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somethin' sweet

synopsis: you own a five-star renowned restaurant that is extremely hard to get into. business is great, the customers love it. everything is as perfect as can be. that is until a harsh food critic leaves you a bad review. you're stuck with a dilemma, let this one review overcome you. or.....fuck him so he can change it. tags: smut, sort of public sex, vaginal penetration, oral, gojo is kind of mean and annoying, praise, degradation, doggy, missionary, cunnilingus, dividers by @cafekitsune word count: 6370

The one time you’re not here, the one time you actually listen to everyone’s complaints about taking time to yourself because you overwork way too much. The one time you use your PTO to vacation to Bali for a week,

A distinguished critic visits your restaurant.

You stare down at the screen in your hands, having not at all prepared for this news to be brought on you as soon as you enter. Its words stare back at you, taunting you almost. You’re half tempted to throw it across the kitchen, but that would be another expense added to your list of supplies you needed to buy for the upcoming month.

“What day did he come?” you ask as your pointer finger scrolls the screen, reading more of the nasty review that was left.

“A Saturday. None of us even knew he was coming.” Mayra, your head sous chef, replies. The rest of the staff stands around. Some in nervousness, anticipation, and even anger at the predicament. “We sat him on the top. Even made sure he had the whole floor to himself.”

The top floor, strictly reserved for distinguished guests who waited on your month long reservation list, or for those who would simply buy it out for the night. Your top floor is constantly raved about in the media, sometimes for its lavishness and other times in jealousy. Long story short, the top floor is for the best of the best.

And they gave him that.

But it seems he didn’t care for that at all.

“If you’re in the mood for a culinary adventure that feels more like a misadventure, look no further than Lovely Haven, the so-called “fusion” restaurant that blends American comfort food with Italian classics. Unfortunately, the only thing they seem to have fused successfully is disappointment and confusion. The result is a dismal failure that feels like a cruel joke on the palate, this is what happens when culinary confusion collides with utter mediocrity.

Let’s start with the decor—an odd mix of rustic Italian charm and the kind of neon signs you'd find in a questionable diner. It’s as if someone couldn’t decide whether to create a romantic trattoria or a roadside burger joint. The atmosphere is confusing, much like the menu.”

You scoff as you read this part to yourself. The decor? The decor was one of the things almost every customer raved about. Its bright lights mixed with sleek and stainless furniture was the epitome of success. Going as far as bugging your interior designer for days, even weeks on end, to get it down to the T.

Secondly, mediocre? How dare he? You’ve been in the culinary arts for over two decades now, and so has your staff. You were very nitpicky and quite a perfectionist when assembling your employees for your place of solace. Your 5-star Michelin restaurant, yes, 5-star. It only took two years to achieve that goal, which placed you as the quickest growing restaurant in your area. And he’s treating it like you’re nothing but a simple Applebee’s or Chili’s.

The balls on this man.

“Now, onto the menu—a dizzying array of choices that reads like a desperate attempt at creativity gone horribly awry. The lasagna burger is a prime example of this misguided ambition. It arrives as a soggy monstrosity, with layers of pasta and a sad, overcooked beef patty that would make even the most forgiving diner weep. It’s a culinary abomination, devoid of flavor and entirely forgettable.

Then there are the “famous” Alfredo fries, which manage to be both an insult to fries and Alfredo sauce. The dish is an affront to all things Italian and American, featuring limp, greasy fries drowning in a thick, tasteless goo that resembles some sort of industrial paste. It’s a disgrace, and I genuinely questioned whether anyone in the kitchen had ever tasted actual food before.”

By this point, your grip has tightened on the Ipad, jaw clenching and brows furrowing. This man, he really, really was an asshole. Disrespecting your hard-working kitchen staff was a low blow that you took personally. “How long did it take to get his food out to him?”

“Twenty minutes, Y/N.” Luke, one of the managers, replies. “I timed it and made sure it was prepared before the other guests who were dining.”

So not only was he being treated like a princess, but the other customers, who probably got there before him, received their food after he was served. All for the sake of him not reviewing your restaurant’s “unkempt timeliness”.

You continue to read the last few paragraphs while your stomach twists and turns.

“Service, predictably, matched the culinary catastrophe. Our server was inattentive and seemed more interested in their phone than in providing any semblance of hospitality. Drinks took an eternity to arrive—warm, naturally, because why would you expect cold beverages at a restaurant?

Dessert? Oh, you mean the “Tiramisu Sundae”? It’s a ghastly creation that defies logic, featuring layers of sad, mushy sponge cake drowned in what could only be described as a failed attempt at chocolate syrup. The entire dish is an insult to the beloved Italian classic, tasting more like a punishment than a treat.

In conclusion, Lovely Haven is not just a failure; it’s a disgrace to the culinary arts. If you value your taste buds and your sanity, steer clear of this pitiful excuse for a restaurant. Save your money and your appetite for a place that actually understands food. You deserve better.”

The silence that follows is harsh, awaiting a potential outburst from you. You lift your head and swivel around to glare at the group around you. “Who served him?”

Hesitance replies back, some of your staff looking down as though the ground seems more interesting than your death glare. It isn’t until you ask the question again, in a firmer tone, does Mayra respond. “Susan.”

Jesus christ.

As if things couldn’t be worse, who’s bright idea was it to decide that the slacking employee serves your distinguished guest. The one person who has been trying your presence since she was hired. “Where is—”

You’re disrupted by the kitchen door opening, the problem herself walking through with earbuds in and of course, scrolling on her phone. As she looks up and sees the numerous amount of eyes on her, her steps falter. Confusion sparks through her expression, but as soon as you step forward, it begins to click.

“You’re thirty minutes late, I put you on opening because you said you couldn’t close anymore.” You don’t even have it in you to lighten your tone, eyes narrowed and voice clipped in annoyance, frustration. “Your performance has been lacking for months now, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Ever the brat she is, her arms cross. “I’m a busy college student, I have other priorities and things on my mind unlike the rest of you.”

“And I understand that,” you snap back.”But there is a difference between having other priorities and simply not caring. You don’t listen, you show up late, and you’re using your phone while you’re on the floor. Do you understand how extremely disrespectful that is?”

A moment of silence passes as she seems to formulate what to say in her mind. “I jus—”

“You’re fired.” you cut her off. “Your last check will be deposited within 24 hours, do not come back and if you do, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

Luke and Mayra, along with your other manager, Ren, sit next to you in your office. Computer screen displayed in front of you four while your fingers type away. Mayra glances at your focused expression before back at the screen. “Do you really think he’ll reply back? Critics don’t usually come to review a place for a second time, especially one they strongly advised against.”

“I don’t care,” you murmur, eyes not straying from the email you’re drafting out. “Out of the seven years we’ve been operating, we haven’t had a single bad review. And now, this entitled ass thinks just because he gets paid to eat and critic, he can ruin our reputation.”

Ren sighs, hand lifted to his forehead. “Y/N, it’s okay. One bad review doesn’t and won’t define us.”

“Besides, he’s known for being harsh, he does this to everyone,” Luke adds on.

“Even more of a reason for me to do this. I will not allow him to openly disrespect our hard work and dedication like this.”

The three around you give one another a knowing look, right before you click send on the email.

“Hello, Mr. Gojo.

My name is Y/N L/N, I’m the owner of Lovely Haven, a place you recently reviewed. After reading your honest review, I am extremely upset and apologetic for the food and service you received that day. That is not at all what we strive for, and again, I sincerely apologize.

If you would accept, I would like to set up a second visit for you. We are closed on this coming Friday, due to the holiday, but I’d love to personally serve you myself and answer any and all questions you may have regarding Lovely Haven and its history.

Please respond back as soon as you have a moment. Thank you again.

Kindly,

Y/N L/N”

“Hello, Ms. LN,

I appreciate you reaching out to me. I’ll come around 8am on Friday. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Gojo Satoru”

You;ve spent the better half of the past two hours setting up and making sure everything is perfect. You’ll be damned if you have a rerun of last time, especially on your watch. Your staff insisted you don’t handle this alone, urging for at least two cooks to be present. But you refused.

Lovely Haven is your business and creation, your heart. So in a way, you feel as if it’s your job as the owner to make this all right. If anyone can serve this man, it’s you.

You’re dressed formally, hair up (in case he tries to complain about hair in his food). Wearing a simple black dress, modest enough as it reaches your knees. It’s tight, but not too tight. You’re wearing small black heels to match, gold jewelry complimenting the attire.

The clock inches towards 8 and you, for some reason, find yourself feeling oddly nervous. Maybe it’s the anticipation or anxiousness for a second try. Your stomach curls, almost like you’re a lovestruck high schooler seeing her crush in the hallways. Sweaty handles fiddle together in front of you while your eyes dart from the watch on your wrist and the glass front doors.

Either this man had a penchant for being late, or you somehow mixed your days up and he’s not coming today. Dramatically, you check your phone and let out a sigh of relief when you see it’s Friday. Okay, good. Then he’s really just late.

Well, not exactly late. But he said he’d get here at 8, it’s 7:57. Usually people don’t get to places at the time they said, because if he came at 8 exactly, that is late. You should always show up at least five minutes before your estimated arrival time, at least that’s how you thought.

No, that’s how most normal, responsible adults thought.

Maybe he’s not normal. Can’t be if he gave you a one star and brutal review. He’s probably just trying to be different from the rest. And you hate people like that. Shitting on something that is actually good, whether it be a show or movie, simply because everyone else says it's good. And the fact that he’s known for his low reviews is even more infuriating.

There’s no way every place he visits is below three stars. It has to be his taste buds, they’re probably—

“Good morning.”

You snap your head up, completely lost in thought that you didn’t even notice, let alone hear the dreadful man walk in. Already not off to a good start. A smile finds its way on your face, hand held out, to which he shakes. “Good morning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gojo. I’m Y/N.”

He nods, a small smile reciprocated back. “I figured.”

Is it just you or did he tone sound almost condescending? And that smile on his face seems like he’s the type to think he knows it all.

Nope, don’t do that.

Pulling your hand away after what seems like a longer than usual handshake, you step aside and motion towards the array of tables. “Well, why don’t I show you to your table?”

“Yeah, why don’t you?” he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his slacks, raising a thin, white eyebrow as if to silently urge you to start walking. You hold back an eye twitch, turning around and walking to the area you set up specifically for him.

He’s following behind you as you walk, the heels of your shoes softy clanking against the ceramic tile. As you glance back, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes quickly raise up to meet yours. Like he was—

“I apologize for not being around last time, I was on vacation.” you say, cutting off your own train of thought that you won’t entertain.

“Ah, no worries. Where did you go?” His pace matches your own now, walking side by side as his arm barely brushes against your bare skin. “Somewhere nice?”

You chuckle lightly and nod. “Yes, I went to Bali. It was quite lovely. The people were very welcoming and the food was absolutely delicious.”

A hum. “Better than this place, I hope.”

That comment. God, that comment. And the fact that he’s hiding it behind his sickeningly sweet smile, a tilt to his voice like he’s joking but not actually joking. You’ll pray for the former. “I can assure you, Mr. Gojo, both residences of food are exquisite.”

You two get to the square table prepared for him. A crisp, white linen tablecloth across the surface, that creates a clean and elegant contrast that elevated the rustic charm. At the center, a simple yet striking centerpiece emerged—a small terracotta pot filled with fresh basil and rosemary, their vibrant green leaves offering a delightful aroma that whispered of Italian kitchens.

Polished silverware gleamed in the soft light, laid out neatly on either side, ready for the culinary delights to come. An elegant, crystal wine glass on the side. Cloth napkins, folded into intricate designs, rested atop his plate. The dual flickering candles in small glass holders cast a warm glow over the table, creating an intimate atmosphere that you hoped would help catch his eye.

Finally, a menu card that displayed the special dishes you had prepared just for him. You took the time out of your day to make this specifically for today, crafting your menu for a man who probably didn’t think twice about it was not on your 2024 bingo card.

He takes his seat as you stand in front of him, placing the menu closer to his reach. “Here we have a variety of our best sellers and limited editions. Just for you, Mr. Gojo.” Your smile gets a little harder to keep up as he lazily sits back in his seat, scanning the menu with his sharp, blue eyes.

“Interesting,” he observes, even flipping it over. He glances back up at you. “The stuffed arancini, is that good?”

“Delicious, sir.”

“Okay,” he looks back down at the menu. “Then I’ll get the Buffalo Cauliflower Bites for an appetizer, plus the Bruschetta Trio. Oh, and to drink, I want one of your craft mocktails.”

So he asks for your opinion, and doesn’t even order it. “Of course, Mr. Gojo.” You don’t write it down, having already committed his order to memory, due to years in the food industry. “I’ll get started on that right now.”

With one more smile, you turn around and head to the kitchen. As soon as the doors close, your face hardens with irritation. Walking around to grab the appropriate ingredients, grumbling to yourself curses. Sure you’ll make his food and smile at him, doesn't mean you won’t be a brat about it behind closed doors.

The minutes Gojo spends alone, he’s meticulously counting them down. Eyebrow raised as he eyes the kitchen doors and the arms of the small clock. Leg crossed over the other with his arm resting on top of the back of his chair that he;s currently tipping back and forth with the stability of his foot.

After about three minutes, you greet him with his mocktail, setting it down. “Here you go, sir.”

“Finally, I almost died of thirst, you know?” He huffs a small chuckle and he sips from the straw. You want to grimace as he swishes the liquid around his mouth, head tilting in dramatics. He’s acting like it’s mouthwash or something. As he swallows, you do your best not to focus on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

What do you think you’re doing? Checking him out right now, seriously?

“How is it?” Your voice raises a tad, either in nervousness or a way to calm your suddenly rapid beating heart.

“Not too bad, a little sour for me.” He comments, tongue coming out to lick across his bottom lip. “What’s in it?”

“Basil lemonade and berry spritz, Mr. Gojo.”

“Satoru,” he corrects you, eyes rolling while his hand waves around dismissively. “Stop calling me ‘sir’ and all that, makes me feel old. Besides, this is supposed to feel comfortable isn’t it? Don’t force yourself with the formalities.”

Well, that’s a small breath of relief. You simply nod. “Of course, Satoru. Then you may call me Y/N.”

“Was already gonna do that.”

“Right.”

A small pause follows, hands awkwardly fiddling behind his back. You didn’t even realize it before, but the way he stares feels really invading. Especially with how bright his eyes are, you’re starting to feel naked under his gaze. Like he can sense it, he grins boyishly. “The appetizers?”

You nod again, quicker this time, clearing your throat. “Yes, coming right up.”

And once more, you leave him be while you finish up his food. The bruschetta trio, a classic tomato and basil, roasted red pepper and feta, with wild mushroom and truffle oil topping, served on toasted artisan bread. This dish is loved among your regulars.

And the buffalo cauliflower bites which are spicy, crispy cauliflower tossed in buffalo sauce, served with a side of creamy blue cheese dressing. Perfect for customers with a higher spice tolerance, craving that explosive taste in their mouths.

Holding the two white, glass plates with ease, the doors push open by your back as you walk back over to him. “Bruschetta and the cauliflower, Satoru.”

He doesn’t waste time in taking small, careful bites of each platter. Humming in thought as he does this. It takes a couple minutes before he speaks, using the cloth to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “The mushroom is quite bland, the bread is too hard. And the blue cheese doesn’t go well with the bites.”

Each word is like a punch to your gut. He’s really just finding every little thing to pick at, isn’t he? Lips pursing, your eyebrows raise in faux consideration. “I see, I can remove the dressing for you, and I’ll serve you a softer piece of bread.”

Your hands reach out to take them away, just as his moves into frame. Your fingertips brush against the back of his hand. “No need to take them away, just stating facts.” His smile never seems to leave and each growing second, you feel more and more tempted to wipe it off his face. He gently pushes your hands away, interlacing his fingers together. “Do you expect replacements to suddenly wipe my memory clean? Why should I have to rely on you giving me a replica of what I ordered, when the original piece should’ve met my expectations?”

A little caught off guard by his sudden questioning, you gulp and clear your throat. “Well, if something is not up to par for my guests, it is my duty to replace that with something that is.”

“Sure, but I’m asking why it wasn’t perfect the first time.” He leisurely sips from his mocktail.

A small, but forced laugh leaves your lips. “We do try our best every single time, Satoru. Being perfect has proved hard when everyone has different tastes.”

“So you just give out generic food and hope for the best?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

Your brows begin to furrow at his nonchalance, lip barely quirking down into a frown. “I’m sorry, but our food is not generic. We serve with love and dedication.”

“Love,” he repeats in a mocking tone, picking at the bites with his fork. “This was made with love?”

He’s really getting on your nerves now. “Yes, it was. If you do not like it then I can remake—”

“I’ll take the balsamic glazed chicken,” he cuts you off. “With the alfredo fries. You’re talking about remakes, right? Then make those fries good this time. Thanks.”

You can’t help but stare down at him, the nerve he has is beyond rude. His demanding nature contrasts with your helping one. But, you stay resolute in your politeness, mumbling a small ‘of course’ before disappearing back into the kitchen.

It’s a disaster, truly.

A hard, long, infuriatingly annoying disaster.

Every platter crafted with delicacy and carefulness, he sets aside with calmness. Claiming how the littlest of little things was wrong or how it tasted bad. He even makes a couple snide comments about where you learned to cook from and they should be ashamed.

No matter what, however, he conceals his comments with those stupid laughs you’ve started to despise.

Like it’s funny to him how much you’re failing to please him.

Sweat threatens to trickle down your forehead, using a spare towel to dab at your face. Your hair has started to become a tad unkempt, having to constantly push stray pieces of hair out your face and even grabbing at your hair in frustration. This is probably your own fault for setting this all up, but never did you imagine it would turn out like this.

His table is filled with a variety of plates and dishes stacked unceremoniously on top of each other to make room for the next one.

Throughout it all, he watches your struggle in silent amusement. Everytime you turn around to stomp back into the kitchen, he gets a clear, nice view of the way the fabric of your dress tugs around your ass, legs sleek with whatever lotion you decided to put on.

Your perfume fills his nostrils as you come back to him, to which he feels more and more motivated to bring you down and just stuff his face into the crook of your neck. Or the middle of your plump thighs that have just been calling out to him like a siren.

Satoru would like to think he’s a man of self control, but you’re really pushing him, and you’re not even trying.

He’s being purposeful with his actions just to keep this entire visit long. Just so he can keep checking you out and biting his lip as he inhales your scent. Just so he can have the ample amount of time to force down the boner he has from under the table.

And well, because he’s really, really looking forward to dessert.

You breathe out a heavy breath, one of exhaustion as you present him with yet another platter. He laughs to himself as he takes a bite.

“Meh, too soggy.”

That’s it. “I’ve given you everything on the menu.”

“Oh, have you?” His head tilts innocently.

Your teeth grit. “Yes, I have.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. You really shouldn’t have had such a limited variation.”

“It’s not lim–”

“Dessert, right? That usually comes after the main course.”

“......yes. What would you like?” You’re forcing your words out by now, hands twitching as they threaten to grip his pretty throat.

Wait, pretty?

Jesus christ, can you stop thinking that right now?

“Hmmmm, let’s see here.” As his eyes scan over the desserts listed on the menu, a frown, or a pout, makes way onto his lips. You close your eyes for a second, counting from one to ten and back. “Is this it?”

“Yes.”

“I have to say,” he lowly whistles. “none of this looks very….appealing.” As he looks back up at you, there’s a small glint in his expression. One that almost causes you to shiver, for some reason.

Is he playing with you now?

“Nothing?” You ask, arms crossing over your chest. “All of that is what guests order the most.”

“Well, I’m not some regular schmegular guest, now am I?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s standing, one hand stuffed into his pocket while the other meekly points to you. “So, what do you say? You gonna give me something I actually want?”

A small huff escapes from your lips, now longer having the strength to hold back your irritation. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh cmon, don’t give me that.”

“Give you what?”

“That.” He juts his chin in the direction of your scowl. “Do you usually frown at your customers?”

“I frown at men who take my kindness for granted,” is your response, eyes narrowing. “Also, you have been nitpicking every single thing I’ve given you. You’ve been extremely rude about it.”

“Rude? Is honesty rude now? I thought you wanted my honesty.”

“There’s a stark difference between the two.”

“Really?” He leans closer, face teetering on the line of too close as his point finger just barely skims across your forearm. “Mind enlightening me?”

Your breath almost hitches, skin feeling all too warm. You peek down at his finger before back to his face, heart beating faster than normal. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like?” He counters.

“Like you’re trying to flirt with me.”

He barks out a laugh. “Trying? No honey, I am. Why, do you like it?”

“No, I don’t like being flirted with by rude and random men.” You reply, tilting your chin up. “Especially you, sir.”

His grin widens. “Cute. But you know what I don’t like?” As he steps closer, you’re forced to step back. “No dessert.”

His finger travels up your arm, your shoulder, then stops at your jawline, head tilting as his breath fans your cheek. “So, what else can I eat?”

This is stupid. So stupid. Dangerous. Idiotic. Out of character. Anything that means bad.

Is this really all for a good review by some asshat who takes joy out of making people's lives harder? Or are you actually enjoying it?

You feel disgusted at the situation, angered and infuriated that you’ve fallen into his trap. You want to curse out to whatever gods that may be watching and demand why you couldn’t hold back.

Either way, you’re not the only one who couldn’t hold back.

Your breath hitches, a broken string of whines leaving you as the flat of his tongue runs through your slippery folds. His hands on your thighs keep you grounded in place atop the table, because your hips keep twitching up in need of more friction.

You can’t even see his face as it’s so far buried into your wet pussy, practically stuffing his face with it. But god do you feel him. The tips of his hair tickle your inner thighs. His low moan reverberates through you, making you shiver and tingle with excitement.

“A—ahh….!” Your hand finds a place on his hair, pulling as your head tilts back with another moan. “F—fuck…”

His lips smile against your skin, pulling away for a second to look up at your blissed out expression. His face is coated in your juices and you haven’t even came yet. “Pretty good, might be the best thing I’ve had today.”

As he goes back to ravishing you, his tongue slips into your aching hole. Which causes your back to arch up, a higher pitched whine leaving you. “Tad salty, very sweet.”

His comments feel degrading almost. But with the way your thighs threaten to close around his head, pushing his face closer to your cunt, he has a feeling you like it.

It’s electrifying and confusing at the same time. You’ve never been one with hookup culture, you’re not a virgin either but this is on a totally different level. Here you are, letting him tongue fuck you in the middle of the empty restaurant in which you were supposed to be serving him.

Technically you are still serving him.

He urges your hips closer to the edge of the table, spitting harshly against you as he delves back into giving you the best eat of your life.

His tongue alternates between your hole and clit, giving both equal attention while his fingers knead the plush skin of your smooth thighs. Your toes curl in your heels and you feel so close.

You can practically taste it on your tongue, not even mindful anymore of the noises that you’re making. Too engrossed in the utter bliss of the way his mouth sucks and licks at your folds.

You don’t even know you’ve finished until he’s come back up, licking away your release that’s plastered to his pale skin. Left panting and staring up at the dangling lights that feel blinding.

