain was due before kick-off and the referee could rest easy that he wouldn’t have to be the Grinch this Christmas.

The first half saw the home team in their element with them settling into their gameplan quickly, and within seconds could have been a goal to the good as a cross from their right wing flashed across the face of the goal, with neither defender nor attacker being able to get a touch.

Swallownest came to play open football, and this suited Railway down to the ground. Over the course of the first 45 minutes the Railwaymen created chance after chance, but somehow failing to convert.

When Ollie Sykes, the Swallownest Keeper, unbelievably managed to claw a ball off the goal line from a shot that seemed destined to open the scoring, there were a few fans grumbling about how this could be ‘one of those days’.

As the stroke of half time approached, confusion in the visitor’s box saw the ball scrambled around the post for a corner to Railway. From the corner, the ball was played into the box, with Mike Morris getting his head to it and powering the ball over the line to open the scoring for Harrogate, 1-0.

The referee blew his whistle for half time as the first few spots of rain started to make an appearance, blown across the pitch by the wind that had been strengthening quickly throughout the first half, and which had already had a big impact on play.

Harrogate Railway deserved their slim lead, but as we all know, a lot can happen in the second half of a game and the home team had a lot more work to do.

The teams came out to conditions that were deteriorating fast, with the rain getting heavier, and the wind blowing fast enough to ground even the keenest of Reindeer. With it also being the shortest day, it was getting dark enough to make the Christmas lights draped over the stairs to the clubhouse twinkle, and a windchill enough to make penguins cry.

When the second half got underway, the visitors tried to respond but Harrogate Railway were in no mood to give up their advantage, playing directly into the storm that was now engulfing the ground.

With about an hour gone, Fin Darvill raced down Railway’s left beating the Swallownest right back before brilliantly cutting the ball back to the edge of the box, where it was met sweetly by the boot of Sam Clothier – firing the ball up past the Swallownest stopper and into the roof of the net, 2-0.

A superb finish and a real gift of a goal for all the home fans present to enjoy [sorry – couldn’t resist the awful Christmas pun - I'll get my coat].

The visitors were working hard, but over the course of the remaining 30 minutes were unable to beat Jamie Hassall in the Railway goal. To be honest, at times the conditions were so poor…with the rain blowing horizontally…that it would have been a relief for the officials to blow the whistle early and everyone head indoors to get dry and warm.

90 minutes completed and the game came to an end with Railway earning themselves all three points, heading into the briefest of Christmas breaks just below the top half of the table, but with one or two games in hand over the teams above them.

Well done to both teams, the officials and the fans for sticking it out to the end – sometimes you see managers complain about bad conditions a game is played in, but this really was a day of terrible weather. Indeed, even if the teams had laughed and called him names…Rudolph wouldn’t have wanted to join this particular game!

So, time to forget football and enjoy the short festive break. Harrogate Railway are back in what will be the last action of 2024…on Saturday 28th December, a formidable fixture away at Wakefield, 3pm kick-off.

Goals: Mike Morris, Sam Clothier.

I���d like to take the opportunity to wish you all a happy Christmas and thank you for reading this far and supporting all we do. We are available for bookings through 2025 – please message us to find out more.

[kattysjunkshop]

hello earthlings, bloggers and lurkers,

i’m not really sure if this is going to be a long winded post or what but i want to get it out of the way so.... here we go... i’m also a space cadet and bad at articulating and run on sentences and yadadaaaa yaddaaaaa yaddaa basically this is for me only but if you want to read it i trust you.

for years i’ve tried to keep a journal, but i’m simply too disorganized and my wrists are too limp to continue writing after two pages. I’m a digital girl - I was there for the beginning of dial up and unsupervised web surfing at a young age. It benefitted me in some ways like how to navigate photoshop by grade 6 bc of this Hilary Duff message board I frequented. I also figured out how to hack Runescape, Webkinz, Club Penguin and Habbo Hotel all around the same time. I’m not sure how beneficial that is to me now, but it was a pretty sick (and also kind of evil) feeling  mwhagaaggahahahaha . ANYWAY this is all to kind of say that I think I need to keep some sort of log via keyboard typing bc I have so many journals half filled with ideas, scribbles, sad poems, happy moments, horrible recounts and encounters and to-do lists with nothing crossed off. and I’m honestly over it. I don’t wanna keep track anymore (read “I haven’t been keeping track”). Oh yeah, also the past couple years my memory has been fucked. Like, I think trauma is really catching up to me and I can barely remember my childhood/teen years. Slowly things are beginning to unearth and a lot of the time it comes from listening to music and movies I used to really like. Some hard and frustrating things happen to lil teen me and I really felt numb and just tried to forget, or store away everything that was fucking with me. Processing isn’t easy but it’s necessary lol who knew. I feel like my interests and ideas and creations are all kind of rooted in this naivety of my adolescences in way of reclamation. I feel like I’ve only started really figuring out who I am and what I like within the past few years. Some people have it figured out in grade 8. I’m fucking envious, but everyone’s on their own path and hey, I’m getting there. It’s hard being a kid and feeling like fitting in is what you’re supposed to do. I feel like it’s stuck with me for a long time. Maybe I hide it but I’m so self conscious and anxious it makes me sick. Again, another thing I’m over. Instagram doesn’t help. I want to be on good terms and have a healthy relationship, but that dopamine is so potent. It’s weird having an audience and I’m just a regular person. I hate to sound ego inflated bc that’s not what I’m trying to get to but I actually feel fucked having like, 1000 followers looking at everything I do. I feel judged. Maybe not even judged ALL the time, but you know you post one thing and people think they know your whole life story. I wanna share, but I don’t really feel good being vulnerable in a space like that. It’s like a weird high school year book with something cooler and better than me at everything as the class president every day. I know it doesn’t have to be like that - but it really can feel that way. I also don’t want to fully discredit the platform. It’s incredible to be able to connect with millions of different people on this type of network. It’s opened so many horizons for so many people, but aahhhh... idunno, i feel like you get it. You must get it right. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. 

SEPARATING THE ART FROM THE ARTIST FROM THEIR INSTAGRAM PROFILE

So, I’m creating this Tumblr and listening to Lana fuckin del Rey all week. Watching teen movies for style inspo and creating soft cuddly weird little stuffed animals to hold when things get tough. I’m trying to get back to my roots! I want to eventually code my own website like the ones that I used to make on Piczo and I want to fuck around and I want to blog and I hope no one even reads this I just wanna puke words and have them make no sense to anyone but me really. 

So this page will be for my thoughts and projects I just want a space to keep track of everything. I know some people are really good at making moves in silence but lmao I need to post my progress otherwise I’ll forget all about it or grow tired. It’s basically to keep myself accountable. I hope a few of you do come back to Tumblr and maybe some sort of space curated towards our work and feelings has some room to grow. Anyway i’m tired of writing now I’ll maybe edit this later I have no followers rn so not like anyone is gunna read this bye.

xo DINA

ALSO INSTA SUCKS ASS BC SO MANY PEOPLE CALL ME KATTY WHICH IS FINE IS WHAT EVER BUT MY NAME IS DINA (DEENA) NOT KATTY(KATTY) SOME PEOPLE EVEN CALL ME KATIE LIKE MAN. FUCK YOU INSTAGRAM. 

honestly it’s fine but, you know... ????? 

[sanitizarium]

club penguin elite penguin force herberts revenge (2010) for the nintendo ds is the game ever

[boydepartment]

Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter 7!

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 7: cursing!

WC- 2.4k???? I think????

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Song for Chapter 7: Mr. Loverman – Ricky Montgomery

Chapter 7: The first I love you.

Another week flew by quickly and you found yourself having to pick up more shifts. You really overestimated your paycheck. The taxes on said paycheck were really killing you and it was hard to save money when you needed school supplies, food, your discounted school gym membership, amongst helping pay rent. Everything costs money and you were more aware of it than ever. You tried to not let it stress you out, but it still did. You even found yourself drifting a bit from Felix because of it. You didn’t want to; it was just stressful, and you didn’t want him to see you like that. Life just continued getting in the way again. Walking into your dorm after your closing shift and grocery run you flicked on the lights. You saw Taehyun peek his head from the hallway.

                “Hey! How was work?” He walked into the kitchen where you now started to put your groceries away in their designated shelf.

                “It was kinda stressful today, I had to rush after class so I wouldn’t be late.” You sighed and tried to not start crying at everything. You missed not being stressed out; everything was so great a few days ago…

                “Have you talked to your friend recently?” Taehyun asked now getting a bottle of water.

You swallowed hard and shook your head no, “he’s been really busy and so have I…”

                “You should come to the gym with me.” Taehyun said and grabbed another water bottle, shaking it in your face, “helps with stress.”

You grabbed the water bottle and nodded, “yeah… I will come.”

Taehyun was right, it helped get a lot of stuff off your mind and helped with the stress. You were going to end up being sore but that was fine. For the first time in a few days, you felt a wave of stress relief.

                “You have work tomorrow?” Taehyun asked as you guys walked out of the gym into the cold air.

You took your head no, “nah, Lea wanted to cover for me. She said I have been working too much.”

                “You have, Y/n.” Taehyun spoke, and he cracked open another water he bought from the gym.

                “I know, it’s just when I go on that trip with Kai and his family, I don’t want to have to worry about money…” You mumbled.

Taehyun put his hand on your shoulder, “it’ll be okay.” You looked over at him and saw he was smiling. In that moment you did really believe that it would be okay. You were just psyching yourself out as usual. In retrospect you did technically have enough money saved.

                “Thank you, Taehyun.” You smiled back at him.

                “You’re most welcome!” He gave you a goofy nudge on the shoulder then you two walked home in comfortable silence. After you arrived you took a shower and started to really think about things.

Taehyun was right, it will be okay. You have been working 10x harder than you usually have. You really deserve a break tomorrow. You washed your hair and finished washing your face. Y/n you are going to do nothing tomorrow and you are going to like it.

You reluctantly got out of the shower after a couple minutes of debating it. When you got out you heard yelling again. Son of a bitch! You threw on your clothes and quickly jogged out seeing Taehyun and Yeonjun practically blocking the door.

                “Y/n leave this isn’t about you!” Beomgyu’s girlfriend yelled.

                “You have no right to be mad at any of us! You egged our home when you knew Y/n was the only one here!” Taehyun said, “AND YOU COME HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT… THAT IS… REALLY WEIRD!”

Yeonjun let out a noise of agreement, “like goddamn what is your PROBLEM!?”

                “Beomgyu broke up with me because of YOU guys!” She practically yelled.

                “Okay and!?” Yeonjun spoke in a voice laced with attitude.

You were about to speak when you heard footsteps down the hallway and saw Kai.

                “What the hell is going on?” Kai asked.

                “Beomgyu’s ex is here.” You said and walked to the kitchen, she could see you and Kai through Taehyun and Yeonjun.

                “I am closing this door I am so done. MOVE YOUR FEET.” Yeonjun then really did slam and shut the door.

Kai looked between everyone, “What? When did Beomgyu break up with her?” You and Kai have been somewhat out of the loop. He was busy arranging the trip with his family and you were busy working and focusing on school. So, it’s not like either of you knew what the hell happened to lead up to her coming to your apartment… again… unannounced. Well other than her being a fucking psycho.

                “A couple weeks after the egg incident.” Yeonjun looked at Taehyun for confirmation. He nodded and Yeonjun continued, “he said she had been trying to control him too much and she was the reason why he was close to getting kicked out from a couple of his classes.”

                “I am gonna talk to the landlord tomorrow and tell her that she isn’t allowed here anymore.” Taehyun started to talk to Yeonjun. They were sort of the head of the house. You and Kai focused more on keeping everyone together if necessary.  

You just nodded and went back to your room, walking back in your bathroom you finished washing UP and brushing your hair. Shouldn’t you be happy that he finally dumped that psycho? Part of you felt kind of bad. But not because of that, no. You eyed your phone and saw you were still on delivered from Felix. You sighed and picked up your toothbrush. You really missed him.

Maybe you should try to call him? Maybe he just didn’t see it? Ugh… You didn’t know. You guys have barely talked AT ALL and you were starting to really worry. What if he was hurt? Or something happened?

