#City Of Mandalay

[skygodz]

There are many mystical places but none more magical by night than the ancient city of Bagan in the Mandalay Region of Myanmar.

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Hi, so about my besties au...thanks to many excellents metas, I will try to change some chapters bc I think the pussycats are problematics or something closer. Pixieboob was weird with Izu, while you could chuckle as "lol she is an old woman who thinks she is still young" is creepy how we do have a second time a female hero is being creepy with a teen

(in besties au she will not be a girl's girls and see Izumi as competition)

But here my question: what the pussycats were meant to teach the students?

I know Mr. Sexyman ruined the program but...what was the program? Bc send kids to the camp was a bad call even if Mr. SEXYMAN didn't want to recruit BK. (Shiga attacked UA and it was thanks to a miracle, Izu and AM that nothing worse happened...I could give credit to Aizawa but he should have died or face worse)

And then we can add further....what the pussycats do as heroes? Someone said unsure if is canon or not ...how they are rescue heroes (the split of heroes makes no sense to me bc heroes would all try to save and rescue others) and what is the difference?

What the pussycats can teach that requires everyone to go to a camp? UA is a big place that has fake cities.

Someone (thr0) gave the idea how the pussycats were being accommodated towards Kota as he is not happy about heroes...if it's true, it's commendable they aren't forcing him to go but ...well, why insist in calling them?

Yes in Japan, idols are a big thing.

MHA is set in japan

But aside that...what are the pussycats?

Also, to finish: remember that line when one of the pussycats said "we have an even number of students, someone will be alone" and Izu, ofc, is alone. (Not blaming them for this that's on A1 being shitty) But ...it strikes as odd as defeats the purpose of teaching and let the kids bond (if that was the idea)

Say in A1 has 41 students (I don't even know how many kids there and I don't care) and the pussycats were expecting just 40. Well, make 2 groups where group A has 20, group B has 21. Everyone is included.

Again, what the fuck they were supposed to learn?

Hi @mikeellee 👋

It's definitely a great idea to play around with your characterisation of the pussycats especially because there is so little to them and they could be used to further improve the world building of mha.

The pussycats being problematic could be a great plot point having them be another example of the deep flaws of hero society. The pussycats are a hero group but they are also entertainers. They are entertainers first and heroes second and in my opinion that's evident in the way they present themselves with costumes that seem to be for show and nor suitable for fighting.

However, that doesn't mean that the pussycats can't fight or don't have valuable quirks like Tomoko's quirk search which was so conventional and valuable that all for one had to get his hands on it. The pussycats must of also been powerful to have held a title and job as heroes for a good number of years but maybe this is might be based on their public relations then their actual hero work.

That's to say the pussycats are problematic whether that be one of the members acting weird towards the boys in 1A but reducing it all to a mere gag.

While I do understand that this just like midnight's behaviour is all apart of their hero image and and act its worse that heroes who are in the 18+ category or well near that category would still do and say things like this to minors.

You also have mandalay and her questionable guardianship of kota. It's nothing like the others but I don't think that mandalay gave kota the support he needed and if that it due to her job ad a hero that further emphasises the point of the tough conditions there is to being a hero and the toxic standards.

Ultimately, making the pussycats have problematic elements that are highlighted within their character is a great idea.

Moving on to your second enquiry the ua training camp arc was supposed to do exactly that train the hero students by having them figure out their own weaknesses and letting them figure out what they want to focus on. While there are skills where everyone can develop like agility and strength which have been tested and were tested the moment they arrived.

The other days were spent on quirk strength and each individual stretching themselves to develop a better stamina.

Now you might say but why were the wild wild pussycats the ones to help them with this? And all I have to say is that I think that they are the ones in charge of the forest and they were probably the most available heroes at the moment to take care of the students.

I still think that It would of been better if each individual student got to try and get work experience in a hero agency through the summer and those that couldn't would be able to attend the summer camp. However, that wouldn't work or help the plot so it's understandable that this route wasn't taken.

1A has 20 students and 1B has around the same number. The mha summer camp could of been great to show the classes bonding and having 1b maybe understand what 1A went through and that they aren't stuck up at all. I think even if izuku was left alone it would of been nice to pair him up with someone from 1B like yangi who thinks he is creepy and cool and we could have them interact or just have izuku bond with 1B. That's not meaning that he isn't bonding with 1A but we need more 1B content in my opinion.

[gretavangroupie]

Vigilance (Chapter 19 Part 1)

Word count: 15.2k

Pairings: I'll just let you see for yourself...

Warnings: Alcohol, Gambling, Smoking, Marijuana, Cursing, Dramatic Themes. Smut Including: Kissing, Touching, Making Out, Light Degradation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Fingering, Name Calling, Edging, Mentions of Sub/Dom Themes, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration, Pet Names, Spanking. Angst Including: Jealousy, Possessiveness, Toxic Themes. Fluff.

If I missed any please let me know.

This story is a collaboration with my best pal @gretavanmoon.

Teaser Trailer

LATE FEBRUARY 2022

HER POV

“What’s taking so fucking long?” Sam urges, watching the baggage carousel spin round and round with no signs of your luggage.

“That’s what happens when you’re the last ones on the plane. Your luggage comes off last too.” Danny quips, tilting his head to the side in frustration.

“I… don’t think that’s how that works Danny…” you mumble to yourself with a laugh.

“It’s not my fault that traffic was bad Daniel! The Nashville airport is fucked on a good day!” he replies, tossing his hands into the air.

Elle stands to the side shaking her head at Sam’s annoyance and stares off at the small aircraft hanging from the ceiling. “How do you think they got that through the doors?” she asks, still staring at it.

“Isn’t it obvious? They took it apart piece by piece, walked it through the door and then put it back together.” Jake says sarcastically, tipping his sunglasses down.

Elle turns to face him, stepping closer to the both of you “You’re kind of a smart ass Jacob…” she replies. 

“If you want to talk about my ass, you’re better off on twitter, sweetheart.” he winks, and turns away smiling to himself.

“Jake!” you scoff, elbowing him in the side. He turns to you with a devilish grin and shrugs his shoulders. 

“Finally!” Sam exclaims, drawing your attention to the new luggage added to the belt. 

Jake steps forward grabbing your suitcase and his own. He insisted on new luggage before the trip, stating you would be doing a lot of traveling the next few months and good sturdy luggage was important. Why it had to match his, you weren’t sure, but it did make spotting it a whole lot easier. 

One by one you all grabbed your bags and made your way to the pick up area. You followed behind Richard, the bands new day to day manager appointed by the label, out to the pick up location, ready to load your things into the van to take you to the hotel.

You hadn’t spoken to Richard much. You weren’t even sure if he knew that he was your replacement. Did he know what happened with Jake? With Collective? You’d get to the bottom of that later, right now you were just along for the ride until one of the guys needed something. 

With stop and go traffic it took about ten minutes to get from the airport to the hotel. But it wasn’t a hotel at all, it was a resort. A massive one. “My god this place is huge!” you whisper, reading the sign that says ‘Mandalay Bay Resort’.

“Have you never been to Vegas, baby?” Jake asks, sliding his hand over your thigh.

“No…I haven’t. Not like this!” you reply.

Elle leans forward and whispers between the two of you, “It’s called sin city for a reason…”

—

After a quick check in, Jake presses the keycard to the door, and you hear the electronic lock open. A rush of cold air hits you as he pushes the hotel room door open. The afternoon sun is shining in a perfect yellow onto the large white bed linens. 

The curtains on the window are wide open revealing a perfect view of the strip, all flashing lights and streams of color, even in the light of the day. Plush chairs, a small desk and a mini bar line the walls. You kick your shoes off and collapse onto the fluffy king sized bed, letting out a sigh as your body sinks into the cloud of pillowy fabric.

Jake slides his boots off, and places his hat on the desk, before resting his knee on the edge of the bed and crawling over top of you. You let your arms rest behind your head as his mouth presses a kiss to your exposed neck. 

“Remember the last time we were in a hotel room together?” he asks.

“Mmm…In LA?” you ask.

“Not LA…” he says, sliding the sleeve of your shirt down your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Oh. Atlanta…the balcony…” you say, letting your mind fill with the memory.

“There you go…” he croons, kissing the now exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Looks like we don't have a balcony this time…” you say, turning your head to the window.

“Nope. I’m gonna have to get creative.”  he says, pulling your shirt back up over your shoulder and standing from the bed. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, desperate for his touch.

He adjusts himself in his pants, before offering you a hand up from the bed. “Figured we would go see the place before dinner. Do a little shopping. Explore a little…” he said.

“You’re a tease.” you state.

He raises his eyebrows and smiles, “Something about Vegas…”

—

With shopping bags scattered around the room, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, pulling up the zipper on your new dress. Seeing it in the shop window you insisted you didn’t need it, but after Jake practically forced you into the dressing room with it, you were walking out of the store with the dress in hand. 

“Fuck it looks better on you now than it did in the store.” he says, stepping up behind you, placing his hands on your bare shoulders. 

He wasn’t wrong, the navy blue satin sat perfectly on your body, the low neckline had a matching plunge in the back, leaving very little to the imagination. 

Sweeping your hair out of the way, he presses a kiss to your spine, sending chills down your back.

“Stop or we aren’t going to make it to dinner. Josh was really excited about this place.”

“Would skipping dinner really be such a bad thing? We could order room service instead…” he says, sliding his hand up the back of your thigh, and under the hem of your dress.

“Yes Jake. We came all the way to Vegas and you want to stay in the room? Imagine what we might miss out on? Plus I’m starving.” you say, shooing his hand away.

“Mmm…me too.” he growls.

Jake!” you scold.

“Alright, alright… Let’s go before I change my mind.” he says grumbling, tucking his wallet into his pocket.

—

It took three elevator changes to find the restaurant, tucked away in the furthest corner of the resort. Josh was practically buzzing with excitement, stating he watched reviews of every restaurant in the resort and this one was the best one. 

As the host led your group to the table, you took a seat with Jake in the middle of you and Elle. Sam sat across from you with Josh and Danny. The rest of the team opted for a night at the casino, leaving just your core group to wine and dine tonight.

After a few minutes the drinks began flowing, you and Elle selecting the specialty cocktail as the rest of the guys ordered their usual mixed drinks. Jake threw his arm around the back of your chair as he chatted with Sam, the pre-show anxiety beginning to set in for all of them. 

You rested your elbow on the table and placed your chin on your fist as you watched the two of them go back and forth for a few minutes. Sam’s hair had grown a touch longer, a sprinkling of a mustache beginning to grow in, transforming his face from the baby face you knew and loved into a much more striking and angular man's face. 

You bit your lips together, as you watched him speak, moving his hands in the way he so typically did when he had a bit to drink, and as his eyes flashed over to yours, he paused for just a touch longer than he should have before looking away. 

You swallowed nervously and turned to Jake, who was now caught up in conversation with Elle. Your eyes flashed back to Sam, his eyes trained on you. Neither of you said anything, but you kept your eyes locked on him as you rubbed your lips together to redistribute the gloss adorning them. His mouth parted slightly and you watched his tongue dart out over his lips, as if the phantom taste of you still lingered there. 

You broke your eyes away and noticed the waiter coming with the tray of steaming food. You tossed back the rest of your drink and ordered another as your plate was set in front of you. 

You felt Jake’s hand slide up your leg and settle there, his fingers giving you a quick pat on your inner thigh as he continued talking to Elle. Turning to look at him, you were met with the back of his head and turned back to your food, catching Sam’s eyes once again. 

He raised an eyebrow to you, before dramatically tossing his napkin into his lap. The waiter arrived with your drink, and you sipped half of it down, before grabbing your utensils and cutting into your dinner. 

A few minutes later you felt Jake’s hand move from your leg and pick up his drink, throwing back the rest of it with an exhale. 

“How is it my love?” he asks, picking up his own utensils.

“Delicious, but mine was hot when I ate it.” you say, making a subtle jab at his long winded conversation with Elle.

You hear Sam chuckle from across the table, and both of you look over at him.

“Something funny Sammy boy?” Jake asks.

“No, no. Nothing at all. He says, swirling his straw in his drink. 

Jake scoffs and places a kiss on your cheek before beginning to eat his meal. 

You let your hand rest on his thigh, as you enter into conversation with Josh, letting your hand slide further and further in as the minutes tick by. You feel his hand reach for yours, holding you steady before reaching the place you’re searching for. 

“Careful darlin’ or I’ll have to take you back to the room right now.” he growls into your ear.

You remove your hand and place it on your lap, laughing at the story Josh has been telling for the last twenty minutes. 

When the check is paid you are eager to get Jake back to your room, anxious for him to finish what he started earlier in the day. 

“We hitting the tables? The machines? What are we doing?” Danny asks.

“Slot machines baby!” Josh yells, the alcohol clearly working overtime in his system.

“I think I’m gonna go see about this hidden speakeasy.” Sam says, raising his eyebrows. “Any takers?”

“A hidden speakeasy you say?” Jake says, rubbing his chin.

You give him your best ‘No…back to the room’ eyes, but he doesn’t bite.

“Yeah, supposedly it’s tucked away and you have to know just where to go to find it. I did a little reconnaissance earlier today. I think I found it.” he says.

“You know I can’t turn down a little mystery…” Jake says, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, eyes pleading to take you back to the room once again, but still, he doesn’t fold.

“Eleanor?” Sam says, raising his eyebrow.

“Samuel…” she says, pushing away from the table.

“That’s what I thought.” he says, walking around to meet her.

You and Jake both push away from the table, and you grab your clutch from the chair.

“Just one drink. Then I’ll take you back…” he says, placing a kiss to the top of your hand. Your cheeks already flamed red from the alcohol,  grew three shades darker. 

—

Sam taps on the bookshelf three times and steps back. Tucked back in a dark corner of the resort corridor sat the bar he spoke of. ‘1923 Prohibition Bar’. The bookshelf swung open revealing a small lounge with dim lighting, a small bar and soft piano music. You all stepped inside and felt instantly transported to another time. 

“Okay this is fucking sick!” Sam said, making his way further inside, Elle trailing behind him.

You and Jake followed behind them, his hand resting on the small bare expanse of your lower back.

Making your way to the bar you each ordered a drink and settled yourself on the plush velvet couch and chairs near the piano. Jake sat next to you, and Elle next to him. Sam sat in the chair across from the three of you, crossing his legs at the knee as his foot bounced in time with the music. 

The drinks are suddenly hitting the four of you pretty hard, inhibitions lowered and guards down. You’re all laughing louder than you should be, and before you know it another round of drinks has been ordered.

You find yourself turning your body to rest into Jake’s side as you all continue to talk, sipping away at your gin fizz. 

“Let’s order a bottle of champagne!” Sam suggests.

“Oh yeah, good idea baby!” Elle encourages. “You like champagne, right Jake?” she says, dusting her fingers across his leg.

His eyes snap to her hand as his breath catches, “Oh, uh, yeah I like champagne.” he says.

Your eyes travel over to Sam who is smiling to himself as he speaks to the waitress, ordering the said bottle. 

Minutes later she is returning with a bucket of ice, a bottle of Veuve, and four champagne flutes. 

Sam pours up the glasses, distributing them to each of you before making a toast. “Here’s to the girls who do, and here’s to the girls who don’t. And here’s to the girls who say they will, but when the time comes, won’t.…”

Suddenly Jake speaks up, holding his glass out towards Sam, voice thick with desire, “But here’s to the girls most of all, who say they never will. I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t, I don’t… but just for you, I will.”

He turns to you, tapping your glass to his with a wink, as you sip the bubbles down. 

A silent look is exchanged between Sam and Jake in that moment. One you can’t quite decipher, despite how well you know both of them. You cast a glance at Elle, who is staring straight at you. 