What brings you back down to Earth is the soft clanking of metal. Your head whips down just as he’s unbuckling his pants, eyes blown wide. “W-what are you doing?”

He simply looks at you, shrugging with nonchalance as his belt comes undone, button and zipper next. “Gonna fuck your pussy, what else?”

You scramble to sit up, but he’s faster. Holding your legs open, leaning his face closer. “What? Don’t wanna?”

“I—I shouldn’t. I mean, we shouldn’t.”

“Pfft, why not?”

“Because this wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“But it has,” he tugs his slacks down, giving you full view of the raging boner nestled under his black boxers. His hand reaches to give himself a few strokes. “Haven’t been this hard in a long time.”

You feel your release ooze down onto the tablecloth, hole feeling empty as it clenches around air. All you can do is watch him jerk himself, gulping as you lick your lips. “This is….really wrong.”

Yet it feels so right.

His lips touch the side of your neck, kissing and sucking a small mark into your skin. You tilt your head for him, arm coming up to hold around his neck. Chest heaving up and down. “I’ll fuck you good, I promise.”

Your eyes are instantly drawn down to his leaking cock as he pulls it out. Long and thin veins decorating the length with pre-cum leaking out the head. Trimmed with a small white bush of pubic hair at his base. It looks pretty.

He huffs out a breathy laugh, titling your face up to him, lips meeting. His lips are soft and plush, melting into it. He keeps his hand on your nape so he can deepen the kiss, tongue invading your mouth like a snake.

Spit dribbles down the corners of your mouths. All the while he’s teasing your entrance with his cock.

“Ngh!” You pull away, face scrunching and mouth agape.

“Mm, like that?” His tip runs up and down your slit, smearing his pre into your folds and around them. The sight is lewd. “So wet, just from my tongue too. How many guys make you finish from just eating you out?”

Out of all the times he tries for a conversation, does right now have to be one? “N-none…”

He hums. “So I’m the only one? I like that.”

He finds your hole, just barely pushing in. Your nails claw at his shoulders, whimpering into his ear. “S-shit, just wait a second…”

“For what?” His voice is husky, brows pinched together. The warmth from your cunt practically enveloping him whole.

You croak out something unintelligible. For a few seconds, you two stay frozen like this. But that’s cut short as he slowly begins to slide deeper. “Shit, stop squeezin’ me.” He grunts.

All you can offer is a weak “I’m not” before being cut off by a breathy moan, one he replicates with you. He moves in deeper and deeper, until he’s finally buried to the hilt in your warm pussy. It’s big, bigger than you’ve ever taken. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

His fingers dig into your hips while your nails into his shoulders.

Practically feeling his cock twitch within you, you have to hold back squeezing around him even more. But it just feels too good not to. It makes you feel full.

As he begins to move, he’s whispering dirty praises into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Who knew you had such good pussy.”

“Look at you, sucking me in like a good little whore, huh?”

“Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had.”

Each word he emphasizes with a quicker thrust. The silverware clanks around you, some even falling to the ground. The table creaks and the cloth crumples up. “W-wait….slow…ngh!”

“No slow,’ he patronizingly laughs, his gaze darkened as he looks at you. “Going fast, you’re gonna take it too. ‘Cause you’re a desperate little thing, aren't you?”

You whine out, biting down hard on your lip you’re surprised you’re not drawing blood yet. He takes this as an invitation to devour your mouth once more. The kiss is harder this time, more sloppy. Seems sloppy is his thing.

Before you know it, he manhandles you to flip over, ass high in the air while his hand forces your back down into an arch. “Just like that. Stay still and I’ll let you cum again.”

With this new position, he’s able to hit spots you didn’t even know were there. All you have to hold on is the cloth of the table, balling them into your fists while he mercilessly pounds into your pussy from the back. His balls hit your clit in a repetitive motion that damn near causes you to see stars.

Noises and mumble words fall out your mouth like water, the side of your face being pushed down into the hard surface. His hand twirls and tangles in your hair before giving it a hard tug back.

“Mngh!”

With one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, it gives him all the reigns to perfectly fuck your squelching hole, pace unforgiving. And what’s he doing the whole time? Laughing. That asshole is laughing.

Either at your state or the fact that you fit so perfectly snug around his cock like a ring.

It’s like he’s moving on autopilot, just one thing on his mind. Fucking you like your his fleshlight he keeps in his room. “Maybe I should’ve come here sooner—fuck—could’ve had this pussy all to myself even sooner.”

He groans, head tilting back as a familiar sensation bubbles in his stomach. “Ah, god…fuck.”

“D-dont cum!” You half-heartedly shout, body trembling in preparation for your second release of the day.

“Hah?” he huffs out. “You tell a guy who’s fucking a pretty pussy he can’t come? You’re crazy.”

“Ah….hah…!” You mewl out, squeezing around him.

He curses under his breath, hips stuttering. A warm feeling erupts deep within your cunt, causing you to whine. It makes your whole body feel as if it’s on fire, thighs shaking. Your cum mixes with his own, dripping down the backs of your thighs in a disgusting manner. You’re left panting for air

He spends a good time watching it all happen, and as he pulls out, seeing your hole twitch and tremor around air almost starts to make him hard again. He leans over, hot air hitting the shell of your ear, his voice low and husky. “Up for more?”

Monday, 9am.

Incoming message from

Mayra:

Check your email, forwarded you something.

You groan tiredly, fingers fiddling with the bright screen of your phone. Clicking on the wrong app a couple times before opening your Gmail. You press on the email from Mayra, an attached link.

The link leads you to a familiar site, embarrassment painting your features as you read.

“After a rather lackluster first experience at 'Lovely Haven,' I was pleasantly surprised by my second visit. Walking into the restaurant felt like stepping into a cozy embrace, with the ambiance perfectly set to spark a little magic. The soft music and intimate lighting created an atmosphere that made everything feel just a little more exciting.

Let’s talk about the food. I started with the savory starter, which was a perfect balance of flavors. Each bite was a tantalizing tease that had me eagerly anticipating what was to come. Then came the main course, which was cooked to perfection and bursting with flavor. It had just the right amount of kick, leaving me wanting more and more.

I decided to try their special dessert this time, and let me tell you, it was absolutely divine. Each bite was a burst of flavors, rich and decadent, just how I like it. The way it melted on my tongue was nothing short of a culinary revelation. I might have lingered a little too long over that dish—can you blame me? It was like savoring a sweet secret that just kept getting better.

But let’s not forget about the service. The owner was not only charming but also incredibly attentive. There was a delightful chemistry between us that made the evening even more enjoyable. She made sure I was well taken care of, adding that special touch that turned a simple meal into something unforgettable.

If you’re looking for a place that offers more than just food—something that tantalizes the senses and leaves you feeling revitalized—I highly recommend giving 'Lovely Haven' a try. Just be prepared for some delicious surprises that might have you coming back for seconds (or thirds!). I certainly will!"

a/n: first smut piece kind of. if there's typos, pls overlook them, i was very tired and in heat. sorry if it's not very slhow burn :( but i hope you all enjoyed. thank you smmm <3

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rosenclaws · 5 months ago

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Different Side of the Track || 50's Greaser!Logan smut

summary: All your life your parents had created the perfect image of their daughter that you were forced to fit into but when you went off to college and came back with a degree they were nothing but ashamed. Claimed that it wasn't a ladies place to be educated like that. So why not ruin their good family image even more and sleep with the older hot and mysterious man with a motorcycle.

warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, fem!reader, breast play, doggy style, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, borderline abusive family, sexism, harassment from a group of assholes, violent Logan.

wc: 4.6k

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a/n: It's my birthday! So to celebrate I wrote this fic because I couldn't get the idea out of my head and god he's hot. Also I didn't really try to do proper 50's talk because I'm lazy and I cannot handle all the research jaldfk;s. This ended up a little angstier than normal, as my fics usually do lol. The ending isn't my favorite but I tried im sorry asdfjkl. Okay anyways I really hope you like it!

You truly hated this town. College was a breath of fresh air and while it wasn’t always easy, it was better than home. You got your degree, proudest day of your life. Even if your parents didn’t show up. Even if you had to smile in the picture by yourself, watching everyone else celebrate with their families. Your parents never understood your want to go to college.

You thought they’d be proud but if anything they were ashamed. They think that a woman pursuing higher education was unladylike. That a woman's place was to stay at home and take care of the kids. They were embarrassed of you, refused to acknowledge any of your achievements.

You wished you could have stayed in your college town but then you got the letter. Your grandmother had passed and you needed to come home. You were heartbroken. Your grandmother was the only one to support you, and helped you when you worked countless hours at the diner to pay for it. She celebrated when the acceptance letter came in and she gave you the biggest hug when you left.

Coming home was a no-brainer, needing to be here for her funeral but now you’re stuck at home with your parents and life is miserable. You were counting down the days until you could get out of here again. You spent as much time as you could out of the house.

Going to work, dreaming of another life. Doing literally anything you could to stay out and away from your parents. That’s how you found yourself here. Taking midnight shifts at the diner to stare at the man sitting at the counter.

Logan. It was sewed onto the patch on his jumpsuit. You don’t even know his last name but you do know that you want to know everything about him. He worked at the mechanic shop right across the street. He was dark, brooding, mysterious. He didn’t talk to anyone. Just ordered one black coffee and sat there with the paper. This was a small town and you had never seen or heard of him before.

“You’ll catch flies if you don’t shut your mouth there pumpkin.” You feel a hand on your jaw and you swat it away. Betty, your coworker was grinning like a madwoman. She was a sweet old lady who has worked at this diner for longer than you’ve been alive.

“Oh hush.” You look down at your order sheet. Sketches of your patrons fill the empty sheets. Mostly drawings of Logan.

“I don’t blame you sweetheart, he’s a dreamboat if I’ve ever seen one.” She sighs dreamily as she looks at him.

“Who is he?”

“Not sure, rolled into town one day. Plenty of rumors, though, say that he was an army guy. Some say that he’s running from the law.” You gasp at the idea.

He couldn’t be a convict could he? You’d never met anyone like that. Though, you feel yourself grow curious instead of fearful. Your whole life you lived in the perfect world. Perfect family with a lot of money and a perfect reputation to uphold. You got the perfect grades, had the perfect friends and still your life felt anything but perfect. You craved something more, needed it. You couldn’t live the rest of your life as someone's housewife. That wasn’t your dream.

“Looks like he needs a refill..” Betty nudges your arm and pushes you forward. You eye the apple pie sitting in the case and steal a slice. No better way to get a man to talk than give him pie right? Clearing your throat you head over and put on a smile.

“Hi Logan.” He looks up from the paper with his usual stony face. A beat passes and he doesn’t speak.

“This is for you, on the house.” You place the pie down in front of him. You shift nervously in your spot as you pour coffee into his cup. He’s never told you his name, does he think you’re a freak or something?

“It’s on your uniform, you know. Your name.” You wince at how horribly awkward this feels. He looks down.

“That supposed to be me?” He grunts out. You tilt your head in confusion before following his gaze. Your guest checks with drawings all over them. Drawings of Logan. You slam your hands down and stuff them in your pocket.

“No! I mean, yes but it’s nothing. Just drawings I. I’m sorry.” Logan just looks at you and you walk off in shame.

Mentally kicking yourself as you sulk back to the kitchen. Betty takes over serving him as you silently wait on the remaining people. By the time your shift is over your back aches and you’re still replaying that moment in your head.

“See you tomorrow Betty!” You say as you put on your coat.

“Hold on dear, this is for you.” She hands you a napkin and winks. Confused, you open it up to see messy handwriting.

Thanks for the pie doll

-Logan

Logan has come by every night since then. Ordering one black coffee and you sneak him whatever pie is left. Sometimes it’s apple, other days it’s pecan. Today’s pie is pumpkin. Just in time for the fall season. He’s still a man of few words but he’s always polite. Pays and says thank you with that handsome voice of his. You’ve gathered some information on him. Mostly from the town gossip.

The group of boys, greasers who would often come by and cause a ruckus, idolized him. He drove a motorcycle, fixed cars, and smoked like there was no tomorrow. In some weird way he’s become their parental figure. Not that he really gave a shit but he worked with them at the shop and he took care of them when he needed to. He strolled in again today. This time he looks at you and throws you a wink. It’s a little routine the two of you have now. Not much talking but it’s nice. You think you’ll be able to get him to open up soon enough.

“Thanks doll.” Logan says as he sits on the worn stool. You hand him his coffee and pie, already prepared just the way he likes it.

“So, do I get to know your last name yet?” He smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

“How about you fetch me a napkin first. Then I’ll think about it.” You roll your eyes playfully and he smiles. The door jingles and you hear the sound of obnoxious laughing. You look up to see the jerkiest looking boys you’ve ever seen. They wore letterman jackets that seemed too small and talked too loud.

One of the boys, a blonde guy who seemed vaguely familiar whistles at you. You hold back a scoff as you walk over to their table. They’re looking you up and down with a gaze that makes you shiver. Absolute jerks.

“Hey sweetheart, why don’t you be a good girl and get us some milkshakes.” You clench your jaw as you jot down their order.

It dawns on you that you know exactly who that guy is. David Scott. He was in your high school class. Quarterback, the popular guy every girl in school wanted, and the worst human being you’ve ever met. He was nothing but a no good bully. It seems fitting he’s never truly moved on from this town as he was dumber than a bag of rocks. Logan catches your eyes as you head back to the counter. Preparing their order and trying to tune out their annoyingly loud voices. Before you head back with their order you top off Logan’s coffee.

“You know drinking this much caffeine can’t be good for you.” You say.

“And yet you’re still serving me.” He shoots back. You shrug your shoulders and smile, he’s got you there.

“Hey! You done serving grandpa over there.” Logan growls and his grip tightens on his cup.

“Ignore them, they’re nothing but a bunch of idiots.” You say under your breath. You bring the tray of drink over and set them down.

“Anything else?” You ask through gritted teeth.

“Nope.” David whispers something to his friend before moving his hand and spilling his shake all over you and the floor. His friends burst out laughing and you bend down to clean up the mess. Counting down the seconds until they leave. You’re too focused on cleaning to hear David whisper to his friend.

“Watch this.” You hear the stool fall and suddenly you’re pushed to the ground.

“Get off me!” You turn around and see Logan holding David by the collar of his shirt. Teeth bared and a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Logan!” You scramble to your feet as he shoves David into the booth.

“Think you’re funny bub? You’re lucky she’s here or I’d beat you to a pulp.” He growls, eyeing his friends who are now cowering in fear. You stand stunned as Logan seems to command the room.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to scram or I’ll make good on my promise.” He rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit and grins. You’ve never seen a group of boys in so much panic.

“And don’t forget to pay.” Logan says with a smirk. They throw down more than enough money and bolt out the door.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” You say softly as Logan seems to calm down.

“Fuckin’ idiots.” He shakes his head and gently pushes you away from the mess.

“Broken glass doll, gotta be careful.” Silently the two of you clean up the mess, him scooping up the glass and you cleaning the table.

You watch carefully as he handles the glass, watching to make sure he doesn’t cut himself. You see a piece of glass slice his hand and you hurry to the back to get a band aid. However when you come back the cut is gone, maybe it was just strawberry? The clock strikes 4am and the new waitress comes through the door, relieving you of your duties. He waits for you to clock out and walks you out the door.

“Thank you again Logan.” He just shrugs and lights a cigarette.

“Let me walk you home.” He offers and you accept. The walk is silent as you head to your home. You eye his cigarette and he notices. He holds it out to you and you take it. Taking a puff and immediately coughing it back up. Logan chuckles as he takes it back.

“Never smoked before?” You shake your head and he just smiles. Figures.

You’re much too sweet to have done anything bad. Just looking at the houses around him he knows that you’re as high society as they come. When you reach your house Logan stands on the sidewalk, watching as you walk up the driveway. You look at your door and then turn around to hurry back to Logan. Leaning in you kiss his cheek and he almost drops his cigarette.

“Bye Logan.” You bite your lip as you slowly walk back. As you walk through the door you hear him call to you.

“Howlett, my last name is Howlett.”

Your sweet night with Logan turned sour the minute you woke up. Your parents were down at the breakfast table. Scowling with disappointed looks on their face. Oh great what else is new.

“You need to quit.” Your dad says and you laugh.

“What?”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for us to tell people you’re working at a diner? You come home smelling like smoke? It’s insulting the family!” Your mother hisses and you feel tears well up in your eyes. You knew they were cruel but to hear those words from your own mother. It hurt.

“I am an adult, I don’t have to listen to you anymore.”

“As long as you’re living here you do. Now go down and tell them or I will.” Your father stands and stares you down. You feel so fucking helpless. It’s true. You’re stuck here and the money you’ve saved up isn’t enough to get out of here just yet.

You storm out of the house, letting the tears fall once you’re out of their view. The walk to the diner is miserable. You don’t want to quit, you like your job. Tears fall as you tell your manager, apologizing and leaving with your tail tucked between your legs. You hated this. You longed to be free and now you’re trapped at home.

Sitting on a bench outside of the diner you let yourself cry. Not wanting your parents to see any sign of weakness from you.

“Hey, everything okay doll?” You look up and see a blurry Logan from your watery eyes. He’s got grease and oil on his face and suit. Wiping his hands with a rag. You shake your head and Logan sits next to you.

“My parents made me quit.” He scoffs in disbelief.

Oh Logan knows all about your father. He wasn’t sure until last night but once he saw your house he knew exactly who your family was. Flaunting their money and status to spit on those lower than them. He serviced your fathers car a few times. Adding pointless upgrades. On the bright side he charges him double and your father doesn’t even bat an eye.

“That’s bullshit.” Logan says angrily. You’ve told him about your life. How disrespectful your parents are. How stupid they can be, anyone should be proud of their daughter getting a degree but they think it’s shameful. You’re smart, pretty, a real perfect girl.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say in such a defeated tone.

“You can always spend time at my work, don’t know if it’s the kind of place you’re used to hanging around but-” He gets cut off as you lunge at him. Hugging him tightly as you seek comfort in his arms. He freezes but slowly places his arms around you. Your perfectly crisp and clean dress was now dirty by his hands but you don’t care.

“I owe you so much Logan, you’ve been a real life saver.” You don’t want to let go. He’s toned, even with the jumpsuit over him. He’s strong and his arms are so warm and welcoming.

“Don’t worry about it doll, can’t stand to see a pretty girl like you so upset.” You lean up and kiss his cheek again. He grins as you scoot closer to him. Suddenly he pushes you back. You’re confused until you see your father pulling up next to the diner. Oh god did he see anything?

“You quit?” He asks, glaring at the dirt on your dress.

“Yes. I quit.” You say unhappily but he doesn’t care. He shifts his eyes to Logan.

“What happened there?” He says accusingly, you know your father wouldn’t hesitate to threaten Logan despite Logan being much stronger. It’s the egotistical nature of him.

“She fell, I caught her.” Logan lies so easily. Your father hums and drops it to your relief.

“I need you to look at my car tomorrow, something’s wrong with the brakes.”

“Got it.” Logan says casually and you can see your father roll his eyes. He drives off leaving the two of you on the bench.

“Say, why don’t you come by with your father tomorrow. I’d be happy to show you a few things” Logan offers, a flirty tone to his voice.

He walks off before you can respond, needing to get back to work. You throw the idea around in your head as you head back home. There’s no denying that Logan is hot. Really hot. He’s everything your parents hate. Lower class, older, doesn’t care about their status. It would drive them insane if you started to hang around a guy like him.

Though you don’t want to just use him to get back at your parents. You really do like him. It’s a win win in your head. Smiling to yourself you already start to pick out your outfit for tomorrow.

Ready to cause a little chaos.

Your father didn’t understand why you wanted to come with him but you gave him so stupid excuse and he bought it. Your father pulled the car in and threw the keys at Logan. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but Logan does it for you. Despite Logan being much more knowledgeable about cars, your father still talks down to him. It’s rude and classist and you hate it.

“I’d like to stay, you know, make sure nothing goes wrong.” Your father scoffs but leaves you be.

“He’s real lucky I don’t punch his lights out.” Logan mutters as he pops the hood of his car.

“I’m really sorry, you don’t deserve that.” Logan shrugs. He’s used to it by this point.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about me.” He leans over and kisses your cheek.

He wipes off a seat for you to sit on and you watch him work. There’s something about the way he moves that’s just…attractive. His muscles strain in his jumpsuit, sweat drips down his face. And the noises, god the noises. The grunts when he moves something heavy. Then he does the unthinkable. He unzips his jumpsuit, taking off the top half and tying it around his waist. Leaving him in just a white tank top.

Now you really have a show. You don’t know how much time has passed and you don’t care. Slowly the garage empties as people head to lunch until it’s just you and Logan. Logan can feel your eyes on him. In fact he loves it. Your cute face is staring at him like a piece of meat. He can see you shift on the leather stool. He can smell how bad you want him. It’s desperate, almost pathetic how badly you want him. He stands up, making sure to flex his arms as he sets down the wrench.

“You alright doll, you look a little hot?” Logan feigns concern as he steps closer to you. Placing his hands on the workshop table. Caging you in.

“I’m okay.” You eye his chest shamelessly, eyes traveling down to the bulge in his suit.

“Yeah? I don’t know…” He slowly takes your sweater off. Leaving your arms bare and your cleavage on show for him.

“I’m not sweet doll, not gonna treat you like a good girl.” He growls in your ear and you whimper. Oh you need him bad.

“I’ll break a sweet thing like you, but something tells me you want that.” You grab his face and smash your lips to his. It’s messy and dirty, teeth knocking against each other as you fight for dominance. Logan slips his hands under your dress, lifting you up to the workbench and stepping in between your legs. Your hands are locked in his hair. Tugging hard as he deepens the kiss. He groans into your mouth. His hands rip your dress at the top. You gasp as his lips trail down your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses until he reaches your boobs.

“Fuck.” He squeezes your chest roughly, purring at the feeling of them in his hands.

“So cute.” He says with a wink as he leans down and bites your nipples roughly. He promised he wouldn’t be nice and he meant it. He shamelessly grinds his bulge against your wet panties.

“Dirty girl, letting a no good mechanic touch you like this. What would your daddy say hm?” He taunts as his hands move to slip up your dress. Pulling your panties down and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Who fucking cares?” You spit out as you grind your hips. Soaking his suit with how wet he’s made you.

“Oh, pretty girls got a mouth on her.”

“Just hurry up!” You whine as you slip your hands under his tank top.

Lifting it over his head so you could get the view of his muscular body. He unties his jumpsuit and yanks it down, letting his hard cock free. To your surprise he picks you up and brings you to your dads car.

“Turn around.” He lifts your dress up and bends you over the hood of the car. His hands run across your ass, squeezing and admiring the view as he slowly grinds his cock along it. The tip of his dick slides in and you moan.

“Yeah, feels good doesn’t it doll.” He says cockily as he renders you utterly speechless.