You turned off the bathroom light and walked to your desk. You sat down and pulled your laptop out of your bag. The last time you felt this shitty you went on Club Penguin. Where you met him. Maybe it wasn’t good that you got so attached to him. Maybe it was a horrible thing, and you should be thankful you two drifted. Maybe you just needed to… God you didn’t even know. You typed in your password and opened up google. You had homework to do, you had to stop thinking about him.

15 minutes passed.

Then 25 minutes.

Then 45 minutes.

You, Y/n, have gotten no work done. You glanced at your phone which was still sat on your desk next to your laptop. The only think you succeeded at was becoming dehydrated due to crying.

You still did not have any notification from anyone, if you and Felix drifted, does that mean you could break your pinky promise? The thought made your chest tighten; you did not want to think about that. That was the last thing you wanted. The thought of you never talking to him again broke your heart. But your left brain really said to look at the logic about it. I mean you knew him for like a little over a month now. Statistically you should have known this was going to happen since he was so secretive and busy. Before you knew it you opened another tab and quickly started typing.

                                                   Stray Ki-

Your phone started ringing and you got a call.

You were getting a call. Quickly you looked over and saw it. It was FaceTime, so you just answered it without setting up your phone. You probably looked like a mess of tears.

                “Y/n I am so sorry, I got into some trouble at work, and they got unreasonably mad at me. My contract literally says I can talk to whoever I want! I am not under a ban anymore and I don’t know why they fucking got so mad at me. I felt fucking horrible I am so sorry I still- “Felix sounded the most stressed you have ever heard him.

                “Ban?” You asked.

                “It was in my contract, it’s- it’s complicated… Y/n I am so sorry, are you angry with me?”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, “I wasn’t mad… Just a little upset is all.” You voice wavered.

                “Y/n…” You heard him drop his bag and lay down.

                “It’s just been stressful these past few weeks and I just-“You took a deep breath, “I-“

From the other side of the phone, you heard talking, then Felix telling someone to genuinely get out.

                “I missed you…” You mumbled, “I have been so stressed out because of work and getting enough money for my trip that I have totally been overworking myself to the bone and it has just been too much.”

Felix sighed and took a deep breath, “I am really sorry I haven’t been there as much… I told you if you ever need help with anything like that to let me know…”

                “No! Felix please don’t apologize it’s not your fault… please. And I would feel terrible for asking that from you.” Your voice broke and you ended up crying again.

                “Y/n please don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.”

You tried to calm yourself down, “can you just like… talk to me… about anything, it can be about you.”

He hummed and moved around again, “I can talk to you…” Felix took a deep breath, “I went to a catholic high school, I used to be really popular there actually. I used to go on stage a lot for plays and talent shows. I guess I have always had a thing for performing. I almost got hit by my neighbor’s car. Uhhhhh, I graduated early, I never went to college though. Part of me wishes I did, because then I could help you more.”

Your breathing started to even out the more he continued to talk.

                “I used to live with 8 other people… Then it went down to 7 other people… That was pretty crazy to be honest. But now I just live with 3 other people. I guess my friends just needed more room, no more sharing rooms. Sometimes I do miss the old dorm. My friend, the one who my club penguin username refers to, he lives in the other apartment now.” You could hear Felix get lost in thought, he then started to laugh, “I have a pillow of him though, so I think I am still winning… How are you feeling y/n?”

You blew your nose, “I-I’m better thank you. I am really thankful for you Felix.”

                “Y/n you have no idea how much I am thankful for you.”

This caught your interest; you hadn’t really done anything to deserve this high praise. You were just his friend who he talks to sometimes.  

                “How so?”

Felix took a deep breath, “well, you make me feel normal. You don’t get mad at me even though I can’t tell you some things. You see me as a normal guy, you care for me, and you met me in such a casual way. Y/n I don’t get that. I don’t meet people casually anymore. I can’t make friends randomly anymore. You are an exception and- “You heard him huff, “I love you for that. It is so easy to love you. When we first started talking and I wasn’t as busy I would come home to talk to you. Because to you I am just some guy- “

                “You are not just some guy Felix, wait what’s your full name? If you can tell me.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Lee Felix.”

                “Lee Felix you are not just some guy! You are so incredible! You are so kind and caring. The world needs more wonderful people like you! When I talk to you all my worries wash away and I look forward to talking to you. Everytime you laugh or smile at me through the screen I feel so special that the world really threw you at me. I am so thankful that we came into contact because you really- you really-“ Fuck, take a deep breath Y/n, “you really are someone who- I just- I love you a lot too. And maybe I am just stupid and emotional right now but need I remind you; you said it first. I love you Lee Felix, even if you need to take time to tell me certain things. I will wait however long you need me to. You aren’t someone who I want to lose because we are both busy…”

                “We are crazy Y/n.” Felix laughed, “I can’t believe we met on fucking club penguin.”

You smiled to yourself then broke out into a fit of laughter, “sometimes I forget.”

                “Honestly me too…” You heard him shuffle around then sit down again, “do you want to play again?”

You perked up, “only if that means I kick your ass at sled racing again.”

                “No way!”

                “I am so going to kick your ass dude!” You started laughing and then you decided to finally set up your phone so he could see you. He didn’t notice at first until you opened Club Penguin and the music in the plaza was blasting and you jumped.

                “Hi Y/n.” You looked over and saw that he set his phone up too so you could see him.

                “Hi Felix.”

He grinned at you, he looked exhausted, “are you sure you’re okay to play?” You wanted to ask, if he needed rest then you wouldn’t want him to play.

                “I will be okay! Just a stressful day, all I want right now is to be around you though.” He put things so simply, it made you smile at him.

You two ended up playing Club Penguin for hours that night, you ended up falling asleep on call with him. You obviously didn’t mean to fall asleep on your desk. It had just been a long day and you two ended up watching something that Felix streamed on his Discord. He wouldn’t let you leave the FaceTime call though. Part of you felt like he was watching you more than the gameplay he put on to watch from YouTube. At some point during the night, you must’ve gotten up and flopped into bed because that’s where you woke up in the morning. Getting up and stretching you checked your phone and saw that Felix sent a screenshot from the call last night.

HE TOOK A SCREENSHOT OF YOU SLEEPING!?!??! UGH!

You couldn’t stay mad, you loved him. Honestly, you weren't sure what this meant but you figured it could be tackled another day. You loved him and he loved you, that's what was important right now. You quickly texted back and “’I’m awake! I love you!” message and headed out to the kitchen. You were sure by now he was still asleep; it was late, and you didn’t want to bombard him.

                “Did everyone sleep okay?” Yeonjun asked when you entered the room. Woah, everyone was here, this hasn’t happened in a while.

                “I did!” Kai looked at you, you nodded in agreement and grabbed a small snack from the pantry. Taehyun must have cooked breakfast already because he was washing dishes.

                “Oh, I did want to say, Y/n and I are going on a trip with my family soon. I just wanted to give everyone a heads up.” Kai sat at the counter.

                Yeonjun looked over, “hey sick invite man.” He teased. Kai rolled his eyes with a smile.

                “I got invited by Lea too!” You stuck your tongue out.

                “WHAT!? KAI’S REALLY HOT SISTER!?” Yeonjun’s jaw dropped. You smacked him upside his head, “OW WHAT THE HELL!?”

                “Kai has TWO HOT SISTERS!” You said then looked over to Kai who really expected you to scold him not THAT. Taehyun rolled his eyes then started asking about the details of the trip, Kai said is parents most likely are booking it spring break, which was coming up! You were very giddy to try all these new foods and go sightseeing!

                And of course, also seeing the Huenings!  

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Author's note: Hi guys, sorry this kinda took a bit. I haven't been doing too well irl. I started my cycle and I get really sick on my period. I also had some struggles with some friends which really wasn't fun. I will try to post 7.5 soon.

If you're interested I am taking requests for Valentine's Day oneshots! I am in a bit of a festive mood. I love the colors of Valentine's Day it is so sweet.

I hope everyone is doing well! Thank you guys again for enjoying my story, as always my dms and ask box are always open and feel free to follow me on instagram if you'd like, I do post a ton tho (ddeadrising2) Have a wonderful day or night my dears please take care of yourselves and keep moving forward <3 I love you

[theunquenchablethirst]

Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

[dove00]

The Penguin Theory

(I have no idea how much sense this is going to make. It is also pretty long. Sorry.)

Bernard is on a mission. 

His older cousin Katie--maybe the one person in his family that could actually stand him--fell off the grid two days ago. No phone calls, no texts, nothing. 

That was until an Instagram post tagged her in a picture. A picture taken at the Iceberg Lounge. 

Which is where Bernard finds himself. Telling the security guard his story. 

“...I just want to make sure she’s okay.” He finished. The guard looked at him blankly but pulled out a walkie talkie and spoke into it. 

“Jack, it’s Rodney. Tell Katie some blonde kid claiming to be her cousin is waiting for her.” 

Bernard almost jumped for joy. 

Moments later, the door opens and Rodney steps out of the way. Katie looks upset to see him. 

“Hey.” Bernard offers. 

She sighs. “What are you doing here?” She moved them out of the way but still close to the club. 

“Can we talk somewhere else?”

“I’m still working.” She said as if it made all the sense in the world for her to be working for The Penguin. “What are you doing here?” She repeated. 

“You didn’t answer any calls or texts. I was worried.”

“You’d be the only one.” She laughed. Bernard didn’t join her. “I was busy.”

“Working for a criminal.”

“Don’t, Bernard. Penguin has done more for me than either of our parents.”

“You’ll be caught in the crossfire when Batman sends Penguin to prison.” 

Katie opened her mouth to argue but a new voice cut her off. 

“Will he?” 

Both cousins turned to the sound of the voice. There was The Penguin. 

Katie subtly stood in front of Bernard, but he moved to walk forward. 

Penguin continued, “I have done nothing to earn Batman’s attention, I can assure you.” He offers a smile. Bernard does not return it. 

“Excuse me if I don’t believe you.” Bernard declared. 

“Bernard.” Katie hissed. 

“It’s quite alright, Katie. I can respect a man who does not trust easily.” The smile falls slightly. “You are still working. I will need you to return.”

“Yes, sir.” She sent a look to Bernard that read go home, then walked back to the club. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be out so late. Do your parents not worry?”

“I know what you do, Penguin.” 

Penguin smirked. “Careful, Bernard. If I was who you think I am, that wouldn’t be the smartest sentence.” Before Bernard could say anything, Penguin turned around and left.  Bernard swore a little and walked away from the club. 

In the club, Penguin called Zsasz to him. 

“Yeah, boss.” 

“Bernard Dowd. Trail him, find a weakness. Report everything to me.” 

“Got it.” Then the serial killer was out of the club. 

Days later, Penguin gets a call. 

“What did you find?”

“Boss. You’ll never guess who this Dowd kid hangs out with.”

Tim has never been fond of galas. Especially not now. Something feels off. He was hanging out with Bernard a few days ago, but it felt like someone was watching. 

He knows to trust his gut. He’s glad he did because suddenly Penguin is walking towards him. 

Bruce Wayne knows nothing about Penguin’s deeds--the criminal being cleared of all charges. Therefore, Bruce has to invite him. Another reason Tim and his siblings hate galas. 

“Timothy. Always a pleasure.”

“You too, sir.” God, Tim wants to throw up. 

“I know you prefer to cut to the chase. Something we share in common.” Gross. “I just wanted you to share a message.”

“I do not think we have any mutual friends.” Tim told him, with an easy smile playing on his lips. 

Penguin matched the smile as he looked away. Then, while barely moving his lips, he said, “Blonde guy. Bernard Dowd.” 

The smile vanishes from Tim’s face for a second before it becomes more secure. Just in time for Penguin to turn back. 

“What about him?” Tim tries very hard to keep the demand out of his voice. 

“He fancies himself a detective. I think you should tell him to mind his manners and his business.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Just a caution. I would hate for anything to happen. This is Gotham.”

Then without a second glance, Penguin walks away. 

[lucy-and-rebecca]

What if Lucy knew Caprico since the beginning?

I really like the relationship between Lucy and Caprico. He is someone who thinks highly of Lucy and could have been a mentor and/or a parental figured for her. I wish their relationship was better explored. Looking at the story with a few tweaks, so much more depth could have been added to their relationship.

