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localemofreak · 9 months ago

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Honeymoon In Vegas.

(Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

(A/n: there’s no music to this, just a little blurb I thought of because- idk, it sounded rad and dumb and sexy in my head.. anywayyyysss- enjoy. Also I’m sorry if it’s super short- I wasn’t really trying to think of anything for this- 😭)

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Story: it’s just a little- I mean very tiny dorky blurb of a part of your little honeymoon with Eddie in the city of Viva Las Vegas, Nevada.

‼️WARNINGS‼️: use of y/n, heavy mention of smut, sexual references, some fluff, reader and Eddie are in their honeymoon phase, mentions of nudity, Eddie acting like a horny dork, it’s giving black cat reader and golden retriever Eddie, not that much going on since I’m lazy but thought of this, etc. (if I forgot something, please tell me!!)

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It had been about three days since you and Eddie decided to officially tie the knot in Vegas while on a little break during his tour..

And it had also been about three days of you and him being trapped in the fancy hotel suite- that was now completely trashed, that you had been spending your little honeymoon weekend in.

All you two have been doing for the past three days has just been having sex, not even really taking a break to try and go out and do things.

You have been just completely cooped up with Eddie- who’s little horny lovemaking machine didn’t seem to be breaking down anytime soon.

It’s not like you had a true problem against him wanting to fuck nonstop- it’s not like he was bad at all, in fact he was quite the opposite.

It’s just after a few days of nonstop love making, you needed a moment to just take a break- do something else besides lay in that bed with your legs feeling completely numb.

Currently, you had decided to get up from the bed where Eddie was laying down next to you slightly sprawled out, his breathing heavy and his chest heaving up and down after round- whatever you guys were on, you honestly stop keeping track at this point.

You were starting to feel hungry, so you decided to get up finally to grab some breakfast.

Your legs honestly just felt like complete jelly at that moment, and you looked like a complete mess- runny makeup, hair everywhere, hickies that littered the skin of your neck.

You honestly looked completely spent- and at that moment, you felt like it to be honest.

As Eddie laid there collecting himself, you had decided to slowly and carefully try to bring yourself to stand up.

Your legs wobbled a little bit but you managed to keep yourself from falling- and the room spun a little as you tried to get the blood to rush through your legs a little since it had been a second since you actually stood up.

As you glanced around, you noticed how trashed the bedroom of the suite was.

There was empty bottles of alcohol and condom wrappers everywhere- also don’t forget the clothes and just overall trash scattered all over.

You could hear Eddie mumbling a little bit as he laid on the messy looking mattress- which you decided to ignore as you grabbed a robe to wrap around your naked body.

As soon as you got yourself somewhat covered, you decided to slowly shuffle out of the little room and into the living room of the suite- that was also connected to the kitchen.

As you slowly shuffled your way into the living room- you noticed how even more trashy it looked.

It was a complete mess- just beer bottles, wine bottles, vodka bottles, all empty and scattered around the place.

Things were thrown around, couch cushions were on the ground and there was trash everywhere.

You knew before you two had left you both would have a big job on picking this shit up so that you wouldn’t get in trouble for basically destroying the room.

After standing there for a moment, assessing the damage with what your tired eyes could see- you soon shuffled your way over to the kitchen to sit down.

A tired sigh escaped from your lips as you sat down, your hands moving to run over your face as you leaned against your elbows on the table- just trying to get yourself all together.

After sitting there for a moment, just trying to collect your thoughts and relax- you soon heard the sound of feet shuffling against the floor mixed with a tired groan.

Eddie had gotten up obviously, seeing you had gotten up- that automatically meant he had to follow you.

You picked your head up from your hands as you glanced over with tired eyes, seeing Eddie wrapped in nothing but a robe.

His hair was messy and slightly all over the place, and his bangs were slightly stuck to his forehead as he scratched at his head while a yawn escaped from his mouth.

“I see you’re up-” you mumbled out, causing Eddie to nod his head and give a little tired but cheeky smirk while he made his way over to you.

“How’s my sexy little wifeee~” he hummed out with a slight chuckle, his body leaning forward to press his head into the crook of your neck.