The stretch is unbelievably amazing as he bottoms out. You whine as you feel every vein, every twitch of his cock inside of you. He’s so big. Everything about him is big. His presence, his arms, his cock. He was just big. He barely gives you anytime to adjust before fucking hard into you. Your hands claw for anything to hold onto. The hood of the car is too slippery so Logan just pins your arms behind your back instead.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Logan huffs as he leans down to bite your ear. His pace is relentless. Pounding the words right out of you.

“Letting me fuck you on your daddies car.” He puff his chest out proudly. He’s tearing you apart on your asshole fathers car. Making you moan his name as he desecrates his car.

“Feels so good Logan. Oh god!” His cock hitting that perfect spot in you every time. Over and over. It’s unrelenting. You involuntarily shift your hips. The pleasure becomes overwhelming.

“Where are you going doll? I’m not done with you yet.” He lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, pulling you back on his cock with a bruising grip.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You beg wildly as you move your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Not planning on it.” He tilts his head back in pleasure as he pounds into you. He feels you clenching tightly around him. Your legs are quivering under him. There’s grease smudged all over your body, your face.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the windshield. You’re completely disheveled, hair a mess. Makeup smeared and clothes torn. You look absolutely filthy and you love it. You can see Logan’s abs flexing as he thrusts his hips. His hands run up your sides. Taking you by the shoulders to slam you back on his cock. A weak cry leaves your throat with every thrust. Finally you break. A desperate, strangled moan as your body quakes. Shaking and rocking you right to your core.

“That’s it doll, I’ve got you.” He leans down and nudges his nose into your neck. Kissing softly as his thrusts slow just for a moment. Letting you breathe. You’ve never felt more happy in your life.

Logan kisses the side of your head as his hips grow sloppy. Chasing his release and savoring the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. With a loud groan he pulls out and finishes on your ass. Your eyes close as your body feels like it's melting. You can barely stand. Logan wipes you down with a clean rag, loving how fucked you appear to be.

“I got you.” He gently picks you up and brings you to a bench. Laying his clean jacket over you as you will your legs to stop shaking.

“You alright?” He’s got a devilish grin on his face as he redresses himself. Somehow it’s like he’s back to normal while you’re wrecked.

“Perfect, oh my god you’re amazing.” You lean back into the bench and sigh happily.

“What the hell is going on here?!” You shoot up and see your father storming towards you angrily. You’re a mess and you don’t think Logan can lie his way out of this one. He’s angry. Really angry.

“You are nothing but a disappointment and you have been ever since you were born! A disgrace to the whole family! To the town! Doing such horrible things with the likes of him.” He snarls as he points at Logan. You’re stunned into silence.

“I have the right mind to never let you out of the house again you ungrateful little-”

Logan steps in front of him and he tries to hit Logan right in the face but fails miserably. You gasp as Logan pushes him against his car. You watch as boney claws shoot from his hands. Your father squirms in fear as the tips of his sharp claws grow closer to his neck.

“Shut the fuck up.” Logan growls.

“You’re a real fucking dick and a sorry excuse for a father. If I ever see you come near her again I’ll fucking kill you.” He lets go of your father and watches as he runs away. Yelling about mutant freaks. Logan turns back to you, a cold look settling on his face when he sees your face. Now you know his secret.

“You’re a mutant.” You say in awe. To his shock you reach out for him instead of running away.

“I am.” You admire the claws, how amazing.

“Beautiful.” His mouth gapes open as you pull him closer.

For once someone is looking at him like he’s normal, like he’s not a freak of nature. He longs for this but he knows your dad won’t go down quietly. He’ll tell the whole town.

“Look doll, you’re too good for this town. You’re too good for me.” He brushes your cheek softly.

“I can’t stay here anymore and you need to go home. Pretend you never met me. You’re a smart girl and you have a bright future ahead of you.” Logan takes his hand away and walks away.

“Logan!” You throw off his jacket, you're limping slightly but you refuse to let him go. He’s quick on his feet, already shedding his work clothes for his normal ones. A leather jacket thrown over his tank top. His motorcycle is out back. He’s got a backpack already packed and ready to go. Like he was waiting for this moment to happen.

“Take me with you!” You stand in front of his bike.

“What?” He asks in disbelief.

“Please, I hate this town. I have money saved. I can help but please don’t leave me.” You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

“I can’t live like this anymore, Logan. I’d give it all up to be with you”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“It’s not your choice. It’s mine so please, take me with you.” He wants to say no. To leave you here. It would break your heart and his but it’s what's best. But a part of him wants to be selfish. He could protect you, he could take care of you. But he fears you’d regret it eventually.

He’s overthinking and you can tell. You grab his jacket and kiss him gently. He groans as he slips his arms around you.

“Please.” You beg softly.

“I can’t promise you the life you’re used to.” He warns but his resolve is slipping.

“I don’t care.” He sighs and kisses you again. It’s becoming addicting. You’re completely addicting.

“Hop on doll,” He throws his leg over the bike and waits.

You waste no time jumping on behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist as he revs his motorcycle. You lean into him and smile. He stops so you could say goodbye to Betty and grab a bag of clothes. He waited at the door, a grin on his face as his claws were proudly shown off to your parents.

Then he drives. Away from your horrible family and the horrible town. Your future is uncertain but with Logan, you’re confident things will work out.

He’s all you need.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #logan howlett x you #wolverine smut

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metyouinthehallway · 2 months ago

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: smut but I think that’s it?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… makes sure you get home safe.

“Text me when you get home, m’kay?” He pulls you in for a hug, placing a chaste kiss to your hair. He knows damn well that a plethora of disgusting men walk in and out of those club doors every night. Some of them being much worse than others. Chris will wait all night long until he gets that ‘home safe’ text from you.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… will always have your dirty martini ready.

He knows that you love those martinis, each shift he works with you, he shows up just a few minutes early so he can make you that cocktail.

“Ready for a good shift?” He asks, handing you the glass. A small grin plastered on his lips. He knows those martinis are the highlight of your shift.

“So very ready.” you smile at Chris, biting the olive off of the toothpick. You glass sits behind the bar until you finish it through out your shift. Chris intently keeping an eye on it to ensure no customers try to slip something in your glass.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… takes you on dates but never makes you pay.

Whether it be a long drive or a simple dinner, Chris loves to spend time with you. The more you got to know each other during work, the more he realized he liked you. When he finally grew the balls to ask you out, the first place he took you was a local diner.

Chris opens the diner door for you, noticing your casual outfit, he’d rarely ever seen you outside of your theatrical and intricate lingerie. Seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt was refreshing, reminding him that you weren’t just your occupation.

Throughout the date, he’d ask you about your life outside of work, your hobbies, your interests. Even your family. Never once flipping the conversation on himself, he wants to know everything there is to know about you.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, seeing you reach for your wallet.

“I’m paying for my food…?” You look at him as if he should’ve known that but oh, silly you! There’s no way in hell he’s letting you pay for yourself.

“Put it away, pretty girl.” Chris chirps, placing his own card on the table.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… loves when you’re on top.

“O-oh…fuck.” Chris groans, letting his head fall back against the pillow. His fingers digging into your hips as you rock back and forth on his dick.

“Just like that…shit- pretty girl…” he struggles to form a complete sentence, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock is pure bliss to him.

Chris stares in awe as your tits bounce in front of his eyes, he’d take this over doggy any day.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… doesn’t admit your dating but sure does act like it.

“So… we’re together?” You giggle into his chest. The two of you lay in his bed, snuggled up against each other.

“How many times you gonna ask me that?” He snickers, despite his words, he pulls you impossibly closer to his body, running a hand up and down your arm.

“Until you admit it.” You mutter into his bare chest. You don’t just cuddle skin to skin with your coworkers…

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… can’t control himself.

The club had closed an hour ago and he couldn’t stop staring at you the entire night. The specific outfit you wore tonight was a lace bodysuit, it hugged your figure in all the right places and Chris was looking forward to fucking you in his car later tonight.

“Chris! S-shit…!” You squeal, his hips jackhammering into your pussy at an alarming rate. He looks down at where you’re connected, the base of his cock covered in a ring of white from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, feel you squeezin’ me so good…” he grunts, his thumb rubbing vigorous circles on your clit in the backseat of his car. The bartender didn’t slow his pace once. He needed to see you fucked dumb on his cock.

“Can’t… Oh! Oh, my god!” Your nails claw at his shoulder blades, back arching into his chest as you feel his tip hit your cervix. Your sounds only encourage him to quicken his pace, the car shaking violently as he does so.

“Looked so sexy t’night ma- fuck, you feel so good,” Chris praises, burying his head in your neck. “Want me to fill you up?” His breath tickles the skin on your neck when he speaks.

Shit, you loved when he fucked you like this.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: got a wee bit carried away with the last one I had to stop myself.

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mymindcreatedthis · 9 months ago

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Feel Full 18+

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Word count: 3,458

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Spsnking, Daddy kink, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Blow Job, Throatpie, Creampies, hair pulling, R doming Lena, Lena Receiving, Squirting, Back scratching, postions: Riding, Doggy, Missionary. Lena getting eaten out.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day. I wake up to my alarm blaring at 8:30 am. I roll over and turn off my alarm. Lena rolls over and wraps her arm around my waist.

"Mmm what time is it?" She asks in her sexy raspy morning voice.

"8:30 am. Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say.

"Mmm it's okay, I was in and out of sleep anyways." Lena says.

I smile and peck her lips. Me and Lena are best friends but are kind of friends with Benefits, Lena grabs my neck and pulls me back down kissing me deeply.

I smirk against her lips and make out with her kissing her back. I hum against her lips.

"Mm we have to get ready." I say. Lena cutely groans in annoyance, I giggle at her. I get up and go into the bathroom, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I come back into the room and bite my lip as I see the sight of a naked Lena in front of me getting dressed.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, Lena giggles and shake her ass a bit. "Mmm daddy see something she likes?" She asks seductively.

I nod and smirk. "Yeah such a sexy tight ass." I smirk, I squeeze her ass a bit and slap it.

"Hurry up babe. We gotta get ready and head down for breakfast." I say.

Lena nods, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and hair, we out our shoes on and walk down to breakfast hand in hand.

The team knew of our situation and shipped us. Hoping we would end up dating and telling us how we would make a really cute couple.

We get our food and join the girls. We had a game against Spain today, I put my AirPod in as I eat my food entering game mode.

We all finish breakfast and get on the bus, we leave and head to the stadium.

We get warmed up and start doing stretches, Spain was sending us glares as they walk onto the field.

The game starts, during the 20th minute I get the ball and dribble it up field, I nut meg Athena and Alexia and slam my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and flies into the back of the net making the score 1-0.

The girls all run over to me and we celebrate. Lena hugs me and pecks my cheek. "Nice goal baby."

I smile and blush a bit, we get back into our positions and continue the game. 60th minute rolls around I get the ball again and score a second time making the score 2-1.

The girls celebrate and hug me. Lena hugs me. "Do that four more times and I'll reward you later on."

Lena says lowering her hand and rubbing my bulge. I blush and quietly moan.

"W-we still need to win. Mmmm stop teasing." I pout.

Lena giggles, she pecks my lips and runs off heading back to her spot on the field.

We finish the game, I score the final goal. Making the score 6-4. Spain was doing good and made it a good game, I hug the Spain players and tell them good game and that they played very well.

As we are walking back to the locker rooms Lena smirks and grabs my ass.

"Nice goals baby. Your ass looks great in this kit." Lena nips my ear and squeezes my ass.

I blush and jump as she squeezes my ass.

"Oi love birds, get a room." Guilia shouts across the field to us.

We laugh and go to the locker room. We shower and get dressed and get on the bus. Me and Lena sit next to each other.

We get to the hotel and go to dinner, we eat. Me and Lena were trying to make plans on what to do the rest of the night. Little did I know what she had in store for me for when we get back to the room.

We finished diner, I click the button to the elevator. The elevator doors open me and Lena get in.

As soon s the elevator door close Lena pins me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I'm shocked at first but then start kissing back.

I moan as Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts. I slip my hand into her shorts and panties and run her clit, Lena moans in the kiss.

I break the kiss and start kissing and sucking on her neck leaving hickys. I slip a finger in and start to finger her slowly.

Lena gasps and moans as I slowly finger her. "Mmm fuck." She moans, she leans her head back I smirk against her skin as I suck in her neck.

I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster. Lena gasps and moans and cutely grabs my arm.

"Mm fuck fuck." She moans.

Lena’s walls clench around my fingers letting me know she's close. I smirk and click several floors wanting to help Lena finish on my fingers and give her the release she deserves.

"Fuck daddy I'm close." Lena moans.

I smirk, I rest my head against hers and look deep Into her eyes full of lust as I finger her faster.

Lena moans, her legs shake and buckle a bit as she cums fast and hard, her juices coat my fingers.

I smirk, I take my fingers out of her pussy, shorts and panties and hold them up to her mouth.

Lena sexily takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks her juices off my fingers. She moans as she tastes her self on my fingers. I bit my lip and watch her as she sucks her juices off my fingers.

"Mmm good girl. Such a slut for daddy." I say.

Lena smiles. "All for daddy."

The doors open and we get to our floor. I pick up Lena and carry her to our room, I fish the key card out of her back pocket. I unlock the door and open it. I carry her inside, I close the door behind me with my foot.

I reach behind and me and lock the door. I lay her on the bed and kiss her deeply.

Lena breaks the kiss and looks at me. She slips her hand up my shirt and drags her fingers along my abs. I moan and bite my lip, she knew this was a massive turn on for me.

"Too many clothes they need to come off." Lena says seductively.

Lena takes off my shirt and bra, she takes one of my boobs in her kith and starts sucking on my boob.

I moan loudly as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts as she continues to suck on my boobs.

"F-Fuck Lena don't tease." I moan.

I smirk and catch us off guard, I rub her pussy over her shorts. She moans, I playfully tug on the waistband of her shorts silently asking for permission.

Lena bites her lip and nods. I slip her shirt and bra off, then slide her shorts and panties off and toss them to the side. I kiss her neck and trail kisses down to her chest. I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans and runs her fingers through my hair as I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans loudly, I trail kisses from her chest down to her stomach and kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys.

I kiss down to her pussy and kiss her inner thigh and suck on her inner thighs leaving hickys. Lena moans, she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her clit, Lena gasps and moans as I lick her clit. I slide my tongue in her pussy and start eating Lena out.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure and rests her legs on my shoulders, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I spit on her pussy and continue to eat her out.

"Ooo fuck." Lena moans.

I smirk, I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster as I continue to eat her out.

Lena moans loudly, she squirts. Her juices coat my face. Her walls clench around my finger letting me know that she's close to cumming.

"Cum baby, cum for daddy." I say as I finger her faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck, I'm close daddy. I'm gonna cum.” Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Her legs spasms and shake on my shoulders as her juices coat my fingers and face as she cums. I help her ride out her high, once she comes down from her high I lick her up sticky mess.

"Mmm tasty." I come back up and kiss Lena, Lena moans in the kiss as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmm I can tell I can taste myself on your lips.” Lena giggles.

"Such a naughty girl." I smile and kiss her deeply. She giggles.

She flips us around, she was on top now and I was on the bottom. She kisses my chest and sucks on my boobs and plays with the other one.

I moan as she does this. She trails kisses down to my stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

Lena slides my shorts and boxers down my legs freeing my dick from its confinement. She tosses my boxers and shorts to the side littering them on the floor.

"Mmm so big." Lena says. She takes my dick In her hand and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. Once I'm hard she takes my length in her mouth.

I moan as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Lena chokes and gags a bit. She slowly bobs her head.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mm fuck just like that." I moan in pleasure.

Lena hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster, I moan in pleasure as she does this.

It's only been five minutes and I can already feel myself getting closer to busting my load in her mouth.

"Mmm fuck Lena baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my thighs steading herself and bobs her head faster and faster taking me deep in her throat.

"Guck guck guck." Spit and drool drip down her chin as she continues to suck the soul out of my dick.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Lena baby I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

I'm unable to want her in time. I moan loudly in pleasure and bust my load in her mouth, Lena chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Lena swallows my load and sucks me dry. She cleans up the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth. She smiles, she shows me a mouth full of cum. Some cum drips down her chin, she smiles and swallows my cum.

I moan coming down from my high. Me and Lena Switch, Lena lays down in missionary position.

I hover over her, I rub my tip through her folds. Lena moans as I do this.

"F-Fuck Y/n just put it in already." Lena moans getting impatient.

I nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her tight pussy. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her, her walls immediately clench around me.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Lena moans

"So tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Lena nods, she adjusts and takes another minute to adjust. "M-Move."

I slowly thrust in and out of her. Lena moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. This causes my dick to deeper inside her. Lena gasps and moans as she takes my length deep inside her pussy.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I thrust back and forth faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Lena looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes full of lust. "Mmm pump me full of your cum."

I pick up the pace and thrust faster and faster inside her. Lena’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Like that slut? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I question.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure. "Mm god yes I love it."

I continue to pound her pussy, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Lena digs her nails in my back and scratches my back.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Lena giggles and moans as I continue to pound her pussy faster and faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Lena moans.

I smirk and go faster and faster, Lena screams in pleasure and squirts like a fountain.

I continue to fuck her, I rest my head against hers as I continue to fuck her. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Me to daddy. Pump me full of your cum." Lena moans in pleasure.

I moan, I go faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep in her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to fill her up with my cum. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds and oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

"Mmm I want all that cum." Lena says seductively.

She lines my dick up with her pussy. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her tight pussy. Her walls immediately clench around me.

She moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. She slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lena slides up and down on my dick a bit faster. I moan, I reach up and massage her boobs as she continues to ride me.

"'Mm does that feel good daddy?" Lena moans as she continues to ride my dick.

"Mmm so good." I moan.

Lena rides my dick a bit faster, her ass slamming down on my dick when she brings it down. Lena moans and rocks her hips back and forth some.

"Ahh fuck toy feel so good deep inside me." Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my boobs and massages them roughly as she slides up and down on my dick faster and faster than before slamming her ass on my lap.

"Like that baby? My dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask seductively and moan as she continues riding me.

"Mmm fuck daddy. I love you stretching me out." Lena moans.

Lena continues to ride my dick, and picks up the pace going faster and harder than before.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt again." Lena moans.

Lena goes even faster, she moans loudly in pleasure and squirts an over my dick, lap and all over the sheets. Her legs shake and buckle a pleasure as she squirts.

"Ahh fuck." Lena moans.

God Lena really knows how to fuck someone fast and good. "Shit right there babe. Holy shit, that's so good."

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Lena moans and keeps going. Her juices drip and runs down my dick.

"Ahh I'm close baby." I moan.

"Me too, give me that cum." Lena moans.

She moans and goes faster, I feel myself getting extremely close to busting deep inside her.

Lena giggles. "Yeah? Is daddy close? You gonna pump my tight pussy full of cum?" Lena asks teasing me.

"Mmm I'm gonna drain my balls inside you." I moan.

Lena moans and goes faster and harder than before. Her tight walls clench around my massive 11 inches, I moan loudly in pleasure.

I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. Shit I'm gonna cum buckets deep inside her.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her.

I help Lena ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, Lena gets off my dick. Cum coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

she moves off me and moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Mmm stuff me with more of your cum daddy." She says shaking her ass.

I smirk and move behind her, I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. We both moan as my dick is back deep inside her.

"Ahh so tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and slides her ass back into me. I place my hand on her hip and reach up. I pull her hair with my other hand. I bite my lip and slowly thrust in and out of her pulling her hair as I fuck her from behind.

I smirk, I thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. "Mmm so fucking good." I moan.

"Mmm yes....Yes give me that cum." Lena moans.

She slides back and forth on my dick slamming her ass against me. We both moan as she goes faster and rougher.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Mmm yes just like that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan.

Lena giggles. "Mmm maybe we should keep going then."

We both moan as she goes faster and rougher than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Ah, babe....mmm get ready for my load." I moan.

Lena giggles and goes even faster and faster than before.

Creampie #3

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both as I continue to pump her full of cum. Lena moans loudly in pleasure as I cum deep inside her. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I fill her up.

I help her ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

"Mmm so much cum, I feel stuffed." Lena says.

"Mmm you know how to drain me love." I say.

We both lay next to each other on the bed. Lena cuddles up into me.

"Mmm should we sleep naked together the rest of camp?" Lena asks.

"Mmm yes, I'm 100% down." I say.

She giggles and kisses me. "Of course you are. Come on love let's go shower and get cleaned up."

She grabs my hand and drags me to the bathroom with her. I got something to look forward to all camp. We shower together and fall asleep in the same bed.

#my writing #lesbiansmut #wlw smut #smut poll #woso fanfics #woso smut #g!p reader #football #soccer #lena oberdorf

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4townie · 1 year ago

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 21 | part 22 | part 23

Marcel started giving his dad grabby hands.

“What?” Jesse looked at him in curiosity. “What is it?”

Marcel’s only answer was more grabby hands.

“Wait a second, you’re not going for my hair again, are you?” Jesse asked nervously.

Marcel shook his head and continued. Jesse gave in and leaned towards him, and Marcel grabbed his face and kissed him.

Jesse paused, his entire face now flushed. “EEEEEEEEEE!”

Selina opened the bathroom door. “Is everything alright in here, babe?”

“HE KISSED ME!” Jesse said with an extremely giddy grin.

“Hasn’t he done that before?” Selina smiled a bit.

“Well, yeah, but it was so cute!” Jesse squealed in an octave way above his normal voice. “Can Daddy have another kiss?”

Marcel obliged.

“OH MY GOD I THINK I’M GONNA DIE!”

“Marcel, quit being so cute. You’re going to give Daddy a heart attack.” Selina chuckled. She turned when she heard a knock on the door. “I’ll get that. You get him dry.”

“If it’s your brother, just shout the code word and I won’t come out.” Jesse said as he grabbed Marcel’s dinosaur towel. “I can’t handle scary older brother glares today.”

Selina giggled. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got your back.” She said before heading to the front door. She opened it and frowned. “You.”

“Hey, Lina.” Robaire waved awkwardly. “Long time no see.”

“I thought your new girl had you on a leash.” Selina crossed her arms. “Did you escape through the doggy door?”

Robaire hesitated. “I wanna say you’re being dramatic, but I did literally sneak out before she woke up this morning.”

“You also haven’t called me in weeks even though last time we spoke, you said you’d call me tomorrow.” Selina shot daggers at him. “Well, that was a lot of yesterdays ago, mister.”

Robaire hesitated nervously. “Jesse, please help!”

Jesse came out of the bathroom with Marcel (who had the cutest little towel hood uwu) and stood behind Selina. “Okay so helping you out would honor the bro code, but if I side with her, she’ll let me actually sleep in her bed tonight. And yes, it’s her bed, not our bed.”

“Oh c’mon.” Robaire groaned. “I came over today, didn’t I? Isn’t that enough?”

All three of them stared back at him, expressionless.

“Yeah, I’m gonna finish up with Squishy and probably put on a dry shirt. You two can sort this out on your own” Jesse removed himself from the situation. “Although I do suggest letting him in. The draft he’s bringing in is giving the baby goosebumps.”