This is how I wanted it play out. This is not a criticism of fairy tail. This is just my take, written with the benifit of knowing exactly how everything took place.

Once Lucy was born, Lyla took back the keys she gave away. Lucy knew Aquarius, Cancer and Caprico while her mother was still alive. She got to know them and saw them as family. She saw Caprico as an uncle.

Brandish's mother came to Lyla's funeral, but she didn't tell that to Brandish. She told her she was visiting an old friend. She caught Zoldeo stealing Caprico's key, so he killed her.

Once Lyla was dead, the key belonged to Lucy. Zoldeo merged with Caprico as the punishment for using a key that did not belong to him.

Once Lucy ran away from home, she searched for Caprico. She doesn't know what happened but she does know that he wouldn't leave her on one of the worst days of her life. So something happened to him, and she wants to find out what that was and get him back. She heard a rumor about a golden key. When she went looking for it, it ended up being Tartros' key. She was disappointed but she wasn't going to turn him away.

She jumps on the Galuna iseland mission because the reward for it was a golden key. She was hoping it would be Caprico. It again ended up being something else. She was again disappointed but kept the key. Happy asked if it was a lame spirit. She said of course not.

During the fight with Gajeel she summons Sagittarius. Happy make a remark that he understands why she was disappointed. She again tells him that's not case. It's supposed to be funnier than how I've written it. She would eventually tell Natsu and happy about Caprico after phantom lord arc.

After she saves Loke, he says something about not being able to see his old friends after so long. Lucy tells him about Caprico and asks him to see if he is in the spirit world.

Angel had a reputation for killing her opponents and taking their keys. Because of that she faced off against celestial spirit wizards often. Once Lucy gets her keys, she asks her new spirits if they have ever come across someone who had Caprico's key. To her disappointment yet again, the answer is no.

Before the S class trials, when everyone was trying to do as many solo missions as possible, Lucy went on a mission with Cana. The reason being there was a gate key listed as the part of the reward. It turned out to be the penguin compass key. That's the end of Lucy's patiance. She gets mad, really mad at the guy who put a store bought silver key as a reward.

Cana asks her what was that about. Lucy tells her about Caprico in short. It serves as a bonding moment between them. And since they are friends now Cana joins the "breaking into Lucy's house" club.

Before the S class trials begin, Loke tells Lucy that no one has seen or heard anything about Caprico in the past decade. It's like he vanished without a trace. He tells her for her own sake she should give up on finding him. She says she will think about it.

S class arc plays out pretty much the same up until Lucy, Cana, Grey and Loke face Caprico. Loke tells them to run away but Lucy recognises Caprico. She stays behind to fight alongside Loke, because she refused to believe Caprico would willingly do the things he has been doing for past decade. During the fight she tells him she never gave up on finding him. They manage to free him.

Lucy has an emotional reunion with Caprico with flashbacks their relationship shown to us. She uses last of her magic to make a contract with him. Keep in mind that to this point who was Lucy looking for would be a mystery to the audience.

Meanwhile, while Grey and Cana are trying to find other members of Grimewar hearts, Grey was having second thoughts. He didn't want to leave his friends behind to fight Caprico alone, knowing both them have past connections with him that might cloud their judgement. He tells Cana they should turn back. Cana wants to turn back but she also wants to find Mavis' grave. So insted of putting Lucy under a sleep spell she chooses to turn her back on her.

Grey doesn't know the fight is already over. On his way back he encounters Urtier. It's pretty much the same for him from that point on.

When Lucy meets Natsu, Ultier has escaped and Natsu was facing the Kain Hikaru. Lucy agrees to help but realises she is out of magic. It's pretty much the same from that point on.

One last thing I would change is, insted of Lucy wearing Loke star dress during her fight against Jacob, I would have her wear Caprico's star dress. And overall have him be present in the story more often.

[howl-fantasies]

----- Gotham - Iceberg lounge - 2AM -----

Oswald seriously started to bug you. Since you were able to walk normally again, he invited you to his club "As An ApOlOgY" for what he ordered Victor to do: shoot your ankle then break it.

You were suspicious at first, about his sudden humanity but... Meh... You were bored and decided to go anyway. Plus, if the Penguin tried anything, you were capable enough to shoot him in the knee and put an entire jar of salt, or his entire stock of lemons in his fresh injury.

"I sent Barbara, Tabitha and Selina to get Ed and bring him here", he said. Obviously, he wanted to talk about his deep infatuation for the Riddler. After all, you were - after his housekeeper - the only one able to endure his never ending fantasies about Ed.

"And? What are you gonna do, Oswald? Propose him?" You mocked. You saw his flaring nostril and chuckled.

"Of course not you imbecile! I'm gonna freeze him again and put him back here as the master piece of my club!" He yelled.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and playing with the ice in your whiskey. "Are you sure you want him out of the picture again? I mean, it's not like he'll be a real threat to you since he's... You know... Kind of regressing."

Cobblepot seemed to think about it a moment before he sighed too. "I miss old Ed and our old complicity..." He finally admitted.

You chew your cheek hard. What the hell were you doing here playing therapist with the lunatic who wanted you dead a few weeks ago? You hummed quietly, contemplating the reasons of your presence here.

You knew Oswald since he started to work with Fish Mooney. You remembered perfectly his lean form limping around the woman, holding her umbrella. You never felt sorry for him, truth be told, you saw on your first encounter that this strange little man had more in his guts than most of the mobster you knew. So you kept tracks with his shenanigans and at the end of the day, he didn't disappoint.

You respected Cobblepot. In a wary rogue way. His cunning and sly personality was lethal and it would have been stupid of you to only see him as a child man throwing tantrums at least once a day. Oswald was dangerous.

"Y/N !" You heard him yell. You blinked twice and tilted your head on your right shoulder. "Yes?"

"AGAIN! YOU'RE MAKING THE ZSASZ'S: I DUNNO I WASN'T LISTENING FACE!" Oh. That face. Yeah. Victor and you had that in common too.

"Oopsie?" You asked making yourself look dumb and theatrically shrug your shoulders. Oswald gritted his teeth hard but sighed like he resigned himself. "How are Zsasz and you able to be so close without killing each other?"

Oh dear. Now you're his couple therapist... You sighed deeply too, but couldn't deny his lost and pitiful face. "Look, Oswald. Your main problem with Ed is the lack of communication between the two of you."

Penguin looked dumbfounded a second, then started to frown hard. "We do communicate, we even worked together, remember? And we made one hell of a team, let me tell you."

Wonderful. He had decided to be difficult. "You need to create a set of rules with him. Like: we can be temporary foes, except at home, in front of the milkshake truck, and not during Nights Fevers at the club. See what I'm talking about?"

His face was priceless. Oswald looked like he was about to puke in his own mouth. "Oh my god, that's so ridiculously cheesy. Disgusting."

You shrugged. "Eh... You asked mate. I gave you the key to a healthy relationship with your dear friends, in a... Gotham speaking way."

Oswald pouted a little and then look at you again. "What is your level of complicity with Victor exactly? Like, are you finishing each other sentences or other stupid cheesy things like this?"

Oh dear lord, please send me patience with this one, you thought, or you'll lose it. Ok. Time to demonstrate. You shifted a bit to sit right next to him and opened your phone, clicking on Zsasz's name.

------ New Message -----

Y/N

Victor Zsasz

Y/N

Victor Zsasz

Y/N

👍👌. ⌛->🌂🍸

Victor Zsasz

👍👍

You turned just in time to see Oswald's livid face. "See, he's on his way" you said with a stupid grin. Penguin blinked twice and nods. "I don't know if I should be amazed or bang my head hard on the bar to forget what I've just seen, Y/N".

You shrugged once. "Again, you asked." Cobblepot nods. "It's true what they said. Curiosity kills the cat" He raised from his sit. "Now if you would excuse me a minute, I'm gonna puke."

You just wave your hand saying ok and gulped down the rest of your drink. Five minutes later, you heard a shifting noise in the back of the club but didn't turn, until two hands in leather gloves were put on your shoulders. "Hi~", purred their owner in your ear, making you repress a shiver. "you were fast dear", you said, turning to him with one of your mischievous grins.

He matches yours and lean on the bar to grab a bottle of water. "That's not what she said." You burst into laughter at that. "No, indeed", you finally purred too, leaning against his torso and giving him a perfect angle to kiss the top of your head.

"Oh dear lord, I'm gonna puke again!" Screamed Oswald's voice on your left.

"Again, Oswald. You-"

"Asked! YEAH! I KNOW! And trust me I'm deeply regretting it! Now get out of my club you two make me sick!"

You snorted loud but obeyed his order and took Victor's tie to pull him with you out of the room.

"Bye Boss~", he waved in a good-natured way, following you out.

"What was that?" Victor finally asked when you were outside of the building. "Simply gave him some relationship advices and I may have rub a bit of fictional marital bliss in his face."

Zsasz grinned wide. "Love it, when you bully your little classmates sweetness." Then he frowned a bit. "But next time, wait for me before making them puke and permanently traumatized them. I want to see it. "

[allzelemonz]

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

When your friends said you need more socialization you gave him your dirtiest look.

“You’re one to talk, Ed.”

“At least I go to work, you just sit there all day.”

“Work?”

“It may not be a traditional way of employment, but yes.” Ed gave you a look of annoyance over the frame of his glasses.

“Why do you want me to go out so bad?”

“In truth?” Ed raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Ed, tell me.”

“There’s this guy that won’t leave me alone and I need him to stop.”

“You want me to beat him up?” You gave your nerdy friend an odd look. Maybe he was going a bit too far into this whole Riddler thing.

“No, no, I just need him to be obsessed with someone, anyone other than me.”

“Oh, so you have an admirer?”

“Yes.” Ed confirmed.

“And you don’t like that?”

“Indeed.”

“And what is it you want me to do?”

“Just introduce yourself to him, he’ll love you.” Ed made his way to your closet and began throwing things around.

“Woah, wait, what’s in it for me?”

Ed turned to you with a bit of a grin of his face. “Why you, my dear friend, get to be floundered over by a rich man that will never stop loving you if you play it right.”

“Your friend is essentially a sugar daddy, Ed.”

Ed stopped to think for a moment. “I suppose, not much of a daddy.”

You let out a laugh that made Ed blush. He quickly shoved an assortment of clothes at you to get you to stop.

“Shut up and get dressed.”

“Sure thing, Eddie.” You grinned. “Just make sure you keep that daddy-dar under wraps.”

“(Y/n), I mean this in a friendly way, but shut up or that window will become a door.”

“Gotcha.” You nodded along to the half-hearted threat.

Ed had given you one of your standard outfits that you’d wear when you wanted to look attractive. That’s what made him a good friend, he knew you enough to pick an outfit that you would have yourself. He knew how much skin you were willing to show and how many layers you wanted.

“So what’s your stalker’s name?” You asked, now standing in front of a club while Ed picked lint off of your shoulder.

“Oswald.”

“As in Cobblepot?” You asked, pointing up at the club sign.

“Yep.”

“You want me to flirt with the Penguin?”

“He’s your type and you’re his.”

“How is that, Ed?”

“You’re both men.”

“That’s all you got! Really?” You sighed. “Ed, you’re asking me to flirt with a crime lord and the only reassurance that he won’t kill me is that I’m a guy.”

“I never said you had to flirt.”

“Ed!”

“What?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I forget how socially inept you are sometimes.”

“I am not.”

“File girl.” You fake coughed out.

“Fine, fine, but this idea was more of…”

“Oh, so your villainous persona came up with this?”

“He’s better at social things.”

“That window you mentioned is gonna be your exit the next time you’re at my place.”

“(Y/n), please.” Ed grounded your heywire thoughts. “I really think this is worth it.”

You looked into Ed’s stupid, but truthful eyes and sighed. He really has a puppy-dog face when he tries.

“Fine, but if I die I’m gonna haunt you.”

Ed brought you into the club with a hand on your shoulder so you didn't get separated. The music was Jazz-centric and there were people all around drinking and talking. It wasn’t an overwhelming environment, just a comfortable one. Ed led you to the bar where you recognized the Penguin himself sat at the far end with a half drank glass of whiskey as he fussed over something in a black notebook.