“Come with me, Y/N. I have to pee.” she says, lifting her hand to yours.

She grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours as she pulls you towards the tiny bathroom, drinks in hand. 

Opening the small bathroom she locks the door behind you, and places her drink on the bathroom counter. Reaching behind her head she unclasps the halter top of her romper, letting it fall to the floor beneath her. 

Your eyes immediately flick to her chest, bare as they come, before you turn away to give her privacy. 

You hear her giggle, as she pees. “You don’t have to look away Y/N. It’s fine… I don’t mind you looking.” she pauses, standing up and flushing the toilet. “In fact, I’d be lying if I said I haven't had my eye on you all night, wondering what you look like under that dress.”

You turn to look at her, eyes filled with lust, “Oh…” you reply, feeling a blush creep up your face.

She steps closer to you, her top still hanging around her waist, “What, don’t be shy Y/N. We’re just having fun. I’ve always thought you were so pretty. So jealous of the way you looked. Your curves...” she said, running her finger down the strap of your dress, pressing her bare chest against your side. A tingle runs up your spine as her hardened nipple grazes your skin. 

“I can definitely see why Sam was so intoxicated by you, you’re a fuckin’ thrill, babe. Such a treat. I wouldn’t want to quit you either.” she finishes, refastening her top, and stepping over to the sink. 

Your cheeks are painted crimson at her confession, and your drunken mind is positively buzzing with the unknown. Your eyes lock with hers in the mirror, a familiar sensation thrumming in your stomach. 

“I can’t wait to see where this bottle of champagne takes us, it always was one of my favorites to get loose on.” she says, drying her hands. 

You lean against the wall, tossing back the rest of your glass, “Mine, too. It always makes me…so carefree…” you say, adding emphasis to your words. 

“Hmm. Did Sam know that? Must’ve ordered it on purpose…Carefree sounds like a good theme for the night, don’t you think?” she asks, twisting the lock on the door, and turning towards you. 

She brushes the hair off of your shoulder as her eyes drift up your body, “Let’s go get another drink hmm?”

She grabs your fingers and leads you back to the boys, still sitting in the place you left them. 

“Look at that, they ordered for us…” she says, bending over to grab the drinks from the table. She hands you yours, and clinks her glass to yours, “...now let’s have some fun...” she giggles, taking a place next to Jake. 

Sam is sitting watching Elle as she flits around the table, and your eyes catch sight of the piano across the way. 

“You think that thing is tuned correctly, Sammy?” you ask, motioning with your drink towards the old upright. 

“Shall we find out?” he says, standing and offering you his arm. 

You turn to look at Jake, eyes heavy and posture relaxed, as he gives you a lazy nod. 

You link arms with Sam and make your way over to the piano, positioning yourself on the small wooden bench. Sam sets his drink on top, and stretches his fingers over the keys. 

“What are you gonna play for me, Sammy?” you ask.

“What do you wanna hear babe?” he asks, pressing a few keys. 

“Mmm…something prohibition-y.” you giggle.

“What does that even mean? How about something bluesy instead. That is in my inebriated wheelhouse.” he laughs.

“Whatever you want, as long as it’s for me.” He turns to you, locking eyes like he wants to say something, but instead bites his lips together. 

The notes begin to ring out in the small bar, everyone's head turning at the sound of his perfect playing. The piano was, in fact, in tune. 

You lean into his side and whisper into his ear, “What is this? I recognize it.”

“It’s called Rhapsody in Blue…it’s Gershwin. One of the ones I play late at night if I can’t sleep. Probably why you recognize it.” he says.

“I like it. It’s pretty.” you say.

“You’re pretty.” he says, nuzzling his face into your ear. “And look at that… you’re in blue.”

You glance down to your dress, “Oh, yeah I am…” you blush.

“Told you it’s for you. Pretty song for my pretty girl.” he breathes into your ear.

You let your hand slide onto his lap, far closer than it should, but as you look behind you, you see Jake and Elle in quite a similar state. Her hand on his arm as she talks closely. You feel a flame of heat rise in your chest, but quickly stifle it back down. 

“You know… Elle told me the same thing in the bathroom.” you say.

“I bet she did. She is…quite fond of you. Can’t say I blame her.” he replies.

“So she said. Flirty little thing. Said she knew why you were intoxicated by me…” you whisper.

“Mmm…Intoxicated…beguiled…completely bewitched… If only she knew, huh, babe…” he said, looking behind his shoulder. “In fact…C'mere…” he said, pulling you into his lap. “Put your hands on mine, like we used to.”

As you went to look over your shoulder he stopped you, “They’re in their own little world…Let’s stay in ours for a little while longer...Let me play you another, lover.”

His soft words pierced you right through the heart and you knew nothing could drag you away from him and this moment. You placed your hands on his as he began to move them across the keys, a deep hum of whispered lyrics filling your ear as he sang along to the tune his fingers were producing, in a song meant only for your ears.

‘My funny valentine…

Sweet comic, valentine…

You make me smile with my heart…’

Your heart constricted when you realized exactly what he was singing, and even worse, why. He rested his cheek on your arm as his voice continued to croon the sweet sentimental tune, a low deep grumble of poetic words sang straight from the heart.

‘Your looks are laughable…

Unphotographable…

Yet you’re my favorite work of art…’

You let your fingertips run the length of his skilled fingers, taking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

He bounced his leg softly in time to the music, causing your breath to catch in your throat. 

“Sam…” you said, the friction against your center causing your head to spin.

“Just feel it baby, we don’t have much longer.” he said, pressing his cheek to your shoulder once more as he continued to glide across the keys. You felt his eyelashes flutter closed against your arm, and you did the same, fully taking in the moment here with him, unsure if something like this could or would ever happen again. As the song draws to a close, he sings the final words, directly into your ear, causing a shiver to run the length of your spine.

‘Stay little valentine, stay…

Each day is valentines day…’

Letting the song resonate with you, you reopened your eyes and you looked again, seeing Jake talking to Elle, closer now than even a few minutes ago and bit your cheek. You pulled your hand away from Sam’s bringing his with yours to settle at the top of your thigh.

“Mmm…” he groans, feeling the heat radiating between your legs. “The most tempting sin, but I can’t finish the song one handed without drawing attention.” he said, pulling his hand back to the keys as his fingers swiped quickly over your center.

“Sammy…” you breathe, rolling your hips just a touch as he continues the slow crooning piano notes. 

“Fuck…Don’t. We can’t…” he whines. 

“What was it Jake said earlier…I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t, I don’t…” you tease.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathes, as you attempt to stand from his lap but his arm wraps around your waist pulling you back down onto his now hardening bulge.

“I feel you…” you say.

“You’re not shocked are you, baby? Give me a minute. Let me have you, if only like this.” he says, playing another short nameless tune with his free hand.

His hand drops and moves to rest on your thigh, sliding up your leg as his finger tips barely dust the place where the hem of your panties should be.

“No panties with this dress? And he gets you all to himself…” he teases, pulling his hand back.

“Maybe it wasn’t for him…” you say, standing up and adjusting your dress.

He stands after you, placing his arm around your waist and pulling you close to let his lips meet your ear one last time, “Stay, little valentine…” 

You swallow heavily as you meet his eyes, a silent conversation starting and finishing as you make your way to the bar. 

JAKE POV 

“What do you think he’s gonna play?” Elle asks you, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“If I had to guess… he will play something he knows by heart, because he’s three sheets to the wind.” you laugh. “So that gives us about five options.”

“Is that true for you too? Can you still play when you’re drinking?” she asks, turning more to face you. 

You smirk, “I only play when I’ve been drinking...” 

“Of course.” she smirks back. 

You both turn to look towards the piano as Sam starts playing, “Ah, Rhapsody. Should have known.” you say, gesturing towards him. “Always plays that. Swear it was the only thing he would play for months after he learned it.” 

You turn your attention back to Elle, her dark curls framing her face in the dim light of the bar. “Do you need another drink?” you ask, shaking your glass.

“I’ll have what you’re having, and don’t go easy on me.” she says. 

You click your tongue on your teeth, “I never go easy.”

A few minutes later you are returning to the couch, Sam and Y/N still laughing away at the piano. You hand Elle her glass and raise yours to hers, tapping them together.

“Whiskey, huh?” she says, drinking it down with ease. You watch her throat swallow down the liquid, sending a chill through your body.

“Familiar with it?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Raised on it.” she quips.

“Good woman.” you offer.

“Your brother seems to think so.” she smiles, raising her eyebrows.

“My brother has good taste.” you quip.

“Maybe she’s the one with good taste.” she says, looking over to Y/N and sipping the amber liquid.

“I’d have to agree.” you say sipping your drink.

“You may be the rockstar but she’s the smoke show.” she says.

“I’ve loved that woman since I was sixteen years old, before I was ever a rockstar. But she has always been a smoke show. Somehow she loves me back.” you reply.

“How could she not?” she says placing her hand on your arm, causing you to turn your head. “Quiet, mysterious, alluring… what’s not to like?”

A rush travels through your body, something exciting and familiar.

“It’s okay to feel Jake. Feelings are free. It’s when you act on them that there’s a price to pay.” she says, letting her hand fall to your leg.

You feel the blood start to rush to your groin and you look over at Y/N, now sitting on Sam’s lap as he plays a song you know all too well.

A pang of jealousy shoots through you and you let out a strangled breath, torn between tearing Y/N away from Sam, and staying here with Elle trying to regain control of your dick. 

“You two are cute, you know. So innocent. At least, she is…For some reason you don’t quite strike me as innocent. Are you? Innocent, Jake?” she asks.

You swallow, “In what way?” you answer.

“Don’t play coy with me Jake... I’ve seen you on stage. You know what way…The only way that counts.” she says, letting her hand slide up your thigh, turning closer to your face. 

“Oh, you’re sparkly… come here.” she says, pulling you towards her. 

Her thumb swipes over your cheek, and as you breathe in, your senses are flooded by the smell of her perfume. So smokey, so different from Y/N’s. You let your eyes roll back in your head as her chest presses against you. Images of her body flash through your head, and the way her tits are pressed against you has you positively reeling. 

Fuck. Pull it together Jake. 

She sits back down holding her thumb out, “Just glitter…” she says, flicking it into the air and locking eyes with you. Suddenly you felt something you hadn’t ever felt for Elle. 

The blood is rushing and there is nothing you can do to stop it. It’s too late, and now Y/N and Sam are walking towards you. You cross your legs in an attempt to conceal your growing boner, but you’re sure it’s no use. 

“Baby!” Elle says, jumping up to wrap her arms around Sam. 

“You almost ready babe? I can’t wait on you all night!” he jokes.

“Yeah, let me just say bye to Y/N and Jake, and we can go.”

You watch as Elle grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her into a hug. A far more intimate hug than you expected to witness, and as Elle whispers something into Y/N’s ear, you watch her cheeks grow pink and you feel your dick beginning to throb once again. 

Elle steps away, and walks towards you with a smirk. She kneels on the couch next to you and leans into your ear,  “Bye Jake... Take care of my girl tonight…and if you can’t… call me and I’ll do it.” 

You let out a huff, and look at Sam who shrugs his shoulders and laughs. He presses a kiss to Y/N’s cheek and tells her he will see her tomorrow and just like that the two of them disappear through the hidden door. 

You try to regain your composure as you toss back the rest of your drink. 

“You good Jake? You look flushed.” she says, stepping in front of you. 

You wrap your hand around the back of her thigh and pull her close to you. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her eyes are dark as they connect with yours, “Take me upstairs and I’ll show you.”

—

Hand in hand you whisked her through the never ending corridors of the resort, searching for the elevator that would deposit you at your room. Your blood was rushing through your body like a roaring rapid, your dick pounding so hard you could hear it in your head. You made no effort to conceal it, it was no use.

Finally tapping the key card to the door you barrel through pulling her in behind you. The door barely slams shut before you’re grabbing her neck and pulling her lips to yours as you press her to the door. Her hands wind into your hair as your tongue swipes across her lips, begging for entry. 

As her lips part you bring your hands to the straps of her dress gently sliding the silky fabric over her shoulders to reveal her bare chest. Swiping your fingers across her chest you slap at her hardened nipples causing a moan to leave her lips. 

“Beautiful.” you breathe.

Your hands make their way to her side pulling down the zipper and watching as the dress falls from her body and cascades to the floor. You pull away from her, taking in the sight of her, “What do we have here? No panties…tsk tsk…” you say, swiping a finger through her core. 

“All for you baby…” she coos. 

“Is it? All for me…” you ask, spinning her around and tossing her to the bed. 

You grab her foot, gently unbuckling her shoe and tossing it to the floor. “You seemed all too pleased to leave me there on the couch…”

You drop her leg and grab the other, repeating the action of removing her shoe. 

She sits up on her elbows, “I don’t know love, you seemed pretty happy on that couch from the looks of it.” 

You drop her foot to the floor as you unbuckle your belt, sliding it through the loops of your pants. 

“Hmmm… Is that what you think?” you say, tossing the belt on the bed. 

She turns to look at it laying next to her, then back up to you. 

You raise your eyebrow in acknowledgement, “Answer carefully.”

“Or what?” she challenges.

You shake your head as you unbutton your slacks, letting them drop to the floor, as you pull your shirt over your head. 

“I’m waiting…” you say.

“She’s pretty Jake. I don’t blame you.” she says, parting her legs.

“That she is…but she’ll never be you.” you say, crawling between her spread legs. 

You lean over her, taking her nipple between your lips, and biting softly as you pull away. Her back arches up off of the bed, a clear sign she is almost where you want her.

“She wanted to take you home tonight…” you continue.

“I know she did.” she says, pressing a kiss to your throat.

“Yeah? She tell you what she told me?” you growl.

“I don’t know, what did she tell you?” she asks, reaching between you and fisting your length.

A fire ignites in your chest, and suddenly all coherent thoughts are gone. “You first...”

You run a finger through her slit, collecting the wetness as you circled her clit. “Go on. Tell me.” A whimper leaves her lips as you circle her bud.

“In the bathroom…she– she said she wanted to know what I looked like under my dress. Said she was– was jealous of my curves…Thinks I’m pretty…” she whined.

“Yeah but you didn’t show her…Did you. You didn’t show her because you know this is mine.” you say, pressing a kiss to her chest. 

“She was naked. In the bathroom…I tried not to look…” she confessed.

“But you wanted to, didn’t you baby?” you say, coaxing the truth from her. 

“Yeah. I did…” she pauses. “Then as we were leaving…” she whines as you slip a finger inside of her.

“Fuck Jake…” she groans, “She said she could make me feel good… if I would let her…”

Fuck me…

“Yeah? She say that? Make your pussy nice and wet?” you growl.

She didn’t answer, but you could see it written on her face. “I watched you blush. I wondered what she said. I know you want to let her, too.” you said, working another finger into her. 

“You wanna know what she said to me?” you ask.

“Yes…” she breathes.

“Told me that if I couldn’t take care of you, she would…Now, where would she get the idea that I can’t take care of you? What would make her think that? Any idea, sugar?” you quip, curling your fingers up into her.

“No! No, I never said that!” she says through a strangled moan. 

“You sure? You need a refresher on who takes care of you?” you ask, working her sweet spot. 

“Fuck Jake…” she cries. 

“A reminder of who fucking owns you?” you seethe. 

“Yes! Yes, please Jake! You own me...” she begs.

You pull your fingers from her abruptly, placing them on her tongue, pressing down into the back of her throat. “That’s fucking right. I do. You’re mine. Suck.” 

She closes her lips around your fingers sucking her arousal from your fingertips, causing your dick to grow impossibly harder. 