“How am I letting in the draft?!” Robaire yelled.

“Oh so now all this is my fault?” Selina raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.” She tried shutting the door in his face.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Robaire pushed the door back and stepped inside. “Listen, I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately, but I’m really dedicated to Janelle right now. She gets a little jealous when I hang out with other people and I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“That sounds…odd.” Selina furrowed her brow. “Maybe she needs to be a little more secure and trust the relationship.”

“Well, it’s not her fault.” Robaire assured her. “Her last boyfriend used to lie and say he was going out with his guy friends, but he was really sleeping with a bunch of other girls behind her back. He really broke her heart.”

Selina sighed. “I think it’s sweet that you want to help her heal, but that’s her problem. She can’t seriously just expect you to cut off all contact with your friends as if she’s the only person in your life.”

“But I like to make her feel that way.” Robaire shrugged it off with a smile. “That’s why I made her coffee and breakfast before snuck out. I didn’t want her to think I was just running away.”

“Yeah but you—” Selina paused. “Oh honey…you can’t cook. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally poison her?”

Robaire was quiet for a moment. “Okay, well I didn’t actually make her breakfast, I ordered it from the diner around the corner, but that’ll be good enough, right?” He nodded.

“Aww, Baby Bear.” Selina looked him up and down. “It was nice knowing you.”

Robaire stared at her. “W-What?”

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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khande11 · 1 month ago

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Millie Winchester- Season 1

Dead in the Water- 1

Sam, Dean and Millie were in a diner investigating possible cases. Dean was circling obituaries in the newspaper, when an attractive waitress approached him.

"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress asked, making Dean look up at her with flirtatious grin around the pen he was chewing on.

"Just the check, please." Sam told her, coming back from the bathroom. Millie joined her brothers, sitting in between them with a doggy bag in her hand.

"Okay." The waitress smiled, leaving Dean to hang his head down in disappointment.

"You know, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean pointed at the waitress. "That's fun."

"You know, you are one humped leg away from being neutered?" Millie asked, while Dean gave her a sarcastic glare. Millie held up the doggy bag. "I got you some pie..."

Dean smiled, grabbing his pie and ruffling his sister's hair, then passed her the newspaper he had been circling. "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."

"A funeral?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."

"Closure? What a bunch of freaks." Millie retorted, sarcastically.

"What closure? People don't just disappear, Millie. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam huffed.

"Something you want to say to us?" Dean asked, defensively.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything."

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-"

"We're the ones that have been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes, while Dean got distracted by the waitress walking past.

"Hey," Millie whispered to Sam, "I know you want to find Dad, and I know you want to avenge Jessica. But right now, Dad's not giving us a lot to go on. So, for now, let's just do the right thing and save who we can along the way."

Sam sighed, but nodded. "All right, Lake Manitoc."

"Hey!" Millie piped up, trying to pull Dean's attention away from the waitress and back to the case.

"Huh?"

"How far?" Sam asked.

***************

The Impala arrived outside of the Carlton's house. Dean knocked on the door and a young man opened it.

"Will Carlton?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford." Dean introduced himself, before gesturing to Sam then Millie. "This is Agent Hamill and Agent Fisher. We're with the US Wildlife Service."

Will brought the 'agents' to the dock, where Bill Carlton was sat on a bench, looking out at the lake.

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?"

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub."

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Millie questioned.

"No, that's what I'm telling you."

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam asked.

"No, again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?"

"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?"

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean reassured him, as he and Millie headed back to the Impala, but Sam stayed put.

"What about your father?" Sam asked, causing Dean and Millie to turn back. "Can we talk to him?"

Will looked back at his dad then turned back to Sam. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean... he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand." Sam nodded, and they took their leave.

***************

The next stop the Winchesters made was to the Police Station.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff Jake queried.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."

"Like what?" The Sheriff led the 'agents' into his office. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."

"Yeah, right." Dean laughed, looking at his siblings.

"Will Carlton was traumatised, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though," Millie shook her head. "I mean, that's the third missing body this year."

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about."

"I know."

"Anyway... All this, it wont be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean said, pretending to know what he was talking about.

"It's falling apart," the Sheriff corrected. "and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that."

"Exactly."

A knock at the door caught their attention as a young woman came into the office.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asked, looking apologetically between the three agents who stood up. "I can come back later."

"Gentlemen, Ma'am, this is my daughter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean introduced himself, obviously finding the woman attractive.

"Andrea Barr. Hi."

"Hi."

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake."

"Oh." Andrea murmured, as a young boy poked out from behind her.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked, only for the boy to leave without a word while Andrea chased after him.

"His name is Lucas." The Sheriff answered.

"Is he okay?" Millie asked, as they watched Andrea passing crayons to Lucas in the other room.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have. Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?"

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south."

"Two- would you mind showing us?" Dean asked her, while Sam and Millie rolled their eyes at their brother's obvious flirting.

"You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble."

"I'm headed that way anyway. I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." Andrea smiled, turning to the Sheriff and then to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?"

"Thanks again." Sam thanked the Sheriff, as they followed Andrea out the door.

"So, cute kid." Dean complimented, while they walked down the street.

"Thanks."

"Kids are the best, huh?" Sam and Millie smirked at the floundering Dean, while Andrea just smiled and continued to lead them to the motel.

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks."

"Thanks."

"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Andrea mocked Dean, before heading off. Dean looked confused, while Sam and Millie were very amused. "Enjoy your stay!"

"'Kids are the best'?" Sam questioned, looking at a still speechless Dean. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids."

"Name three children that you even know." Millie challenged him, raising her eyebrow. Dean went to say something, but came up blank. Sam and Millie, knowing he wasn't going to be able to come up with anything, headed inside the motel.

"I'm thinking." Dean protested, following after them.

***************

"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam told his siblings, looking at his laptop while Dean unpacked and Millie checked through John's journal for any clues.

"Any before that?"

"Uh, yeah. Six more spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?"

"This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Millie asked, reading over Sam's shoulder.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" Dean questioned, pointing at one of the articles.

"Wasn't that Andrea's last name? You know? The woman who turned you down so fabulously." Millie grinned, to which Dean replied by shoving her.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May. Oh. Millie's right. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas' father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued."

"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all." Millie said, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought about what that boy went through.

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over."

***************

The Winchesters arrived at the park, looking for Andrea. They spotted her sitting on a bench, watching Lucas colour, and made their way over to her.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked.

"I'm here with my son."

"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" Dean smiled, heading to where Lucas was.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me."

"I don't think that's what this is about." Millie smiled, reassuringly at her. The three of them watched as Dean began to draw with Lucas, until he headed back towards them.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea explained.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry."

"What are the doctors saying?" Millie asked.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress."

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Millie said, sympathetically.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just... when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean reassured her.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish..." Andrea paused when she noticed Lucas walking over to the group with a drawing. "Hey, sweetie."

Lucas handed the drawing over to Dean. It was a picture of the Carlton house. "Thanks. Thanks, Lucas."

The group exchanged looks as Lucas headed back to his bench.

#supernatural #fanfic #millie winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #oc #winchester sister

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luveline · 2 years ago

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if you want, maybe roan is just like doodling around and stuff yk and she draws a typical like family pic but eddie notices that beside the both of them there’s another messily drawn figure and it’s the reader :( <3

HELL yeh ty baby ♡ fem!reader

Eddie's a good dad. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise, he's good at this shit, and if Roan wants to go get burgers every Friday he's gonna take her. His daughter deserves the world.

Including greasy, messy quarter pounders from Benny's diner.

"What's that one?" Eddie asks, pointing over Roan's half eaten plate with his pinky finger at her drawing, the table between them covered in crayons from her open pencil case.

"This? This'a doggy," she says, like it's obvious and he's the worst.

"I knew that," — he did not know that — "I meant want kind of doggy."

"Oh. That's our dal-dalm-damnation!"

Eddie grins at the idea of a dalmatian named damnation. Fucking sweet. "Dalmatian, babe." He wipes his fingers in a napkin so he can lean over and pick sesame seeds out of her hair and off of her little sweater. "I thought you wanted a St. Bernard. The rescue dogs with the medicine around their neck, you remember?"

She points at the dalmatian's side where she's drawn a cross in red crayon. "He is a rescue dog."

Eddie hums appreciatively and picks up his burger again. But the time he's finished Roan has moved onto a clean page. She sits there tap tap tapping her crayon against the corner.

"What do I draw?" she asks.

Eddie grabs his napkin. "You didn't give me a look at the first one!" he exclaims, stacking her plate on top of his.

Roan struggles. Her sketchbook is a simple plain workbook from Bradley's with thin paper, but the size of it is still heavy in her small hands. She turns back to the page she'd just been decorating and brandishes it against her chest proudly.

"Holy sugar, that's awesome," he praises, and means it. "Is that Princess Peony?"

"The damnation is saving her," Roan says.

"I can see that."

He reaches under the table for his backpack. Inside, he carries around all the bare essentials necessary for successful kid outings — spare clothes, Teddy the pink bear with one ear, a hair brush, hair ties, her rain mac. And, the most important thing, wet wipes.

"Alright, c'mere. Let me wipe that face."

Despite contrary instruction, Eddie walks around to sit on her side of the booth. He does hands first, then crayons caught in the crossfire, then her face. She hates it, but when she was a baby she loathed it. He takes her scowl as an improvement.

"Why don't you draw... Maybe, a new family portrait? We can put it on the fridge like the first one. You can even include your damnation, if you like."

"He isn't real, dad."

"Just draw what's real, then. Can I trust you while I go get drinks?"

She makes a haughty little face that he takes for an eye roll and leaves to get drinks, though he's not really leaving. He's about ten feet away from her at all times and he keeps his eye on her.

He only looks away for what can't be ten seconds, and she's gone. His heart skips as his eyes scour the diner.

"Dad?"

Eddie flinches, his coke tipping over the side and down his hand. "Oh, sh- sugar," he says, kissing his fingers dry. "Babe, you scared me."

Roan stands at his knee with her drawing in hand. She wields it up at him insistently.

"That's for me? Swap?" he asks, offering her a small glass of juice.

Roan takes the juice in one hand. Eddie quickly takes her drawing so she can use both hands, watching the pride as she shuffles carefully back to the table. She doesn't spill a drop.

Eddie shakes out the drawing and sips his coke. The edges are ragged along the top where she's torn it free.

Front and centre is Roan. She's drawn herself with big long eyelashes and a full head of curls, total dad-win, in a huge cloud of pink he assumes is her very best princess dress. To her left is Eddie, same head of curls, long lashes amiss but a huge smile on his face, and to Eddie's left is Wayne. He looks especially dapper, a coffee mug in hand.

It's a great likeness.

And then there's you.

Your hair, your favourite shirt. Roan has drawn you with lovely eyes and a heart next to your smile, messy but so obviously you.

He beams like a fool as he sits down next to her again. She's already turned to a new page in her blook.

"Roan, this is amazing. And... That's Y/N."

"Duh," she says.

"Duh," he repeats, dumbfounded.

He wonders what he's supposed to say here. Telling her you aren't part of their family wouldn't be true. Telling her you are might set a precedent you aren't ready for. He worries it over for a while and takes despondent swings of coke, listening to Roan scribbling furiously beside him.

"Done!"

Eddie looks down. He gawks.

"Baby, is that..."

She points with her crayon enthusiastically. "Tada!"

"It's a castle," Eddie says carefully.

"That's where a princess gets married."

"And that's..."

"That's Y/N!"

There you are. Smiling, a bouquet of blue, red and yellow flowers on bright green stalks in hand. A prince stands beside you in a suit with a bright red scribble across his chest like a sash. The prince also has long, curly hair.

"Where are you?" he asks.

Roan points at a purple blob with black hair in the background. "I'm the flower girl."

Eddie throws his arm over her small shoulders and drops a firm, smacking kiss against her round cheek. "That's where you're wrong, bub. You'd be right next to me, my best girl."

She giggles infectiously at him, his words and breath tickling her face.

"Dad, don't be stupid. It's s'posed to be a man with you."

"Make an exception? Just this once it can be a girl. Pretty please?"

She smiles at him. It's a much older expression than she should have, like she's entertaining his fantasy, like he's the kid. "Okay, dad. I will be the best girl."

Later, when he tells you the story, you get super indignant. His stomach turns to a pit as he worries he's overstepped, but you say, "How is that fair? I want her to be my best girl."

"Maid of honour."

"What's the difference? You got her all this time completely by yourself, and you're not gonna share her on our wedding day?" Your voice drifts off as you dissapear into the bathroom, though he can hear you muttering, "Ridiculous."

He hides his electric blush with a pillow over his face. When you return, you climb half on his chest and force the pillow away to dot spearmint kisses against his pinked cheeks.

more eddie and roan (and reader!)

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie and roan #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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petspeopletogether · 4 years ago

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Media, Pennsylvania: I am Hurb-elicious! We had to invent that word for me, Hurb, because my lovable combination of well-mannered and affectionate traits in my big lug of a huggable snuggle-bear body – is indescribably delicious! That is — Hurb-elicious!

It’s no surprise that several of my photos show me cuddling with people or blankets. I may be a sturdy 67 pounds, with the graying muzzle and poor eyesight and hearing of a guy who has been around the block a few times. But I express my sweet, appreciative emotions. I’m the opposite of the tough guy image.

In fact, I am downright inspiring. Cataracts impair my vision, so I see light and motion, and I am deaf. But these things don't hold me back from living my best life! I am fearless, independent and smart. I learned my way around my foster mom’s house. I go up and down the stairs on my own. When you enter a room, I can tell by sniff that you are there. I can see enough of your image to walk over to you for pets. I know when it's breakfast time and dinner time. I will wait in the kitchen around the same times each day for my food. Sometimes I sit like a human on the sofa to wait for dinner (I would fit right in with a group of patient seniors waiting outside the diner for the early bird special.)

I’m easy going. On sunny days, I will lay in the backyard for a long time with my favorite tennis ball. I will entertain myself with toys, especially chewing kong toys and bones. Though I’m age 9, I can play like a puppy when you like. But I don’t need to be entertained by you all the time. I love walks and being outside, especially in the nice weather. I enjoy car rides and behave well.

What more could you want? But there is more! My foster mom reports that I let her know when I need to potty. I will go to the door and bark a few times. How convenient is that?! I am not a fan of the rain, but I will still go out to potty before heading back inside (I’m not one of the prima donnas who refuse to do their business in bad weather.)

I've done great with other dogs, so I'd probably do well with the right doggy pal in my forever home. With my sweet disposition, the staff also think I'd likely be a great roommate for kids of any age!

While I love my foster home, I sure would love a family of my very own. So, if you think I sound like the pup of your dreams, please fill out the adoption profile at https://providenceac.org/pets/hurb/ and the Providence Animal Center Foster Coordinator will be in touch! My paws are crossed I will see you very soon!

XOXO – “Hurb-elicious” Hurb

P.S. Someone is so excited for me to find my fur-ever home, that they have sponsored my adoption fee! That means I can join your family today for FREE! Woohoo!!

#reblog me #adopt me #love me #shelter pet project #adopt pure love #adoptpurelove #shelter dogs #rescue dogs #dogs for adoption #pennsylvania #special needs pet #blind dogs #deaf dogs

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vinyls-and-valentines · 4 years ago

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Soft Kobra headcanons, mayhaps?

— Kobra anon

(If not, what mental illnesses/disabilities do your joys have?)

Going for the soft Kobra hcs, but:

they used to have a dog plushy as a kid and their dad made them a little cardboard dog house out of a box and Kobra was so excited about it and got Poison to help with decorations— it was just the best thing! Also, whenever their mum would tuck them into bed they'd always make sure she also gave the plushy a kiss goodnight to because it was such a good doggy and kept nightmares away;

the first time Kobra and Poison did something just between the two of them, it was Poison helping Kobra put on nail polish because they were having trouble with it and sure they could've asked Jet, but they knew it'd make Poison happy to help so they just let nim do their nails;

has a tendency to play with people's hair when they're distracted if said person has their head on their chest or in their lap. They partly blame it on Jet because they picked up (affectionately) messing other people's hair up from him and it "basically set [them] up for it, Star!"

they were very adamant in their head that everyone at the Diner had to add something to their mural. They just had to, okay? It just wouldn't have been completed otherwise!

he set up a shelf in the garage especially for the Girl's art with a little sting tied either side to put up drawings and then the selves themselves to keep her little like. Figurines and what not she makes from all sorts of stuff

#would've loved to answer that second question too but ironically my anxiety made this hard enough to write #answered #kobra anon #killjoys #danger days #kobra kid #character headcanons #killjoy headcanons #headcanon #ttlotfk

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jamesbarnesappreciationclub · 4 years ago

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Days Like This

Summary: Bucky relishes in his joyous life.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC! Kaiya Barnes

Word Count: 720

Warnings: Mentions childbirth, pure fluff!

Divider: @firefly-graphics

@jobean12-blog, I appreciate you looking this over.

@avintagekiss24, your knowledge is golden. Thank you.

A/N: Part of the upcoming series "Maggie's Diner."

DISCLAIMER: PICTURES FROM PINTEREST; I DON'T OWN THEM!

Children are a gift, a blessing. For Bucky, he always believed he wasn’t worthy of such happiness. Then, he entered “Maggie’s Diner,” laying eyes on someone who would flip his interpretation of happiness on its ear. Her name is Kaiya Nycole Bradley. A vision of loveliness. Radiant sun blinding smile, soft waves framing her face, glowing skin.

Bucky never envisioned himself attracted to such beauty. It never failed, the once suave lady’s man from the 40’s era rendered tongue tied whenever she spoke. A running joke around the diner was he and Kaiya would marry and have kids. Scoffing, Kaiya laughed ignoring her ridiculous friends.

Fate created a clear pathway 3 years in the making. The first date for Bucky and Kaiya. Sadly, racists felt obliged to lend their opinion regarding the ills of ‘dating outside of one’s race.’ They did not stand a chance against Kaiya’s fiery temper. He’d never witnessed venom from a woman, but damn did his best girl light those asses up. When it was all said and done, you could hear a pin drop in the restaurant. The exchange was met with applause and free dinner from the owner.

Fast forward 4 years from their first date. Mr. and Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes welcomed Trinity Neveah Barnes, 7 lbs.11 ozs., strong lungs. Bucky and Kaiya were overjoyed. Although Kaiya’s parents were no longer alive, she knew they were angels in heaven, looking down on her. They’d approve of Bucky, spoiling Trinity rotten.

Sounds of torture, now filled with hearty giggles. Trinity definitely had her daddy wrapped tight around her little fingers. Honestly, she had that effect on everyone. Kaiya didn’t acknowledge the pouting and temper tantrums. As a matter of fact, any punishment doled out came from her momma.

Relishing in the festivities of Trinity’s 3rd birthday party, Kaiya delivered a birthday surprise to her husband, Baby Barnes #2. As you could imagine, he was over the moon. Trinity, not so much.

“I don’t want a baby momma. Send it back!,” crossing her arms.

Chuckling, Kaiya explained to her unimpressed daughter, “Trini-bear, we can’t send the baby back. It’s simply not possible.”

Refusing to let it go, Trinity tilted her head “Why?”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kaiya sighed heavily. “Sweetie, listen. There’s no way we’re sending your sister or brother back. Drop it, please?”

“‘Kay momma. I sowwy. C’mon Peenix, we go play.” She and their dog, Phoenix climbed the stairs to her room.

Bucky gazed at his wife with puppy dog eyes. “Don’cha think you were a little hard on her doll?”

“You’re right. She’s just so stubborn.”

“Like her ma?”

Days like this, Bucky wouldn’t trade for the world. After 12 hours in labor, Tristan Najee Barnes, 8 lbs.,13 ozs cleared his healthy lungs, emitting a loud wail. With the cord cut, Kaiya attended to by the nurses, Tristan readied to meet his big sister.

Holding her daddy’s large hand, Trinity entered Kaiya’s hospital room to find her holding a baby. Bucky lifted her up on the bed.

Leaning forward, Trinity inspected the little bundle in her momma’s arms. “Is that my brudder?”

“Yes, big girl. This is Tristan. Would you like to say hello?”

“Hi Twistan, I’m Twinity, your big sister. We have a doggie named Peenix. He fun.”

Bucky beamed with pride watching his daughter interacting with her brother.

“Baby girl, ya wanna hold’em?”

“Uh huh.”

Carefully, Bucky laid Tristan in Trinity’s arms, instructing her how to hold him. Pulling out his phone, pictures were snapped.

“Twistan, it’s okay. You can stay. I pway wif you, 'kay?”

Bucky kissed Kaiya’s hand. “Doll, thank you for loving me.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, no thanks needed. It’s my genuine pleasure. We love you.”

Squirming, Tristan signaled his hunger. Bucky handed him to Kaiya. Trinity became fascinated as her brother nursed. “Wow, momma he gweedy.” Laughter filled the room.

Days like this are definitely what Bucky lives for. The love of his wife, daughter and now son. He walked through hell, exiting into a world never dreamed of... peace, love, unimaginable joy!

@jobean12-blog @marvelgirl7 @loricameback @samwilsons-pillowpecs @hiddles-rose @jewels2876 @pegasusdragontiger @buckysforeverprincess @eurynome827 @n00t-no0t

#Bucky Barnes x OFC Kaiya Barnes #Bucky x Kaiya #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #He deserves so much happiness #Bucky fluff

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missmitchieg · 3 years ago

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Gifts Of Love

7. Reggie To Julie - A Jacket For The Cold

"Hey, guys!"Julie called as she walked into the studio, immediately being greeted with a sweet chorus of "Hi, Julie!" back at her. "Dad's taking me, Carlos and Flynn to this cool diner called Fred 62-"

"Oh, Luke used to work there! That place is still around?" Reggie asked, excited to finally have something familiar back in his afterlife.

"Is it still 24 hours?" Luke asked curiously.

"Does it have plant based options?" Willie piped up.

"Are those sweet ladies that worked there when we were alive still there?" Alex asked.

"Woah, woah!" Julie laughed, holding her hands up. "Uh, yes, yes, yes and we will see." She answered quickly and smiled. "I mean, you guys are coming, right? Take advantage of the whole 'being visible and tangible all the time' thing?"

"We're in!" The boys all said in unison as Reggie pulled on his leather jacket and Luke slipped on his Vans.

"Sweet! I'll go tell them!" Julie nodded and scurried away to tell the group the boys were joining in today, leaving the boys to change if they wanted to and get into the car.

"Flynnie, I wanna sit next to you!" Reggie smiled and Flynn patted the spot next to them as Luke, Alex and Willie sat with Carlos and Julie.

"Tell me what you guys remember about the place!" Julie requested, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand and listening to every story the boys had about the diner. She smiled as they arrived at the diner and everyone piled out of the car.

"Wow, it's still the same green and everything!" Luke noticed as he shut the car door behind Julie and took her hand, walking inside with his family. The group sat at the counter and were immediately greeted by a little old lady named Gladys.