“Oswald!” Ed called.

The Penguin looked up from the book. The sour look that had been on his face disappeared as soon as he saw Ed.

“Edward!’ The Penguin beamed. “I was just wondering where you were.”

“I was just getting my friend.: Ed turned to you. “This is (Y/n).”

Oswald’s eyes moved from Ed’s face to scan over you and there was a moment of lingering when he met your eyes. It took him a few moments to compose himself.

“A pleasure to meet you.” He stuck out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Oswald.”

He had a smile on your face that you couldn't quite tell if it was false or not.

“A pleasure to meet you too.” You shook his hand.

“Now, I have some things to attend to, but (Y/n) is sure to keep you company.” Ed let out his excuse like a child that just wanted to go play.

“Are you sure I can’t help, Ed?” Oswald questioned.

“Nope, just personal business.” Ed explained. “I’ll be back later. You two get acquainted.”

Ed scurried away like a mouse before anything else could be said. Oswald starred in the direction he had gone for a few seconds before he gestured for you to sit. You did so.

“So, how do you know Ed?” The crime lord asked.

“We’ve been friends for years, don’t really remember how we met.” You gave him a small smile. “When he started this whole Riddler thing I wanted to help, so here I am.”

The conversation went on like that for a while. The two of you talking about Ed. But, after a while you started talking about each other. The more you talked to Oswald the more you liked him. He was quite cute and well spoken. You couldn’t help but to get lost in his face as he spoke. He seemed to have forgotten about the little book he was writing in.

“Would you like to move this conversation to my office, (Y/n)?”

Your heart stopped momentarily at the question.

“Sure.” Was all you could force out of your shocked face.

Oswald gathered his things and began to lead you into the back part of the club. You took note of the famous limp that carried his nickname on. Oswald opened the door and shut it behind you. You took your time to peer around the office. It was a modest size for being in the back of a club. You met Oswald by his desk as he sat his things down.

“Did Ed say why he brought you here tonight?” Oswald asked.

“He said that we’d hit it off, that’s all.”

“Forgive me,” Oswald laughed off the odd question. “It’s just in a business like this one has to watch their back.”

“It’s alright, Oswald.”

The man looked over to you with a gleam in his eye that you’d seen when he first saw Ed earlier that night.

“I have an odd request, (Y/n)” Oswald said with certainty.

“A request?” You questioned as Oswald fidgeted where he stood.

“Could you tell me the truth?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“If I were to kiss you, would you regret it.” Oswald’s way of questioning was odd.

“No.” You answered plainly.

Oswald’s face had grown gradually redder all night but was now the color of a cherry. You took a step closer to him and his eyes met yours.

“May I?” He asked timidly.

You gave him a quick nod. Oswald didn’t waste any time. One hand cupped your cheek while the other went around your waist. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, one he must have been waiting for all night. You fell into place and enjoyed the moment. Oswald was passionate in his action and refused to loosen his hold on you at all.

Your hand went up to his hair. You had been dying to touch it all night. The way it perfectly fell into place made you want to mess it up. Now as your hands went through it you could fell those butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You pulled at his hair lightly and Oswald let out a moan. He pushed you up against his desk and broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Is this what Ed meant by hitting it off?” He asked between breaths.

“Probably.”

“Good.”

Oswald kissed you again. His hands at your waistband now settling a knee between your legs. You pushed yourself up onto his desk and he moved to stand between your thighs. You could feel his hardness against your own as he started to unfasten your pants.

The door creaked open and caught your attention right away. Oswald was about to yell, but calmed himself when he saw it was Ed. You sighed at the sight of your friend, thankfully you were both still fully clothed.

“Well, it seems like you hit it off after all.” Ed smiled to himself. “I’ll, just, uh…” Ed began to close the door.

“Ed!” Oswald called out.

Ed stopped in his tracks. Oswald cleared his throat and turned to you.

“Perhaps it’s best if we stop and get to know one another first.”

“Sure.” You smile at the thoughtfulness. Oswald didn’t want some one night stand, he wanted a relationship.

“I’ll see you both soon.” Oswald announced as he backed away and allowed you to stand.

You gave him a goodbye kiss then made your way to where Ed was waiting.

“See you soon, Oswald.”

[munseysmuses]

Muse Questionnaire! [To be answered IC]

Name?  “Gerald Shaun! Just ‘Gary’ is fine, though!”

Are you single? “At the moment, yes.”

Are you happy? “Generally or right now? Because it’s a different answer for each. Right now, I’d say I’m pretty happy, though.”

Are you angry?  “About a few things, but no sense being worked up when I don’t need to be.”

Are your parents still married?  “As far as I know, yes!”

NINE FACTS

Birth place?  “Well, I hatched on Club Penguin. Does that count?”

Hair color?  “I don’t have hair. Unless you count my feathers, which are a vibrant blue.”

Eye color?  “Black. Or at least a very, very dark brown.”

Birthday?  “Nobody usually remembers as it’s also a holiday; October 31st, otherwise known as Halloween! It just so happens to be my favorite holiday, as well, so it works out perfectly!”

Mood?  “Right now? I’d describe it as happy or content.”

Gender?  “Male.”

Summer or winter? “That’s actually a tough one- with Summer, it’s nice and bright- the sun doesn’t set until Winter starts. Winter, though, is much darker. It’s great for winding down, marked by the end of the Music Jam in March.”

Morning or afternoon?  “Depends on the season, heh!”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?  “Not at the moment, no.”

Do you believe in love at first sight?  “Not necessarily. I believe in attraction at first sight, sure, but love takes work.”

Who ended your last relationship?  “I don’t recall my previous relationship, actually.”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?  “Not that I’m aware of.”

Are you afraid of commitments?  “I’m alright with commitments, as long as I know what I’m getting into.”

Have you hugged someone within the last week?  “Definitely. Rookie’s a big hugger!”

Have you ever had a secret admirer?  “A couple of times, but that comes with being a public figure.”

Have you ever broken your own heart?  “Not in a romantic sense.”

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?  “I’d prefer Love over Lust.”

Lemonade or iced tea?  “Why not both?”

Cats or dogs?  “Between the puffle versions, I’d prefer cats.”

A few best friends or many regular friends?  “Nothing saying I can’t have a lot of regular friends, but you can’t beat the feel of a close-knit group of best friends!”

Wild night out or romantic night in?  “A night in sounds relaxing!”

Day or night? “Considering my Antarctic home has seasons of both, I prefer Day.”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?  “I don’t think I’ve ever snuck out before?”

Fallen down/up the stairs?  “Fallen down, definitely.”

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? “Thankfully, no.”

Wanted to disappear?  “...a couple times.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?  “Eyes are the windows to the soul!”

Shorter or taller?  “If there’s anyone shorter than a 1-foot-3 Little Blue penguin, I’d like to meet them. In all honestly, though, I don’t mind a taller partner!”

Intelligence or attraction?  “Intelligence, without a doubt. If someone is able to understand my occasional scientific ramblings, it’s that much easier to share what I’m interested in and working on, and connect even more!”

Hook-up or relationship?  “Relationship, easily.”

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along? “Indeed we do!”

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?  “Not necessarily.”

Have you ever run away from home?  “Nope. I had a good home, never felt like I needed to.”

Have you ever gotten kicked out?  “As a joke once or twice growing up, by my siblings, but never for longer than an hour or two. Just the usual sibling stuff.”

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?  “No, I care very much about all of my friends.”

Do you consider all of your friends good friends? “Most of them, at least!”

Who is your best friend?  “One of them is certainly Rookie; he may be a bit clumsy and forgetful, but he’s always there when you need him and manages to get things done in his own unique way. One of the most supportive folks you could ever meet! And yes, by the way, I have more than one best friend. Doesn’t everyone?”

Who knows everything about you? “Aunt Arctic. I’ve known her the longest out of my friend group, and thus she knows pretty much everything about me.”

───

I found this in the search browser, so I decided, why not fill it out? Tagging: Whoever wants to do this and spread it around!

[kikis-writing-world]

Tiktok Dancing

Summary: Marcus wants to prove to Missy that despite whatever flailing and spasming is popular on that tiktok, he can dance.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating/Warnings: Fluff. Breif mentions of dead characters (Marcus’ wife and father.) No beta/editing.

You and Missy watched the video over and over, rehearsing the steps the girls on the screen performed. Missy had begged and pleaded with you to learn a Tiktok dance with her so she could post it to her account. Marcus didn’t have a great handle on the technology, so you did your best to monitor Missy’s usage of the app. The girl had a small following - mostly her friends from school and other children of The Heroics, plus a handful of people who were hoping for glimpses into the life of the leader of The Heroics. 

After weeks of asking you finally gave in, but of course she picked something way out of your range.

“No, you have to kick your foot up like this,” Missy corrected, showing you the right way to do it. You restarted the video and watched, seeing she was right.

“Okay, okay. Like this?” You copied the motion the best you could.

“Yeah!”

“Okay, let’s try it again.” You declared, starting the video over so the two of you could dance along with the remixed song.

The two of you bumped into each other halfway through when you turned the wrong way. Missy fell on her behind, laughing the entire way down. Her laugh made you feel better about accidentally bowling her over.

“I’m sorry!” You apologized with your own laugh, offering her a hand.

“I thought you said you could dance.” She sassed, crossing her arms as she looked up at you.

“I said I would try.” You corrected her with a grin. “We’re almost there!”

“What’s all the commotion going on in here?” Marcus interrupted the two of you as he entered the den. He had a smile on his face, no doubt from hearing all the laughter the two of you were sharing. 

You’d been dating the man for two years now and had grown close to his daughter in that time. The two of you had introduced her to your relationship slowly, scared she would reject it after losing her mother. You also didn’t want to push too quickly into a relationship with Missy only for things to not work out between you and Marcus. There had been bumps in the road over the two years of course, between you and Marcus as well as with Missy, but overall it had been a great couple of years.

“We’re trying to learn a dance for Tiktok.” Missy explained, standing easily on her own.

“Tiktok again?” Marcus shook his head with a sigh. It was all Missy seemed to talk about lately, and he didn’t understand it. The technology the kids were into just moved too fast for him to get a grip on it. Just as he understands Webkinz, Club Penguin comes along. Snapchat was out, Tiktok was in. He was thankful you seemed to have a better handle on it, just so he could be sure someone was keeping an eye on Missy’s internet usage.

“See Dad, look.” She told him as she showed him the two girls doing the choreography. You bit back a laugh as his face contorted as he watched. Confusion, an attempt at interest, more confusion.

“That’s dancing?” He asked once the video looped back to the start.

“Daaaaad,” Missy scoffed, sounding every bit the pre-teen she was.

“I’m just saying. That didn’t look like any dancing I’ve ever done. That looked like they were trying to swat a fly. Or air out a bad fart.”

You laughed loudly at that, unable to hold back. Missy groaned, once again annoyed with how out-of-touch and uncool her dad had somehow become.

“I’m just saying.” Marcus held his hands up defensively, although he was grinning at you as you laughed.

“Why don’t you show her a thing or two then, old man?” You egged him on, teasing him with the moniker that came out anytime he called it “the facebook” or “tweeter.”

“Yeah Dad!” Missy challenged, cocking her hip. “You think you’re such a good dancer?”

“I never said that,” Marcus denied, glaring between the two of you. “I’m just saying that that isn’t dancing.”

Missy shot you a disbelieving look, clearly calling out her Dad’s skills. “Dad probably dances like Carlton on that show you were watching the other night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, knowing you had definitely seen Marcus dance like that before when he was being silly and trying to make you smile. Missy did her impression of the character, making sure to bob her head back and forth with a goofy grin. She looked so much like her dad as she did.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you.” Marcus warned, pointing at Missy with a playful glare. “You wanna learn how to dance, I’ll show you how to dance. Sit down.”

Missy plopped herself onto the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as she shot him a challenging look. Her eyebrow quirked up, clearly saying “show me what you’ve got.” You moved to sit with her, but Marcus grabbed your hand and pulled you to him.

“Oh no, you’re on my side for this one.” He told you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he held the other near your shoulders.

“Am I?” You questioned with a grin.