You pull your fingers from her mouth and bring them to rest around her throat. “Now, you weren’t a very good girl tonight, were you?” you ask.

Her eyes water, sparkling in the lamp light. She shakes her head and a sly smile crosses her lips. 

“How should we correct that? Make sure you don’t slip up and find yourself on my brothers’ lap again?” you ask.

She slowly licks her tongue over her lips, “I don’t know but make it hurt.” she says, voice filled with want.

“Make it hurt, she says… Careful what you wish for my love.” you say, grabbing her waist and spinning her to her front. 

“All fours.” you say, slapping her ass. 

She quickly manages to find herself on all fours, waiting patiently for you to make your next move. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, this side of you not coming out too often.

You drag a finger through her wetness, circling her clit again as you press your tip to her center. 

“No panties… No panties… and to think you sat like that, hot and wanting on Sam’s lap. Do you think he knew you were wet for his girlfriend?” you ask, pushing inside of her. 

A moan filled the space of the room as you felt her constrict around you. “You like that? You like talking about Elle as I fuck you?” you say, beginning to snap your hips into her. 

“I don’t know Jake, do you like talking about Elle while you fuck me?” she quips. 

Your hand comes down across her ass with a searing sting, causing a moan to ripple out of her. 

“Watch your mouth or I’ll find a better use for it.” you warn. 

You press your hand into her back, forcing her to rest her chest on the bed, giving your deeper access inside of her. “Fuck me… you feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking wet for me, goddamn…” you groan.

“How do you know it’s all for you?” she says. 

“What did I just tell you?” you snap.

You begin to fuck into her harder, sweat dripping from your chest. 

“Do something about it.” she coaxes.

You snap your hand across her ass once again, “I told you to watch your mouth. Clearly this isn’t getting the point across.”

She reaches out to her side, hand searching for the belt you tossed earlier. Her hand finally finds purchase and grasps it in her fist. 

“This.” she breathes. 

“This, she says. She begs for the belt, does she? Want me to take you over my knee and help you remember who’s in charge here?” you ask.

“Yes. Please, please!” she begs.

“And she thought you were innocent…” you mumble.

“I’m not. I never was.” she urges.

You pull out of her with a hiss, flipping her over and pulling her up to meet you. 

“You sure baby? Once I start there’s no going back.” you warn, looking into her lust filled eyes..

“I’m sure.” she says, pressing her lips to yours. 

You grab the belt in your fist, flipping her back to her stomach, and pulling her down the bed. You step off the bed, positioning yourself behind her, rubbing your hand over her already pink ass, before swinging the belt down with a hard crash. 

“Fuck…” she cries out, the red welt already forming across her pebbled skin. 

Your dick is throbbing to be back inside of her, but part of you knows she wants this. Needs this. To feel completely owned by you.

“Tell me to keep going Y/N.” you say.

“Please Jake…” she begs.

“Say it. Say the words.” you demand.

“Keep going Jake. Do it again.” she whines.

With a deep breath you rear back and let the leather whip against her red skin in another harsh crack. You toss the belt to the floor, spinning her to her back and pressing forward into her. “Fuck. You’re so tight Y/N. So gorgeous. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you only want me.” you beg.

“I’m yours! I’m yours Jake! I– I’m sorry I– didn’t mean to make you jealous I just…” she stammers.

“I’m not jealous. I just…I fucking love you Y/N. Need you.” you say, feeling her tighten against you. “Cum for me. Show me you’re mine. Show me who makes you feel this good. Who takes care of you!” 

She pulls your neck down and crashes her lips to yours as she lets go, warmth washing over you as her body tightens around you. As you lean into her neck you're transported back to the bar, the smell of Elle’s perfume swirling through your brain. Y/N’s description of her in the bathroom. The advances you watched her make. It all had you crumbling towards your release. 

You pull out of her constricting grip before pounding into her one last time as you spill yourself inside of her. “Oh fuck…” you groan, feeling her continuing to pulse around you. “Fuck Y/N… Anything you want…Anything. Just say the word.” you pant. 

You collapse on top of her, pulling her close to you. Both of you struggling to catch your breath as you soften inside of her. 

You roll off of her, watching your release spill from between her legs, sending your mind reeling. Did you really just think of Elle as you came? What the fuck was that about?

You walk into the bathroom and start the shower, Y/N joining you a few minutes later. You take special care to soothe the tender skin you laid into earlier, never knowing that was something she wanted. As you wrap her in the fluffy hotel towel and send her into the bedroom, you let your mind travel far away wondering what else she may want, but won't tell you.

—

Pulling the blankets over your shower warmed bodies, you bring her into your side, letting her wet hair cascade across the pillow.

“I love you Jake, more than anything. Anyone in the world.” She says. 

“I love you Y/N. Forever, I swear. Nothing could take me away from you.” You reply.

“I hope I wasn't too…rough with you. I know we’ve never done that before.” you whisper. 

“You weren’t. It was perfect.” she replied.

“I just… don’t know what you’re comfortable with sometimes.” you admit. “I never want to do anything you’re not completely comfortable doing.”

“I would tell you if I didn’t want to, baby. I swear. Plus, I kind of liked that side of you.” she grins.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah. You’re hot and you’re all mine.” she says, kissing your collarbone.

“That I am. I meant what I said though. If there’s…anything you want…You just have to tell me okay?” you say.

“Same for you, you know…” she replies, rolling to turn off her lamp. She settles back into your side, throwing her leg over yours. 

You run your fingers over her ribs, circling your favorite spot as you exhale. “As long as you’re there, nothing is off the table.”

—

SAM POV

“Sammy babe…wake up…” the sound of Elle’s slightly scratchy voice startled you from an intense dream. “Time to get going, lover…” she cooed in your ear, pushing fallen hair from your face. 

“My head…it’s pounding…help me Elle I need an IV…” you blubbered, refusing to open your eyes. She scoffed and laughed. “Did we drink champagne and liquor last night?” You mumbled. 

She popped up from the bedside, flitting about the room as you slowly peeped your eyes open. She was fingering through her suitcase, in nothing but a crisp white towel, her hair piled up in a towel on her head. 

“Yes, we did. That was your idea, Einstein. Knowing you have a show tonight. Come on, Sam.” She said, not turning her attention to you. 

“Why did you let me do that? I feel like shit.” You said, sitting up on your elbows. She rejoined you on the bed, letting her damp towel fall to the floor before she snuck back under the covers beside you. 

She pushed your shoulder back down to hit the pillow, the motion making your head spin a little. “Well, Y/N told me it was always her favorite thing to get drunk on…said it made her feel carefree…” she went on, trailing her fingertip up and down your chest, not helping the fact that your morning wood was already raging just from seeing her naked body. 

“My guess is you remembered that fact about her…decided to give her no choice but to have some…let her guard down a bit…” her finger dipped down under the sheets, lightly tracing your dick that was already at full attention. “Am I right, Sammy?” 

You swallowed hard, your head and your dick pounding. You ran over the thought in your head. “I was just, trying to celebrate. Y’know, being in Vegas, and stuff…” her hand began more intense movement, gripping with a bit more force now. 

“Mmm, I think you’re lying to me, baby. Tell me the truth.” She whispered, mouth ghosting your ear. 

“I might have…remembered that fact, from a long time ago…” you managed, falling apart at her soft but firm touch. Her hand began moving steadily up and down now, slowly but surely. 

Elle giggled in your ear. “Well, I think it worked. I saw you two having fun on the piano over there…looked very carefree…”

Shit. 

“We didn’t, it was nothing, Elle..I prom-”

Her hand left your length, and instead her fingertip found your lips, effectively hushing you. You felt a groan leave your chest at the loss of contact. “Shh, Sam. It’s okay. I told you it’s okay, remember? I like watching you flirt with her…” 

Her hand returned under the sheets as you arched back into her grip, finding her momentum again as she palmed you. 

“Mmm, do you, baby? Like to watch me talk to her, touch her, make her get all flustered?” You went on, turning slightly to pull her up to sit on you. Your hands found her hips, squeezing them in the place you knew she liked. 

“I still remember all the ways to turn her on…made some of them up myself, you know. Learned what she likes and doesn’t…what made her go insane for me…” 

She leaned down to tower over you, your hands now finding her breasts as she rolled her hips over you. “Tell me, Sammy. Tell me what turns her on, makes her excited.”

Your headache was fading away, as all the blood had now rushed to another part of your body. Elle reached up and took her hair free from the towel, letting the long wet strands fall across her shoulders and back. Fucking gorgeous. Her hand snaked up your stomach and cupped around your throat, squeezing lightly as her eyes bored into yours. Your head flew back into the pillow at the contact. 

“She likes that. She likes that a lot.” You huffed out. “She loved it when I wrapped my hand around her throat, made her eyes water…made her beg…” 

“Mmhmm, go on…” Elle said, continuing to grind on you. 

“She liked being talked to, adored, told how good she was doing…always did so well for me…” you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. “She liked when I would control her, take over the reins, give her no choice but go with it. Drove her wild.”

Just then Elle sat up, letting you enter her all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. “God, fuck me, Elle…” you strangled out as she began to bring herself up and down on you. She brought her mouth down to your neck, lightly nipping at the skin. 

“So she liked for you to fuck her just how I like you to, hmm? That’s really sweet…” she said. 

“Ha, there was nothing sweet about it, baby. Only sweet sometimes…fuck you’re killing me…” she began to pick up her pace as your hands dug into the bedsheets. “You’re so perfect, Elle, I swear to God.” 

“Oh, so she liked it slow and sweet, too, then? Like this?” She steadied her movements, right as you were about to topple over the edge. “She didn’t like it rough all the time, did she? Liked for you to go slow, let her feel you…did you make love to her Sammy?”

Her words hit you in the guts. How the hell can you answer that? You decided to change up the question. 

“She did…like it slow sometimes, yeah.” You flipped Elle over on her side as you parted her legs, sliding one underneath you and one over your hip as you faced each other, lying on your sides. You reentered her, hitting a whole new angle and giving you more access to be in control. 

“She liked for me to move her hips for her…hit her impossibly deep…” you groaned as you drove yourself into Elle, keeping eye contact as you spoke. You lifted her leg into the crook of your elbow and held it there, spreading her wide. 

“Sammy, shit, you’re so deep...” her face was absolutely wrought with bliss, her mouth hanging open as she hung onto your every word. 

You stayed there, letting her feel you brush against her cervix as you began to feel her muscles contracting around you. 

“That’s all I’ve got, baby. Right there. Can you feel me there?” You asked as your hand left her leg for a second and felt her stomach, matching your palm to where you lay deep inside her. 

“Yeah, yes I feel you there…god baby…” she breathed. 

You returned to holding her leg for her. “If I keep going like this, you won’t like me later. You’ll be able to feel it for days, Elle.” You warned, knowing that hitting her that deep in this position might make her incredibly sore. 

“I don’t care, just do it, I need you there, fuck, just keep going.” She was gasping for air as you started your movements again, trying to hold back slightly and not hurt her. “I wanna feel you for days, Sammy…watch you up on stage knowing you destroyed me, make it hurt to walk…please…” 

Goddamn, this woman…

You followed her instruction, rolling in and out of her, staying buried deep and hitting her as far as you could go. Her sounds became more strangled as you felt her drawing closer to her release, pulling your hair and whimpering into your mouth as she let the white hot heat rush over her, sending her entire body into a fit of shakes and seizes. Her cries could probably be heard from the hallway of the hotel, but you didn’t care. 

You were following close behind, your release shuddering through your body, low and blinding, as her hand reached between you to squeeze your balls, making your orgasm all the more intense. 

The two of you stayed in the position while you regained composure, a mess of sweat and limbs as you peered into each other's eyes. 

“You know I love the hell out of you, right baby?” You said, still out of breath. 

She placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Yes I do. And you know I’m always coming home to you. I’m yours. I swear to it, babe.” 

You smiled as you disconnected from her, standing to wipe your face with your hands. You glanced back to her satisfied body, still wrapped up in the sheets, hair damp and tangled. 

“You’re a damn angel, Eleanor. I’m getting in the shower. Gotta go play music for some band called Metallica.” 

——

“Win anything last night, Daniel?” You asked as you approached him backstage, the four of you gathering to reconvene for soundcheck at the stadium. 

“Hell no! Got my ass handed to me on the slots. Josh won $600, though.” He responded, walking toward the stage. 

“I sure as shit did! Hit big on the poker table, too. But I put it right back in. Ha ha!” He rubbed his hands together. 

“Sounds like you guys had a good time then. I for one am extremely hungover.” Jake went on, rubbing his eyes underneath his sunglasses. 

“Same. I feel rough. I drank like 4 coffees and three bottles of water today, nothing has helped. I’m about to hair-of-the-dog it.” You admitted, feeling better than you did this morning, but still not up to par. “I think I need a nap. A back massage, and a nap.”

“Well hell, what did you two get into last night? Stay at the speakeasy all night? A few too many?” Josh asked, fluffing his hair with his fingers. 

You glanced to Jake more quickly than you’d ever glanced before, being met with him doing the same. 

“Yeah, we…drank too damn much. Then Sam had the bright idea to order champagne. We were…having a good time…” Jake said, letting his voice trail off. 

“Ohh, is that right. A good time. Were Elle and Y/N with you all night too?” Daniel inquired, bringing his knowing eyes to yours, licking below his bottom teeth. 

“Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’. 

Daniel raised his eyebrows and walked closer to you. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll hang out with you guys, tonight, huh Sam?” He elbowed you in the ribs. 

You began soundcheck, and pushed through your hangover with ease. All you could think about was getting some food, heading back to the room, cranking the AC, and sleeping for a couple of hours before you had to come back. 

After wrapping up and placing your bass back in the case, you were standing talking to the guys, making plans for the evening after the show. The plan was to hit the casino again, mingle around the hotel and celebrate. 

“What time is it?” You asked. 

“10:22.” Jake responded, pulling out his phone. 

“Perfect. I can sleep for a little bit.” 

You pulled Daniel to the side, away from your brothers. “Listen, I know you said you want to hang out with us tonight, but. If…things actually go where I think they were headed last night, I…you might maybe want to stay with Josh. Maybe.” You stammered out. 

Daniel grinned from ear to ear. “Hah! I knew it. I put a bug in your brain the other day, didn’t I?”

“Shut up. Maybe. It was kind of…already presenting itself. Anyway. I hate you for not ever telling me about your wild past with Heidi. But now, I don’t know. Maybe I need your help. Maybe not. I don’t know.” You truly were swimming in uncharted waters. 

“Don’t worry about it, Sam. There’s nothing that can go wrong, just. Respect boundaries. Talk, listen. You know. Communicate.” He went on, lying a hand to your shoulder. Suddenly reality hit him in the face. “Holy shit Sam, is this really happening though?! Is…Jake…going too?”

“I said I don’t know, Daniel! Fuck! The way things were last night, and the way Elle talked…I…it could? Things got, extremely flirty. Between…” you gestured your head toward Jake. 

“What? Him and Elle?” He asked, whispering. 

“They were in awfully close quarters, man. And Y/N, god, she was. Definitely in my realm. This is just. I can’t fucking wrap my head around it.” You said, pulling your sunglasses back down over your eyes, the sun beating down a little too hard. 

“Ok, I’ll force Josh to go do other things, as soon as you give me the word. I’ll drag him to a comedy show or some shit.” Daniel said. 

You sighed, thankful. “Thank you, Daniel. I love you. This is weird.”

“Love you too. Sure is.” He laughed as you walked back to meet with Jake and Josh. 

The four of you hurriedly started to head back to the hotel, and you were already queueing up a doordash order. Suddenly, Richard was by your sides, clipboard and laptop in hand. 