"Hey, darlin's! What can I get for you today?" She sweetly asked Ray before Luke caught her eye. "OH! Is that my sweet baby boy, Luke?" She cooed, patting his cheek.

"Hi, Gladys." Luke grinned in embarrassment, subtly kicking Reggie's foot as he snorted at him. "How you been, 'auntie'?"

"Well, I married my Stuart, and we adopted a little doggy named Biscuit, and we saved up enough for that car I wanted." Gladys smiled, gently shoving his shoulder. "But enough about me. What about you and your brothers! You disappeared years ago without a word, but you all look like you've barely aged!" She pointed out.

Luke shared a worried look with Julie and the boys at that, but quickly recovered, putting on a grin. "Oh, you know. Really good skin care routines." He lied smoothly and shrugged.

"You oughta let me in on that. I gotta look good for my man." Gladys told him, fluffing up her curls.

"Aww, but you're already gorgeous." Willie told her. "Besides, your man should love you no matter what you look like." They said, getting a smile and kiss on the cheek from Alex at that. "Oh, um, you already know Luke, Reggie and Alex. I'm Willie." They grinned and shook her hand.

"Flynn here!" Flynn saluted with a grin.

"Julie." Julie smiled politely.

"Ray."

"Carlos, The Ghost Toaster!"

"Subscribe to his YouTube channel. Tell your friends!" Reggie grinned.

Julie giggled and shook her head, shivering as she felt a chill down her spine.

"Are you cold?" Luke frowned, about to remove his vest to give to Julie before he realized it wouldn't do much without sleeves. "Uhh..."

"I got'cha, sis." Reggie shrugged his jacket off and draped it over Julie's shoulders.

"Thanks, Reg." Julie smiled appreciatively.

Luke sent a grateful smile over Julie's head toward Reggie as she pulled on his leather jacket and snuggled back into Luke's arms.

"Anytime!"

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex molina #reggie molina #willie #flynn taylor #ray molina #carlos molina #jatp fanfic

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bluepenguinstories · 3 years ago

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Remoras Full Chapter LV: Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Nemesis

It was still early in the day. Soup was nice, but it wasn’t what I would call ‘breakfast’. When I landed on the balcony of the chateau and entered the dim room, three of Tony’s henchmen sat on the floor playing cards. I couldn’t tell what game they were playing, and neither could they.

“Got any threes?” Boxxy, called such because he was built like a box, asked.

“Go fuck yourself,” replied Fozzy, refusing to show his cards.

“Uno!” Oney (whose favorite number was one and his favorite game was uno) cheered. His name also sounded like ‘honey’, which was probably why he and Fozzy were boyfriends.

“Sup?” I raised one hand and waved to them as my armor retracted, revealing my cozy turtleneck sweater.

All three of them perked up.

“Hey, it’s Nemesis!” They gestured over for me to join them in their game.

“C’mere, lemme give ya a noogie!” Fozzy balled his hand into a fist and chuckled. He really was a bear of a man, furry and large as they came. Probably gave great bear hugs as well.

I was about to join in the merriment, but the man to my right at his desk, in the corner of the room drenched in shadow opened his mouth.

“Did you do the deed?” The don, Tony Falsetto, asked as he turned in his swivel chair. He had an iguana in his lap and stroked that iguana’s beard. I heard a muffled purr, something I didn’t even know iguanas could do, but I wasn’t about to try to wrap my mind around that one.

“Yep. Fucked that guy’s wife just like you asked. I don’t know why he said she was so hard to satisfy, I didn’t have any trouble. But lemme tell ya, I sense a divorce coming along.”

Tony growled. Guess he didn’t like my joke. Everyone’s a critic.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Did you burn down the diner?”

As if.

“It was a roast, that’s for sure,” I shrugged.

“Good. They should be here in a couple hours. Go get yourself changed.”

“Changed?” I tilted my head. “Like turning a new leaf?”

“Eh…” He grunted, “there’s a tux and a pair of slacks on the desk. Go to the locker room and get changed.”

“What? Really? A tuxedo?” I balked.

“This is a formal event. I won’t be having someone on my payroll wear a tacky turtleneck sweater.”

“You’re so right,” I snapped my fingers and gave him a sharp smile, “I’ll go tux myself, then.”

I took the folded up clothes and walked off. He groaned and stewed in the perceived lack of seriousness I gave everything.

Cope with it.

“Hey Nemesis, how was that guy’s wife?” Fozzy nudged me as I passed him by. I turned and gave a chuckle.

“Please, call me Nemo. And let me tell ya, I’ve been told I’m quite the gentle lover. That said, a little bit of pain goes a long way.”

“Just get yourself changed!” Tony roared. I couldn’t help but cackle.

When it was all said and done, I returned to the room. My movements were stilted, I couldn’t stretch my legs too far or take wide strides. The collar of the tuxedo was so thin it seemed prime to suffocate me.

This is a different kind of pain than I’m used to.

I expected everyone on the floor, playing cards just like how I left them. I couldn’t have been gone that long. If I could take off a sports bra without lifting my shirt, changing into a tuxedo and slacks should have taken me like, a minute, tops.

Instead, everyone stood, including Tony.

“We’re going to the lounge to meet up with the don of the Tenor family,” Tony announced.

“Okay. Go. Don’t let me stop you,” I stepped to the side and ushered them away.

“When I say ‘we’, I mean you as well.”

“Oh, and here I thought you meant like a royal we.”

He made little doggy growl noises but of course I followed. Whatever I thought of the bastard was irrelevant; at the end of the day, it was a paid gig, and when it came to doing a job for a mafia family, I could do worse than protecting someone’s daughter.

When compared to the room I entered from, the lounge was much brighter. It had an ambient, fluorescent glow, with a sink, windows, and a microwave oven. On the large, navy blue rectangular table sat a box of donuts as well as a box of muffins.

“Are you hungry?” Tony asked.

“I actually stopped for some soup on the way here,” which wasn’t a lie. Just not something I had planned on.

“Bah. Soup’s not breakfast. Get yourself a donut,” he grumbled.

Who was I to argue with an argument like that? So of course, I took one of those donuts in the box. One without the holes. I wasn’t even sure why I chose the one I did and not one of the holed ones, as holes were the best. Regardless, I sat down at the leather sofa with my hole-less donut and opened my mouth wide. When I clamped down, I was shocked to find a sticky, fruity substance had made its way onto my face and across the taste buds in my mouth.

“What the…?” I gasped. What kind of flavor was that? Strawberry? Raspberry? Whatever flavor, it sure was a flavorful one. I could taste the acidic sweetness and something had awakened in me. I took another bite and noticed that some of the jelly filling had gotten onto my finger tips. So of course, I started to lick my fingers.

“Mm...oh my. My fingers taste delicious,” I couldn’t hold back my delight.

“Have you never had a jelly filled donut before?” Tony was unable to hold back his profound confusion.

“Never mind that,” I shook my head, “the only truth in this world is how good my fingers taste.”

“Well keep that to yourself.”

“More for me,” I shrugged, “got any more jelly ones?”

“Help yourself,” he grunted.

I was about to get up and do just that when the door to the lounge opened up. Another man, as well as two nondescript bald men with dark glasses, one quite pale, the other quite tanned, showed up. The man in front was scrawny, shorter than the two behind him, and had a curled mustache with a devious look about him. In other words, the face of a villain.

“Well, well, Tony. I couldn’t believe it when I heard who it was you hired, but lo and behold, here she is,” he announced with a series of slow claps.

My ears perked. He must have been referring to me, as there were no other ‘she’s’ in the room (to my knowledge). Still, I wasn’t about to give such a sniveling looking crook the time of day, so I kept my attention away from him.

“Your point, Jimby?” Tony asked.

“You haven’t heard? She took out the Treble family. Set their whole place ablaze.”

Tony stared my way, an eyebrow raised.

“Is that true?”

I wish I could take credit.

“Do I look like the kind of person who would burn down someone’s home?” I asked in response.

“Heh,” he chuckled, “good point.”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Jimby (I guess was his name) raised his hands into the air and paced about the room, “the great Goosewoman went from a hero to working with a group of villains.”

“I never considered myself a hero,” I growled while still refusing to look his way.

“Doesn’t matter. Most people who are declared heroes weren’t decided by the individual, but by the masses whose actions they affected.”

“All I wanted to do was fight those I considered wrong.”

I really ought to stop talking.

“Heh. Your actual name is much more intimidating than the alias you were using,” he continued, and like a fool, I continued to respond.

“The name was never important.”

“Maybe you’re right. So tell me, Nemesis: are you still angry after all those years?”

“Still angry,” I replied without a show of emotion.

“Good. Some things never change, do they?”

I made sure to stay silent on that. Not everything needed a response.

“I’m really surprised, Tony,” Jimby pivoted as he strolled over to the big man himself, “here I thought you would have checked into those you employ.”

“I’ve never been one to check women out,” Tony stated, “besides, she’s a good girl. She’s only here to protect my daughter. After that, she’s free.”

Gee, way to stick up for me, Tony. Wish you were more of a good guy, yourself, but I’ll be sure to remember that you have some good in you.

Jimby, on the other hand, coughed up a fit of laughter.

“Is this her way of atoning, I wonder? You couldn’t protect poor Gracie, so now you think you can protect little Heidi?” He glanced over to the side, right in my direction.

“I’m here to do my job. Anything else is conjecture on your part,” I replied in a low growl while my balled fists shook and I felt searing steam billowing within me.

Cool. Keep your cool.

“Very well. Just make sure you keep my son safe as well,” he waved off and after snatching a donut from the box (not to mention a jelly one, that fiend), swerved around and strolled toward the door, “after all, can’t have a marriage with only one person.”

He left the room and all I could do was crack a smile and turn to Tony.

“Permission to bash his brains in?” I asked.

“Permission denied. He’s the don of the Tenor family. In other words, the father of the groom, and soon he’ll be Heidi’s father-in-law.”

I huffed out a heavy sigh and smiled while shaking my head.

“Well he should mind his own business. How dare he know, or even claim to know anything about me?” I snarled.

“Are you okay?” He asked, some sort of mild sympathy, perhaps.

“Peachy,” I crossed my arms.

“Who’s Gracie?”

“Neither here nor there.”

“Hey, if you ever want to talk –”

“You want to talk, Tony?” I cut him off. “Sure, let’s talk. ‘How’s the weather?’ ‘Oh, a little cloudy, but a nice, sunny day. Perfect day for a wedding, wouldn’t you say?’ ‘Oh, yes. Perfect day for a wedding. I don’t see it raining.’ Good talk, huh?”

I got up and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a cautious worry in his voice.

“Taking a tour of the place. I need to know the layout to make sure everything’s safe, do I not?”

“You’re right. Ray and the others should be here soon, as well as a whole host of guests. It may be tricky to spot the danger once the crowd picks up.”

I shook my head.

“Such things shouldn’t matter,” I told him before leaving the room.

Ray

We all sat together in the back of Cybele’s plane. There was little time to waste; soon we would arrive. Our plan would need to be improvised part of the way, but certain things could be planned in advance.

Sunny sat next to the window, with me beside her. Tigershark had the row in front of us all to herself, something which she couldn’t help but gloat about.

“I can lay down if I want!” She roared and beat her chest.

“Yes, but please settle down,” I cautioned her, “you never know when there may be turbulence. Do keep your seatbelt on at all times. All that jazz.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied as she kicked about in her seat, “I just can’t sit still. We’re going to a big wedding! We’re going to do a –” “Shh. You never know when someone might hear,” again, I cautioned.

“Oh!” She covered her mouth with her hands. I let out a soft laugh.

“Of course, I think we’re fine for now. Just know that once we’re in, we’re going to have to act normal.”

“Good luck with that. Demetria’s with us,” Tigershark retorted.

“Hey! I can be normal! I’m more normal than a little kid like you!” Demetria pouted and stuck her tongue out at Tigershark.

“Yes, but what about mature?” She teased.

Demetria, who sat next to Remora, both of their legs spread wide as if a show of dominance or something, had their arms folded. She heard that, huffed, then looked away.

Remora was toward the window. Both her and Demetria were the most silent of us up until the point where Tigershark decided to go on the offensive.

“Ah. That reminds me. Remora,” I addressed her.

“Yes?” She perked up and jerked her head in my direction.

“We don’t know who’s in attendance. While it may end up not being a concern, there may be those who know of your other self. If they do, they may not take well to you.”

“It’s a wedding. What are they gonna do, break out into a fight?” She countered.

“It’s doubtful. But at the same time, even if there’s nothing to worry about when it comes to you, I’m tasking you with searching for any points of interest. Which means you’ll be away from the group. Are you okay with this?”

“If that’s what must be done, I trust your judgment.”

“Good. I’d also like you to wear a cap and maybe put your hair in a bun so it’s not showing through so much. Oh, and sunglasses couldn’t hurt.”

“One thing at a time. Please, Ray.”

“Of course, sorry,” I chuckled, “on that note: I think we should also go with an alias for you. I’ll let you pick, but no pun names.”

“Jeez. I feel like I’m being pun-ished.”

“I just want to keep things simple…” I sighed. That, and having a pun name could have given her away.

“Hm. Let’s try Francine.”

“May I be frank?”

“No, I already picked Francine.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“OK. What did you mean?”

“I always pictured you more as a Bridget.”

“Ooh. I could be Bridget Erabithia!”

“Is that some kind of pun?” Demetria turned and asked.

“It’s Bridge to Terabithia! It’s classic literature!”

“It’s children’s literature,” I corrected.

“It’s also classic literature. Just because a classic is for children doesn’t mean it’s less valuable than something like Crime and Punishment.”

“But is it more valuable than Pride and Prejudice?” I countered.

“Beats me,” Remora shrugged.

“Anyway, let’s stick with Francine.”

“Aww, fine. You win.”

You wanted to be Francine, anyway.

At least we got that out of the way. There were still a bit of technical details to work out. Sunny and I both wore a suit and tie (per Tony’s request. If I had my way, I would have been just as fine in a red dress), as was Remora.

“Jeez, this thing’s stuffy,” Sunny complained upon putting it on. To my surprise, Remora didn’t seem to take so much issue with it.

“I’m a bit cold in it, but I can move about just fine, so I don’t see an issue,” was her only comment.

Tigershark and Demetria were the odd ducklings out; Tigershark wore a striped shirt and overalls. Demetria had a purple hoodie on and a pair of skinny jeans. I didn’t see a reason why Tigershark had to wear a tuxedo (or a dress) if she didn’t want to. As for Demetria…

“I’m not about to follow a rule if I don’t see a reason to follow it. There’s a dress code? Well I’ll just have to crack that code,” I think she declared. If Tony took issue with it, he could die mad about it. We were what, five guests out of possibly hundreds?

But all it took to crash a party was one, maybe two guests? So in that sense, we were more than qualified to do so.

Still, like any good relationship, communication was key. To that end, we all had earpieces to communicate with. Quiet enough and noise-canceling so that outsiders could hear our conversations and small enough to avoid detection (approximately smaller than a single chocolate chip morsel).

There were, of course, things to consider, like how even the most mundane of conversations between us could be picked up. That, and when we wished to relay plans to one another, we would have to be discrete enough not to be heard. All intricacies that would have to be figured out as we went.

I really wish I had an idea of the layout. That would make this whole thing much more of a breeze. That, and Sunny’s a seasoned explorer, but knowing Tony, he won’t leave her nor I alone for a second. It really is a shame that much of the active stuff will have to be performed by the other three. But I have full confidence in them. We all need to be ready to adapt to whatever complications may come. Knowing how uncertain everything is...I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by the danger.

“Attention! Attention!” Cybele called through her speaker, “I’ve always wanted to say that!”

I chuckled. Good for her that she could find some enjoyment in this as well.

“We’re going to be arriving soon! Um, Ray?”

“Yes, Cybele?” I called.

“Where should I park? On the roof?”

“No. That would make too much of a ruckus. Besides, how would we get down?”

“With Stella!” Sunny declared. “She can be a rope ladder!”

“What’s Stella?” Tigershark turned around and sat up on her knees against the seat.

“Glad you asked, kiddo! It’s my bracelet! It can turn into a rope and a whip and a…”

“Let’s just park off to the side somewhere! I’d like us to get out on the ground, thank you very much!” I called.

“Got it, chief!” Cybele replied.

“Hun,” groaned Sunny with puffed up cheeks, “huuuuun...you’re ruining my fun.”

“Trust me, sun of my life, it’s not just your fun I’m ruining.”

Sunny

Looks like we got the golden treatment: bouncers at the front door (or security guards, if you were feeling less flowery) and patches of plants lined up, little trees in a row beside those pillars of plants shaped like dinosaurs. Truly a treat for the eyes, as well as for allergies.

But that’s spring, isn’t it? The loveliest time of the year. Just after the coldest and before the hottest. When it could rain, or it could stay bright, but either way, it was a delight.

“Greetings,” Ray approached the bouncers.

“Name?” One of them grunted in his big gruff security voice.

“Ray Sunshine and Co. Or ‘Ray Sunshine and family’. Either one’s probably it. Or just Ray Sunshine. Go ahead, look,” my dearest (who wouldn’t let us climb down Stella) informed the guard.

He, with his soft, silky exterior and large, bulky build, shuffled through a stack of papers until he got to the second to last page.

“Ah. There you are. Ray and family. Huh,” he looked behind my husband and I to see the other three, “interesting family you got.”

“Thank you. I am in the service of interesting,” Ray stepped back and took a bow. Such a gesture inspired me to be polite as well.

“Hey bud, what’s your name?” I asked the bouncer.

“Benny,” he replied with a startle, as if not expecting anyone to ever ask him such a question.

“Do you like the jets by any chance?”

“What is that? A band? A sports team?”

“Like Benny and the jets! You know, Elton John?”

His gruff frowning demeanor turned to a goofy wide grin.

“Oh hell yes! I love Elton John! How did you know?”

“Just had a hunch,” I chuckled and scratched the back of my head.

“I even have a toilet seat with a picture of his face on the cover! I call it the Elton John!”

“Heh. Stay classy, Benny,” I held out my hand and he shook it.

“Thanks, um?”

“Sunny. Sunny Reyes. If it tickles your fancy.”

“You like Elton John too, Sunny?” He asked.

“Oh, no. I’m more into Sisters of Mercy. I just wanted to make small talk!”

His goofy grin lowered back into a neutral expression.

“Right. Well. Anyway, enjoy the wedding,” his tone turned flat.

We ushered ourselves in and found our way into the lobby. What we found were many folks in black suits, black dresses, black ties.

You’d think this was a funeral and not a wedding. On that note, you’re telling me there are people here not wearing tuxedos? Oh well, it doesn’t feel that bad to wear, so I won’t raise a stink. Still, look at those frilly dresses! What the fuck? I could have seen Ray in one of those!

“Are you going to mingle with everyone we meet?” Demetria grumbled from behind me.

“If the situation calls for it,” I replied.

“And when would the situation call for it?”

“Now, now. A little bit of friendliness goes a long way.”

“Sunny’s right, Demetria,” Ray, right beside me, told greenie.

“Of course I am!” I had my hands on my hips and boasted. I stood there, all proud, and the others walked past me.

“I can’t wait to eat wedding snacks!” Tigershark ran off into the crowd.

“Did you eat this morning, Dem?” Remora asked.

“Yeah. I had oatmeal,” Demetria answered.

“Good. Eating is important.”

“Um. Thanks for asking,” Demetria turned tail and ran off into the crowd as well.

Remora stood and looked to her left, then her right, “well, guess I’m off to be a loner,” she took a turn to the right and disappeared into the shadows of a nearby hallway.

Seeing as everyone had gone their separate ways, I slouched down.

“I knew we’d split up, but I didn’t think it would be so soon!” I whined. Just as I did so, I felt a series of pats upon my back.

“There, there. You still got me,” Ray stood beside me. “Now, let’s have a good time.”

As we took our march to blend ourselves into the crowd, we stopped and noticed a display:

“Wedding ceremony at 11:00 AM.”

Ray and I turned to each other and nodded. It was 10:30 AM at the moment. Didn’t leave us a lot of time, but just like country folks, we’d have to make do.

Tigershark

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Going back and forth between grandma’s and Ray’s each week had been a thing for a few weeks now, so even if it wasn’t the first time back with them, it still felt new. Not to mention how long it had been since we last did something as a group. What was it? Oh yeah. Fighting underground against an evil guy.

Lots of things happened and also not much. A lot of things were learned but some things it made me dizzy keeping up. And...it all still felt heavy. Like carrying something bigger than me. I was strong! I could probably do that! I could probably carry something twice my weight! So...what was it that I thought I was carrying?

None of that mattered and what was more important was the fact that I could fit black olives on each of my fingers (except for my thumb).

“Look! I’m an alien!” I turned back and had my hands out as if they were claws.

No one I wanted to show was there. Wasn’t sure who I wanted to show, but they weren’t there to see it.

I closed my eyes and nodded. Things like that couldn’t be helped. In times like these, all that was left to do was...eat the olives.

“Nom!” I declared, then ate each one from each finger. After they were gone, I checked the table with lots of other yummy goodies. Carrots and ranch dressing and little grape tomatoes. Oh, and cheese and crackers! Lots of cheeses and crackers I couldn’t even name.

I grabbed handfuls of whatever I could and shoved them into my mouth.

“What are you, a chipmunk?” A familiar voice asked right beside me. I turned and saw Demetria, leaned up against the punch bowl.

“Careful! You’ll spill it and get it all over you!”

She just shrugged and said, “eh, so I’d be a little fruity.”

“What are you doing over here, anyway? I thought you ran off.”

“O-Only because Remora asked me if I ate this morning,” she shuffled her feet. That whole excuse was too confusing. So? Having breakfast is important! And if she needed a reminder, that probably meant that she didn’t eat breakfast that often. Which is bad!

“Isn’t that a normal thing to ask?”

“Yeah! But it just surprised me! I mean...it made me feel things.”

“What? The feeling of shame?”

“No! You wouldn’t get it!”

She may have been small, but she was still an adult, and that was one of those annoying things adults liked to say. “You wouldn’t get it, you’re just a kid.” Blah, blah, blah. There really was no point in arguing. Especially when in this case, she was right.

“You’re right. I don’t get it,” I told her then started to walk off. In what direction, I didn’t know.

“Wait! Can I stick with you? I don’t know what to do right now and weddings are kind of boring in general.”

“Yeah, but the food is nice.”

“True,” she agreed while grabbing a handful of peanuts, “glad I don’t have any nut allergies.”

We both wandered around and shoved through the crowd. I’m sure we would have stumbled onto something fun sooner or later, but we then heard something in our ears.

“Yeah, our daughters Tigershark and Demetria are around here somewhere. They’re pretty excited about seeing the wedding ceremony,” came the smooth and heavy voice of Ray.

We aren’t really. At least Demetria doesn’t seem to be.

But it was Demetria who tapped on my shoulder.

“You know what this means, right?” She asked.

“It means Ray’s telling lies,” I told her right back.

“No. Well, yes. But also...we should watch this wedding.”

We walked over to this...what seemed like a dapper emperor penguin man with a big top hat and a single glass glasses thing on one of his eyes.