“I’m gonna need a dance partner.” He grinned back at you.

“I don’t even know what we’re doing.” You laughed.

“Just follow my lead.”

It took a moment to get the hang of it as Marcus led you through the steps. A slight push against your waist or a pull of your hand and he would spin you one way then the other. Push you out and pull you back in. His hips swiveled as he stepped, but you were much stiffer in comparison as you tried to follow the silent commands.

“Alexa,” Marcus called once you seemed to have your bearings. “Play my 80’s playlist.”

The computerized voice responded before Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody started to play.

“Did you plan this?” You accused him, narrowing your eyes.

“Not at all.” He smiled.

He led you through the steps to the tempo of the upbeat song, occasionally mumbling a word or two to tell you where to go. You didn’t know exactly what kind of dancing this was, but you’d love to learn more steps if it meant the two of you could dance together like this more often.

“Where did you even learn this?” You asked him as he pulled you close, your side tucked against his front.

“My parents.” He answered easily as he turned the both of you in circles. “They always used to dance together. When my dad died, I learned-” he paused, dipping you. “So she could keep dancing.”

“That’s adorable.” You marvelled, staring into his eyes. He grinned bashfully before pulling you back up onto your feet.

When the song ended, switching to another, both of you were breathing heavily. Most of it was due to the steps and the spins that Marcus had guided you through, but you had to admit that a part of it was the attraction you felt to him. You didn’t know he could dance, let alone dance like that. He had kept it appropriate, no Patrick Swayze Dirty Dancing moves, but the way he led you effortlessly took your breath away.

“Well, Missy?” He asked, grin on his face as he caught his breath. He turned to the couch and his grin fell. You turned away from him reluctantly to see what he was frowning. The couch was empty.

“When did she leave?” Marcus pouted.

“I have no idea.” You admitted with a giggle. The two of you had been so caught up in dancing that you hadn’t even noticed the young girl leave the room. “You proved your skills to me though.” You praised with a kiss.

A few days later you were checking up on Missy’s Tiktok account when you saw a video of you and Marcus dancing in the living room, taken from the doorway. The two of you were smiling, staring into each other's eyes as you spun. No wonder you hadn’t noticed her leave. The caption Missy had left on the video read “My parents are so cute 🤢🤮🤢”

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[batarella]

The Prince of Gotham (Jason Todd x Reader)

absolutely love love love this one. Thank you again for the suggestions from my dearest friends in the taglist. You are all so amazingly talented. 

PRESENTING THE DAMNED PRINCE OF GOTHAM. I MEAN IS THERE EVEN A HOTTER VERSION OF JAYBIRD THAN THIS????

WORDS: 4509 WARNINGS: UNPROTECTED SEX. ORAL SEX FEMALE RECEIVING. FUCKING AGAINST THE AQUARIUM IN HIS ROOM. THE POOR FISH.

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Call him damned, or whatever the tabloids call him as Bruce Wayne’s forgotten son, the son he almost never talks about. Jason Todd will be damned for all that was left of his second life.

The glass was cold on his lips, even colder between his fingers. The Falcones were here again. At least one of them running their mouths at another million-dollar loss. He placed the glass onto a waiter’s tray and placed his firm hands into his jacket pockets.

Miguel came over to him, whispering about a blackjack table with an unruly foreigner throwing the cards at the other players. Surprised it wasn’t of the Falcones, Jason whispered something back. And the next thing he knew, Miguel was taking the culprit into the suite.

No one has crossed him too much. Yet. And not much has happened, either. At least by now, something should have happened. Penguin’s goons. Two Face’s. A worthwhile encounter with any of the beautiful women catching his eye. But there had been nothing. Nothing worth thinking twice about.

A crime lord. In Batman’s fucking city. It’s a death wish not many can escape from, not many can succeed in. The Dark Knight will eventually find some dirt on you, but him? His son? He’ll take it as a free pass. He smiled at a photographer taking a quick photo of him, straightening his jacket. The papers have been all over him tonight, more often than the past week. Just yesterday he saw an article about how he’s now up against Dick Grayson as the most sought-after Wayne bachelor.

The nightly performance should be up soon. He was told they’d bring in a number of beautiful women who usually danced at the bars on the outskirts of Gotham, so it should be something these strip club enthusiast pigs haven’t seen so often. Jason walked over behind the booths.

“Mr. Todd!” A man came to him with a crouched back, ginger hair and freckles that covered half his face. Stretching his hand out that wasn’t holding his camera, Jason firmly shook it. “Jimmy Olsen from the Daily Planet. Is it okay if I ask a few questions?”

“Ask away.”

“Proprietorship over the Iceberg Lounge costs millions of dollars, Mr. Todd. Did you have any financial assistance from Mr. Wayne in your investments?”

He wanted to scoff.

“No. I’m all on my own.”

“Are you involved in any of Wayne Enterprises’ operations, then?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Then what other means of income did you have prior to the Iceberg?”

Blackmail. Robbery. Decapitating drug lords’ heads. Among others.

“My father taught me how to invest in the stock market with more accurate predictions than the average person.”

“You’re not so often mentioned by Mr. Wayne.”

“Well, I am the second eldest son. And there may have been a falling out at the time I was wrongfully declared legally dead. But now? I assume Bruce will have plenty of good things to say about me.”

“Mr. Wayne has not released any statement about your ownership of the Iceberg, Mr. Todd. The media has gone rampant after the Mr. Wayne’s absence in the Lounge’s opening ceremony.”

He wasn’t invited.

“I’m sure he was busy.”

“And your siblings?”

“They should be as well.”

“Last question, Mr. Todd. Will all eight of Mr. Wayne’s children have an equal share of his wealth?”

Huh. He’s never thought of that. “Perhaps. What are people saying?”

“Mr. Wayne is currently worth eighty billion dollars. That would mean you’d inherit ten billion dollars along with your other siblings.”

Shit. Maybe threatening Bruce with his identity a few days back wasn’t the brightest idea.

“Right now, I’m worth more than any of my siblings,” Jason smiled at the camera. “And if Mr. Wayne does give me an eighth of his fortune, I’d be sure to give you guys a first at an interview as the youngest new billionaire.”

Kylie Jenner can suck it.

The music started blaring out from the speakers. Burlesque music. He took another glass of champagne from a waiter and nodded at Jimmy Olsen. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Todd!” he exclaimed.

Jason’s eyes were on stage. Five women with feathers around their arms twirled, moving their legs so gracefully to the music. They only had so much clothes on. Sipping into his glass, he moved closer to the stage.

.

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental

On your humble flat, or help you at the automat

Men grow cold as girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shaped

These rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

.

You caught his eye more than anyone else in the damn room.

You were staring right at him, then with your soft, lace covered hands, you ran it over the side of your cheek, over your red-stained lips. You were covered in red. And the wig you had, a short blonde one, you had that Marilyn Monroe look he always had a thing for. You reminded him of Isabel, the flight attendant he once dated. But you? On stage with your legs covered in the most intricate fish nets, you were definitely something else.

You looked at him again. Perhaps you knew who he was. Your mouth so slightly parted, and the feathers grazed against your glistening lips. Jason smiled at you. You didn’t smile back. At the next move, you moved to the other side of the stage and faced away from him.

Jason then walked over to your side, standing beside a booth. You were looking at the business moguls drooling over you at their table. But then your eyes darted to him again, this time with the slightest smirk. You turned around, along with the rest of the dancers, and bent over.

Jason’s eyebrow quirked up at the sight of your ass, but he kept silent, drinking his wine. Your eyes were immediately on him the moment you stood back up. He held his glass up at you, smiling, and you ignored him once again.

Biting his lip, he watched you throw out your feather scarf over your shoulder, holding onto another dancer’s waist as you grinded onto her, so slowly with the song changing to something a bit more seductive. You then walked off the stage and continued your choreography holding your scarves over people’s necks.

You walked over to the Falcones, avoiding their grabby hands. You almost kissed the best looking one in the group, your chest so close to the tip of his nose. Rolling his eyes, Jason sipped on his glass.

But then you turned to him, your lips subtly curving up. You were making your way to him, most probably knowing he owned the place, because you walked ever so slowly to his way, cheekily winking at all the other men fawning over you.

And when you’d stood in front of him, smelling like sweet, yet strong rose petals in a garden, the tension was immense. You were absolutely gorgeous. And his eyes were all over you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you put your face so closely to his while your delicate fingers drew a line across his shoulders, his collarbone, over the muscles on his arms. He pretended not to be so shaken, standing still with the glass between his lips.

You were enjoying yourself just as much as Jason did. But he was practically growling in hunger as you swayed your hips, momentarily pushing your ass to his crotch but not near enough to actually touch it. Jason couldn’t care less about all the other people around him. As far as he knew, you were the only one in the room.

Then you placed your scarf around his neck, your forehead so slightly brushing against his. Your breath was hot, too hot, and your body was glistening under the pale blue light. Jason licked his lips before you left to go back on stage.

Looking down at the red feathered scarf around his neck, Jason walked over backstage just before the number came to an end.

-----

“Mr. Todd!”

A large woman with a fur coat big enough to have been from an actual bear came up to him. “Did you enjoy my girls?”

“I did,” Jason said. “Where are they?”

“They’re just about to finish up at the dressing room. Would you like to meet one of them?”

“Send them all out to the casinos for the night. I’m sure all the guests would be delighted to have them around at the lounge,” Jason said. “If they want to, of course.”

“They would love to. If you can excuse me, Mr. Todd.”

Jason nodded at the woman who then walked into the dressing room. He waited outside, just by one of the slot machines.

The girls walked out of the room, now dressed in long gowns, their backs bare and the slits on their legs high up to their thighs. You no longer wore your wig, but your natural hair looked even better on you, if Jason had to say. You were the last to come out, and the seductive, shameless demeanor you once had was now replaced with a shy, silent, yet beautiful disposition. Your dress was the same color red as his Red Hood mask. He loved it.

You caught his eye, stopping your tracks, then you brought your purse up to your torso as if you were covering yourself from him.

Jason walked over to you, stretching out his hand. You looked at his arms, then at his face. You didn’t smile at him, but slowly, you held his hand for a firm shake.

But he didn’t shake it. Instead, he brought it up to his lips, delicately pressing it against the back of your hand as if you were so fragile. But you sighed at his gesture, and you couldn’t help but step closer.

“Jason Todd,” he said, still not letting go of your hand.

“Y/FN.”

Your voice was sweeter than your scent.

“You were amazing out there, Y/N.”

“I didn’t realize I was dancing for the Iceberg’s new owner, Mr. Todd.”

“Call me Jason. Please.”

So you didn’t know who he was, and still you danced for him like no one else. Interesting.

“A drink?”

You nodded. Jason motioned for a waiter to his direction and he took two glasses from the tray, handing one out to you. “Walk with me, Y/N.”

Your lips stained the glass’s rim with a faint coral. He looked away before you’d catch him staring too much at it.

“How do you find the place?”

“It’s perfect, much better than when Mr. Cobblepot owned the place.”

“So you’ve danced here before?”

“A few times. I didn’t like it as much. Who knew a handsome young bachelor such as you would turn the place so much more interesting?”

Your eyes were piercing. And every so often, as you walked past the crowd, he’d catch you looking at him longer than you should.

“Being one of Bruce Wayne’s wards has its perks.”

“You are definitely different from your siblings.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

You’ve reached the dance floor, where drunken socialites had a glass on one hand while holding onto some businessman or crime lord half their height with the other. The live band was playing jazz music for now, and with the lights coming to a dim, Jason stretched out his hand for you again. “Dance with me, Ms. Y/N?”

Placing your glasses onto a waiter’s tray, you took it, and he placed his hand on your waist, yours on his shoulder. And with the other, he held your fingers with a slight brush against your thumb.

“You must do this with a whole number of women, sir.”

Sir. You didn’t say it the way you called him Mr. Todd. You said it seductively. Oh, he definitely had that kink.

“On the contrary, I don’t.”

“So the Prince of Gotham isn’t a stud after all?”

“Not at all. But women don’t hate me, that’s for sure.”

His grip on your waist tightened, and you were pulling him closer. “I sure hope you like me, Ms. Y/LN.”