“Ok guys, so now we’re going to head to side stage to do a radio interview. We’ll be set up at that table, there, and it’ll be all four of you. See you in ten.” He said. 

“Wait, what? What radio interview?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, I don’t…remember hearing anything about an interview…” Josh followed up. 

“It was added to your schedules last minute. I sent you all an email this morning.” Richard said flatly. 

“Email? You’re joking right? We don’t check that shit!” You added, maybe a little too nonchalantly. 

“Well, maybe you should start. It’s going to be our main port of communication from now on.” Richard stated. 

“Why can’t you just, I don’t know, text us?” Jake said with heavy sarcasm. “That’s what our last coordinator did. Made things really easy.”

Richard walked toward Jake, cutting him off before he could make another suggestion. “Yes and your last coordinator was fired, wasn’t she, Mr. Kiszka? For inappropriate behavior with a band member, if I remember correctly. And texting isn’t appropriate behavior. We’ll talk through email, just like corporate asks. I suggest you turn on your notifications.” And with that, he was gone. 

Uh oh, that was definitely not the right thing to say to Jake right now. 

You were all stunned into silence as you collectively looked to Jake, his fists balled and his lips pursed. You could feel the negative energy flowing off of him. 

“Okay, well he’s a fucking asshole!” Danny piped up. 

“Yeah, a real peach.” Was all Jake could manage, quietly. 

Josh rubbed the bridge of his nose. “God, I wish we had some say in who the hell they hire for us. Anyway, let’s just get through this interview. Hopefully it will be a short one.”

“It better be. Or I’m changing the entire setlist to only songs with keys because I don’t feel like standing up.” You whined, semi-serious. 

“Maybe you should have played the drums, then.” Danny laughed, punching you in the gut. “Suck it up.”

—

Luckily, the interview only lasted about twenty minutes, and you were happy to be on your way back to the hotel, ready to fight your hangover. You ordered your food for delivery, got to your room, stripped down to your boxers, and cranked the air conditioning to arctic. 

You

11:15am: Hey babe, hope you’re having fun with Y/N. I’m gonna eat and take a giant nap. I have an alarm set. See you in a few hours. I love you! 

You turned your alarm up loud, and set your phone to do not disturb. You ate your food in under five minutes, and curled up into the plush and cozy sheets to let dreamland take over. 

Your sleep was dreamless, and when you were finally awoken by a knock on the door, you found yourself in the exact same position you’d fallen asleep in. Good sleep. You heard the knock again, and drug yourself from the bed to look through the peephole. You opened the door quickly. It was Elle. 

“Hey baby, you okay?” You asked, eyes still adjusting to the hallway light. 

“Yes, just forgot my keycard in here. How was your nap?” She asked, lying a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“It was perfect. I feel a ton better.” You glanced to the clock on the table; you’d slept for two and a half hours. Just enough to get you through the rest of the night. 

“Good baby, I’m glad. I’m still pretty hungover, myself but. I’m making it.” Elle laughed. She sat down hard on the bed, removing her shoes and clothes. “My turn to nap, now.” She hopped to the top of the bed where you had just been, covering herself up. 

“Y/N is busy backstage helping the crew. She still feels a little bit weird being around everybody after she technically got fired, but. They’re treating her normally, thank god. I think they missed how she ran things, to be honest.”

“Well, that’s good. Hopefully she will still get to keep doing some of that, now that we know about Richard.” You said, standing to stretch and clean up your food trash from earlier. 

“What about Richard?” She asked. 

“Oh, just that we learned he’s a power-hungry corporate dickwad in the first two minutes we were with him today. I hope he treats Y/N well. He already pissed Jake off once, would hate to see that happen again.”

No, you wouldn't, actually. 

“Well fuck, that sucks! You’ll have to tell Y/N to watch out for him.” Elle responded, yawning. 

“I think Jake already did, or he was going to maybe after tonight when he could talk in private. Honestly, the whole crew would go to bat for her if something were to be said, anyway.” You said. 

“Good.” Elle said, cuddling her face in her pillow. “You ready for tonight?” She asked. 

Your brain went on autopilot for a second. You climbed back over to the bed, brushing Elle’s pretty waves from her face. “For the show? Or for after…” you insinuated. 

“Hmm…both…” she purred. 

“The show? Yes. The after party? Absolutely…” you went on, bending down to touch your lips to hers. “And what are the plans, exactly?”

She turned to her side, facing the wall away from you. “Mmm, I guess we’ll just have to see where the night takes us, won’t we baby?”

——

HER POV

“Y/N, you’re still going to check out our stage fits, right?” Danny said as he spun quickly across the floor, posing to show off his brand new outfit. 

Well, you hadn’t thought about it much, if you were being honest. 

You stood from your place on the couch. “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to! I don’t think Richard would want to fix your cuffs and tuck your sleeves, would he?” You joked, brushing across his broad shoulders. 

He smiled. “I don’t think he would do half the things you used to do for us, actually.” 

“I think you’re right. I haven’t been around him much yet, but he seems like he sucks.” You responded as you turned Danny around to inspect the back of his outfit. 

“He does. I hope you step all over his toes. Nothing he can do to you. You belong to us now.” He went on in a joking growl that made you giggle. 

“Oh, I belong to you now, huh?” You stepped back, laughing. 

“Yep. You’re not going anywhere, babe.” He answered with a wink. 

“You look perfect, Daniel.” You said, admiring his outfit. 

“You look perfect!” He spun away again, heading straight for the drink cart. Oh. That was, sweet. 

Just then Josh bounded into the space, filling the area with a radiant energy. “I would say it’s my turn to be checked out, but you’ve probably already done that without my knowledge.” He looked to you in question. 

“Ah, guilty. You have been dressed and ready for like three hours, Josh.” You admitted. “You look extremely handsome. I really love that suit.” 

Black with shiny gold embellishments, and he had it unzipped just enough to show some skin.  

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He said as he kissed your cheek. “I’m really happy you’re back with us. So is Jake. Seriously, you’re still making things so much easier for us.” 

“I’m glad to be here Josh. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, parroting Danny’s words. 

“Hey, where’s Elle? I need her to finish putting my rhinestones on like, quickly.” He asked, looking around. He found her seated in the corner, adorning her own face with stones and sparkles. 

“Hey! Can you finish me up? You watched as he sat cross-legged in front of her, patiently waiting to get the rest of his signature look completed. Her hands worked quickly but diligently, using extreme concentration as she glued and stuck the rhinestones exactly where he had mapped them out for her. 

You watched as she smiled at his candid talk, goofed with him while she stayed transfixed on the task at hand. Her long hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned into him, making sure the rhinestones fell exactly where they needed to. She sat back and examined her work, comparing each of his cheeks to see that they mirrored one another, then went right back in to her work. You watched as her eyes flitted from side to side, and she stuck out the tip of her tongue ever so slightly when she’d need the extra bit of concentration. Her hand balanced on his cheekbone, and the other on his knee.

“Damn, you’d think Elle was the famous one in the room, not us.” You heard Sam’s sardonic voice break you from your daydream. You felt his mouth come close to the back of your ear. “I know she’s gorgeous, but you might wanna pick your jaw up off the floor before someone notices you staring at her…” he mumbled before stepping away to make a drink with Danny. 

Fuck, Sam. 

You regained your composure, unaware how on earth you got so flustered just by watching Elle. The next thing you knew, Jake was by your side, scooping you and dipping you low to the ground, laying a wet kiss to your lips. The disorientation from watching Elle, to having Sam in your ear, to Jake turning you upside down and kissing you with more passion than was necessary in company was enough to make your head spin. 

When he brought you back up, you caught Elle’s eyes, a devious grin creeping to her face. “You look gorgeous today, baby.” Jake purred quietly in your ear as you held eye contact with Elle. “You excited for tonight?” 

You ripped your eyes from Elle’s bringing them to meet Jake’s. “Yeah, I am. Are you?” You answered quietly. 

“Mmhmm…more than ready…” he said again, making sure you had balanced back on your feet. Jake walked over to join the guys for a drink, pouring something over his handful of crushed ice. 

“I’m starting off a little lighter tonight, guys. Still detoxing from last night.” Sam said loudly. 

“Oh, don’t be a wuss, Sam. You took a freaking nap today.” Danny quipped. 

Just then, your radio signaled. “Greta Van Fleet- ten minutes to stage, repeat, ten minutes to stage.” You fiddled with the volume and raised your eyebrows to the guys, then joined Elle on the couch. 

You watched as they grabbed their drinks, and gathered in their tiny circle, hugging the backs of each other. “Are we ready to head into the ether, brothers?”

—

The Metallica shows were always so wild. The energy at these shows was different; obviously the fan base and crowd were mixed in a way that was brand new, but for some reason, mostly always ended up with everyone completely jamming. 

You and Elle stood side stage like you always did, basking in the sounds of your favorite people on the planet doing what they love. She took your hand about halfway through the set, intermingling your fingers with hers as she leaned her head on your shoulder. 

You watched as she made eyes to Sam, grabbing his attention and holding it. He raised his pointer finger to wave, and the two of you copied his action, raising your fingers to wave back at him. You quickly realized that he was most likely gesturing to just her, so you brought your hand down in embarrassment. Maybe not, though…the smile that plastered itself across Sam’s face was straight from hell, as he didn’t take his eye contact away from either of you for a solid 20 seconds. 

You knew that look. You knew his look…the one you’d seem a million times, the one that said ‘I want you. Now.’ and he was giving it to you both. 

Elle squeezed your hand in hers, definitely noticing the same thing at the same time as you. Her body heat was radiating, you could feel all your nerve endings on fire just from her innocent touch. What is this? You were certain you’d never felt this…way before…positive that after last night, you could feel this way a million more times, and it would never get old. 

Staring into Sam’s eyes from across the stage transported you back to last night, sitting on his lap at the piano as your hands sat on top of his, effortlessly moving across the keys as the sound filled the air. His knee bouncing up and down between your legs, his hand gently dusting your upper thigh…close but not close enough. Why were you still so starved for his touch? Could tonight be the night you get to feel it again?

Just then, Jake backed up, cutting between the line of vision, his eyes meeting Elle’s. He smirked, tossing his head back as he yelled at his guitar as the music swelled. 

“God, he really fucking plays that thing, doesn’t he?” Elle shouted in your ear. “Y/N, he’s got to be a freak, pardon my french.” 

“Oh, he is, believe me.” You shyly answered, remembering the welts that had now turned to red bruises on your backside. 

“Is he?” She pressed. 

You nodded, looking to her. “Not all the time, but…sometimes that Jake comes out to play.”

You could see her satisfied and inquisitive face light up, looking to watch him again. “Now that’s a story I’d like to hear, sometime.” You felt her free hand brush up and down your arm, sending a shiver through your body. Maybe you’d tell her. 

The guys played perfectly, zooming through their set without the slightest hiccup. As they kissed the crowd goodbye and exited the stage, you watched as Richard went to meet them, barking some type of strange order that made Josh throw his hands in the air after they separated. You and Elle shared a concerned glance, making your way over to them. 

“Fucking rest…? The fuck I will…He can’t tell us what we can and can not do. Haven’t even been off the stage 45 seconds, goddamnit.” Josh howled through the back hallways as you all bustled through to backstage. 

When you all gathered in the green room, you slammed the door shut behind you. “What the hell did he say, Josh?” 

He threw himself onto the couch while the other three started undressing. “The first thing he fucking said to me was ‘You four should go ahead and head back to your rooms to rest, big day tomorrow.’ No good show, no sounded good, no fuck you, anything. We’re getting on a god damn plane tomorrow to go home. I’m going to watch Metallica, and then go spend all my money on the slots. Fuckin’ go get rest. It’s 9:00, you moron!”

He yelled the last part to the closed door. The rest of you fought back laughter. Josh hardly ever got up in arms over things like this.

He sighed. “I’m sorry. He just, has really gotten under my skin. And quickly, too. I need some tea.” 

“Ya know Josh, that explosion just now wasn’t very champagne, caviar of you.” Sam said through a high laugh.

“Fuck you, Sam! In fact, you know what? That sounds good. Y/N, can you radio to crafts to get us some champagne? Sounds wonderful. Let’s celebrate.” He said, his hands flailing wildly. 

“Uhh, sure. Yeah, if that’s what you want Joshy.” You responded, reaching for your radio. 

“Oh no! More champagne?! I’m gonna be hungover again!” Sam whined, hanging his jacket across a hanger. He looked directly to you and Elle, a childlike smirk finding his lips as he winked and clicked his tongue to you. He knew exactly what that meant. 

You radioed for the few bottles of champagne as you heard Metallica take the stage, the deep bass sound booming and filling the stadium. 

“Here we go again, hm?” Elle said as she turned back to you, raising her brows. Your stomach flipped with nerves. Just get through the show. 

——

Standing side stage, the six of you had begun drinking heavily again, already forgetting about your still residual hangovers. Jake’s arms always found themselves wrapped around you, even after he’d disappear every few minutes to visit with others. Joints were being passed, beers being tossed, a true party happening once again. You felt your vision beginning to slack, your fingers and extremities tingling with every beat of your heart. 

Your ears were ringing by the time 'Nothing Else Matters' played; the encore drawing near a close. You and Elle were standing and swaying, the slow acoustic music filling your heavily blurred minds. Suddenly you felt Sam’s arm around your neck between you and Elle, pulling the two of you in to touch his cheeks as he sang. 

‘Never opened myself this way,

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don’t just say

And nothing else matters…’

He swayed the three of you even harder, his tipsy state showing through in his actions as the song went on. You shared a laugh with Elle at his expense as Jake joined your other side. 

‘Never cared for what they do!

Never cared for what they know!’

The four of you were screaming to the band, hot and heavy in your embraces as you sang and laughed. The song came to a close, and you felt Sam lean in close to Jake. 

“Let’s get out of here before Sandman?” He asked, and Jake nodded. 

“You ready, baby?” Jake asked you, and you felt your stomach fall again, the nerves coming back. Why did tonight feel so ominous?

——

JAKE POV

​​"Yeah, you can tell ol’dick, we are heading back…" you laugh, shaking hands with your guitar tech. 

“Yeah you’re heading back alright…” he laughs knowingly.

“See you next go ‘round?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Can’t get rid of me fucker…” he laughs.

“Good man.” you say, lifting two fingers to wave as you rejoin your brothers and the girls.

You watch as Elle leans on Y/N, her arm around her waist as she whispers something in her ear. 

She really is trying to steal my damn woman.

As you join the group at the loading dock door Y/N spots you and instantly breaks free from Elle and throws herself into your arms, “Where did you go baby? I turned around and you were gone!” she asks, a touch of slur in her words. Ah, the champagne…

“Just went to tell my tech we were leaving, and I’d see him in a few days.” you answer, placing your arm around her shoulder as you all make your way out to the van. 

“What are we gonna do when we get back?” she asks.

“What would you like to do when we get back?” you reply.

“I’m feelin’ lucky. Gonna play a slot machine!” she says, rosy cheeks and full of smiles.

You pull your wallet from your pocket, and grab a crisp hundred from inside, handing it to her. “Play to your heart's desire…”

“Do you always carry around big bills like that?” she giggles.

“Not all the time, but we are in Vegas…”

—

The van deposits you at the hotel entrance, and you all file out one by one in a wave of shaky legs and loud voices. 

“To the bar!” Josh yells, throwing his pointer finger into the air.

Y/N laughs and follows after him, twisting your fingers with hers as she pulls you behind her. 

The six of you make your way to the bar, ordering various drinks and beers and everything you should never drink after a few bottles of champagne, and with the way Y/N was glued to your side you knew it would only take a few drinks until she was past her limit.