“Excuse me. What time is the wedding?” Demetria asked.

“Oh, in about twenty minutes. Though it could be longer depending on how the bride and groom are feeling,” he answered in a thick butler voice.

“Thanks.”

When we walked away from that weird rich looking guy, Demetria turned back to me.

“Come on. Let’s see if we can get some early seating at the chapel,” she looked around.

“What will we do then?”

“Beats me,” she shrugged, “I’m just assuming it will become clear once it starts.”

If there was one thing I had to say about Demetria, it was that she could be smart about some things.

Nemesis

My tie was too tight. There was no getting around such a fact.

“Hey Nemesis. Do you read me?” The crackling voice of Oney came through the pager Tony had clipped onto the slacks.

“Yeah. Sorry about losing my cool back there,” I picked up the pager and spoke into it.

“Aw, no worries. Most of us don’t like Jimby Tenor either.”

“Heh. I can see why. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Tony wants us to stay in the security room.”

What a drag. How am I supposed to patrol if I’m stuck in a small room with a bunch of monitors?

“Got it. I’ll be right there.”

The security room wasn’t far. It wasn’t a control room, and there wasn’t really much to do besides huddle together and watch various areas of the chateau on the many monitors. I struggle to even call it a room, as it was more akin to a closet space. It really was a miracle we could all fit in there.

When I entered the room, everyone was on the floor. Tony against the wall to my left. Against the wall to my right were the multitude of monitors. Sat next to them were the three henchmen I knew by name.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked.

“Like a granny smith apple,” I answered, then sat behind the three henchmen.

“Good. We need to remain vigilant. Assassins could show up at any moment, and we can’t be everywhere to see them.”

Boy, was I lucky I didn’t have a drink in hand.

“Pfft. What? Assassins?” I spat. “You really think those exist?” Before he answered, a series of pounds came upon the door.

“DAAADDY!” Wailed what sounded like a spoiled princess. In other words, Heidi Falsetto. She had what many would call ‘strawberry blonde’ hair set in multiple buns. Not me. I didn’t call her hair color that. But many did. She also had a multitude of freckles which to an untrained eye, some may have seen them as acne. Then there was the wedding dress, which she already wore: a silk design with the pattern of a spider web which made it seem less like she wore a dress and more like she was a fly caught in a trap. All in all, not a bad look. Heidi barged in without another word and stopped dead in her tracks once she saw me.

“Sup Princess?” I greeted.

“KDKLSJFSKJ – HI!” She blurted gibberish out of her mouth, noises I didn’t even know a human could make. She then turned to Tony, “daddy! You made sure the DJ plays my song, right?”

“Yes, my dear Heidi,” he assured, “though I don’t understand your choice. ‘You Can’t See Me’ by someone named John Ce –” “It’s CONTEMPORARY music, DADDY! It’s high art!” She protested.

“Yes, yes, if that’s what you want...it just doesn’t seem like a wedding song to me.”

“It’s the perfect wedding song!”

“Whatever you say, dear. Now, that Prince fella, he’s got the perfect song. ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’. A true classic.”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s dreamy. But what about me?”

“You’re the perfect person, he’s the perfect taste in wedding tunes. That work?”

“Yes! A million times yes!”

I yawned. Father-daughter relationships. Wish I could say I knew what that was like.

“By the way, have you seen Prince anywhere? I hope he’s put on the perfect wedding tux!”

“Can’t say I have, dear,” Tony replied.

“Hun. We’re all wearing a wedding tux here. It’d be more impressive if he showed up in a fursuit,” I mentioned offhand.

“Please don’t give my dear Heidi any ideas,” Tony warned.

“NO! That’s great, daddy! He could wear a cow costume! He’d have the best milkers, don’t you think?”

Tony sighed and gave me a look like, ‘see what you did?’

“Will you be happy enough if he shows up in his tuxedo?” Tony pleaded.

“Yes,” she sighed, “I know. It’s too late to change now. But next wedding!”

“Next wedding? Are you planning a divorce?”

“No! But who says you have to only have one wedding? We can have many!”

“Yes dear,” Tony sighed. It gave me the impression that this one was trouble enough.

“Better watch out for the annual wedding assassins, too,” I joked.

The room fell silent.

“I wouldn’t joke about that,” Heidi said plainly, “I was almost murdered by one when I was a little girl. They broke in through the window and tried to cut my throat, but daddy’s guys shot him.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay! I’m a big girl now and I know you’re strong!” She scratched the back of my head.

But is it enough to be strong?

“Anyway! I’m off to recite my vows! Later, Nemesis!”

“Later,” I gave a short wave.

When she departed, I lowered my head.

“Sorry about that,” I spoke.

“You couldn’t have known. Do take these things seriously, though,” he reminded me, then walked to the door, “I’m going to get some coffee. I’ll be right back.”

Soon Tony left as well. He could have said, ‘you of all people should know better’ but he didn’t. Either because he didn’t have to, or he knew restraint.

We watched the monitors and the different sections of the chateau it covered. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. In the dining area, I could see a whole crowd of people. There were two smaller folks conversing. One, a child, the other…

Oh. A familiar face, I couldn’t help but smile. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

As annoying and as much of a waste of my time as she had been, meeting Demetria last spring was still a memorable experience.

And like it or not, that you confirmed you knew Remora was more helpful than you realize.

Then, something clicked. Something which should have been so obvious: Proserpina mentioned Remora going to a wedding. Here I thought she wouldn’t dare show her face in somewhere public, but could it be that she was here as well?

Remora. Wedding. Assassin. Heidi, I recited in my head. Let’s hope she wasn’t planning on tearing apart yet another family.

Remora

Everyone was probably having fun without me. Which, I didn’t mind. I was a boring person, weddings weren’t really my thing. People weren’t really my thing. But going through such vast halls sure was a lonely experience.

Not only that, but being discrete meant I had to keep myself away from the food and drinks. Yes, I had some pancakes for breakfast, but that wasn’t nearly enough. On top of that, I was thirsty.

As if I had found a holy grail, situated in the vast and empty hallway was none other than a vending machine. It looked out of place in the nauseating and checkered floor, with its flashy light display.

I should have some pocket change, I thought as I darted over to the vending machine.

My immediate choice would have had to be the club soda, because we were in a club and soda was fancy. So after putting in a few quarters, I entered the code.

While I’m out here, I should look for any hidden rooms. The stashed money’s probably tucked away.

After pushing the button for my choice, the little spiral spun back and the can of soda was closer and closer to the glass until…

It just stopped. I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t fall or anything. It just stopped.

I tried kicking the vending machine and a candy bar fell down, but damn it, I didn’t want a candy bar, I wanted soda!

I shook it for good measure and I wasn’t even lucky enough to get another candy bar down. I tried shaking it some more. Still nothing. Now, such efforts may have seemed futile, and if I had felt any emotion toward getting that soda, I would have been far more aggressive, but it should be noted that I’ve heard of people beating up vending machines to get stuff from it before. Where I heard that, I couldn’t remember, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was quenching my thirst.

“Easy, there, lady,” came the voice of a soft-spoken young man. I turned to see some dainty figure, tan leather pants, a bright purple tuxedo, and a dandelion hanging out of their lapel. He had combed, blonde hair, and long, fluttering lashes.

“Let me help you with that. These things can be quite troublesome,” he approached the vending machine, to which I stepped away and watched. He slipped in one quarter with a hole in it, tied to a string, then yanked the quarter back out. Lo and behold, my soda dropped. He leaned down and picked it up, then handed it to me.

“Thanks. I don’t really care for men, but you were okay in this instance,” I relayed my gratitude. He gave a soft laugh into his fist.

“Don’t mention it.”

I then noticed some security cameras overhead.

Crap. If there’s even a slight identifying thing about me, I’ll be spotted. It’s bad enough I’m probably shaking like a leaf.

“Hey. I’m kinda nervous about something,” I leaned in close. His eyes widened.

“What is it?” He whispered back.

“Well, let me whisper it in your ear.”

“Sure.”

After leaning in close, he gave a confused look, then nodded.

“Well, thanks for hearing me out,” I told him after I finished telling him the secret.

“What was the point of that?” He asked.

“Eh. Just felt like telling you,” I shrugged, then walked away. As we went our separate ways, I couldn’t help but smile a crooked smile.

Nemesis

For the past few minutes or so, the henchmen were just spouting philosophical musings to each other to pass time while I analyzed every monitor.

That was fine enough, until I got distracted by joining in on the discussion.

“There’s this saying, ‘I feel like a million bucks’, to man you’re feeling great. But, why are we putting prices on people? People aren’t money. What if someone only feels like a couple of bucks, but to them it means everything. It could be the difference between making rent and not. Are we to say they’re not feeling great, or they’re just getting by?” Fozzy asked.

“Hey Foz. How much am I getting paid for this gig?” I turned to him.

“A million bucks,” he answered.

“Then I feel like a million bucks,” I grinned.

“C’mon, why you gotta do this to me?” He pouted.

“Well how about this one?” Boxxy sucked up some air, “when I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I’m older and I wish I could be younger. What about you, Nemesis? Would you wish to be younger or older?”

I would only wish to be younger if it meant bringing back some of the people I love.

“Well...I’m 27 years old, so I’d say I’d wish to be...27. And what do you know? That’s how old I am!”

“Hey! Look at the screen!” Oney pointed. “There’s a couple of suspicious people in the hallway! They may be plotting an assassination!”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go investigate?” I tapped his back and pointed to the door.

All three of them ran out of the room on cue and once they did, I looked over at the monitor: there, stood a tall, shivering figure with glasses and a black baseball cap walking off. Even with such a disguise, her shiver gave her away.

There you are.

Walking away on the other end was the back of a shorter man, but I was less interested in him. There was, and always was, one target.

I ran out of the room, changed into my armor, and dived down the stairs, headed toward the hallway where my target was located. When I got there, I saw no such target. Just a vacant vending machine. I undid my helmet and walked toward the same direction she did. That’s when I noticed another hallway to my left where I otherwise have gone straight ahead. In the distance, to my left, I saw the body of Fozzy on the floor.

Did she kill him?

As if I really had to ask. To think she had made such quick work of him. I ran over to him and knelt down, then pressed the cold, metallic fingers of my armor against his neck. Soon, I felt the little beating. The clicking sensation.

There’s a pulse. He’s just unconscious.

I walked past Fozzy and let him lie where he was. Maybe the dude needed a nap, anyway.

She must be close. She might just be hiding somewhere.

“I know you’re close,” I rasped. No matter how fast she was, there was no doubt she could hear me, “so you go by Remora now, huh? Don’t worry. I’m not confusing you with your other self. I actually prefer this name more. Rhea is the name of a mother goddess. I doubt you know the first thing about parenting. But Remora? Describes you perfectly. You’re a bottom feeder. An opportunist. Oh, but don’t get me wrong, I’m sure your other self wasn’t any better. So what’s the problem I have with you specifically? Simple: you’re still alive.”

I paused. No movement. Not even the slightest hint that she was near. What if I had worked up this monologue only to find that the intended recipient wasn’t there to hear it?

I continued to walk and slowed my pace down to a heavy, lingering footstep.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” I cooed.

“What the HELL are you doing?!” Tony’s voice barked from behind me. I jumped in place and almost had a heart attack. When I turned around, there he was tapping his foot against the floor and looking quite irritated.

“I...I...I was playing hide and seek with your henchmen!” I worked up an excuse, too flustered to admit the truth.

“That’s not what I pay you for! Get back up there!”

“Okay…” I sighed, “but give me a minute. You startled me so bad, I need to compose myself.”

“Fine. One minute. And not a minute more.”

He walked off, slapped the face of Fozzy, and his two other henchmen, nearby, then once he was out of view, I walked a few paces forward.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you here. It won’t do me any good without probable cause. Just...stay on your best behavior, and I’ll stay on mine. Deal?”

I wasn’t sure if she’d hear the message, but it needed to be said regardless. Once those words escaped my breath, I undid my armor and walked back up to the security room.

Remora

Well, that was weird.

I stepped out of the broom closet I hid away in and looked around.

“Coast is clear. Man, that was close,” I muttered. As for the mysterious lady…it was nice she saw me as my own person, but having another enemy was such a chore. As if Cronus wasn’t bad enough.

Not only that, but she seems to know who I am. This doesn’t bode well.

Well, I could worry about that later. The cameras may have caught me for a moment, but it also caught that other guy. So some of the heat should be getting off of me real soon. Which meant I was just a little more free to snoop around.

I’m betting it’s not just gonna be a room with a code. That would be too easy. It’s probably gonna be a hidden room, THEN it’s gonna be a room with a code in that hidden room. That makes the most sense. OR it might be a hidden room, then a hidden door in the floor, THEN another room with a code.

“Hey Ray,” I spoke, “I’m pretty sure I’m close to where we want. It’s just going to take me a bit more time.”

“Ceremony’s about to start, you say?” Ray replied (but not to me). If I had to guess, he must have been around several people, so he had to choose his words carefully.

“I’m guessing once it starts, there will be less time to work with, as once it’s over, people will scatter about. Am I correct in some way?”

“Whole thing should last about half an hour. Maybe an hour if anything unexpected happens. People objecting to the marriage, all that. But hopefully no distractions.”

Yep. Hurry up, tell them where this place is located, then work from there. Got it.

“Oh, yeah. My two little ones will be in attendance. Gotta watch out for those two,” he continued, “they can be quite energetic.”

Aw, man. They’re hanging out together and having fun, aren’t they? I haven’t spent much time with either of them and I have to be stuck here, searching for some secret room. Wait. Energetic. Does that mean…?

Oh, Ray. Let’s see if this mess of a distraction works out.

Demetria

Tigershark and I sat in attendance next to a bunch of stuffy old folks, over half of which were probably criminals (I’d wager 75% of ‘em).

I miss books. I miss not having to sit for this crap.

“When’s it gonna start already?” Tigershark asked while she shuffled in her seat.

“Uh…” I didn’t have an answer for her. Hopefully the proverbial wheels were in motion and there would be some kind of purpose here. Otherwise I’d wither away into a husk.

Before she uttered another breath, a series of trumpets from the altar sounded and Tigershark and I covered our ears.

Then, a bombastic “dun-dun-dun-dun” played. Standard wedding fare.

“You can’t see me, my time is now –” The speakers blared and I turned to see a bun-haired lady strolling down the aisle in what looked like a giant spiderweb.

“Yep. Normal wedding music. Normal wedding dress,” I yawned, “I wanna cause trouble already.”

Tigershark nudged, then shushed me. I glared at her, but she then focused on the bride instead.

“Wow...she’s pretty…”

“Eh. Not my type,” I shrugged.

“And the music! It reminds me of wrestling! Grandma likes to put it on every day! She says it’s one of her soap operas!”

“You would be into wrestling, wouldn’t you?”

She turned back to me and grinned.

“NOW PRESENTING….HEIDI FALSETTO!” A thunderous voice from a man with a megaphone announced.

“This is all wrong…” Tigershark muttered, “they’re supposed to announce before they play their theme music.”

“Eh. It’s not that important.”

“Maybe not, but presentation is everything! That applies to food and that applies to wrestling!”

I waved my hand down in an attempt to get her to settle down.

Once Heidi stepped up to the altar, there was a minute or two of silence. Then, a familiar tune, one which sounded like an 80s song, and one of those dance songs, to boot, started to play. I couldn’t place where I heard it before, and before it got to any (what I suspected to be vocals), the record scratched and stopped.

Then, a series of murmurs upon the altar.

“Where’s Prince?” I think I heard one of them ask.

Tigershark and I turned to each other. Somehow, without even knowing the name of the groom, we just knew, in that moment, who Prince was.

So much for Prince charming. Couldn’t even show up to your own wedding?

Nemesis

When I made it back to the security room, I just about gasped upon seeing that blonde haired young man in the security footage tied up in a chair with Tony’s henchmen interrogating him.

“Who was that woman you were talking to?!” Fozzy roared his best bear roar.

“I don’t know!” The young man cried.

“What did she whisper to you?!” Oney’s sharp voice cut into him.

“She just said ‘I’m going to talk in a way that makes us both look suspicious’! That’s all!”

I blinked.

That’s...I don’t even know what to call that.

“Hey kid,” I chimed in.

He turned to me.

“Yes?” He whimpered.

“What’s your name?”

“Prince! Prince Tenor! I’m late for the ceremony! I’m supposed to be up on the altar!”

...Heidi’s almost-husband? Oh boy. What a mess.

I slammed my palm into my face and shook my head.

“Let him go,” I muttered.

“But Neme –” Boxxy began in his boxed up voice.

“LET. HIM. GO.”

They undid the rope tying him and he scurried off out of the room.

I shook my head again.

“What were you numbskulls thinking?! That’s the groom! Poor guy almost pissed himself!” I berated them.

“Sorry…” Boxxy hung his head low, “we just thought…”

“Yeah. It was a distraction. That lady played you guys like a fucking cowbell.”

“Should we look for her?”

I’d rather be the one to do that, I thought, before shaking my head.

“No. Let’s focus on the wedding. From the look of things, Heidi’s already waiting at the altar.”

We watched the monitor where it showed the ceremony taking place. However, my eyes darted toward one of the adjacent monitors, once which showed the balcony which overlooked the altar. There, a man clad in a dark jacket and a black beanie lay on his stomach with a large rifle hanging over the balcony.

“Crap!” I cursed, then got up and darted out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Oney asked.

“Sniper. Be right back.”

As I moved, I changed back into my armor as well as my helmet so as no one would see who I was. Not only that, but I alone, with my fists, was not enough to take out a sniper in the meager amount of time I had. Through the halls, into the chapel, I heard the blaring music of romantic fluff.

“I...just wanna tell you how I’m feeling...gotta make you understand…”

Right on time before the chorus dropped, I flew up and swooped down from the balcony, grabbed the man, tossed him against the wall, then snapped his twig of a rifle in half.

“What the…” He mouthed out, but before he could utter another word, I grabbed him by the back of his collar and flew off. In all the excitement, I couldn’t hear the words to the chorus, yet I knew it had to be a lovely tune. Before I headed out, all I heard was:

“Never gonna let you down…”

That thought pleased me. Because it was true, wasn’t it? I wouldn’t let a would-be assassin down until I brought the perpetrator to Tony.

Once I swooped down into the security room, I dropped him on the floor and undid my armor.

“Who the HELL is this?!” Tony balked.

“An assassin. Just as you feared.”

“That insignia...you’re one of the Baritone Boys!” Tony gasped.

I looked down and saw a bronze engraving on his jacket which had two B’s.

“Heh. That’s right. And you two won’t get any more out of me than that,” the assassin grinned and spoke in a low, dare I say, baritone voice, then reached into his pocket where I saw him hold what looked to be a white pill.

Cyanide.

He dropped it in his mouth, but before he could swallow or bite down on it, I reached my hand into his mouth and grabbed the pill out, then tossed it on the floor.

“If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who try to die to get out of their problems,” I growled.

“I should’ve known the Baritone family would want to assassinate my daughter.”

That Baritone assassin chuckled, then broke out into a hysterical laughter.

“Are you serious, my guy? You really think anyone cares about your washed up family?”

“What did you say?” It was Tony’s turn to growl.

“Our target was Prince Tenor. He’s too good for your daughter. He should’ve married Barry Baritone, but if we can’t have him...no one can.”

“Kill him!” Tony barked out. Guns from all three henchmen pointed at the Baritone assassin and I stepped in front of them before they could make a move.

“What are you doing?” Tony demanded.

“It’s one thing if he had gotten away with murdering your daughter’s husband. Then I would have killed him myself. But he failed, and for that, I believe he deserves a lighter sentence.”

“So what? You think we should just let him go?”

I shook my head.

“No. But he was about to swallow a cyanide capsule. That tells me he values the family name more than he does his own life. If you take his life from him, what punishment would that serve? If anything, you’d be doing him a favor. So instead, you should take from him what he actually values.”

“Which would be…?”

I grabbed the assassin’s jacket and tore off the insignia.

“My symbol!” He cried.

I then tore his jacket off as a whole, then released a blade from the side of my armor’s arm and tore the thing into shreds. To boot, I stamped out both of his kneecaps with a heavy stomp. He screamed in agony, but his wails fell on deaf ears.

“Toss him outside…” Tony growled.

I shook my head again.

“No. There are probably other assassins. Toss him in the middle of the aisle. But first, write on his forehead, ‘Baritone Boys suck’. That will send a message. Oh, and have security check every balcony.”

Tony nodded and I watched his henchmen carry the former Baritone Boy away while he wailed out in agony. Guy probably wasn’t going to walk again for quite a while. He’d also lose his pride, and maybe such an act would lead to the dissolution of the Baritone Boys in terms of power. I couldn’t say, as I had no knowledge of mafia politics. Even without his pride, he still had his life, and he still may have gotten off easy. The whole ordeal left a sour taste in my mouth.

“Hey Tony,” I addressed him.

“What?” He growled, though his voice quivered.

“You should let the security at the altar know to check the balconies. Order them to shoot the hands of any snipers. Disarm them. But don’t kill.”

“Never thought I’d be taking orders from a temp hire,” he remarked.

“Don’t make a habit of it. It’s just what I think you should do.”

He gave the order, and I continued watching over security.

Tigershark

When the disco music started playing back up, we turned and saw a huffing adult person enter the stage. He looked sweaty and his hair looked like a mess too. Then, the lyrics played as he galloped to the stage.

“We’re no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of, you wouldn’t get this from any other guy…”

“Wow. How romantic,” I was in awe of the music choice.

“I feel like I just got rickrolled,” Demetria groaned.

I would have told her to be quiet, but I tried to keep my focus on the blonde adult going up to the altar.

“Prince!” Cried Heidi.

“Heidi!” Prince cried out too.

What? Why didn’t they announce him? This whole thing is topsy-turvy.

Just as I thought the priest or whoever would do the speech and then they’d do the vows or whatever happens at a wedding, everyone in the audience heard a sharp zip as a metallic figure zoomed through the air, grabbed a man from the balcony, and flew off.

“Oh crap. Oh crap. This is bad. Real bad,” Demetria muttered.

“What? What now?” I asked her. There had better be a good reason for her saying such bad words. Including the word ‘bad’.

“I have to warn Remora...ugh...I didn’t think I’d ever run into her again…”

“What are you talking about?!” I demanded, but she just shook her head real fast.

“N-never mind. Let’s focus on the wedding stuff.”

Why she couldn’t just explain things...I swear, adults were useless sometimes.

“Well...that was sure something, right?” The priest chuckled. “But anyway, how about them vows, eh?”

Heidi cleared her throat, then looked at a sticky note.

“I vow to stop procrastinating. Eventually,” she muttered, “and...to memorize my vows.”

“And I vow to be your Prince,” Prince vowed. I think?

“That’s all I need from you,” Heidi said back.

Ick. I felt sick and like I was going to throw up. Too much mushy stuff.

“Hey you two,” Ray’s voice came in, “can you see if you can get this ceremony to last a little longer?”