“Call me Y/N, and I think I like you just fine.”

The smell of rose petals yet again. Your faces were so close, and you danced at a slower pace than everyone else in the room. “I’d like to get to know you better. You have a show tomorrow night, Y/N?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Dinner. With me at the rooftop lounge. I’ll reserve a special table with the best view.”

“Just thought you should know, I cannot be reeled in over wealth and gifts.”

“Not that kind of woman, huh?”

You smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“Is that a no?”

“If you weren’t so rich, or if you weren’t so alike to your playboy father, maybe I’d immediately say yes.”

He twirled you around so skillfully you almost squealed. “Then let me prove to you I’m no rich playboy.”

“You have the whole night.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, smirking as you looked into his eyes. You were warm, and even if you weren’t so immensely sexy, he was still so drawn to you, he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile.

The song ended, and reluctantly, he pulled away from you, but not without a kiss to your hand once again.

“You may not be that kind of girl, but what if I take you up to my room?”

He watched your face, looking for any signs of hesitation. Even at just the slightest bit of pressure, he wouldn’t push it. But the wide smile on your face and the enthusiastic nod reassured him. “Lead the way.”

Jason held out his elbow for you to take, and you wrapped your hand around your bicep as you walked to the back of the room, to the elevators no one was supposed to go into. He heard whispers from socialites left and right, how he was taking a burlesque girl up to his room. They’ll call you cheap, for sure. But even if they had half the charm you had, he’d pick you in a crowd of hundreds in a heartbeat.

You didn’t seem to mind. You walked into the elevator, still holding onto his arm, and you walked out into a hall of glass walls and crystal statues. At the end of the hall was the door to his room. And with no one around, Jason led you inside.

You placed your purse on a console table, marveling over the immensely luxurious bedroom. The walls were still of the same crystal-like glass, blue all over the walls. There was a couch and living area to the left, and right in front was his own liquor bar, which he walked over to immediately after pulling out a seat for you to take. Behind it was a beautiful aquarium, large enough to fill up the whole wall. Walking over to it, watching the fish move around the corals and seaweed, Jason took out a bottle of champagne and poured both of you a new glass.

“You have quite the exquisite taste.”

“I’m hoping that doesn’t turn you off as much.”

Handing you a glass, you clinked it against his and sipped. “Your charm makes up for it. I take it you weren’t born with a silver spoon up your ass?”

He laughed. “No. Glad you should mention that. I grew up in the streets, in fact.”

“You and I both.”

Another lipstick stain on the rim of your glass, and your eyes still on the fish of the aquarium. He had to stop staring so much.

“Where’s your next performance?”

“I’m not so sure yet. Our manager usually tells us of our performances on the day.”

“Call me. I’d love to watch you again.”

Smiling as you walked over to the liquor bar’s stool, Jason put his arm on the bar’s surface. “Why me?”

He was flustered. “Well, other than the fact that your beauty absolutely captivates me, red happens to be my favorite color.”

“A way with words, you have, Jason Todd.”

You both placed your empty glasses on the table, and Jason started to put his face nearer to yours, leaning towards you from the other side of the bar. You were pushing your ass out, leaning towards him in turn. With a brush of his fingers against your cheek, you bit your lips.

“May I take another step at convincing you over that date?”

“Take as many measures as you want.”

You were first to lean in to his lips, and you were warm, so soft, and incredibly addicting. That rosy smell was now mixed with the faint remnants of champagne. He breathed in, walking over to your side at the table so he could roam his hands around your hair, your neck, your waist. He stopped, and you went on to kiss his neck, and he leaned over to push on the lever under your seat so you’d be elevated up to his height. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him again and you felt his hand snake up your thigh.

“You sure those-“ you breathed. “-socialites downstairs wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t care.” He smiled at you. Jason took off his suit jacket and you worked him off his tie. His red dress shirt was a shade lighter than your dress, and all you could think about were the thick muscles he had on under his clothes, how huge he was compared to any other man you’ve ever been with. Your hands on his face, you spread your legs so he could settle himself between them.

Shit, this was hot. Your heavy breaths, your gasps, the slight mewl when he’d bite into your neck, he lifted you up on your thighs and carried you to the other side of the liquor bar. Now sitting taller than him, he could nip at your chest easily, biting into your collarbone. Your legs were hooked around his waist and with neither of you fixing the straps of your dress falling down your shoulder, you moaned in delight when his hands squeezed onto your thighs.

With your help, he fiddled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, never leaving your lips while he was at it. Hiking your dress up to your waist, he groaned when your hand suddenly started to pump his length.

“You really got it all, Mr. Todd,” you winked.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes, sir.”

He swore his dick twitched.

Then he started attacking your neck, the top of your breast. He pushed your dress down so he could bite into the skin of your now exposed breasts. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra. He didn’t know what he expected. Eyes closed shut, moaning even louder, he tipped over a few glasses when he leaned his weight over you. Your legs were in the air, and you were holding onto him so you wouldn’t fall off.

Kneeling down, your fingers locked onto his hair, Jason looked up at you as he pushed you further toward the edge of the surface, your exposed ass cold against the bar. He kneaded your thighs, so skillfully well you could probably cum just as that, then the cheeky bastard started biting at the hem of your stockings.

Smiling down at him, you watched him pull them down your legs with his teeth, before he’d traced his burning hot tongue up the skin of your inner thighs. Your thongs were thin enough for him to know you’d feel his breath if he ghosted his mouth over you, so that was exactly what he did. And watching your reactions, and the way you pulled even tighter into his hair, he stood back up to pull your lips back to his.

You bit at his lip, feeling the tip of his warm cock play with your folds.

And when he’d slid inside you, your nails raked onto his back, nevermind his shirt to protect him. You weren’t so shy anymore when you suddenly tore his shirt open, the buttons flying to whatever direction to the ground. Smiling as he thrusted inside you, your nails traced the outlines of his abs. So fucking hot…

He probably heard another glass break, but he didn’t care. Jason picked you up once again, turned around, then pushed your back flat against the aquarium’s glass. The fish were frantically swimming around in panic, especially when he started pounding against you and the window shook in loud thuds. You screamed, and with a bite onto your neck, the tip of his cock hit that side of your tight walls clenching around him to hard, he wanted to break the glass.

He moaned into your ear, effortlessly keeping you up with his hands on your thighs. He thrusted into you, gaining speed the more you screamed and moaned his name. He caught your lips, bit onto them even when he didn’t want you to be quiet. This was fucking hotter than anything he’s ever experienced.

And he didn’t want this to end so quickly. Not with you. Something to captivating within you made him want to take his sweet time, enjoy your body he was lucky enough to have at the first night. He didn’t want this to be just for tonight, no. He wanted you to come back, to make you feel so good you’ll have to say yes to that date. So he lifted you up once again, his cock still lodged inside you, and he carried you into bed.

Fuck, you were so hot splayed out on his bed like that, your thighs drenched and your hair a mess. Jason took his dress shirt off, throwing it to the floor, then he helped you slide off of your dress, your thongs, your stockings, and fucking hell, you were beautiful.

Jason took off his pants, and before you could pull him in, he leaned over to the side of the bed and pressed on two buttons. One of them dimmed the lights to a sexy, seductive red glare, and the other put on some music. Some slow rap song he didn’t have the liberty of choosing, and it made you giggle. You obviously didn’t want him fiddling around with more buttons, so you pulled onto his shoulders and hooked both your legs around him.

Moaning, your hands gripping onto the sheets, Jason kissed your breasts and midriff so breathily slow that it made you a writhing mess. He leaned over to your cunt, breathing against it to make you jolt, then he lapped his tongue over you so gently your back arched high up to the air. He inserted a finger, then another, and you were screaming his name over and over, shaking each time he thrusted inside you. “Fuck,” he moaned, before lapping at your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Yes. Moan. Scream. Twitch at his touch. Just watching you would’ve been enough to get him off. The lights, the room, the music, it was all perfect. “Is that a yes on that date now?”

“If you don’t continue fucking me right now, I might never call you.”

He laughed and went back up to your lips, grinding against you so deliciously slow, his shaft grazing up your cunt, he held onto you as you jolted up. Suddenly, he flipped you over, and you squealed as he held your ass up, licking his fingers as he played with your pussy. You buried your head against the soft pillows and moaned as he slid back inside you, hands roughly gripping onto your hips.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!!!” you screamed, and with his arm holding onto your shoulders, he held you up, keeping that sexy arch of your back intact with his other hand, and with your head falling to his shoulder, he pulled you up for a kiss. Hands all over your breasts, skin so flustered and over stimulated, you felt burning. Jason bit your lip too hard when he felt your already tight pussy clench around him. Forehead against yours, he looked right into your eyes and snapped his hips into your ass, making you shriek.

“Fuck! Do that again, sir!”

Fucking hell.

He did it again. And again. And again and again.

He’s never been so intimate with a stranger, never took so much time to make them feel good. And even when he’d just met you, something didn’t want him to make this a single night of quick, meaningless sex to keep him going through the day. Something wanted him to make this more than that.

So he kissed you, long and hard. And with your limbs trembling and shaking hard enough to make you fall, he held you up, holding himself back from the immense pain and pleasure that went with you clenching so hard around him, he hissed and gave in.

He came, and you both fell to the bed, his chest pressed against your back, he sloppily kept up with his thrusts and rode out his high. He shuddered, spilling so much of his load inside you. Fuck, this was too good for him. He kissed your shoulders, your back, then your cheek. You looked amazing, and undoubtably grateful. Jason turned you around, legs around his body, and kept kissing you all throughout the night.

Fucking a stranger, sure. But making love to one? Not exactly what people would have in mind. But somehow, with you, nothing has ever felt better. Nothing felt so right.

And eventually, when the ripe beginnings of sunshine had met his window, you kissed him once again before walking back over to pick your clothes from the ground. “My phone’s over there,” you pointed to your purse. “Give me your number.”

Pinching your butt cheek, Jason took your phone. He then gave you his and you put your number with a little heart next to your name.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like that with someone I barely know.”

“Neither have I.”

Smiling, and with your clothes back on, you leaned over to him and kissed him, before walking out of the room. Biting the inside of his gums, he put on his clothes, walked over to the liquor bar, then turned over to face the fish.

A push on the remote he had opened the screens behind the aquarium. His hand in his pockets, he watched as the glass unfolded.

“You alright there, Cobblepot?”

“You. Fucking. Tool,” Penguin growled from behind the glass, his clothes and hair a mess. Probably from almost tearing them out from his skin in frustration.

“Shut up. At least I had the decency to shut the glass and the one way mirror. You didn’t see anything.”

The stout man looked absolutely traumatized. “And you just forgot to turn the sounds off?”

“Oh,” he sipped on his wine. “Whoops.”

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[smuggsy]

the second prompt list you posted, number 25, the "when you love someone" would be really good for nygmobblepot if you wanted to 😌

okay, so first things first, we agreed to change the prompt to this one: Character A combs fingers through character B's hair. thanks for being such a sport! <3

Summary: Oswald is jealous, drunk and dizzy. In that order. Word Count: 2096. Read it on AO3 (or under the cut).

There are certain things that come attached to the title of Kingpin of the Underworld. Certain things one might consider red flags, green lights if you will. Things that would send Gotham's hungry wolves on a merciless hunt for his head, no doubt. Showing weakness, hesitation, doubt, incompetence. Oswald knows there's just no space for error when it comes to these, not for Penguin and certainly not for the Mayor.

Unfortunately, he comes to learn Edward Nygma incarnates each and every one of those traits. The ones that would certainly bring about his demise, Oswald admits, if he isn't careful to hide them behind his facade of cold-blooded killer or faithful politician. If he doesn't avert his eyes when the cameras are rolling or when his party attendees are talking to him, toasting, congratulating, saying things Oswald will have forgotten within the hour.

Because he can't help but be painfully aware of Ed's presence, usually standing in strategic high-points making sure everything is running smoothly, sometimes entertaining particularly snobby guests who would have Oswald at their sides for the duration of the night if it were up to them, their egos too fragile but at the same time too precious to threaten even slightly.

Edward is always on top of things.

Oswald is always aware of this.

Of him.

Too much, sometimes.