“Jakeeeee are you gonna come play with me?” she whines, sipping her drink.

“Play with you? Darlin’, right here?” you laugh, knowing full well what she actually meant.

“Nooo….I mean, yes. Maybe? Wait no…the slot machines…” she laughs.

“I know baby, and yeah, lead the way.” you say, waving a hand at Sam and the guys.

You watch her struggle to feed her bill into the token machine, the two of you laughing as the alcohol starts to enter your bloodstream. Finally the machine begins to spit out her tokens and she collects them all into your pockets with a giggle.

“What machine you want?” you ask, placing your hand on her waist as you spin the two of you around. 

“Oh! That one!” she says, pointing to the bright flashing machine in the corner.

You lead the way, pulling her behind you wondering what lady luck has in store for you tonight.

—

It had to have been close to an hour before you found Sam and Elle approaching you where you sat, bringing fresh drinks. You looked to the small table on your left seeing the empty glasses you and Y/N managed to collect over the past hour and cringed. You were definitely going to feel this in the morning. 

“Thanks brother…” you said, accepting the drinks from his hands. 

“Are you guys almost done? We want to go play at one of the card tables.” he says, placing his hands on hips.

You turn to Y/N, who is watching you, “What do you think babe, ready to go whoop their ass at poker?” you laugh.

“Yeah but let’s make it interesting.” she says deviously.

“How so?” Elle asks.

You raise your eyebrows to Y/N as she answers. “I don’t know, let’s make a bet or something.” she says.

“Let’s go. I’ll think.” Elle says, pulling Y/N up and walking hand in hand as she whispers to her.

You toss a look to Sam, who raises his eyebrows with a smirk.

It seemed the night was only just getting started.

—

Two short warm up rounds were played before the alcohol really started to kick into everyone's decision making. You had won both rounds as predicted, Sam never really having the best poker face. Elle however was giving you a run for your money.

“Okay, let’s play for real!” Sam said.

“Did you think of a good bet?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah Elle, what did you come up with?” Sam asks her. 

“We could do money, but that’s too predictable.  Where's the fun in that? I thought of something just a little more…enticing.” she finishes, locking eyes with Y/N.

“And what would that be?” you ask, voice low.

“Well… I was thinking, if I win, I get to take Y/N back to my room for the night…” she says, leaving all of your jaws positively on the floor.

Y/N leans over closer to Elle from across the table, “Deal.”

“Woah, hold on a damn second.” you say throwing your hands up looking across the table at Sam. “Sam why the fuck are you smiling. You have nothing to smile about.”

“No. No. I like that bet Jake. It sounds like a good bet…If you know you’ll win there shouldn’t be an issue, right?” Y/N says, running her hand up your leg. 

You lean into her ear, cupping her jaw with your right hand, “You know what she’s insinuating right, love?” you ask, hoping to clarify for her. 

She turns her head to your ear, letting her lips graze your earlobe, “Oh I am fully aware of what she’s insinuating Jacob…But you haven’t lost a game yet…Will I end the night in your bed or hers?”

You felt your dick grow hard at the possibility of either of those things happening.

“Mine. Always mine. You can fucking count on that.” you say, pushing the hair back from her neck.

“So do it. Win the game.” she says, settling back in her chair.

You were ready to roll the dice. Let the chips fall where they may. What’s the worst that could happen after all?

You lock eyes with Elle, and with a deep breath you extend your hand to shake, “Deal.”

—

An hour later it was down to just you and Elle as the waitress dropped off the third round of drinks. Your brain had grown fuzzy and your eyes blurry. But your mind was still firmly rooted in its one task. Winning this game. 

“What’s it gonna be Kiszka?” Elle asks, tapping her fingers on the blue felt table.

You could tell by the sly grin on her face that she thought she had this game in the bag, but you were positive you had the winning hand. Y/N leaned on your shoulder as she raked her hand up and down your leg, grazing your dick on more than one occasion. 

“Ladies first…” you quip, raising your eyebrow in her direction. 

She looks over to Sam, with a glint in her eye, before laying her cards out on the table.

“A full house…” she smiles cockily. 

Fuck. You fucking did it.

“Ahh…” you say, turning to Y/N. “It’s just too bad really. You could have had a lot of fun…I’m sure she’s good… Just not good enough.” you say, flashing your cards across the table.

“A straight flush. Game over, Eleanor.” you smirk.

“Shit!” she says, slamming her fist down onto the table.

Sam laughs a defeated laugh and as you turn back to Y/N you catch the look of disappointment in her eye. 

“Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart…” you say smugly. 

She swallows back her words as she shakes her head, “No, it’s fine. I knew you were going to win anyways.” she lies.

Damn, she really did want to go back with Elle. Maybe you should have folded?

“Whatever money bags, next round of drinks is on you.” Elle says, standing up from the table.

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HER POV

“Just get me a water for now, I think I need to hydrate some.” You said as you all approached the tiny and dark-lit bar, club music pounding through the speakers. This wasn’t their normal type of scene…

“Okay, baby.” Jake said as he laid a kiss to your temple, and you drifted off to the bathroom. Elle didn’t see you slip away, so you took a second to rush off and regain your composure. After relieving yourself, you went to the sink to wash your hands and dab some cold water on your face. 

Had you really just agreed to go back to Elle’s room if Jake lost? Your best friend…to do…god knows what?

You had, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, you were a  bit disappointed that he’d won. Where the hell is this coming from? 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pulling out some powder from your bag and freshening your already flushed face. You dried your hands well, and spritzed yourself with a little bit of perfume before heading back out to the bar. 

You found the crew sharing the very corner ‘L’ of the bar, an empty seat saved for you between Elle and Jake. You hopped up on the high barstool, your high heels resting gently on the metal rung. 

“Damn, you smell fuckin good…” Jake said, bringing his arm around your waist as he leaned to breathe you in. He nipped at your neck, sending a shot of pleasure directly between your legs. You tilted your head to give him more access, then lifted the glass of ice water, sipping slowly from the straw. 

“Thank you baby, you should love it. You got it for me.” He looked at you, puzzled. 

The colorful lights were bouncing off his face, accentuating his features. “Mmm, wasn’t me. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten you perfume.”

“That was me, babe. Last year, remember? And yes, you do smell phenomenal.” Sam said, leaning behind Elle to solve the mystery. He’d pulled his hair back, letting strands fall freely around his face. 

Oh yes. Oops. Wrong brother. 

You chugged the water down, desperately hoping that it would help you out tomorrow morning. But you didn’t want to lose your buzz for the night, so you switched back to your regular drink. 

The conversation was picking up, and Sam and Jake had moved their barstools closer to you and Elle, forcing you to sit almost shoulder to shoulder. Jake’s hand had found your thigh, rubbing little circles as he occasionally squeezed, each time going higher and higher above the hem of your dress. 

“So Jacob.” Elle began as a loud, bass heavy club song began. “Y/N told me something about you tonight. Something I wasn’t aware of.”

Oh fuck, Elle. No. Your face grew hot. 

“Oh yeah? And what was that?” Jake followed, swallowing his drink. 

“She said that you sometimes aren’t as nice as you seem to be…can sometimes have a little rudeness to you…”

You felt Jake’s body stiffen at her words. 

“Remember last night when I asked you if you were…innocent?” She leaned in closer. “Asked you if you ever acted the way you do when you play guitar, off stage?” 

Jake cleared his throat as Elle leaned past you. You glanced to Sam. He was chewing on his straw, awaiting an answer from Jake, just as anticipatory as you were. 

“Uh, yeah. I remember you…saying something like that…” he answered, losing all of his normal foxy composure. 

“Well, you never answered me.” She sat back against her chair, eyebrows raised. 

He stayed blank, unsure of what to say.

After a few seconds, he raised his pointer finger to her, motioning for her to lean back into him as their faces met right in front of yours. 

“I guess you’ll have to continue to use your imagination, baby.” He sat back, placing his arm across your shoulders again. “Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam held his hands up in surrender. 

“Or, I guess you could just ask Y/N, she could probably give you every detail you’ve ever wondered about me…hm? Right babe? Funny you wonder those things about me, Elle. Really hyping up my ego here.” You could tell he was trying to get under her skin a bit. Piss her off. 

Elle shot back the rest of her drink while Sam resituated himself in his chair, clearly interested in where this conversation was going. 

“Of course she could tell me, Jacob. And I’m sure she will. Just like she told me everything about the kind of lover your brother was, too.” Elle spat. 

Oh fuck! 

Wait, you hadn’t told her many details about you and Sam’s sex life…she’s just trying to get under Jake’s skin now. Hilarious. 

Your hand flew up to your mouth, stifling a laugh. Their faces were close to touching now, as you leaned back in your chair and let them bicker. You rested your elbow on the back of your chair, letting your arm hang behind it.  Sam was watching from behind Elle, loving the competitive discourse. 

Elle spoke again. “It’s funny, from what I’ve heard and experienced, you two are very similar, in those matters. Sorry to you both if that was something you never wanted to learn about each other, but. Here we are. Sharing our truths.”

“So, hm. Did she ever tell you why she came back to me then? And left Sam?” Jake pressed, cocking his head to the side. 

“She went back to you because of me, stupid. I came back into Sam’s life. She didn’t leave him.” Elle answered coolly. 

Fuck. 

“Interesting. So, did she ever tell you which one of us was better then? Give you a little rating system?” He asked. 

You knew this was all fun and games, but it was so entertaining that you couldn’t look away. They were going for each other’s throats. Sam turned in his chair, and leaned in closer. 

“No, she didn’t. Not sure she ever will. That’s something that’s probably left up for interpretation, don’t you think Jake?” She answered, so close to his face that their noses were almost touching. 

Jake’s hand was still on your thigh, squeezing and burying his fingertips into your skin. You looked to his eyes, fluttering back and forth between Elle’s lips and eyes. He wanted to kiss her. Right here. 

“Why don’t you guys just scrap out in the parking lot? God…” Sam said, breaking the tension. 

They never separated, though. In fact, you could feel Jake’s breathing begin to pick up, see his jaw slide from side to side. Suddenly you felt Sam’s hand grab yours behind Elle, threading his fingers with yours. You squeezed it hard, showing him that you were turned on, too. His thumb massaged your palm, always his signal that he understood your feelings without you having to say anything at all. 

You turned your head slightly to meet Sam’s eyes, blown out with anticipation as the skinny straw hung from between his teeth. You were both awaiting their next move. 

Jake took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. “I’ll tell you what, Elle. I’ll make this interesting. I’ll let you take Y/N upstairs with you on one condition.” 

She sat back. “Ok, and what is that?” She asked. 

Jake looked to you, upping the stakes. “Y/N, kiss her. Right here.” 

You almost threw up. What?

“What?” You asked, watching as Elle smiled a devious grin. 

“Yeah Jake, what?” Elle repeated. 

“She’s got to show me that she wants to go back with you. I need to trust that’s what she wants. So, if we’re up here sharing all our secrets, kiss her, Y/N.” Jake went on, sitting back. 

Your face flushed, you felt hot. Very hot. And drunk. And excited. You wanted to hear Jake talk to you like that to the end of your days. But most of all, you wanted to kiss Elle. Right here at the bar. 

Sam’s fingers were still wrapped up with yours, and you saw Jake glance and see your hands together, before he looked right back to you. “Go on, if it’s what you want. If you don’t, you don’t have to. Elle will understand.”

You swallowed. Sam’s hand squeezed yours again, giving you confidence. 

You turned to Elle, who sat pretty to herself in the chair beside you, giving you a look that said ‘you don’t have to, but please do…”

You turned to her, took her chin in your hand, and lightly pulled her toward you, planting a sweet and longing kiss to her lips, leaving yourself there for just a few beats. Your eyes flitted closed as you let yourself enjoy the moment…soft and gentle and easy. You squeezed Sam’s hand, and he returned it. Jake’s hand tightened on your thigh. 

Just like that, it was over as quickly as it started. You didn’t feel embarrassed, nervous, or anxious much anymore, instead you felt extremely excited. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Jake said blankly as you separated from Elle, the two of you breaking into laughter. 

You released Sam’s hand as you picked up your drink, feeling Jake’s hand rub roughly. “That’s my girl…” he growled into your ear. “Not so bad, huh?” 

“He’s just kidding, Y/N. You don’t have to come upstairs with me. But, I’m glad you did that. That was very nice…” Elle cooed as she sipped her drink. You smiled, letting her know that you were glad you did, too. 

You cleared your throat as everyone came back to earth. “I never said I didn’t want to go upstairs…” you said almost quietly. Jake shot his head to you, eyes wide, then to Sam. You could tell they were speaking to each other with a look, so you decided not to say anything more. 

Jake ordered another round of drinks, and you were feeling sufficiently drunk now, as was everyone else. The music was loud and booming, making you want to move. You didn’t care how, you just wanted to move. You and Jake had split into your own conversation for a few minutes, mostly him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked. 

Suddenly you felt something hit your elbow that was resting against the bar, something flat and soft. You looked down, finding a small white napkin on the bar. You glanced up to Sam and Elle, who had stood from their seats and were pushing their stools in. 

“Tab’s paid.” Elle said, shooting you a wink, and blowing you a kiss. They walked behind you toward the exit, Sam grabbing onto the back of Jake’s neck as they left. 

“See ya…” you trailed off, watching them walk hand in hand out the door. You looked down to the napkin again, letting your eyes adjust to it in the dark and flashing lights as you read the messy scrawl. 

Holy shit. 

You weren’t sure what to do with this. Was this an invitation? 

You slid the napkin over to Jake, not saying a word. You tipped back the rest of your drink, letting the ice hit your lips, as you took a little inside your mouth. 

His head slowly turned to yours, his eyes wide. “Did they…”

You nodded, crunching hard on the ice. 

Jake cleared his throat again. “Uh, okay. Well. What do you, uh... Do you want to…go up? With them? Or. We can go to our room…”

“I wanna go. To their room. If you do.” You answered confidently. 

Jake finished his drink, setting the glass back onto the bar top, and grinning as he turned to you, “Okay then. Let’s go.”

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do you think maybe you could do a relationship dynamic with izuku as uber famous celebrity x the one cafe barista who doesn't know who they are?

( a/n ) anon i don’t know if ur even here anymore cus this ask was sent september last year but just know that i always thought about you. I LOVE KOTA so he’s here

“listen, i get it,” you say, sliding to the left to cram the bagel into a small, brown paper bag with the shop’s logo printed unevenly on the front, “lo-fi’s not your thing. that’s cool. but you’re really the only one complaining about it.”

the lo-fi isn’t even that bad. sure, you can’t differentiate songs from another if you tried, but it’s a fun game to try when you’re bored, and your only company are the flies and warm sun filtering through. the top fifty songs haven’t changed for too long, and you’ve gotten sick of it, so it’s better this than that.

you give kota his order, put on a winning smile, and pray that he spares you from a headache.

he slams his payment on the counter. his money is always paper, never a bunch of coins as what kids his age usually have. it’s a little curious. it’s like he's making money himself.

“i’m your only customer anyway; what’s the big deal?” he gestures grandly at the space behind him, making a huffy noise when you don’t bother looking up from counting his change.

the big deal is that you don’t go around demanding baristas to do that, but kota has a point. he’s one of your only customers, aside from the lost students who order a medium coffee to use the bathroom. they never come back.

the shop you work in is tucked away in the corner of hosu city, past where the buses stop and far from train stations. it’s an unfortunate placement, but it’s safe from villain attacks because not even they would want to walk this far. kota only found it because he got lost, too, and you felt terrible so you gave him a donut.

the difference is he comes every day since then.

you level kota with a look. “how can i attract other customers if we’re blasting your awful playlist in this quiet space?”

his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. “my playlist is not bad! you should be thanking me i told deku about this place!”