Wow. For once Ray said something that made sense. I looked at Demetria and she chuckled this devious laugh.

“’Oh, what a beautiful wedding,’ said a bridesmaid to a waiter…’ah, but what a shame, what a shame...’” she mumbled.

“What are you singing?” I asked.

“Oh, Tigershark. Have you ever wanted to see someone crash a wedding?”

I didn’t even have to give her an answer: she already knew I’d say yes.

“Do you, Heidi Falsetto, take Prince Tenor to be your malewife?” The priest asked.

“I do,” she told him.

“And do you, Prince Tenor, take Heidi Falsetto to be your girlhusband?” The priest asked Prince now.

“For sure,” he told the priest.

“If anyone would object to this marriage, speak now or forever –” Demetria jumped out into the middle of the aisle.

“JENNA! HOW COULD YOU?!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING TOGETHER?”

Heidi and Prince looked at each other all confused, then looked at Demetria.

“Um. I swear I don’t know who this girl is,” Heidi told Prince.

“I didn’t think so. Besides, your name isn’t Jenna…” He said back.

Demetria turned to someone seated.

“Um. What’s the bride’s name?” She asked them.

“Heidi,” a mad old man told Demetria.

“Thanks,” she said to him, then looked back, “HEIDI! WERE WE JUST A FLING?”

“Sorry...um…”

I then watched security walk up to Demetria and take her away. Before she was gone, she looked over at me and winked. I looked surprised, but once she was out the door, I heard her voice in my ear.

“It’s all up to you now, kid,” she told me.

“Okay, does anyone else have any objections?” The priest asked and sounded really annoyed.

I raised my hand.

“Yes?” He called on me like I was in class and I had a question.

“I have to pee. Really bad.”

“Okay? Go?”

“Now? In my seat?”

“No! To the bathroom!”

“Oh. Right. I don’t know where it is. Can you show me?” I did a little tilting dance in my seat.

He groaned, the whole audience groaned. I just made little faces like I was trying to hold stuff in.

“Security –”

“No! They’re scary!”

“I’ll show her where the bathroom is,” Prince said instead.

“Are you sure, honey? We’ll have to delay the kiss until you get back,” Heidi asked him.

“It’s fine. It’s just down the hall.”

“Oh! Can you also wait for me to get done before doing the kiss! I don’t wanna miss anything!”

“Oh, COME ON! It’s just a kid! Why do we have to wait for just a little –!” Some mad person yelled.

“It’s fine. Everyone should have a chance to witness Heidi and I’s love,” Prince guy cut the mad person off. He stepped off the altar and walked over to me, then we exited the chapel room or whatever the place was called.

Hopefully me using the toilet gave everyone just a little more time to figure things out.

Demetria

Well, my work there was done. Guess I could kick back and hang around now. Besides, I didn’t wanna see some gross kiss between two people where only one of them was a woman. So what was I to do? Who knows? But my gut was telling me to go back to the food table and eat a bunch of veggies.

When I scrambled over there, I grabbed celery, carrots, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Nothing was off limits except for meat. Hell, I was kind of glad to be a vegetarian, as it seemed like while most of the meat had been depleted, plenty of veggies remained on the table.

“Snack attack, mofos,” I grabbed a stack of crackers and dropped them in my mouth, then released the cronch.

“Hey, it’s my good friend Demetria!” Uttered a chipper voice of someone who wasn’t my good friend. I turned and saw a hooded guy in a big jacket, lots of piercings and spiky, red hair. One eye of his is wide open, and the other was covered by his hair, though I could see something black underneath.

“Sparkledog?” I asked, surprised to see someone I never expected, nor wanted, to see again.

“Ha ha! I love that name! It’s so me!” He replied with a cheery laugh.

“Um. You’re alive.”

“Yes! Alive and as human as ever!” He grinned, then grabbed a cracker and began munching on it.

“What happened after the fight? Sunny didn’t mention you when she got back and I forgot to ask her.”

“Oh, that?” he laughed again. “Basically, she wanted to help me to a hospital or something, but I told her, ‘if I can’t make it back on my own, what good would I be?’ She said I was being ridiculous, I told her she was right, so I said that I just wanted to see what would happen if I walked on my own.”

“With one arm? Bleeding out?”

“Ha! Do you see only one arm? That’s the thing. By the time Sunny got to me, my arm wasn’t bleeding. And by the time I was left alone, my arm grew back all on its own. I never knew arms could do that, but I guess I didn’t know everything there is to know about being human!”

“Um..I don’t think arms do that? Bones, maybe…”

It was probably the baton…

“Anyway, when I got back to the underground, everyone found out I failed, and they tried to cut off my fingers but they grew back in like a day or so. So they took an ice cream scooper and scooped out my right eye. I mean, it was painful. Horrific. But, also interesting. I’ve never thought of what it would be like to see with only one eye before.”

He then lifted up the hair covering his right eye and showed a black eyepatch.

“Don’t worry, I won’t lift it!” He laughed, “I don’t think you’d like seeing a hole where an eye should be. I’ve been thinking of having it sealed, but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, either…”

I think I may have twitched and the feeling of bugs crawling on my arms took over. I flinched and reeled back.

“I’m...I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Oh, don’t be! If this scares you, you shouldn’t ever join the yakuza.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good. I was thinking of changing my ways, too. See, this whole criminal thing has been fun, but I feel like I’ve locked myself into a corner. There’s a vast world out there. So many things to try. One thing I’ve considered is trying to be a dental assistant. What do you think?”

“I think it could be good for you,” I tried to force a smile.

“You think so?” He looked like he was about to wag his tail, except he didn’t have a tail.

“I don’t know, but it’s worth a try, I guess? Say, what ever happened to that baton? Did you ever get it removed?”

“Uh...about that,” he shuffled his feet.

“You should get it removed if you haven’t. It’s not good for you.”

“Ha! That’s kind of impossible now!” He then scratched his cheek, “you see...I’m pretty sure it’s a part of me.”

“Well, make it not a part of you. Detach it or whatever.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I don’t think it exists anymore, is what I’m trying to say. Or rather, maybe I am the baton now? Maybe the baton passed the baton onto me? Or something.”

My brain was gonna hurt and the worst part is, I wasn’t sure there was any way to un-hurt it.

“Well, in any case, I’m glad you’re well.”

“Me too, me too.”

“By the way, is Kei Bou your actual name?”

He burst into laughter again.

“No, no! Guess what my original name was!”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’ll give you a hint: it was either Tomomi Kumi or Hoshino Dazai.”

“Hoshino?”

“Ding-ding! Anyway, I like Sparkledog, too. I’ll be honest, there’s been a few times over the past couple weeks where I’ve asked myself, ‘who am I?’ Only to remember that you called me Sparkledog. To that, I am thankful.”

“I don’t know how I helped or why you’d forget who you were.”

“It’s not a matter of forgetting! It’s a matter of being given an identity!”

“Why can’t you carve your own?”

“That’s what I’m doing. But I think you’ve helped. I think everyone I’ve met in my life, friends and enemies alike, have helped. I’m expanding my horizons. Do you have any idea what’s out there? Have you ever thought about how you might explore a cave expecting to see a bear, only to see a goat the size of a bear? Or maybe it is a bear, but the bear is the exact size and shape of a goat. Horns included. The only way you can tell is that it still roars like one.”

“What are you getting at with this?”

“I’m just saying. There’s a lot I don’t know. Not just about the world, but being human, too. You’d think I’d know enough by now, but there’s always new things I’m discovering. Like, a few days ago I began to wonder if I’m really gay or if I just like dick, so I decided to give it a try, slept around, and I can say without a doubt...I’m gay. Dick doesn’t matter. What matters to me is whether or not they can pound me, and don’t always need a –”

“Okay, okay, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Kidding. What really matters is that they’re a guy and that they’ve got a big heart and an open mind. That’s all I need. Maybe a good pounding too.”

“Well, I’m happy for you. Self discovery can be hard.”

“But also exciting! Anyway, I’m glad I got the connections to be invited here, because I’m gonna see if there’s any rich guys who wouldn’t mind supporting me both financially and emotionally.”

“Ha. Good luck with that. Most people here are boring. Take care, Hoshino,” I waved, then walked off.

As we went our separate ways, I heard an “oof” sound and a man cry out, “damn it, Tomomi! Watch where you’re going!”

Eh. I’m not worried about what his name is.

When I strayed away, Remora’s voice serenaded its way into my ears:

“Hey Ray. I found the place. Bad news, though: the door’s got a code. Also, once in, there are a series of locked doors. Not sure how we’ll get in. Not to mention, even if we unlock it, how are we going to avoid getting the ‘C’ word.”

Okay, so her serenade wasn’t a serenade and it wasn’t directed at me, but I still melted from hearing her again. Also, I was pretty sure the C word was ‘caught’, but don’t quote me on that one. I wasn’t 100% sure.

“Send me a picture of the panel, if you would. I doubt I’ll be able to pull myself away to unlock it, but I can probably crack it through a picture alone. As for the locks, Sunny can pick them. Now, I’m sure there’s only so much of the wedding we can stall, and they’re probably gonna wrap it up any minute now. So I’d say get over here, but try to keep a low profile. As for getting in…”

His voice cut off. A moment later, he started up again.

“Sorry. These people here have been chatting me up like crazy. Anyway, as for getting in...I don’t know. But I do know that we could use another distraction. Demetria, are you up for it?”

“Just tell me what and when,” I replied.

Great. All I amounted to was a distraction now. Well, I’d take what I could get.

Ray

All this time spent and all Sunny and I have been doing was mingling with strangers who I had no intention on making connections with. Still, everyone had their role to play. Sunny and I were to act normal, or at least act like ourselves. Soon, that would change, if only Sunny could find her chance to escape back there.

In fact, she was just about to.

“Well, that’s my cue, huh?” She winked.

“Just be careful.”

But such a chance didn’t come.

“Ray. I’m on the toilet but I don’t have to go,” Tigershark kept her voice low.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to stay there. The ceremony can finish now if you’d like. We got all we needed.”

“Phew. Thanks, Ray!” She told me, then yelled out, “HEY PRINCE! GO BACK AND KISS YOUR BRIDE!”

I chuckled. To think she would have the groom escort her to the bathroom just to stall.

“Oh, Tigershark,” Sunny joined in on the delight.

As Sunny was just about to walk off, a series of footsteps approached. We turned and saw Tony, accompanied by some tall lady with short, red hair in a tuxedo.

“There you are, Ray!” His voice boomed and he had a wide grin on him. “Didn’t think you’d make it!”

“I told you I would,” I pointed out.

“That you did. And Sunny!” He held out his hand and Sunny shook it.

“And who might be the redhead next to you?” I asked. She smiled and held out her hand. Like Sunny with Tony, I shook the lady’s hand. It was a soft grip, and I couldn’t make out much from it.

“This here?” He pointed, “that’s –”

“Ram Nose,” she introduced herself, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. I’m Ray Sunshine and this is my wife, Sunny Reyes.”

“Heya!” She shook Ram’s hand.

“Ooh, tight grip,” Sunny commented.

“Heh. I’ve always been told to get a grip, and so I did.”

“She’s been helping protect my daughter. Caught a couple of assassins earlier,” Tony explained.

Assassins. Interesting.

“Aw, shucks, Tony. It was nothing. I just happened to stumble upon them,” Ram grew bashful. Or rather, she gave a decent bashful act.

How much of her is an act? I wondered. It took an actor to know an actor, and I had a fleeting suspicion something was up.

“I saw that you had a strong woman in your group and decided I wanted one too,” Tony continued.

“But Tony, I thought you only liked men,” I countered.

“I’m not talking about Sunny this time,” he shot back.

“Oh? Who are you referring to, then?” Ram looked around.

“Ray knows who, don’t you Ray? Where is she?”

This is the very thing I was hoping to avoid.

“Heh. What makes you think she’s here, Tony? She’s a solitary person,” I replied.

“Oh, trying to pull a fast one on me, are ye? I’m willing to bet half of my money and half of the don of the Tenor family’s money that she’s here.”

“Is that something you should be wagering on?” I tested.

Especially when that money’s going to go to me regardless.

“Well, whoever you’re talking about, I’d love to meet her. I think strong women are pretty cool. Especially the cold types,” Ram mentioned.

Funny you should say that.

Then, Remora’s voice came in:

“Sorry, Ray. I don’t think there’s any getting around this. I’m pretty sure they know.”

Indeed. Out of all the things…

“What about you, Ram Nose? What type of strong woman are you?” I posed as I stalled until Remora got there.

“Oh, easy. I’m tough, but fair. I also believe in equality. All things in equal measure.”

“I see,” I scratched my chin. An interesting answer. “And you believe a clear cut fifty-fifty is always viable?”

“I believe it’s a matter of give and take. Sometimes sixty, sometimes forty. But I do believe things tend to even out, yes.”

“Interesting,” I scratched my chin.

“Is she going to get here, Ray? Doesn’t she know it’s rude to keep a lady waiting,” Ram Nose tapped her foot.

“Yes, and I hear impatience is rude as well,” I countered.

Ram Nose’s smile widened. I didn’t know who she was trying to fool, but there was no way “Ram Nose” was her actual name.

“Sorry, did I miss something?” Remora approached from behind.

“Ah, is this the mystery lady?” Ram asked.

“Huh? I’m Francine,” Remora, for whatever reason, thought the normal name would help us at this point.

I went through all this trouble of picking a name, I may as well use it at least once, was probably what she was thinking.

“You are, are you?” Ram raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. I am Francine. France sing. Francing. France seen? Francine,” Remora’s palpable nervousness started to show as she shook about.

“You really are quite dashing,” Ram crooned.

“I am?”

“That’s right,” Ram laid out her hand, to which Remora looked down before shaking it, “I’d love to take you out.”

“I don’t know...”

“I’d give you what you deserve,” the intensity of her breath grew with every word.

“Thanks, but I just met you,” Remora winced, possibly at the tightness of Ram’s grip.

“Yet it feels like I’ve known you much longer than that,” a sort of scowl formed on her face even as her smile remained. It was a look which seemed to suggest something like, ‘how does it feel to be the prey?’

“R...really, I’m flattered, but I think we’re moving too fast,” Remora pulled her hand away and got serious, “besides, I think I’ll decide what I do and don’t deserve.”

“Suit yourself,” Ram Nose shrugged and turned away, “but just know I’m always around.”

“Same here. See you around, Ray,” Tony waved, then followed behind. Once they were out of sight, Remora turned to Sunny and I.

“Does anyone else get the feeling there was something else she meant by ‘take out’ and ‘give me what I deserve’?” She asked us.

“Hmm...I see where you’re coming from,” I pondered the whole exchange. Double meanings and the like.

“Do you think she’s gay?” Sunny asked.

“Really, Sunny? I might have another enemy on my hands and that’s where your mind goes?” Remora balked.

“Just saying.”

“I’ll keep you posted if I have any ideas on who she might be. In the meantime, let’s focus on the task at hand,” I tried to keep everyone back on track.

“Right. I’m going to go find Demetria,” Remora declared before walking off.

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying,” I tried to stop her, but it was too late. In the end, I just shook my head.

“Yeah! Go show that red head you’re already taken!” Sunny cheered.

Ram Nose...Ram Nose...what an odd alias to go by.

Remora

It was always something, wasn’t it? It was never just “I’m cold, someone pass me a blanket”, there just had to be something else on top of being cold.

Really makes me wish I could come out on top for once.

Demetria wasn’t hard to spot: most of the attendees were congregated in their own circles, chatting each other up. But she stood by the punch bowl sipping fruit punch out of a wine glass. Real classy.

I motioned over to her and she jolted up upon noticing me.

“You! There you are!” Her voice was a shrill hush. “I need to warn you! You know the person I was telling you about who wants to kill you? Yeah, she’s here!”

Looks like we’re on the same page.

“I’m pretty sure I just ran into her,” I mentioned.

“Wait, what?”

“Short, red hair? About as tall as me?” I tried to work up the details, “um, more pale than me?” Not that I was pale to begin with, and so it didn’t really narrow things down to say someone was more pale than me. Still, I had to think up identifying features anyway I could.

“Oh, and has a tight grip?” I added.

“Yeah. Holy fuck.”

“Ray and I are going to try to figure out as much as we can about her. For now, I’m going to keep my distance and focus on the party. What about you? How are things going on your end?”

She took another sip of her punch and with a bored expression, replied, “fine. I’ve just been chilling around and being a distraction.”

“From the way you sound, I take it you don’t enjoy that?”

“It’s what it is. We didn’t come here to be violent, and while I have been a bit bored, it’s been a nice change of pace from the usual messes we seem to get into.”

“As long as you’re doing well, that’s what matters. You are doing well, yes?”

“How can you say I’m doing well when someone here wants to kill you?!” She near-shouted. I had to lean down and cover her mouth.

At least my enemy this time is human and not some supernatural guy. While I could be wrong and he could just be possessing her body, I didn’t notice anything to indicate that being the case. As far as things go, this should be a relief.

“Let’s not draw attention to that. It’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG –” She stopped herself and let out a deep breath, then smiled and set her glass down. “Yes. You’re right. We’ll figure this out.”

“Yeah,” I smiled back, “we will.”

As corny as it sounded, I really believed that.

“Look, about…” She looked down and muttered, “that one...morning...sorry.”

“What?” I asked.

“You know. When I thought,” she shuffled her feet, “my friend, I thought she was...and I yelled and said bad things.”

THAT morning, huh? That was a tough time for all of us, if I recall.

“You’re still hung up on that?” I asked.

“What do you mean? I was mean to you, I said bad things, and I lashed out and I tried to manipulate and…” She began to pace about, which I didn’t think would help matters, but I wasn’t a gesture expert. So instead, I just ruffled her hair a bit.

“You were under a lot of stress. I forgive you. So try not to worry about it so much.”

“I just don’t want to be that way with you again. I want to be good to you. I really want this to work. This thing we got.”

“And what would ‘this thing we got’ be?”

“Like...whatever we got going on…”

Before we could bask in each other’s company and maybe figure out some things between us, I overheard a nearby conversation.

“What are you doing?” The gruff voice of Tony broke through.

“You heard the lady. She said her name was Rosie Cheeks, so I wanted to check to make sure,” came the (cheeky) response from the supposed enemy I shook hands with. I would have called her voice and presence unsettling, but social interactions with strangers tended to be unsettling in general, so she wasn’t anything special.

“Stop that,” he scolded her, “need I remind you, this is a formal event. Any other time is fine, but while you’re here, I won’t have you be rude to the guests.”

“Oh, come on. This place is filled with criminals. Feels like the least I could do is be a little rude to them.”

“Not everyone here is a criminal – some are the spouses and children of criminals. Some were invited here due to association. You don’t know everyone’s story.”

“All right, I get it. Still, such a weird name, don’t you think? ‘Rosie Cheeks’? I’ve never gotten the appeal of pun names. Not to mention, I dislike names that start with ‘R’ by default.”

I feel called out. But I’m going to be the bigger person and not react to that.

“What was that ‘Ram Nose’ business, then?”

“Ha! That? Just a bit of teasing.”

Thanks for giving yourself away. Not that it wasn’t already obvious.

As their voices became more clear, I watched them draw closer in my peripheral vision. In a rush, I turned back to face Demetria.

“She’s coming over. Quick, let’s kiss as a distraction so she won’t notice us,” I hissed out in a whisper. She turned her head to each side in a frantic motion.

“Oh, okay!” She agreed.

I held her by her waist and lifted her up until our faces met eye-to-eye and we leaned into each other as our lips pressed into each other. Our eyes closed and all I focused on was the commotion outside of us and the footsteps behind us. When I was sure this new enemy of mine had walked away, I set Demetria down.

“Hey! I’m not just some prop for you to use whenever you want!” She protested. At that same moment, I heard the sound of my (whatever the opposite of) admirer (was) approaching again with heavy, clacking footsteps.

Lather, rise, repeat.

Once again, I lifted her up, we bonked noses, but then one of us turned our head a bit, I forgot who, and we held a kiss until the mystery inconvenience passed by once more. When I set her down, I smiled.

“Yeah, you are,” I teased.

“Yeah, I am,” she nodded.

“Hey, I hope this isn’t a bad time, but you do know Sunny and I could hear everything, right?” Ray chimed in through the earphone.

“Well, pretend that you didn’t! It’s not that hard!” Demetria yelled and her face turned red.

Giggles erupted from both Sunny and Ray in such a match of pitches that I couldn’t tell who was who.

“Is there a point to you chiming in, Ray?” I didn’t see what the big deal was, nor did I see any reason why he had to comment on it.

“Yeah. There is, actually. I was thinking about the name Miss Buckthorn introduced herself as.”

“Buckthorn? I’m pretty sure that’s not the name she used.”

“Sorry. Getting a little ahead of myself. Have you heard of the ancient city of Rhamnous?”

“No. Why should I?”

“Ooh! I have!” Sunny’s gleeful voice inserted itself.

“OK. Cool. Both of you have. But I haven’t. What’s the point?”

“Rhamnous had a patron goddess, Nemesis. Heard of her?”

“I’ve heard the word, yes. I’ve also heard enemy, adversary, rival, antagonist, et cetera. I already knew she was an enemy. She made that pretty clear, Ray.”

“Yes. Which I think was why she chose that name. Someone knows her history as well.”

“Are you rubbing it in that I don’t?”

“I really feel like I should know that too...or maybe my mom does…” Demetria muttered.

“We know the ‘what’ of what she wants, yes?” He continued.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Now we need the ‘why’, don’t we? Any ideas?”

I looked around. It must have seemed pretty suspicious having a one-sided two-way conversation.

“Yeah. I got some. Back in the back hall she almost caught me hiding. She said how I’m a bottom feeder and that her issue with me is that I’m still alive.”

“Bottom feeder, huh?”

“Look, I don’t know. It’s what I got. What about you? Any bright ideas, Mr. Sunshine?”

“Hmm...back when Tony introduced her, he mentioned she took out some assassins. She also claimed to believe in things evening themselves out. Maybe she’s some sort of assassin hunter.”

“Well, what’s she want with me, then? I’m not an assassin.”

“You’re not?”

“Come on, Ray. I was a killer for hire. Maybe you could call that a hitman. I’m not saying I was a good person, okay? Far from it. But an assassin is politically motivated. I may have killed some politicians, maybe even some world leaders, but not for some cause.”

“I know what the original definition was, but arguing semantics isn’t going to help your case. You personally may not have had a cause besides just ‘doing your job’, but the ones who hired you did. Those contracts don’t appear for no reason. In fact, maybe the fact that it wasn’t so personal to you and that you were just doing it for money makes it worse in her eyes.”

I grit my teeth.

“So an assassin hunter, huh? That’s a new one,” my tone darkened, “and she seems to know about my past as well. All I wanted to be here was Francine but instead I have to be Francassin.”

At this point I just wanna slide down and hide under the table.

“Feeling glum about this? Well, here’s another clue: apparently Tony hired her as a bodyguard to protect his daughter.”

“Ha,” I huffed, “what? Does she think I want to do you-know-what to Tony’s daughter? That’s not what I came here for. I didn’t even want to be here. Sure, my motivation for coming here is money, but not by killing people.”