It's a bit more difficult to pretend he isn't hyper-aware of his musky scent and hoarse voice and well-lean figure when they share a car back to the mansion after occasions like these. When Edward slides into the opposite seat with a pleased self-congratulatory air and confidently starts listing off people and colourful details that might prove useful in the future and Oswald smiles gently, doesn't tell him he already knows he spoke to all of them because he was watching.

He was watching when he brought the Commissioner's mother her favourite cherry-chocolate liquor and when he complimented the Gotham Gazette's new editor's dress. When he leant in pretending he couldn't hear her, when he oh-so-gentlemanly offered a handkerchief after she collided with one of the waiters because she was too distracted by the way he smiled down at her - Oswald was watching.

And, well.

He doesn't blame her.

And Edward?

"...she scribbled her phone number on a napkin and slipped it into my hand so I'll say we, quite literally," he smiles smugly and produces the neatly folded napkin from his dark-olive jacket, "have her in our pocket."

Oswald laughs, sharing in the sentiment, the joke.

Or so he thinks he's doing until he sees Edward's expression shift into something much less chipper and he realises what he's actually done is roll his eyes and scoff like a spoiled little child.

"You don't approve?" Edward asks, excitement dying off.

Oswald curses his own recklessness and puts on another smile that he knows wouldn't fool anyone.

"Oh, no. I approve. I quite approve of your calculated flirting, Ed. A very nice strategy. Maybe try to exercise a bit more prudence next time, go one at a time?"

The car comes to a stop at a red light, Edward stares at him for a long moment before he seemingly understands the meaning behind Oswald's reproach.

"Oh, that!"

(He definitely doesn't understand the meaning behind Oswald's reproach.)

"Yes! No, that was just Miss Johnson recommending me some poetry," the napkin returns to the safety of his breast pocket and next Ed brings out a little notepad from the inside of his jacket, pushing his glasses up his nose and wetting his lips - Oswald looks away, feeling too hot all of a sudden, "she's the head of the Literacy Club, they hold meetings at the City Library every other Thu—"

"I know who she is, Ed!" he snaps before he can stop himself. It's such an abrupt reaction that Edward stops his monologue and looks at him again with that face that means he's trying to decipher his real intentions and assessing the terrain. He looks Oswald up and down and sits straight, clearing his throat one more time and reading his hostility.

"Of course," Ed mumbles, "yes, you do. Sorry. It was a tedious evening, I should—" he clears his throat again out of nervousness and Oswald sighs, biting his tongue and taking a deep breath in, "I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Or not. I know you're not one for poetry anyway."

"Ed..."

"No, it's fine. You must be exhausted, I know you hate these events, mingling and standing up all night—"

"Ed."

Edward's caramel eyes, that'd been cast downwards to his lap in an awkward and almost sheepish manner, shoot up to meet Oswald's again at his insistence. His gentle gaze brings back memories. Of bullet wounds and take-out food and piano melodies and a flourishing friendship.

"Who told you I don't like poetry?" Oswald tries with a gentler and more genuine smile this time. Because he's being too rude. Edward is none the wiser and he shouldn't have to deal with his stupid outbursts of jealousy. "Go ahead," Oswald says, with a much less venomous roll of his eyes and smiling at Edward's playful air and devilish grin.

His Chief of Staff opens his little notepad and shifts over from the opposite seat to come and claim the space next to him.

"I'm all ears," Oswald announces.

Except he isn't, really.

If he'd known Edward was going to make himself so comfortable between him and the cold window, was going to press himself so tightly against his side and loosen up his tie and giggle and start reciting a love poem with that mocking glint in his eyes and that theatrical hand-waving, Oswald never would've encouraged him.

"I hoped that he would love me, and he has kissed my mouth. But I am like a stricken bird that cannot reach the south..."

He needs to loosen up his own tie, too.

"...for though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad. His kiss was not so wonderful, as all the dreams I had."

Oswald stops breathing, stops trying to make himself look away from Edward's rosy lips, his cheekbones ever-so-slightly turned pink because their driver has turned on the heating way too high, the laugh that rocks his body, Oswald can feel it too because if he were closer he'd be sitting on his lap.

Stop it.

"—and then she just started telling me about her divorce, as if it wasn't all over the Gazette's front page last month. I declined her invitation but I figured I'd keep the poem, do a little bit of research, get in her good graces, so to speak. Never know when you'll need some funding and everybody knows she won the court case so, ca-ching!"

Ed blurts out another laugh and turns to look at Oswald, no doubt fishing for praise.

Oswald, who's so helplessly staring at him, lips slightly parted and hearing nothing beyond his gentle poem-reading about kisses and love and dreams. One of his betraying hands goes to Edward's nape and settles there, fingers brushing his hair of their own volition, brain failing to catch up to the situation. He feels light-headed.

"Oswald?" comes Ed's slightly concerned voice, now fully turning to face him better.

Oswald blinks out of his stupor with a pitiful gasp.

Sees his hand almost pulling Edward closer —

"Are you..." Ed starts, eyes darting to the side, to Oswald's outstretched arm with a frown, "...okay?"

"Fuck," he says out loud, without meaning to, "I—," he tries, he blinks again, he swallows through a dry throat, he looks at Ed and at his own hand cradling his head and then at Ed again looking at him with a quizzical look but still not leaning away, "—sorry! I— think I had too much to drink."

With that, he retrieves his hand and shuffles away from Edward, feeling like he's about to implode and like he can't take a proper breath in, he starts to get uncomfortably sweaty.

You idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?!

"Is your leg—?" Edward places a cold hand on his thigh, "is it your leg?"

Oswald looks down, Ed's slim fingers brushing over the fabric of his trousers, he keeps them there, like it means nothing — like it doesn't mean everything.

"What?" he blurts out, because he didn't actually hear what Ed just said.

"You're sweating," his Chief of Staff states matter-of-factly, but when he goes to grab his handkerchief he finds it isn't there.

Oswald closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, thinking this is his only chance of living it down.

"Yes, yes. I'm feeling a bit dizzy."

Edward leaves his side immediately to go tap insistently at the dark window separating them from their newly-appointed chauffeur. He mutters a few orders that Oswald doesn't actually catch, there's a menacing undertone to his words and then he actually leans over into the front side of the vehicle.

"Are you trying to cook us alive?" he says finally, before shutting the window back close with unnecessary force. He turns to an Oswald biting his lip and trying not to laugh, "amateur. Do you want me to fire him?"

"It's his first day."

"Precisely."

"No, I don't want you to fire him, Ed," he peels his eyes open and gestures to the left window, his vision spinning for a moment before he gets just the teensiest bit nauseous, "but maybe you could—?"

Edward returns to his side and rolls the window down a few inches. The cold winter air feels heavenly on Oswald's flushed cheeks and he lets out a sigh — it turns out he did actually have one drink too many, then.

"Better?" Ed asks, too close. Oswald doesn't dare open his eyes again. He only lets out a grunt and shakes his head.

This has backfired completely.

What was supposed to be an act — a decoy, has turned into him bracing himself against the cold glass window to his right and feeling like he's inside a blender. He meant for Ed to get distracted and brush aside his slip but now Ed is closer than he was before and Oswald genuinely feels like he's going to be sick.

"Stop— stop the car," he crooks out, he opens his eyes to see Edward leaning over him with a worried look but making no move to obey, "Ed!"

It stops just in time. He feels quite helpless as he wrestles with the door handle and stumbles outside into the cold dark and empty street of some downtown neighbourhood to empty his stomach by the sidewalk.

He hears rather than see Edward scramble out of the car after him.

"Oh, dear."

How humiliating, Oswald's mind provides, as he tries to lean back up, tries to get some leverage with a hand on the opened door only to find nothing there and almost trip over. Edward catches him just in time.

"Uh-oh," Ed sings, "I got you."

"Mayor Cobblepot! Is there anything—?"

"Just get in the car and wait there," Ed mumbles menacingly. Oswald would've sent the boy a murderous glare himself if he hadn't been so occupied trying not to fall into his own vomit and holding onto his Chief of Staff for dear life.

So much for living this down.

"Ughhhhhh," is all he can say, because he thinks he's about to faint.

"I know, I know," Edward keeps one hand on his arm and the other round his shoulders, "but you'll feel better now it's out."

Oswald scrunches up his face and almost gags again. Edward does a great job of guiding him back into the car, now much colder than it was just a moment ago. He feels like a deer that's learning to walk: he can't seem to find proper footing and only when Ed sits him down and settles next to him does his head stop spinning. The car starts to move again and the passing lights become so bothersome he doesn't open his eyes the rest of the trip home.

"Now can I fire him?"

Oswald nuzzles closer into the embrace, one of Ed's arms is still around his waist and the other hand is left unmoving over his forehead, a cold solace, keeping his head from moving around too much with the sloppy turns and few street holes the car fails to avoid.

And because he's still drunk and Ed is holding him so close, his lips brush against a warm minty-scented neck and stay there, breathing in perfume and skin and finding no resistance.

[thisismyhell]

Hired to Kill 1/?

Plot:  On the run after killing your abusive ex husband, you end up as a thief in Gotham. Living in your quiet apartment, you’re surprised to enter your home only to find a bald man dressed in black laying his weapons out on your dining table. Apparently he works for Penguin, aka, the person whose mansion you just ransacked for cash and valuables. He’s here to kill you, but what he isn’t prepared for is that you may be more qualified than he to take out a hit. So when you bring his tied up a gagged ass back to his employer, the 3 of you have a conversation on how to move forward. Will you leave the mansion alive and independent? Or will you be forced into partnership with your attempted killer?

Warnings: one mention of reader killing themselves as a threat

Words: 1,800

___________________________________________________________ It was pouring rain by the time you left the property with your bag of prizes. About an hour earlier, you broke into the mansion of some rich guy you had been stalking. He seemed the vulnerable type, what with the amount of guards he always had trailing behind him. So you waited them all out, until they left for the better part of the evening to attend the man’s club. You didn’t give a shit what he did, you only cared about his stuff. And he had a house full of stuff you could steal and sell on the black market. 

Once you were back in your building, you started itemizing everything you stole in your head. You’d be damned if you missed out on some extra cash. You entered your small apartment, only to begin hearing someone … whistling? Setting your bag down quietly on the floor, and taking your gun out from its holster, you slowly made your way to the source of the sound. You then met the eyes of a tall bald man, dressed in all black, whistling while he unpacked his collection of weapons on your dining room table. He smiled at you, charmingly. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up”, he said through a stupid grin. “Do you know who I am?”.

“Frankly I don’t really give a shit who you are”, you said still brandishing your weapon, “but I sure would like you to leave”. 

The two of you held a brief standoff, until the man rolled his eyes and introduced himself. “My name is Victor Zsasz. You’ve probably heard of me -”

“Nope.”

“Well, maybe you’ve heard of the scariest assassin in Gotham -”

“Try again”

“Okay listen. I work for Penguin, you know, the guy you just got home from stealing from?”

You lowered your weapon, taking in his introduction. Seems like you weren’t as stealth as you thought you were. Or maybe you just didn’t realize who this Penguin guy really was. “How did you find out so quickly? How did you beat me home?” 

“You must not be as smart as you are cute. Do you really think a man like Penguin would live in his house without security cameras? I watched you break in and steal shit from my phone. You really didn’t think of that?”

“I’ll be honest, I was more worried about getting enough valuables than I was about the sanity of your boss”, you slithered. 

Victor chuckled to himself, and it seemed genuine. “Miss y/n, you must realize the moment you set foot onto his property you were way in over your head”.

“Maybe. But what are you going to do about it?”

“Y/n, isn’t it obvious? I am going to kill you, and bring your dead body back to Penguin to gloat. Now come here and sit down”.

You sat down at your table, now a display of horrific instruments. Was he going to torture you? Why did he bring so many weapons just for killing a thief? Maybe he had a vendetta out for something. Now sitting in front of Victor, you realized you could not care less about his intentions. Because there was no way this night was going to end the way he plans on. You looked up at him, smiling to yourself. 

“What? Why are you smiling? I’m literally here to kill you, and you’re smiling at me?”

You couldn’t dignify that with a reason. Instead you replied, “tell me what you think you’re going to do to me”.