“right, right. ‘cause you’re best friends with the lead of that super famous hero series! pardon me for forgetting.”

kota looks like a baby kitten hissing with his far-from-threatening growl. “you’re lucky the bagel tastes good,” he says and pointedly bites on the bread. “we would be enemies.”

you laugh, leaning against the counter. “how long did you say you’re staying at hosu for?”

“we’re leaving in two days.” kota looks longingly at the bagel.

“alright, well,” you bend closer and whisper conspiratorially, “let’s make a deal. come back here tomorrow one last time, and i’ll treat you the belgian waffle you’ve been eyeing since you first came here. if there’s no one else, i’ll play you your favorite song.”

kota’s eyes sparkle, despite his insistence on looking unaffected. “fine. i’ll come back.”

“tell mandalay i said hi!”

you thought that’d be the last interesting thing to happen, but minutes later, a young man with comically oversized sunglasses and a shirt saying ‘shirt’ enters the shop, looking around in amazement.

“welcome!” you call out with a customer-friendly grin. you’ve never seen this man, but based on his top, you can tell he’d entertain you well.

he pads over to the counter, somehow looking like a lost child despite his eye-pleasing build based on his thin, white tee. “good afternoon!” his smile is as warm as the orange lights hanging over the counter. “sorry, was kota here earlier?”

he reminds you of the man on kota’s wallpaper with a face that made you stare a little too long. kota asked you if you were struggling to read the time. no, you were just struggling not to blush. 

“you know him? he was chiding me for the lo-fi.”

he laughs, tugging his sunglasses up hesitantly. “kota can be really picky, sorry. um, i like the lo-fi.”

“you’re cute,” you say, admiring his green eyes. “what’s your name?”

“you don’t—” he blinks slowly, his cheeks darkening, “sorry, i didn’t mean it like i was assuming—”

“wait!” you exclaim, leaning closer to study his face, “are you kota’s brother or something? no, you don’t look like brothers… except for the shoe thing you have going on.” you gesture at his bright sneakers.

“i bought him that!” he says, smiling warmly. “midoriya izuku.”

“midoriya,” you say, grinning coyly when his cheeks flush as you say his name, “what can i get for you?”

he scratches the back of his neck. “regular iced latte, please.”

you make sure that it’s the best goddamn latte midoriya izuku drinks in his life so that he thinks of coming back again.

kota comes back the next day with a skip in his step, and a man right behind him.

“my favorite customer!” you already have his waffles prepared, but you weren’t informed that the handsome maybe-cousin, maybe-uncle, related-to-kota-somehow guy was coming along. immediately, you get to work on his latte.

“only customer,” kota says pointedly, scanning the room triumphantly. standing next to the cute guy with their matching shoes that makes them look more like close brothers that happened to not look similar in anywhere else possible.

“hey,” midoriya says with fond exasperation. “you can’t just say that.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “it’s alright. i know kota’s a sweet kid; he makes my day.” kota makes himself comfortable on the table nearest to the counter, looking much happier than he usually does coming here alone.

kota beams when you walk over and give him the plate of belgian waffles. he digs in the second he gets his hands on it. near him, midoriya chuckles, heading over to the counter. his outfit is a little different from last time: fancier and no more unnecessary captions.

“what can i get for you, midoriya?”

“regular iced latte, please,” he says, blinking up at you in a way that made your heart do something strange.

bingo. because of your headstart, his order comes in quickly, but you pretend to take it slower just to keep them longer.

“you don’t have to pay,” you say, unable to keep staring at how his coat makes him look charming. “i’m treating you two. are you also leaving hosu tomorrow?”

“i want to pay,” midoriya says, and you swear his smile gets wider when you head over to serve him his drink. “yeah, we have to leave for a shoot! it’ll take a while, but now i’m not looking forward to it as much as i was two days ago.” when you glance at him, he looks away, looking shy.

you couldn’t even react or analyze his second comment because you hone in on what the hell he means by—

“wait, shooting?”

“yes… for—wait, hold on.” midoriya frowns at kota, who has half a waffle hanging from his mouth. “i thought you said you weren’t hiding it.”

“i waf’n!” kota insists. midoriya tells him to please don’t speak while chewing, so he spits it out, and you watch in disgust as it flops back onto the plate. “y/n just doesn’t know! technically, i wasn’t hiding it.”

midoriya looks horrified, and this conversation is about you, so you ask, “can someone explain?”

midoriya is blushing, but he speaks as if he’s confessing a crime. “have you seen the hero series?”

“no! i’ve heard about it because kota likes this one guy a lot. think it was deku or something.”

“he’s deku, idiot!” kota says. “you know, the one who you said looked cute when i showed you my wallpaper!” he digs back in on his waffle, pouring more syrup.

“what!?” you and midoriya exclaim.

“why would you say that?” you groan at the same time midoriya asks, “you said that?” wide-eyed and grinning.

“go back to the topic at hand!” you slam your hands on the table. kota’s intense EDM music is blasting, fueling you even more. “why didn’t i— deku’s face is literally on billboards!”

“my face in those is usually covered by the mask, to be fair,” adds midoriya meekly. “but kota-kun is my co-worker…”

“what!”

“you’re just stupid,” kota says, grinning devilishly. “we’re flying out of hosu to film together somewhere else.”

“oh my god.”

midoriya laughs, gazing at you with an intensity that makes your throat feel dry. “it’s not your fault, y/n-san.” he nudges kota, who’s stealing sips on his latte and grimacing. “it’s his for pranking you.”

“and,” midoriya adds, smiling shyly, “it was… nice to know you’re interested in me even without knowing who i was.”

kota hums around the straw, “maybe this’ll finally convince y/n to watch the series.”

ok um the ending is lame i know but i rlly didnt know what 2 do w this LMFAO also dont judge idk what baristas do so just play along. mayb ill make a part 2 cus theres a lot unpacked but not rn i just want to let anon know i didnt delete this ask thx for reading rb or comment to make me happy omg!

[inthefallofasparrow]

If you have seen more than one of these films, choose the one you think is least common.

[warningsine]

My recent research trip to the Thai town of Mae Sot on the Myanmar border coincided with two big events. The heavens opened for several days with the first big rains of the monsoon season. And across the border, the Myanmar opposition forces took control of Lashio, a major military stronghold and key city on Myanmar’s trade route with China.

On July 25, the Myanmar National Democratic Alliance Army (MNDAA), an ethnic opposition group, claimed it had captured the Northeast Regional Military Command of the Myanmar junta. It is the first time one of the 14 regional military commands around the country has fallen to an ethnic armed group in more than 50 years of military rule.

The rebels claim the regional commander was also captured – the highest ranking military officer to be apprehended. And they said more than 4,000 troops had been arrested.

This is an historic and humiliating setback for Myanmar’s military junta in its war with the opposition forces, which are comprised of ethnic armed groups and the People’s Defence Force, drawn from the democratic opposition.

But will this offensive be a turning point? While there remains no clear end point for the civil war, the opposition continues to make significant gains. This is giving them important resources, a significant morale boost and leverage in any future negotiations.

For Myanmar’s neighbours, particularly China, there is also increasing concern over the instability in the region and growing impatience with the junta.

What is happening in Shan State?

The recent successes by the opposition forces in northern Shan State are part of the second phase of Operation 1027. This operation was launched by the Three Brotherhood Alliance – a group of ethnic rebel armies – in October.

In January, after the alliance took over the cyber-scamming centre of Laukkai on the Chinese border, China brokered a ceasefire between opposing forces.

In June, however, the military attacked rebel targets from the air and hostilities resumed. The alliance began rapidly advancing across Shan State and neighbouring Mandalay region, taking control of key towns such as Nawnghkio and Mogok, a lucrative hub for ruby production.

The biggest prize of the offensive, however, was the military’s Northeast Regional Command, which oversees the junta’s operations across Shan State. While some fighting continues, the MNDAA is tightening the noose around the remaining junta forces and setting up its own civil administration.

The rebels also took control of the local prison and released 200 political prisoners, including Tun Tun Hein, who was deputy speaker of the Myanmar parliament’s lower house and a key figure in Aung San Suu Kyi’s National League for Democracy party before the coup.

A map of the area taken by the opposition in the first and second phases of the offensive demonstrates the extent of their dominance across the state.

What is China’s role in the conflict?

China plays a somewhat ambiguous role in Myanmar’s conflicts and the extent of its influence, while undoubtedly significant, is difficult to gauge. It managed to negotiate a ceasefire between the combatants in January, but appeared to be unable to prevent both sides from returning to hostilities.

Myanmar’s mountainous borders with China and Thailand have always been unregulated grey zones with opium growing, methamphetamine production, gambling and online scam centres, along with more traditional natural resource extraction.

This has provided huge opportunities for the armed insurgent groups – as well as the military and its cronies – to accumulate wealth to fund their operations.

There is a complex interplay between the various ethnic militias in the region and their relationships with China.

The United Wa State Army, for instance, has a 30,000-strong military force and runs two autonomous border regions in Shan State, supported by China. During the rebel alliance’s attacks on Lashio, the army entered the city “to protect residents, its liaison office, and properties it owns”, although it made clear it received permission from both the junta and the MNDAA and that it wouldn’t be taking sides.

While the ethnic armed groups in Myanmar are relatively independent, rather than Chinese pawns, the recent movements by the Wa indicate that China may be losing confidence in the ability of the junta to manage and control its northern frontiers. As a result, China may be deploying its ethnic proxy army instead.

What happens now?

On July 22, the junta announced that coup leader Senior General Min Aung Hlaing would become Myanmar’s interim president, replacing Myint Swe due to health issues. This is in addition to his responsibilities as commander in chief of the military, prime minister and chair of the ruling State Administration Council.

A few days later, the junta again extended Myanmar’s state of emergency by six months in order to “prepare valid and accurate ballots” for elections. However, these proposed elections will likely never happen. Even if a vote of some sort is held, it will be so bereft of legitimacy it will be rendered meaningless.

The last democratic elections, held in November 2020 before the February 2021 coup, were a fair representation of the electorate’s will. Voters comprehensively rejected any role for the military in running the country.

As the monsoon gradually shifts from Myanmar’s southern lowlands to the mountainous northern border regions, opposition forces will endeavour to solidify their control over Shan State.

There is very little chance that negotiations alone will resolve the conflict in Myanmar – the military leadership and Min Aung Hlaing have too much to lose, unless their hand is forced.

As a result, it’s up to the international community to assist the pro-democracy forces however they can – militarily, diplomatically and through humanitarian aid – so the country can finally achieve a lasting peace.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Oklahoma drag queen resigns as elementary school principal Multiple local media outlets in Oklahoma did little to mask their frustration that an area drag queen has now resigned from his daytime job as an elementary school principal.

The story relates to Shane Murnan, a man in his early 50s who parades about the Oklahoma City area dressed as a drag queen named Shantel Mandalay. In 2018, "Ms. Shantel" even made an appearance at a virtual drag queen story hour sponsored by the Metropolitan Library System….

[mightyflamethrower]

This year, Dr. Shane Murnan will take on the role of principal at the John Glenn Elementary school in Oklahoma’s Western Heights public school district. And, according to a report from The Blaze, on top of being a drag queen, Murnan served a probation sentence for a marijuana charge, was in trouble for an undisclosed alleged offense AND has gotten caught for allegedly possessing child porn. 

Yeah, that’s the man who’s gonna have total authority over 400 students from pre-kindergarten through fourth grade. 

Murnan’s history is convoluted and twisted but extremely important for understanding the complexity of his situation as well as the threat he poses in his new position of power. 

Murnan began teaching fifth grade at an elementary school in Oklahoma back in 2001, he was arrested and charged with possessing both drugs and child pornography. At the time however two out of three judges determined that prosecutors hadn’t proven that victims were underage - yet one judge disagreed and said the pictures “do represent child pornography,” The Blaze noted.

Murnan served a short probation sentence for the marijuana but had his record expunged in 2003. Then, as noted by V1SUT on Substack, Murnan began his drag queen career a few years later. He really made a name for himself as Shantel Mandalay with his drag queen career. He performed and this year was even named Miss Oklahoma FFL, a pageant for drag queens. 

He and a few friends launched the Oklahoma City Drag Queen Story Hour Inc. in 2018 to get the chance to indoctrinate and groom kids through literature. The Metropolitan Library System boldly proclaimed Mandalay’s appearance at a story hour where he planned to “introduce little ones to the magic of reading through stories about love, self-expression, and family,” according to a screenshot on the Libs of TikTok Twitter account.

Mandalay seems to love combining his love of pretending to be a girl and education. As a matter of fact, he reportedly once told this super pro-gay outlet called "The Gayly" that his teaching career helped him prepare for reading stories to kids as a drag queen. "I have always loved education and working with kids hoping to make a difference. Now I'm able to combine both my passion for drag and education and hopefully change a child's life by letting them know it's okay to be whomever you would want to be."

As The Blaze reported, on June 12 of this year, the school board for the Western Heights School District in Oklahoma held a meeting to decide on who would be filling administrative positions at schools in the area. As mentioned, Murnan was selected to fill the role of principal at John Glenn Elementary School. Surprisingly, even though most of these school board meetings are public, this one was not. 

Hmm. I wonder why a school would try to be discrete about hiring someone for a supreme role of authority after a history like that! 

All this to say, the public school system is going to s**t and if you haven’t yet realized that the left is out for your kids, wake the hell up. 

[johnsendeavor]

Drabble?

I’ve never done this before but just couldn’t stop writing this narrative of Aaron Peel from Killing Eve fixating on a male for the first time instead of a woman in my head. He is a bit ooc, I apologize. I wanted the male to represent maybe a version of Vilanelle that lacks all of her best qualities.

Warnings: MDNI, Adult themes, rich people sh!t, slight smut, blowjob (I guess)

A man working on Operation Mandalay. A man from an urban area used to the decay of the city the thirst for luxury, a man who bathes himself in exorbitantly expensive luxury goods with his measly salary as a financial analyst. Brought in by Carolyn once the investigation into the Twelve and their killers led to Pharaday and the Peel empire. A man who prides himself in knowing how it all works, how much it should cost and why especially when it comes to information, on people, places, governments.

They meet when Eve goes to meet Aaron, the man coming along hoping to gauge the true value of what the company may hold. Somehow Aaron finds himself entranced, infatuated with this first glance of this male seemingly soft, bored, thirsty for money and luxury. Whether the strong musk of a floral Chanel perfume or the bright Coach leather bag with its perfectly edged curves and subtle insignia. Aaron can see all of it the same way the man does, money, luxury and yet Aaron gets a strange sense of pleasure.

Aaron finds himself confused, unable to comprehend his initial and strong attraction. He wants to understand, he yearns to control it and so miraculously he contacts the male. Aaron reaches out through the male’s private phone provided by M16, yet lacking any concern the male finds himself intrigued. They meet, somewhere drenched in the smell of luxury, people who have never had to work a day in their lives and the male basks in it before Aaron calls his attention, beckoning him to sit.

Aaron just gawks at the male in silence, both unmoving. The male unsure of what to do in an odd sense of calm. Aaron views them, the small twitch in their eye as the sun reflects off a chandelier, as their pinky finger slightly twitches towards the bright sterling cutlery, as the man views him as well peeking through his bangs and eyelashes. Aaron finds himself in awe, stating “I have a trip coming up, come with me.”

The man simply asks “Where?” Aaron confidently answers “Rome.” “How long?” Asks the man which of course give Aaron a slight bit of satisfaction from the man continuously surprising him. “As long as I would like.” The man remains calm almost stoic as a small grin starts to show, “Let’s go then.”