Then, something that she had said earlier cropped up:

‘Stay on your best behavior and I’ll stay on mine.’ Gee. That’s reassuring.

“Ha...ha,” I gave a hollow laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ray asked.

“I think I can keep being Francine as long as Francine’s a good girl. What do you think?”

“Well, Francine. I think you left your purse in the car,” Ray chuckled as well.

Purse equals bag. Car equals a plane.

“Ah. Right. I’ll go see our chauffeur.”

I sprinted out of the dining area, past the lobby, and out the door. Commotions and gasps rang out, but I couldn’t care less. Past the parking lot, in the nearby woods lay the clearing where Cybele’s plane rested. I gave a few pounds upon the door and waited for Cybele to open up. Just a moment later, the door squeaked open. Cybele stood, hunched, and rubbed her eyes.

“Uh...what’s up?” She yawned. “I thought I could get a nap in. Is the wedding over already?”

“Not exactly. Ray wants me to get a bag,” I explained.

“Oh, right. That. Just a sec,” she dashed over and I heard her rummage through stuff in the back with clangs made as the items fell onto the floor. She zipped over back to the door and handed me a large duffel bag.

“Ray said it’s for Tigershark,” Cybele mentioned.

“Then it must be for Tigershark,” I concurred. After thanking her, I ran back to the front door to the chateau but was stopped not by a security guard, but Ms Enemy herself.

“What do you got in that bag?” She growled. I growled as well. I really didn’t have time for such distractions.

“Wanna search it? I bet it’s got loads of weapons. I bet that’s what you’re expecting, right?” I egged her on before unzipping it. In hindsight, if there were loads of weapons, that would have been a bad look on my part. She leaned in, then stood back up and raised an eyebrow.

“Stuffed animals?” She questioned.

“Look, lady! I don’t know who you think I am, but my name is Francine and I am a very soft girl who requires lots of stuffed animals! How DARE you,” I fluttered my voice, “make fun of me! I am a rich heiress of a rollercoaster tycoon and I WILL sue! Do I make myself clear?” I stomped for added effect.

“Uh...Uh...yeah. Sure,” she stepped aside, near-speechless.

Without further ado, I trotted back inside, ready to make the delivery.

Tigershark

Did everyone forget that I could hear everything they said? That’s fine. Hearing was better than seeing and so far I’ve seen zero kisses at the wedding and I wasn’t about to start now.

But seriously, I need to get off this toilet. My leg’s got that static feeling and I can’t feel it.

“Ow, ow, ow,” I said to myself when I got up and walked out of the stall and toward the sink. Why did not feeling have to hurt so much? Not feeling should be like...not opposite of hurting, but something close to that. That tingly static feeling had a word, I just forgot it. Soon, it came back to me, though: “Numb! That’s what it’s called!”

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I didn’t have time to take in much because Demetria ran up to me right away and put her hands on my shoulders. Was she waiting for me right outside the bathroom? Could be. But that was creepy.

“There you are!” She shouted.

“What? Is something the matter?” I didn’t know why she’d want to look for me unless it was part of the plan, but Ray would have said something to all of us, right?

“It’s just that Remora picked me up and kissed me! Twice! And I haven’t even been able to kiss her once! I’d have to get a chair or something to initiate it or jump high or make her bend over! When will it be my turn?!”

Is this really what I have to deal with?

I took her arms and moved them off of my shoulders, then put my own hands on her shoulders and shook her.

“Get yourself together! We’re not here for romance, we’re here for a wedding!” I told her what was what.

“You’re so right! Weddings have nothing to do with romance! Thank you for being the voice of reason, Tigershark!” Demetria grinned and drew a big breath.

“That’s what I’m here for,” I nodded. That, and hopefully stealing from mobsters. Before I could take another step, another figure ran up to me: the one, the only, Remora.

“So...you…heard everything?” She asked while sounding short of breath.

She’s talking about the k-i-s-s-i-n-g thing, I bet.

“Yes. Twice now.”

“Oh, okay, here you go, then,” she handed me a big bag.

“Huh?” I tilted my head and shook it. “What’s this for?”

“Ray says it’s for you. Didn’t you say you heard twice?”

Huh. I must not have been paying attention.

“Mm. I see. You’re avoiding the issue,” I wasn’t about to admit I didn’t hear about the bag.

“Huh? What issue?”

“Bend over and let Demetria kiss you!” I demanded.

They both looked at each other, then at me. Demetria’s face turned red.

“What?! What are you saying?!” Demetria panicked.

“Figure it out,” I shrugged and walked off with the bag, “I’m going to go find Ray and Sunny.”

“Hey kiddo! We’re over by the hallway!” Sunny’s voice rang in my ear.

I looked around. Considering I didn’t really explore much, and for all I knew, there were a lot of hallways, that didn’t really clear things up for me.

“Warm. Warmer. To your left,” Sunny whispered.

I turned to my left and saw Sunny and Ray hanging around at each other’s side, both in their tuxedos and a sneaky smile on both of their faces.

They sure do like to copy each other, huh?

“Hey!” Sunny waved.

I ran over with the big bag and pointed at it.

“What’s this for?” I asked them.

“It’s for you, silly!” Sunny told me like it was something so obvious even though it wasn’t.

“Go on, open it up,” Ray said as he pointed to the bag.

I opened it up and was both filled with lots of joy and also lots of confusion.

“Stuffed rabbit? Stuffed bear? Stuffed elephant? Wait. Is that...a stuffed rhino?” I gasped. There were more too. Owls and little slimes and dinosaurs and monkeys. “All of these? They’re for me?”

“Well, sort of, yes,” Ray answered. “but also, think you can fit in that bag? I’m just curious, of course.”

Sunny nudged Ray.

“Of course she can fit! This bag’s really durable, too!”

“So you’re telling me…” I looked down at the bag, “I’m...going in?”

I set the bag on the floor. It did look big enough that I could fit in. I began to put one foot in, but then got nervous.

“Won’t everyone see me and find it weird?” I asked them.

“Don’t worry about that, we’ll stand in front of the bag so they won’t notice!” Sunny said to me and indeed they stepped in front of the bag in such a way that others probably wouldn’t see me.

So once I got both of my legs in, I dropped to my knees and sat, then sunk onto my back. I had to keep my knees bent just so I could continue to fit, but fit I did.

“Okay! I did it!” I cheered. It felt weird laying on top of a bunch of stuffed animals. Kinda lumpy. But also nice!

“Now, could you zip it up, Tigershark? But not all the way. I don’t want it so you can’t breathe,” Ray said real quiet to me while still standing with his back to me.

“Ray. What are you making Tigershark do?” Remora asked from the earpiece.

“He’s not making me do anything,” I whispered in the bag, “this is just fun.”

“Speaking of fun, ready for your last distraction, Demetria? Can you think of anything that will make everyone evacuate the building?” Ray asked.

“Sure thing! I can get everyone wet in no time!” Demetria said back and it was clear her idea of distraction was going to involve water.

“By wet, you mean…?” Ray began, but soon he erupted into yells. “AAA –! The sprinkler?!”

“EVERYONE! EVACUATE!” Some official security guys yelled out, and I think I heard Tony yell too. While everyone was yelling and running, I felt my heart heave as the bag lifted up and started bouncing around.

Someone’s running. Someone’s carrying me away. What if they’re bad? What can I do? Beat them up? Or should I wait?

“Hey. Psst. It’s me,” the zipper unzipped a little and I felt some drops of water sprinkle down on me, but I also saw Sunny’s bright and smiling face stare down at me.

“Sunny!” I wanted to yell, but made it more like an excited whisper.

“We’re going to that room, so just hold tight!” She told me, and I knew what room she was talking about: the money room.

As she ran through the halls, carrying me along, I thought back to my friend back at grandma and grandpa’s. My classmate:

When we all introduced ourselves in fifth grade, it was really hard standing in front of the chalkboard and watching all those desks. Everyone in it. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m Tigershark Littlewheel. I’m new to school. I can cook and I can beat people up,” was what I told everyone. It wasn’t usual for me to get so...unexcited. And not just that, but nervous, too. None of it was like me, but there was a lot of staring. Then, when I sat at the back and she, the one who sat one desk in front of me, the one I shared a room with back at home, got up, I was even more nervous.

What will she say? Will others wonder if she’s some kind of alien? But she’s not, is she? So since she’s not, should she say she’s an alien? But then, what else can she say, because isn’t saying you’re an alien weird? Maybe interests. Maybe like I did. But even then...I could have said so much more. Why didn’t I?

“Hello. My name is Astraea Littlewheel. I am new to this ‘school’ thing as well. I hope over time that you not only see me as a friend, but also as a human. That is all,” she did her introduction, so flawlessly, too, then sat back down. I heard murmuring, but I couldn’t tell what anyone said.

“Wow, you talked just like your old self,” I whispered to Astraea. She turned to me with a blank look on her face.

“Everyone else. Do you think they’re talking about me? If they are, are they saying good things, or bad things?” She asked.

“If they’re saying bad things, I’ll beat them up!” I told her and showed my fist. She smiled, even let out a soft laugh.

“You don’t have to. I’m only wondering,” she told me.

“Maybe they’re wondering about you too,” I suggested.

“What about you? Do you think I’m human?”

“You’re not only human, but you’re also my friend! I’ve thought that since day one!”

“And if I wasn’t, would that be fine as well?”

I was startled. Not sure what to have said. Of course I knew the truth already, but still. Wasn’t what?

“Even if you weren’t human, you would still be my friend. And if you weren’t my friend, then I’m still glad I got to know you.”

She nodded. I wasn’t sure if I gave the right answer. Maybe I should have told her, “it doesn’t matter about being human, you’re real” or something else. But what I told her instead, it was still true, wasn’t it?

But knowing who she was, did she know what I was up to right now? There was a good chance that she did. So, would she approve of what Sunny and I were attempting to do? Or would she find it bad? Or would she just think of it as interesting. I knew about how she lived with Aurora and her gang for a bit and didn’t seem to judge them, though at the time, it didn’t seem like she knew what they did, either.

I still wanted to tell how much fun I’ve had. Though maybe it wasn’t so fun. Especially with all the nervousness. That’s not fun, is it? It seems like the whole month, maybe the whole last year, or the whole while, there’s been a lot of nervousness…

...But there’s been a lot of fun, too, hasn’t there?

Sunny

This was it: the final stretch. I stood at the first door and began picking the locks. Stella rose to the occasion multiple times on the way there, transforming into a whip and breaking all the security cameras in the vicinity. However, that wasn’t all. Even I knew that wouldn’t help much.

There could be hidden cameras, they could dust for fingerprints. There’s all sorts of tricks in their disposal that they can use to pin on Tigershark and I.

“Hey lil mango,” I whispered to Tigershark.

“Hmm? Is that my new nickname?” She asked.

“Sure can be! Anyway, there’s a couple of masks under the stuffed animals. One for you, one for me. Can you hand me one?”

She rummaged through the bag and within seconds, handed me a mask.

“Thanks dear!” I put on the mask while I shimmied with the lockpick. Soon, the first door was open. However, I was soon caught dead in my tracks when a second door, also locked, stood in my way. It made the code, which was already hard for Ray to crack, seem like child’s play. Just how many locked doors would we have to get through?

On the third locked door, the keyhole was being a little extra with me. I tried to be really delicate, right? Like, I always thought myself to be pretty delicate with holes, never going too hard unless I was confident I could make it work, but this one? This one was a pain in the booty.

“Come on...come on…” I tried inching, shimmying, worming it closer until I heard the click. And, well…I heard something all right. But it was more of a snap than a click. I checked and the lockpick...snapped in two.

“No! How are we supposed to get in now?!” I clutched the sides of my head and yelled. Total agony. No good, no good, no good.

I glanced to my side and noticed something faint and silver. At first my thoughts went to Stella and how maybe she was being playful, but no, that wasn’t it. Instead, it was a metallic case for a vent.

Man, why don’t they make vents bigger? I’d love to crawl in one.

Even though I couldn’t, someone else with me could. Turns out even the hardest of things could be made easier just by having a little person near you.

“Psst. Little Tiger. Can you get out of the bag and put the mask on? I’m in need of some small assistance,” I whispered over to her.

“Yes?” She sprung up out of the bag.

“Would you like to vent?” I offered.

“Oh, sure. Lately, I’ve been feeling like…” she began and as much as I wanted to hear what she’s been going through, we had a job to do at the moment.

“No, I meant, go in the vent. Over against the wall. Think you can crawl in and open the doors from the other side?”

She looked over at the vent.

“Oh! Totally!” She pulled at the metal grating, but despite how strong she was, she just couldn’t get it open.

“Here, let’s see if Stella can help,” I offered, and knelt down beside her.

“Stella?” She asked.

“Yeah! My bracelet-whip-rope friend over here! I got her recently and named her Stella! It just sounded right!”

“Hm. Okay,” was all she had to say.

Stella made a little wriggling gesture as if trying to wave to Tigershark, which I found odd, but didn’t bother to mention to the kid. After doing that, she got to work unscrewing the screws on the grating by getting thinner and spinning in place. It was as if she made herself into a screwdriver or knew exactly what I needed. When the steel grating came off, Stella shrunk back and wrapped herself around my wrist as a bracelet. I gave her a little pat to show her my thanks.

Tigershark nodded, then crawled in. There were a couple minutes of rumbling sounds, followed by fumbling and then just the overall agony of waiting. When the pressure was on, even just a minute could be an eternity that we just didn’t have the time to wait for.

Soon, however, I could breathe just the sigh of relief I needed to as I heard a door from the other side open up. Followed by another door. Followed by, at last, the door in front of me. When I saw Tigershark in the cute little ski mask, I wanted nothing more than to squeeze her tight. But now really wasn’t the time.

Instead, we walked forward toward the safe which we could both see in our grasp, just sitting there all by its lonesome.

“Just how many doors did there have to be, anyway?” I voiced my complaints.

“They probably put them here to make us go crazy,” Tigershark suggested.

“That’s about as smart of a conclusion as any I’d have come up with,” I agreed with her.

“Why do they have so much money at a wedding spot, anyway?” She then asked.

“I think it’s their families’ tradition or something. I’ve heard it said that when two mafia families get married, the heads of the family pool together money to give to the bride and groom. Or bride and bride, groom and groom, et cetera. Spouses? Spouses. Anyway, we’re not going to take all of it, just a large enough portion that it won’t look like anything was taken. So don’t worry about stealing from the newlyweds,” I explained.

“I’m not worried about that. I just hope we’ll get enough to help us.”

“You won’t,” came a snarling, weasely voice. Both Tigershark and I turned before we could even reach the safe. There stood, walking toward us with his suit and hair alike soaked, a short, thin man (though not as short as Tigershark or Demetria, but Tigershark was still growing, so she’d probably get tall in no time) with a long, curled mustache and his face all red. He held a pistol in one hand and his arm shook as he walked.

“Let me guess: Tony put you up to this? I always figured he’d screw me over. I bet this whole wedding was just a plot for him to get more money. That bastard thought he could pull a fast one on me, but I could tell something was up the moment we pooled our money together,” he snarled. Both Tigershark and I looked at each other and nodded as if to say, “let’s not tell him anything.”

“Not talking, huh?” His gaze shifted between Tigershark and I, “fine with me. This place will be your grave, anyway. I’ll be taking the money now, thank you very much.”

He continued to walk toward us.

“Stella,” I whispered, “time to do your stuff.”

Stella shot out from the bracelet and I held her in my hands as I whipped the pistol from out of the guy’s palm. He made a gasping squeak as his gun fell to the floor.

“TS, think you can figure out how to open the safe?” I turned to her.

“I can try!”

While she went over to it, the obstacle in front of me charged forth and tried to deliver a swift kick toward my face, but I blocked with my arms.

He tried kicking again and again, and I really was astonished at the apparent leg strength of such a scrawny looking fella. But I didn’t have time to marvel, as we had to kick things into gear and get going, so I grabbed his ankle right before he could bruise up my arm any more and I flipped him onto the ground.

“Bad news, Sun Bear,” Tigershark muttered while next to the safe. I wasn’t sure when we decided on code names, if we ever did, but I sure was glad we were using them now.

“What is it?” I asked, while dragging the guy by the arm toward the safe.

“It doesn’t seem to have a combination or a keyhole. There’s just a small screen thing here.”

“Ha! You fools! Thought you could rob us but you didn’t even know how our safe works? What kind of amateurs are you? It’s through a fingerprint scan only Tony or I can open!” He boasted. Now that I thought of it, he must have been the head of the Tenor family.

“Oh. Thanks for letting me know,” I blinked, then dragged his hand up to the panel.

“Wha...wha...this wasn’t what I meant! Let me go!” He protested, but the safe clicked open right away.

Inside were stacks upon stacks of bills, all with seemingly no end. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen bigger stashes in my lifetime, but still. I let go of the Tenor boss and started removing the stuffed animals from the bag. Meanwhile, Mr. Tenor over there scrambled over to his feet and was ready to scurry off. When he stood up and was about to head out, he turned to us.

“I’m going to get security and then you’re going to get arrested and then Tony will get arrested and then that money will be all mine! You hear?!” He pointed at us and shouted.

Well, crap. What could we do, exactly?

Luckily for us, we didn’t have to think about that one. Instead, we heard a loud and clear “conk” sound as a steel pipe slammed against Mr. Tenor’s head and he fell over.

“My father really is a pain in the ass…” came the soft and feminine voice of a young man and indeed he was just that: blonde, neat haired, tuxedo seemingly unaffected by the rain, his tie straightened and everything.

“Prince Tenor! What are you doing here?! Why aren’t you with your bride?!” Tigershark shouted. I wanted to scold her for being so loud, but the apparent groom just let out a giggle.

“Me? I figured a few people were still in here after the sprinklers went off, so I went to investigate. Seems my father had the same idea, but I knew he was up to trouble. I swear, it sucks being related to that guy sometimes.”

We were stunned. Stuffed animals on the floor, money in Tigershark’s hands. In other words, caught red handed no matter how you looked at it. But this Prince guy, he really didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Take as much as you want,” he made little shooing gestures.

“Wait, really?” I couldn’t believe what I heard.

“Yeah. It’s not like we need all that money, anyway. Heidi and I will be happy enough on our own. Just...don’t take all of it. I wanna take her out somewhere nice. I was thinking Prague. What do you think?”

“Uh. How about Nepal?” I suggested.

“Ah, good choice. Anyway, I’ll cover for you guys, so hurry up and get what you’re gonna get and let’s get out of here. Oh. But leave the safe open. That way it will look like my father did it.”

“Wow, do you really hate your father that much?” I just had to open my big fat mouth rather than appreciate such a moment.

“Hate is a bit strong but...loathe, yes. He used to ridicule me over my bisexuality, and he even mocked me over the idea that I might be genderfluid. Which, mind you, I’m still not sure about, and I’d probably like to keep my name the same, but you get the idea. Plus, he’s rude to just about everyone he comes into contact with, and when we go to American restaurants, he doesn’t even tip the wait staff.”

“That’s fair,” I nodded.

Talk about a lifesaver. We got a large chunk of the money into the bottom of the bag, loaded up the stuffed animals on top, and when all was said and done, Prince and I ran out of the rooms and into the hallway while I carried the bag and Tigershark in the palm of my hand. I didn’t know how she managed to keep quiet or stay still, but she sure was a trooper. Once we made it outside and into the bright, cloudy day, a whole crowd awaited us. Along with that crowd stood Tony, who walked up to me with a grim expression.

“What were you doing in there?” He demanded.

“She was stuck in the bathroom when I found her,” Prince explained, “and from what she told me, she’s deathly afraid of sprinklers.”

“You are?” He raised an eyebrow, “the great Sunny Reyes, who has been through many tombs and death traps, afraid of sprinklers?”

“It’s true,” I pouted, “I had a traumatic experience with them when I was little. I will not elaborate.”

“I see. And what’s in the bag?” He pointed. Upon hearing that, Ray, who was in the crowd, (I did not see Remora nor Demetria, nor did I hear anything from them over the speakers) stepped forward.

“Would you like to hold it?” Ray offered.

“Indeed,” he growled. He must have thought something was up. Cautious as ever.

Upon handing the bag to him, he nearly fell over.

“Holy shit! The hell you got in this bag?” He asked.

“Why don’t you open it?” Ray offered once again.

He unzipped it, and my heart started beating faster than if I had I taken a deadly combination of cocaine and twelve shots of espresso in a sugar-filled smoothie.

“Heya!” Tigershark greeted, laying there flat on her back.

“The hell you doing in there, kid?” He took a step back and flinched.

“I like hiding in bags! It’s fun!”

“Well...you got a weird kid, Ray, Sunny. But I won’t bother you any further. Prince, congrats on marrying my daughter.”

Prince laughed into his palm, then took a bow.

After waving goodbye to everyone, the three of us walked into the clearing in the nearby woods and found Cybele’s plane parked. There, in one of the front row seats, Demetria and Remora sat, slouched down and lounging with a glass of water in their hands.

“Wow. So that’s where you two were,” I greeted.

“Yeah, we decided to take those stupid things out of our ears,” Demetria explained. “Did you get the goods?”

I set the bag down and Tigershark, was previously inside, jumped out and hopped into one of the seats.

“See for yourself,” I announced, hands on my hips and proud. Those two scurried over with such a great interest you’d think they were more in love with prizes than each other.

“Okay, everyone, fasten your seatbelts. Or don’t. I’m not your mom,” Cybele announced over the intercom, “we’re about to take off.”

She made good on her word as Ray and I almost fell over in the middle of the aisle and we all had to scramble to our seats. When we got in the air and overlooked the chateau, we all waved through the windows.

“What a rush,” I wiped off sweat from my forehead.

“Ray, when we get home, I want some ramen. I’m really hungry,” Remora demanded.

“In the mood for Japanese food, are you?” He asked. “I’m sure our new friend Hecate could make you some ramen.”

“No way! She’d overcook the noodles!” Tigershark, who seemed to have zero confidence, argued.

Before we could laugh together, we all felt a thump from the back of the plane and lurched forward.

“Uh. Guys. I don’t wanna alarm you, but there’s some kind of robot attacking us?” Cybele announced, but seemed just as confused as the rest of us.

“I’ll figure out what’s going on,” Remora growled and grabbed her rifle.

“Wait. What are you doing?!” Demetria turned and saw Remora reach for the back door.

“I don’t know what this ‘robot’ thing is, but I’ll shoot it down so we can get back home.”

When Remora opened the door and a gust of air blew in, we watched her hold tight to the hinges and aim her rifle down. However, within that same instant, before she could take a shot, she fell out. We all gasped and got up out of our seats. I was the first one over to the door and was blocking everyone from getting closer, lest they fall. Below, I could see Remora. But she wasn’t so much falling as she was grabbed by a figure clad in metallic armor, and the two seemed to wrestle for their lives, suspended in midair.

All the way below, probably five kilometers below us, was the Baltic sea. If she were to be let go or fall, it could mean the end for Remora.

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