As you felt his lips kissing at your neck, you just let out a tired sigh and shook your head, your hands pushing at his half covered tattooed chest since he didn’t really tie the robe around his body fully- it kind of just hung to his body.

“Eddie- please, let’s just take a break for a moment.. I want breakfast-” you got out while Eddie pulled his head out of the crook of your neck, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he just hummed in response.

“Alright, alright- fine, what do you want?” He said, his hands moving to fix the robe he was wearing a little bit but it still wasn’t covering much.

“I just want food- I don’t care what it is..” you muttered out, obviously just hungry as you gave him a little pout- which he couldn’t help but find adorable.

“Hm, I think sausage sounds nice don’t yah sweetie?” He hummed out, the smirk on his face getting wider as he just decided to be an ass and place his semi hard dick down on the table in front of you.

You could hear the small snicker fall from his lips which caused you to roll your eyes as you tried your best to hide the grin trying to appear on your face.

“Eddie- come onnn..” you whined out, which caused him to quickly put his dick back into his robe as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay- fine, seriously- nowwww what to do you want??” He questioned, this time actually being genuine as he crossed his arms lightly over his chest while leaning back against the counter of the kitchen.

You just sat there for a moment, your eyes glancing to look up at him as he stood there.

You couldn’t help but admire him- even though he looked like a mess right now, he still looked absolutely beautiful.

“…sausage actually does sound nice- the actual thing though..” you mumbled out, which caused Eddie to crack a dumb little smirk.

“Whatever you want my love~” he hummed out while standing up from leaning back against the counter, which caused you to crack a wide grin up at him as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you Eddie-” you said, looking up at him as he smirked down at you before making his way towards the stove to make you breakfast.

“I love you more y/n, my beautiful wife..” he hummed out while your eyes stayed on him- the wide grin on your face as you just admired him.

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(A/n: I’m so sorry if this is short- I just felt like making the tiniest little shit blurb and I made it- also sorry if it’s kinda bad, I’m just very lazy and kinda out of it, but I also hope you liked it 😭)

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unplugfromthesource · 7 months ago

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Viva Las Vegas

🎲About: When invited to see your childhood best friends perform at the International Hotel and Casino, things take a turn of events and reveal suppressed feelings for your once lover and now enemy.

♦️Jake Kiszka x reader

♠️Word count: 6k

♣️Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, angst, crying, cheating, ldk what else 🙌🏻

🃏Authors note: enjoy this is my first story so I hope it’s good and if the format is messed up sorryyy😛

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If you were to be told that your childhood best friends were performing at the International Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, you would die laughing. Growing up in the small town of Frankenmuth Michigan, you were always told you needed to live a big life and make the town proud, and that is exactly what you did. After finishing high school, you dropped the idea of college and found yourself working at the well-known store of Bronners, making a little less than minimum wage, but it worked. You saved up for 2 years straight, just to be able to rent out a small studio apartment in Nashville Tennessee, the music city. You landed yourself a job at a small bar that frequently hosted small and upcoming bands, one of them being the Orange Blossoms: the band you now market for full-time while working for RCA Record Labels. Life was good, really good; well until you got a very interesting call two weeks back from a very drunk childhood best friend, Josh Kiszka.

“Hello?” You asked rubbing your eyes. It had to be at least 3 am and you were woken out of a dead sleep to answer a call you should’ve just let go to voicemail.

“Y/N MY FAVORITE PERSON,” you could practically smell the alcohol reeking off the man you called your other half through the phone “HOW ARE YOU!”

“Josh,” you pulled the phone away from your ear and to no surprise the time read

3:05 am “It’s 3 am I was asleep just like you should be. Is there something you need?”

“Mama, do I ever need a reason to call the girl I love the most?” He asked almost slurring every other word

“No Josh but it’s a Thursday and I have work soon and need to sleep. Goodnight Joshua”.

“NO, NO WAIT. I had something to tell you but it slipped my mind.. Jake, what was I going to tell y/n again?” That name. The name of the man who had destroyed you. Josh’s twin brother, Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka. Silence hit the air and you could hear the long-haired man laugh and mumble something to his brother.