Aaron finds himself for the first time in a long time lacking total control, unable to decide how he wants the man to fit his vision, his ideal of perfection. How does he dress the man, how does he want the man to act, how does he need the man to be.

Aaron finds himself conflicted when he dresses the man in a soft silhouette adorned heavily with silk and fine toile, gold adorning his neck, hair, and hands and yet, Aaron finds himself frustrated forcing the male to disrobe the top piece of his extravagant ensemble. The man slides it off delicately, slowly, almost teasingly in front of Aaron as he shouts “Stop, take it all of.” The man continues to disrobe, taking of the top, the sliding the bottoms off to his knees before stepping out of them and folding them nicely. When he moves to remove his undergarments, a pair of laced adorned briefs Aaron shockingly stutters “St- slower please…” The man continues to slide off his undergarments, stripping fully before stepping towards Aaron.

Aaron Peel a man not of physical affection suddenly holds the man’s shoulder, grazing it while finding himself in blissful pleasure. The man then asks “What else do you want me to do Aaron?” “Head to the bed room, lay down and wait, be still until I arrive.” Taking the task at hand the male saunters to the room provided by Aaron after circling him. He slips pasts the grand doors leaving them slightly propped open, littering the floor to the bed with the gold jewelry and accessories Aaron dressed him in. As he lays down he see Aaron peeking in, unwilling or rather begrudgingly beginning to enter the room. Aaron stands there awkwardly, the man laying in the bed, still and unmoving yet gorgeous to Aaron with the sun glistening on the man’s skin, resembling a porcelain doll.

Aaron stands there a wet spot appearing on his thick slacks as the hand previously out of view comes out a sharp object, not a knife, not a machete, but a sickle. Aaron previously figured for a new adventure he should employ a new tool and toy. The man however remains unwavering. Aaron could not even make it past the edge of the bed before faltering, stumbling in his step laying on the bed with the man’s thighs dangerously close to Aaron as the man looks at ease, intrigued almost adorned with the same small smile as for when they first met one on one. Aaron stills, unable to move, losing control and so the man guides Aaron’s hand holding the sickle to his neck before liking the blade and asking “What do you want Aaron?” Aaron responds uncomfortably for the first time with “I don’t know… I think I want you, truly want you.”

“Then have me.” The man slides the sickle out of Aaron’s hand into his own and cuts Aaron’s clothing off slightly nicking his chest. Aaron never pursuing this type of physical intimacy slowly subdued to this carnal lust allowing the man to continue. The man slowly guided Aaron to lay down. Once Aaron took his place the man slowly adorned Aaron’s neck with small kisses leading down his chest, flicking the cut with his tongue feeling Aaron’s breathe quiver more and more as he lead down to his somewhat already wet member seemingly already having experienced an orgasm earlier.

As the man got lower to Aaron’s erection he continued to maintain strong eye contact multitasking as he started to firmly and slowly stroke Aaron’s cock and fondle his balls. The man slowly moved his mouth closer almost teasing Aaron as he lowly wrapped his tongue around the head of Aaron’s penis starting to provide suction and he slowly hollowed out his mouth to fully engulf Aaron’s length until the man’s mouth was full of Aaron’s girth rather than air. It was not long until Aaron fully came seeming overstimulated and exhausted. The man was not done but Aaron seemingly was. So the man then went to Aaron and laid beside him and before Aaron left consciousness all he could see was his infatuation this man who he had now spoilt, on who was previously hungry for this excess this luxury, he found pride, content. He found himself satiated, he had power over this individual, full control.

- Love John

(I know it’s shitty and it’s not proofread but I had to get it written. Probably only thing I’ll ever write so if you did enjoy I apologize.)

(Was worried about the real ending I wanted to write not being okay on tumblr so it may be lost forever.)

[lboogie1906]

Elise Demetria Neal (born March 14, 1966, in Memphis) is an actress. Her big break came with three 1997 films, appearing in Rosewood, Money Talks, and Scream 2.

She starred as Yvonne Hughley in The Hughleys (1998-2002). Other film appearances include Mission to Mars (2000), Hustle & Flow (2005), and Logan (2017). She starred as Tia Jewel in the first two seasons of All of Us (2003-05). She is a three-time NAACP Image Award nominee.

She graduated from Overton High School for the Creative and Performing Arts. She attended the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, after two years and moved to New York City where she landed roles in musical theater and found herself traveling the world with various touring companies. Her experience in musical theater allowed her to easily transition into commercials, bringing her to Los Angeles.

She was nominated for an NAACP award for Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture for the film Hustle & Flow and received two NAACP nominations for Best Actress in a Comedy for The Hughleys.

Expanding her role as producer, she is creating and developing several multimedia projects: a reality show based on her R&B group, “Assorted Flavors”, a fitness and lifestyle brand, and several feature projects through her development deal with Mandalay Bay Entertainment.

She played Kathryn Munson in Logan. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #womenhistorymonth

[myfixationacademia]

this is Deku's dorm room, one he gets once he is accepted into the hero course, and starts acting as class 1A and 1B's personal nurse, his dorm is at the 1A dorms cause he chose that class. In his dorm there are two major and easy-to-notice traits, stacks of paper and WWPC merch, we got 3 posters, the one on the wall to the left being signed by each member + Kota, a tiger-themed pillow and bedsheets and a Ragdoll alarm clock as well as Ragdoll themed curtains. In this universe, Deku aims more towards rescuing civilians than being in a direct line of combat, so to reflect that, the green bean admires the Wild Cat heroes more than All Might, specifically Ragdoll, who I headcanon isn't a popular fan favorite as her quirk, although very useful, is not as flashy or noticeable as her fellow cats, much like Deku's quirk, unnoticed but impacting, so he admires her and when they meet up, both light up during the meeting. The paperwork is primarily medical-related stuff, records, documents, and past medical exams, all of which Deku goes through to examine his fellow classmates with the best care for their health, but also because, like Recovery Girl, he wants to help out in hospitals around the city. Extra stuff to note are the Spiderverse posters cause Deku is a fan, the wolf from the bnha "Winter AU" is a stuffed animal Katsuki gave to Deku to welcome him back to Japan, and the board next to Deku's bed has pictures of various things related to his personal life.

And as a bonus, here's the signed poster!

"Keep rocking Cutie!" - Pixie Bob

"Thank you for Still believing in me" - Ragdoll

"Never let the world bend your will" - Tiger

"Never lose your spark" - Mandalay

"Thank you" - Kota

[mansipatel5]

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[ladylucksrogue]

Road Trip Day 6: Destination Las Vegas

I will go ahead and admit I had never been to Vegas before, I wasn't really sure what to expect. That being said, it made it onto the list because I got a really good deal on a hotel like months ago when I was planning this whole thing.

But first, getting there...

The drive up into Sequoia National Forest was much worse than back down the mountains. I was kind of dreading it, considering how the roads were the night before. Then again, I was over-tired and frustrated and cranky. People being inconsiderate pricks really got to me. I really wanted to just pull over and refuse to drive further. Obviously I didn't. The lodge was definately worth the drive but we definately didn't have enough time to really explore the area, which is a shame. The drive down the mountains and seeing the landscape become more and more steppe then desert was amazingly cool.

We wanted to drive through Death Valley on the way to Vegas, but the hurricane three weeks ago ripped up the roads so bad, the park has been closed ever since. We took the more typical route, via the I-15, skating the edge of the Mojave, which was really cool to see. I expected it to be much hotter but it was only about 90 degrees. As we got closer to Nevada, there were more and more rock formations. Crossing into Nevada was exciting, it was a new state for me. There is pretty much nothing between the border and Vegas, just a few gas stations, and a casino at every one. I mean there are a few like that in California and Arizona too, but they are all on reservations.

Vegas...I was kind of surprised at the size of the city, its bigger than I thought. We were staying at the Mandalay Bay, like I said, I got this really good deal. It was crazy overwhelming, the size of the building, the parking garage. We were just so lost. The place is like a city.

I mean we saw the size of the thing, but when the lady handed us the keys for a room on the 57th floor it was like what? Surreal, we could see the whole city from our room.

We went to dinner and a show at the Excalibur, two hotels down. It was so amazing, the show was called the King's Tournament and was basically a jousting tournament with a bit of a story. After that we walked down the Strip and did a little sightseeing. Vegas is something alright, and it is worth seeing once but literally everything costs money, and is expensive, which was a bit annoying.

We got back to the hotel late, just to find out that the opening times for the pool, in Vegas mind you, are 9 AM - 6:30 PM. That was really annoying, we didnt even get to use the pool once. Gamblings 24/7 though, you know. Hubs and I each threw about $5 into slot machines there and won absolutely zero. That was to be expected.

My kid liked Vegas, it was loud and flashy and exciting. My facit, it's ok for like a weekend but meh. Definately not my top 5.

[anxovert]

I got home last night about eight. There was nothing on the T.V. as usual, just the normal repeats and things. I had the City Prices edition of the Evening Standard which was not as good as the Late Night one, mainly because it doesn't have the full cinema listings. To be more specific it doesn't have the Fulham ABC, which is my local. So I walked over to Battersea Park and down by the Sri Chimnoy Mile past the Peace Pagoda. It's good. You can have a personal religious experience and get healthy at the same time, which obviously is important for a busy man like me. Another moment in life's great adventure, and it's no small wonder

I hope you weren't offended by what happened last night. It was the awkward hour and I didn't know what to do, whether to come on or just leave it. To be honest I wasn't that interested and I didn't think you were either. So I went back to my place and you went back to yours, and I got into bed, and I started reading a book by a guy called Tobias Woolf. It's good. It's short stories. Just before you sleep he'll take you off to Burma, Mandalay, places like that. I set the alarm clock ready for another day at work. Another day in life's great adventure. It's no small wonder.

[beardedmrbean]

Las Vegas police arrested a man who allegedly threatened a mass shooting during Tuesday’s Stanley Cup Final Game 5 at T-Mobile Arena, according to multiple outlets.

On Tuesday, police reportedly responded to a local business before noon where a man, who was later identified as Matthew DeSavio, 33, made the shooting threat. 

According to the Associated Press, which cited the arrest report, there were at least three people who reached out to authorities about DeSavio, including a relative with a restraining order against him.

The suspect reportedly posted incriminating messages on social media about the game, saying the city should be ready for a “massacre.” 

“I’m coming for you guys tonight and I hope you get every [expletive] police officer in Vegas Golden Knights there to defend you!” one message read, police told KLAS. “Hope Sin City is ready for the Mandalay Bay massacre part duex [sic].”

Golden Knights players celebrate after their 9-3 Stanley Cup-clinching win over the Panthers in Game 5.AP

The latter part of the message refers to the Las Vegas Strip massacre in October 2017, where 58 people were killed on the night of the shooting while over 500 were injured at the Route 91 Harvest Music Festival. 

It is the deadliest mass shooting in US history. 

“I warned y’all October 1st was just a preview,” DeSavio reportedly wrote in a separate post.

Matthew DeSavio was arrested after allegedly making the threats.LVMPD

During his arrest — just hours before the game — Tuesday, police officers reported that DeSavio “declared several excited utterances asking if anyone had seen his Facebook posts yet and that the Knights need to win by a certain amount or he will do a repeat of the Mandalay Bay 1 October shooting,” per KLAS.

This week’s incident wasn’t the first time DeSavio has been investigated for threatening social media posts. 

In October of last year, DeSavio was reported for a “disturbing Facebook post” and ordered by a judge to undergo a competency evaluation, but would later be released without treatment.

“Something big is about to hit the Vegas Strip. #October1stwasjustapreview! Let’s [expletive] [expletive] up before I literally #blowup Paradise NV,” a Facebook post read, according to police, KLAS reported.

Though not formally charged yet, DeSavio now faces charges of threatening an act of terrorism or mass destruction and is being held on $60,000 bail, according to the AP.

[sweetestdiary]

15. trembling hands / for rosie (and pietro 👀)

There were numerous cities Rosaria would have loved to visit, so many that if she was absolutely certain she had to means to get up and roam wherever her heart desired, she would have a long list of destinations.

On this metaphorical list, some of these regions would have included Los Angeles, Gatlinburg, Tennessee…she actually knew very little of Gatlinburg beyond it having a Germanic influence, but still. The occasional commercials that popped up on television made Rosaria inclined to think the area looked cute! Even São Paulo was on her imaginary list out of intrigue for her father’s vague roots.

So many places would have been higher on her list than Las Vegas, where she was with Mr. Impellizzeri. This trip was not for pleasure though, it was, in all honesty, for work.

Raphael had finally given consideration to Pietro’s words about having a broader influence, so he sought to have a hand in a casino one of his long-time associates was building. But Raphael was not leaving his home, no, it was Pietro who had to pack his bags. Even a consigliere ‘in training’ like Rosaria was required to come. Both the men said that this event would teach her about the language of business. 

Business, business, business…

For days, this large trip loomed over her mind dreadfully. Rosaria did not once think of glitz and glamor nor of frivolous spending. Her thoughts revolved around suits, ties, and men with dark, slicked-back hair who engaged in tense, tricky, dialogue-heavy scenes straight from The Godfather.

But when she was on the strip? It was as though something magical happened. Anxiety zapped away, and the young woman’s thoughts shifted drastically as she found herself living a moment straight out of a film. With each way she turned her head, enormous casinos towered over her - MGM Grand, Caesars Palace, the Mandalay - all of them shiny, noisy, and enticing. 

She likened the insides of the casinos to be like a Chuck E. Cheese for adults as her ears were filled with the sounds of zings, pings and loud rhythmic sounds that identified someone had gotten lucky. There was a curiosity, an interest to look around and observe the machines, but she would not be like her father who would she recalled spending down to the last penny on scratch-off tickets. Pietro, however, had little plans to be financially chaste here.

 “Play hard before you work hard,” he eventually told her, forcing his chips into her manicured hands. Admittedly, Rosaria was not thrilled with her boss essentially pushing her away but she obeyed rather than put up a Scozzari-level fuss. When sulking off, she supposed she was too much like a fly, buzzing around him on the floor. And maybe even at the blackjack table, she looked a little too bitter and impatient for the game to end when he strived to focus. 

Filled with petty, low-level angst Rosaria roamed the slot machines full of disdain. She sat at one, another, a few more that would lead her to that fifth, fated slot machine. She didn’t think of winning, she wasn’t full of anxious anticipation for three matching strawberries to appear on screen. Instead, she was thinking of how judging by the machine’s art, it was manufactured in either the 80s or early 90s. The cartoony fruit spun and spun, while Rosaria was mentally making the decision of where to venture to next when sounds of success flooded her senses.  

In the most cinematic moment of all, Rosaria won money. $1,600, all hers.

Caught up in a sudden rush of exhilaration, she wasn’t sure how Pietro knew how to find her in the vast casino but he did. Rosaria didn’t bother questioning where her boss came from, or even how much money he made at the tables, she was far too focused on processing the thrill of her win. Looking over her shoulder, she only said one thing:

“Look what I did!”

“I see what you did!”  

Needless to say, unlike Pietro was interested in staying at the casino for a few more hours, Rosaria insisted they leave before they ruin their luck. But like Pietro, she wasn’t financially chaste. She had the idea that perhaps clothing stores on the west coast were more refined, more on the cutting edge than the average shops in the Midwest.

It was all so fun, so perfect. Then, the sun set.

Sometime between stepping into the shower and drying off her legs, Rosaria’s thoughts took a shift. Alone in the hotel room’s pristine, marble bathroom Rosaria looked at herself. In her reflection, she did not see ugliness, but rather, too much youth. 