Victor gawked at you, smirking. “What I think I’m going to do to you? Y/n in case it wasn’t obvious before, I am a very successful assassin. Everyone knows this. What makes you think you’re so special?”

You smiled, “because if you are so successful, then all your victims are dead. Which means you must be the one telling everyone. And how foolish do you think I would be to think you wouldn’t embellish every killing story you tell people?” 

He stared at you, seeming a bit irritated. You shared a look of silence, before Victor started to unbutton his suit jacket. Then his vest. Then he took off his tie, and his black button down dress shirt. He gently set them down beside his collection of guns and knives, and kneeled in front of you with a stare that could kill. “Do you see all these scars over my body y/n? I did these”. You looked over his upper half, noticing tally marks covering his pale skin. 

“I did these, to represent every single person I have killed. This is just the upper part of my body. And after I kill you where you are, y/n, I will add another scar to my resume”. 

You looked at him in the eyes, challenging him. “And yet, dear Victor, you kneel before me”. 

Before Victor’s questioning look can change, you grab his head, kneeing him in the face. As he bounces backward in pain and brandishing a bloody nose, you flip your table covered in  weapons over, making them unreachable. Now it’s just you, and him, and the knife in your boot. You go to reach for it, but he grabs your wrist, throwing you against the wall. You bounce back, grabbing the knife before it even hits the floor, and swing at Victor. Slicing him across the chest. “That’s for thinking I wouldn't do it first” you snarl. He tries to lunge at you, but you lunge right back toward him catching him off guard. Your forehead clashes with his nose, causing it to bleed a lot more. He bends over in pain and you take the opportunity to double elbow him in his spine. He lands on your dining room floor, and you kick him in the head knocking him unconscious. 

You arrive at Penguins about an hour later, rolling in Victor Zsasz, the most successful assassin in Gotham, right up to him in his chamber. Victor is still unconscious, shirtless, gagged and bound to a 2 wheel standing trolley. You slap him across the face and he wakes up, confused and sweating from the pain of his broken nose. 

“I believe this belongs to you”, you drawl while making painful eye contact with the man who ordered your prisoner to kill you. Victor starts to mumble, and you rip away the duct tape from his mouth harsher than you probably needed to. “OW?!” he screams, glaring at you. “Unnecessary!”. You roll your eyes and direct your attention to Penguin. “So. I broke into this place a few hours ago not realizing you were smart enough for security cameras. I came home to this idiot telling me you sent him to kill me. He failed. And now I am standing here with him, alive, as a warning”. Penguin opens his mouth for the first time, “What can I do for you, y/n?” “You can all leave me the fuck alone. I got what I wanted and got to hand this guy's ass to him as a bonus. He spent his time with me gloating, instead of killing me”. Penguin thought about this, and Victor seemed embarrassed. “Penguin, I assure you that is not all that happened-” “Yes he’s right. I also broke his nose”. 

“Give me Victor’s job. And pay me double. Or I will break back into your mansion and kill you, while all your security watches on their phones”. 

Penguin looked stunned, “And what is stopping me from killing you right now?”.

“Because I have a gun in my holster and a knife in my boot. And if you even think about jumping me, I’ll kill all 3 of us right here. Right now. And then your empire will fall, and you will be forgotten. Killed where you stand by some thief, in front of all these cameras laughing at you”. 

Victor and Penguin share a look, one more pleading than the other. “Do it, boss. She’s quicker”. 

Penguin considers his assassins words. “Okay, y/n. You can work for me. But consider this a trial basis. More people than you realize are under my command. You have 30 days to earn my trust and prove to me you are better than Zsasz. And if you do not, I will have a hit on you. You seem the type to value your privacy, and I would hate to have all of Gotham threaten that”. 

You understand the threat looming ahead of you. If you were in over your head, it was far too late now. Back home at your small apartment, you smell him ahead of you. Victor followed you home. 

“Do you really think I’d let you walk away that easily? “, he purrs. 

“Well, we both know what happens when you threaten to kill me”. 

He’s quicker than before, shoving you against the wall with his forearm against your throat and a dagger in his hand. You smile up at him. “I see you had time to get dressed first”, you spoon feed him the advantage. He sneers down at you, not easing any of the force or tension coming from his large form. He takes a lock of your hair between his fingers, smelling it. “Don’t be mistaken, miss y/n. You and I will be spending quite a lot of time together. See, as you will be working to kill people for Penguin, I’ll be ahead of you stealing the spotlight. You’ll have to be quicker than me, in every. Possible. Way”. He emphasises the last words by pulling you up to him by the lock of hair. You are face to face with the man while standing on your toes. 

You looked him in his big eyes, not daring to look away or blink. “I love a challenge, Victor”. You see his pupils dilate at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He moves his thigh between your legs, causing your own eyes to dilate as well. He removes his forearm from your neck, moving instead to place an open palmed hand on your sternum, though continuing to press you against the wall. You let him play control for just a moment longer, before using all your strength to push him so you have now switched positions, now with Victor against the wall of the hallway. You look up at him coyly, “Sounds fun. Now get out of my building before I change my mind about you”. “And how is it you feel about me, y/n?”. You don’t miss his wink. “I think you know how I feel about you, Zsasz”, you purr. You get off the man, and he leaves your building and quietly as he came. 

This is going to be an interesting job, you thought before entering your apartment and cleaning all weapons from the dining room.

[softrozene]

“Me… Me?!”

@bug-ahboo​ requested: Thank you so much! For even taking the time to respond. If it’s not too much trouble would it be alright if I requested a Shachi x reader Au where the boys are In a night club, And the readers a super pretty girl who makes all the boys take a second glance. But instead of heading over to law or Luffy’s friends she Decides she’s going to flirt with the redhead and it catches him off guard. It can end fluffy or really how ever you want it too. :) (again thank you so much! This means a lot!)

I had so much fun with this! This was my first time actually writing just for Shachi, so it was a bit odd but very welcoming! I do hope you enjoy it love and sorry for the long wait, Lovely!

Shachi x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of alcohol and flirty suggestions- They are at a night club, a bit on the comedy side (Can we please give Shachi some confidence here?)

Words: 1377

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Shachi has never been to a club like this before. It was the hottest ones by far with so many people and insanely loud music- It would have been impossible to count all the bodies dancing. It felt exhilarating. That is what he and Penguin at least think. Their friend Law dragged them since he has been here before with their other companions who are here tonight as well: Luffy and quite a few of his own friends.

It is packed and Shachi loves it. So far- It is already the number one place he should visit in the future. With the smell of alcohol ad fun in the air while gorgeous human beings dance together. It nearly lit him on fire. Penguin felt the same way but their friend Law- He is upset since he knows he is going to be babysitting whoever gets shit faced first ad from the looks of it, Zoro is getting Usopp and Nami on that path.

Shachi thinks for a moment he wants to be on the path of drunken fun as well until they get further into the nightclub. Snagging a wonderful circle bench where they can all sit, chat, and take turns going out on the dance floor or getting drinks. He and Penguin feel like they are in heaven at all the beautiful ladies dancing.

It will not hurt to mingle right?

The thought was great until Penguin already points at their friend Law with Zoro (trying to stop Zoro from getting too many drinks already) and all the females in the area just stare them down. Welp… It was a nice idea to think he had a chance. Penguin is still going to try but Shachi knows when to not try.

He needs a second to feel glommed out before he returns to his partying self. Law and Zoro return with drinks while Usopp and Nami take a shot and head straight to the dance floor. Penguin follows so he can try and flirt with someone out on the dance floor.

“Where did Luffy go?” Shachi asks the two who are observing the night club.

Zoro answers, “Don’t know. He is around here somewhere.”

“Last time Luffy-ya made a new friend. I did not see her, but everyone made a big deal out of it. So, he is probably trying to find her if he invited her,” Law answers.

Shachi hums getting a glass of a fruity alcoholic beverage that the duo brought over. It is his guilty pleasure- Fruity drinks compared to the hard shit his friends down. Not that he would say it, but it is obvious from how much he drinks it. They usually would tease him slightly but this time Law and Zoro both seem to be wondering where Luffy went as well- In search of what stranger he could have possibly made friends with this time.

“Who are we waiting for to party?” Luffy asks right beside Shachi scaring the living life out of all three males.

Zoro huffs. “Weren’t we waiting for your friend?”

“Oh! (Name)?! I already saw her- She said something about scouting you guys. I don’t know what she meant but she should introduce herself soon! I’m going to dance!” Luffy announces.

His words leave the three males confused- Why would his friend scout them?

Shachi voices just that. “Why is she scouting us?”

“Well- last time we were here everyone made a big deal about her so maybe she is trying to see what kind of friends her new friend has? I am unsure but she sounds interesting,” Law murmurs.

Zoro says nothing his eyes already trying to find a female watching them. Of course- an impossible feat in a nightclub filled with too many people. Shachi sighs as he feels the fruity drink starting to get to him- Maybe he will have the courage to ask someone to dance? Or maybe he will end up pouting with Penguin as their better looking, in his opinion, friends get all the girls.

Either way- His hopes are going down but that makes the path to a drunken fun seem all the much better. The downer thoughts nearly make him miss the nightclub growing louder- In their area in the form of very loud, trying to be hushed and failing, whispers.

A hand lands on Shachi’s shoulders making him jump but quickly notice how all the heads in this area are staring in a certain direction. It is Penguin who is holding his shoulder as he points meekly in that direction.

Law and Zoro straighten up and their own eyes widen at who they see. Shachi nearly misses her- He sees no one at first until he does a second glance and becomes frozen. His heart stops. He is certain everyone is just like him now, feeling love at first sight (or with his certain friends like Sanji then lust at first sight).

“YO- YO, you need to look! Except for you marimo, no way is she looking at you. That absolute queen is staring at one of you guys! Well, now I guess me since I am over here as well,” Sanji murmurs beside Shachi and Penguin.

Law and Zoro remain silent- Their hopes also getting up because as everyone is fully aware of. This woman is beyond beautiful.

Shachi can’t take his eyes off of her until he realizes that she is… No way- Is she staring at him? That can’t be. He quickly tries to crush his own heart before life ultimately does for him. He looks away and scowls.

Penguin is shaking and that indicates that she is slowly making her way over here. Eventually, she is in front of their table and leans against it. Shachi refuses to look at her until she coughs.

“My name is (Name) and I am wondering if ‘that’ handsome guy would like to dance with me?” (Name) states.

Law, Zoro, and Sanji practically start to choke on air. When one of them calms down it is Law that asks, “You are (Name)? Luffy’s new friend?”

“Hm? Luffy- Oh you must be his friends then. I did not even notice. I was too busy staring at him,” She admits.

Finally- Shachi gives in and stares at her. His eyes widen as he makes eye contact with her… There is no possible way she can mean him… Not when his much better-looking friends, Law, Zoro, and even Sanji, are here beside him!

One of them finally asks- It is Penguin who is making sure- “Wait, wait a moment, who are you talking about?”

“The red-head,” She replies without a hitch.

Penguin and Sanji are staring at Shachi with full-on confusion while Law and Zoro merely huff- It was a nice thought that she could be one of theirs for the night.

Shachi finally asks in a surprised tone, “Me… Me?!”

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You laugh at his cute and rather flustered expression.

“Yes, you, handsome. Won’t you tell me your name and dance with me? Or am I getting my hopes up?” You ask suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Though- You could have sworn that he was staring at you with those cute curious eyes. Maybe you had it wrong. Either way, it was worth a shot. You get ready to turn around when you see him jump up immediately.

“The name is Shachi! I would love to dance!” He says happily.

You reach for his hand and you can feel him shaking with nervousness. Cute.

“By the end of this night- I would love to give you my number. You seem like the type who enjoys going on actual day dates- Am I wrong?” You ask.

Despite the fast beat music playing on the dance floor- Both of you sway in a gentle manner. Shachi is so thankful for the low lighting on the dance floor- He would die of embarrassment if you saw how red his face was turning.

“No, you aren’t wrong at all! I would love to go on a date with you!” And now he wishes he could shut up.

Shachi just really can’t believe that you- A super pretty woman, actually saw him standing out instead of his friends. Yeah- This nightclub is definitely his favorite now.