Suddenly grappling with feelings of insecurity and inadequacy, Rosaria questioned the city’s seedy underbelly just as she questioned herself. She didn’t belong here. She may have been twenty-eight, but she felt too young to witness a business meeting where the men would likely be in their upper thirties, late forties...she wondered, would there be men in the meeting room observing her the way a crouching lion observed an oblivious zebra who grazed in the grass? Would they wonder why she was here? 

By just being in the same room as them she reflected the intelligence sense of  Mr. Impellizzeri and especially Mr. Polombo. Did she have professional attire to make the best impression or were her clothes just sexy? 

Would she die? Die from a meeting gone array where bullets would make holes in plastered walls and riddle the bodies of her and her superior?

A day of bliss became a night of terror and even after she was clad in her silk pajamas, Rosaria swore if she stayed in her room with her thoughts she would combust. 

“Mr. Impellizzeri?” Her fists rattled at the bedroom door on his side of the hotel. “Are you awake?”

–

“So, how old were you when this happened?”

“...”

“Mr. Impellizzeri?”

For a second time, Pietro had come back to reality. “I’m sorry Rosa, what did you say?”

“I was asking how old were you when you began overseeing meetings? And also, how old were you when you began doing business and -” a brief pause as Rosaria fought to properly define a specific role - ultimately, she couldn’t think of any. “-other things like that!”

There was no way Pietro could speak to Rosaria and simultaneously watch Bugsy. Something Pietro found about Rosaria Scozzari, after working nine months with her, is that when she talked she wanted to be seen just as much as she wanted to be heard. 

So, for Pietro to do something like shift his gaze to the wide-screen after giving a few, generally (and generically) supportive remarks, Rosaria was sure to do something like pace around or make direct eye contact with him or perhaps even ask a brazen question that was sure to get attention. 

Then there were her eyes - she would always set those big orbs on him when she spoke like this, slightly stretching them out more than usual. Pietro thinks this was a deliberate tactic on Rosaria’s behalf: trying to fight and brush off an intense gaze like that was difficult.

He pulls his arms behind his head, genuinely weighing the question. “I could have been nineteen or eighteen. But I’ve always done a bit of everything when it comes to ‘work.’ I was never a stranger to nearly all sides of the business.” 

She was still looking at him with those eyes…shoulders hitched high, and no smile to be seen, she needed more reassurance.

“You shouldn’t worry your pretty head about tomorrow. You’ll never get your hands dirty, you’ll always be working with words.”

“That’s one of the things I’m scared about too!” She’s quick to say, explanatory hands lifted; “Because sometimes, when I’m nervous, I feel like I forget what words are and I have this fear that maybe one day, in the middle of the conversation, I’ll forget what I’m talking about-” 

“Then you don’t rush through the conversation.” Rosaria did not have the time to talk about her anxieties or her ideas of letting Pietro down as he intervened with this. “Talk slow. Live in the present. When you can be grounded in the present, your words?” crossing his ankles as reclines on the bed, he lifts his right hand: creating a symbol of perfection. “You’re going to be a damn good consigliere. Probably better than Aldo…” Briefly, Pietro’s eyes roll to the ceiling: “may he rest in peace.” 

Bite by bite, Siegel shoved his dinner into his mouth. In this moment, if gluttony was Siegel’s sin, then lust was Virginia’s. Her desire for him was powerful, unrestrained. As the gangster ate, the woman showered him with passionate, kisses - the sight on screen would usually cause Pietro to raise the corner of his lips and slightly chuckle at one of the more unusual cinematic preludes to sex, but in this instance, the moment did nothing for him. He found his mind focused on Rosaria.

The mattress he laid on was big enough for three adult bodies, but there she sat in her satin pajamas in the room’s sole chair. Close enough to him while still being far off from him - Pietro supposes she liked to have the convenience of quickly sprinting off. 

 In a moment of undeniable vanity, Pietro thought of how other women would find a reason to sit on the mattress with him or, if they were feeling particularly flirty, they’d lay against him feigning innocence. He didn’t understand why Rosaria wouldn’t do the same thing. It’s not as though she had innocent feelings for him. No, she made her attraction clear when they first kissed in his office earlier this year. That’s when she pulled him in by his tie to press her lips against his own, and yes, although Pietro deepened the kiss, he swore he didn’t lay a finger on her until he heard her moan in his mouth. Otherwise, that moment was all her. 

Beyond that, in this present time, Pietro thought they had a good day together. Without anyone they knew observing them on the strip, there were plenty of instances where he wrapped an arm around her, displaying mild physical affection. And, didn’t Rosaria remember how he proudly wrapped his arms around her when she hit her jackpot at the slot machines? She should have known that he was fond of her.

Maybe she felt shame... 

“Mr. Impellizzeri?”

“Yes?”

“Did you ever have second thoughts about what you do for a living? Did you ever think of a more normal life? Even if it was just once?”

Promptly, De Niro came to mind. “What’s a normal life?” Pietro responds, “Barbeques and ballgames?”

Immediately, Rosaria wore a look of puzzlement on her face and, knowing her as well as he did, Pietro knew she was trying to decide how to form her response in defining what a ‘normal’ life was. But more than that, it occurred to Pietro that one of the coolest quotes he heard as a teen truly proved there was a generational gap between him and Rosaria. “That’s a line from Heat, babe.” He calmly (and swiftly) explains before she went on a spiel.

“Oh,” Rosaria’s cheeks grew warm and for a moment, she was too ashamed of her cinematic ignorance to make eye contact with Pietro. “I’ve never seen that,” but more than anything she was grateful she didn’t speak unrestrained. Surely, he would find her so ridiculous. 

“I’m not sure if Ralphy ever gave you a thorough talk about me, but I come from a poor family, Rosa. Dirt poor. When I came to America, I couldn’t even speak English.”

Rosaria had to blink, his American accent was so good. She would have assumed he at least came to America as an infant. 

“I have cousins in Chicago, but they weren’t successful. They were laborers…the sort of people who live above their shop to save money, if I didn’t run around as a courier for wise guys I wouldn’t have broken the cycle of poverty. I would be struggling to support a wife and a few kids at some low-end job.”

“That’s not true, sir, if you had gotten your educa-”

“I didn’t have the money for college. And I doubt my old man would have been interested in sending me there.”

It didn’t matter that Pietro said this matter-of-factly, the words stung so much Rosaria felt she may as well have endured a scolding. “I can understand that,” she forces herself to agree, “I’m the first college graduate in my family but…” should she drop the topic? Should she say never mind? She isn’t afraid of speaking, but what she is afraid of Pietro possibly becoming agitated by her. 

“But?” He rose an eyebrow, interested in where the conversation was leading. Rosaria forcibly swallowed her insecurity. 

“...don’t you ever feel…” she struggles with the right word, gesturing as she strives for something soft, something that’s not villainous; “morally compromised?”

“No.” Said without a second of thought and packaged with the hint of a confident smile. 

“Why?” “Because for me, this life is not about drivebys and drugs. It’s about knowing when it’s time to build, when it’s time to watch, and when it’s time to act. I care more about dying with a legacy attached to my actions than I care about dying surrounded by drugs or beautiful women. You know the city behind you was built by gangsters, don’t you?” “I knew Bugsy Siegel had the idea, but I thought there were other forces involved in the making.” Rosaria forces herself to speak briefly, this isn’t a topic she’s well-versed in and she seeks to avoid feeling embarrassed.

“The mob laid the entire foundation for it. Casinos, theatres. You’re not wrong that other people came along: they made it family-friendly but without Benny Siegel’s brilliance? This would be just another Los Angeles in a different reality, or maybe it’d be as renowned as Montana. All and all, it’d be nothing unique.” “Oh…” Rosaria’s legs tighten. That’s all she could bring herself to say, oh. The history lesson did intrigue her, but she found herself more intrigued with the way Pietro lay before her on the hotel bed. The man was just so relaxed, even in the way he relayed this information to her in his smoky voice. There was also a shimmer of something in his eye that she could not identify, and frankly, she was far too intimidated to stare him back in the eyes and attempt to analyze what it was. Not when she felt excitement growing at her core. 

“I’m not saying every gangster is an entrepreneur in the making, but there are some men in this life who have dreams of luxury and others who have real dreams. This life is just a means to an end to get what they need.”

“I don’t think you ever told me about your dreams…”

“Rosa, there’s so many ideas I have running through my head, I wouldn’t know where to start telling you.” A light chuckle, “we’d be here all night long.” 

“But I like listening to you talk!” She also loved it when he called her Rosa. Granted, this was a name her father called her, but the two men approached it differently. When Pietro called her Rosa, it was alluring. The natural roll of his tongue, the consistent trace of fondness. And in a funny way, the name Rosa made her feel like a different woman than, “Rosie,” - as Ben called her and especially a baby name like, “Roro,” as Sonia would call her. A raised eyebrow leads to Rosaria tucking a stray hair behind her hair, “you like listening to me talk?” “I could listen to you talk forever.” Rosaria would have admitted if she knew there would be absolutely no consequences. “I do, there’s so much I can learn from you!”

Pietro smiled. Naturally, he chose the best hotel for him and Rosaria to stay at. Nothing modest, he went for a two-bedroom luxury suite. Color scheme and accommodations aside, Pietro’s favorite aspect of this suite was the wide window that overlooked the strip. What could he say? He was a sucker for a nice skyline that lit up at night. And Bugsy be damned, Rosaria ultimately enhanced this view. As she sat still, planted in her seat, this was a moment Pietro realized something: Rosaria was incredibly attractive. 

Now, this was something he had previously recognized nine months prior when she popped up outside his office. She was what he would deem cute, easy on the eyes, and definitely eccentric, but he didn’t really study her.

Her eyes were stunning. They were round, wide, and warm. When he was shot by Mendel - left on the icy parking lot in pain (because a bullet to the shoulder certainly wasn’t an effective way to kill him), Pietro recalls Rosaria hastily speeding to him with so much fear and concern. Then, in the hospital, she still held that concerned look. She didn’t respect him because he was her superior in this specific point in time, she cared for him as a human being. Even now in these eyes, Pietro was prone to see many emotions from her. He would pin point them as wonder, affection, and desire. 

Another thing Pietro was taken by was how glorious Rosaria’s hair was. She looked stunning when she wore it in waves or curls, but he appreciated it in moments such as now when it was sleek, dark, and shiny. Almost illuminated by the neon lights behind her. Then there were her eyebrows, her nose…Rosaria had a face that reminded him of home. Old neighbors, kids he played soccer with when he was just a boy. Admittedly, it made him feel warm inside. 

Then there was the matter that over the course of nine months she had, without him realizing, grown a lot in how she conveyed herself. In the early days, Rosaria would have a little eyeliner, very soft lipstick. Today on the strip he recalls glancing at her midconversation and seeing eyeshadow, a more prominent shade of red on her lips. When he took her to the best retail shop Vegas had to offer, she chose figure-fitting clothes without the influence or insistence of Raphael. 

When they first met, Pietro remembers loosely assuming his assistant to be twenty-two, twenty-four - Rosaria being twenty-seven surprised him. If he met her today and learned she was twenty-eight, he wouldn’t have been as surprised because it was all in the way she was now carrying herself.

But not all of Pietro’s thoughts were pure.  The perverse side of him couldn’t help but think of how pretty her bare shoulders would look in the night’s glow. He couldn’t help but think of how her pretty brown eyes would look up at him with eagerness and reverence if he pressed her back into the hotel room’s tall glass window. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Why don’t you come lay next to me?” He pleasantly asks her, warm and inviting.

Her eyes visibly widened, “Mr. Impellizzeri-”

Casualties be damned, Pietro wanted intimacy tonight. Smoothly, he corrects her; “Pietro. I can be Pietro here.”

“I-” Much to his dismay, she didn’t repeat his name. Instead, Rosaria merely furrowed her brow, her legs pressed close together, her ankles crossed. Pietro wondered if it was an attempt to fight off arousal. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that,” in her nervousness she choked out a modest laugh. 

“Why not?” 

“The first time we slept together, you - when you were getting dressed you said we could never be found out for what we did, and then I started to feel bad and I swore we would never do something like that again, as a precaution!” Pietro thinks this is the first time a woman told him exactly how she felt about a one-night stand. Ever so slightly, his brow creases: “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” 

“I’m sure you didn’t intentionally mean it, but it was a moment of weakness on my part and I would never want to jeopardize your career! Or my position alongside y-” 

He lifts himself off the mattress, “nobody can see what we do in here,” similarly, his hand raises; pointer finger gesturing for her to come his way. “It’s okay.”

For a split second, Rosaria swore she could perfectly visualize herself below him on his bed. Flushed, she thought it would be nice to feel him kiss her again, to inhale his scent again…

But…no. She would wake up in bed alone, overthinking and guilt-ridden, just like how she rose from his floor feeling dirty. She doesn’t think she could bare his back turned to her in the morning, especially not when she had a meeting to attend with him. Maybe he would give her attentive affection for the remainder of the time they were here, though. But she would be off her high once they got into the airport as the reality of their positions set in. 

She didn’t want that feeling, she didn’t want that regret, she didn’t want to yearn for nights with him.

 “M-Mr. Impellizzeri,” she breathes, frustrated and hasty, “I-I can’t do that. But thank you for listening to me! I’m going to try to go to bed!”

“Goodnight, Rosa.”

He couldn’t get an attitude with her. She would be back, he was sure of it.

                                                — 

“Nobody can see what we do in here,” he had said to her, voice as thick as honey. “It’s okay.”

Thoughts of what they could have done infiltrated her mind, just as memories of what they had done before had made her thoughts vivid. 

She tried to sleep. Rolled to the left, to the right, but the thought of Pietro kept her thighs pressed together as if that would relieve her need.

She wanted Pietro making rough sounds in her neck again as he felt pleasure, she wanted her knees planted in his king mattress, her soft body pressed against his firm one as he brought his hand inside her panties, fingers curling inside her. 

She’s a hundred percent sure he made her come on his wooden floor just by a light growl in addition to his thrusts, so imagine how easily he could make her come with his hands - how many times could he make her cum if they had all the time in the world to themselves? Such thoughts kept her needy and reckless. Rosaria felt compelled to try to replicate the fantasy, but she knew her slender digits wouldn’t be thick enough to give her the friction she craved. Really, Rosaria could almost weep from frustration: she hates fingering herself. She didn’t even bring a vibrator on this trip!

 Rosaria was sure that Pietro’s thick fingers would feel almost as good as his cock, though. She remembered how during foreplay, Ben use to tease her clit with his fingers as a prelude for inserting his tongue and tasting all the wetness he got out of her. Maybe Pietro would do the same - the idea of him going down on her was nice, but she didn’t want that. She wanted him to tease her, yes, but she wanted him to say - no, command her, to taste herself off of his fingers before he slipped his hand back inside her.

How pathetic was this? Rosaria asked herself. Not because she was arching her back as she gently caressed her body, but because any other woman would have seized to opportunity to get on Pietro’s bed and let whatever happen, happen. 

She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t touch herself. 

Bold and needy, Rosaria considered going back to Pietro’s room. It had only been nine, ten? Minutes by now. But she couldn’t go back into his room after leaving in such a rush, could she? Would he laugh at her? Cruelly deny her need since she turned him down? But, Rosaria thought, other women wouldn’t care. Other women would go to him - get their needs fulfilled - and then go about their business. Rosaria thought it was time to be like other women. With hands trembling, she wondered if she could knock at the door. But, at the end of the day, Rosaria was a Scozzari. They were inclined to be bold, pursuers. “Pietro…” knuckles gently brush against the white painted door, “are you awake…?”

“...I’m awake.”

When Rosaria enters, he still looks comfortable and content. Not resentful, not bitter. He flashes her that reassuring half-smile and she swore she could melt: “what took you so long?”