Jake and you had dated back in high school. It wasn’t a quick thing, it was a three-year-long commitment. Jake was your first and you his. He was there for the first time you got black-out drunk, greened out, ran away from home, lost your childhood pet, everything. Jake was not only your boyfriend but your best friend and you were beyond happy, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Well, all that joy and happiness, left in the blink of an eye on the night of your senior prom. It took no time at all for you to see the photo. There, in his jet black tuxedo and pink tye to match your flowing dress was an 18-year-old Jake pushed up against the wall with some dumb blonde. The dumb blonde in question? your best friend. Life had changed completely. All the sorries in the world couldnt make up for what he had done to you. You could care less about the skanky bitch you called your best friend but Jake? Your Jake? You have never felt more alone in your entire life. You broke contact with him for 6 years. Six years of your life you spent tip-toeing around him. You would exchange glances at parties Josh or Sam would host but not a single word would leave your lips. Josh had tried his best to break up the tension but you were stubborn, you always have been and that was partially the reason Jake had stopped trying so hard to apologize to you, because he knew you wouldn’t forgive and forget.

You broke the no contact on the twin's 24th birthday. You were invited to the party and you didn’t think twice about going, not for Jake but for Josh. Only for Josh. However, to lie and say Jake had looked nothing far from gorgeous would be wrong. He looked.. perfect. You found yourself drinking one too many martinis made by the fluffy-haired twin and ended up letting the alcohol take its course and finally speaking to the man who broke your heart. As you moved your body through the sea of people invited to the house located just out of Nashville, you found your glossy eyes looking upon a somber Jake.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you took a seat next to him outside by the small fire that had been growing rather dim as the night went on.

“Hi, Angel.” He said as his eyes met yours, using the same nickname he gave you all those years back in high school.

“ I uh, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday and wish you a year full of good memories or whatever you have in your life you want to be good.” God your mouth had never felt so dry as you were at such a loss for words. Why you were even speaking to him was beyond you.

“Thank you. How have you been? It's been what? Five-ish years?”

“Ive been good, I could be better but work is good and I got a dog of my own, yea lifes been, been going good.” Been going good and we should keep it that way, you thought to yourself.

“I'm glad. Ive missed you, Angel. Ive missed what we had.” His hand found its way to yours. Just as soon as it happened it was over as a girl was soon calling his name. A girl whose voice you’ve heard more than once before. As you turned your head, to no surprise you were met with the girl he cheated on you with all that while back. You sobered right up and stood quickly.

“It shows Jake. Happy birthday again.” and with that, you continued with your life, not speaking to the ghost of the man you once knew.

As you came back from your thoughts you were brought back to a drunk Josh rambling on about god knows what.

“So what do you say?” Jesus you must have been zoned out, I mean it was 3 am and this call was more than unnecessary in your eyes.

“Sorry, repeat what you just said, but make it short.”

“ I SAID, we're going on another leg for the US and were going to this fancy place in Vegas where Elvis played and I want you to come.” You had already seen the infamous Greta Van Fleet perform far more than once but a trip to Vegas didn’t sound too terrible.

“The International Casino?” you asked confusingly

“Yeah, that's the one! It's in a few weeks Angel so you have time to think but it would mean the world to all of us if you would delight us with your amazing presence.” You let out a small laugh, ignoring the fact that the nickname has made its way to stick with you for so long.

“Send me over the details in the morning Josh and I’ll look into it. Im going to bed now and I think you should too, love you lots Josh.” The short man let out a sigh wished you a good night and hung up.

Now, you sit in your hotel room, a suite not to mention, putting on the lash finishing details to your makeup, similar to that of which Josh does, and preparing for the night ahead. As you added the last rhinestone to your cheek, you moved to grab your favorite red lipstick, carefully applying it only to be interrupted by a phone call from no other than the man himself.

“Hello, mamas.”

“Hi Josh, to what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sending someone up to your room right now to grab you and bring you to the dressing rooms, then we're gonna bring you to your spot. Sound good?” You laughed knowing that by going on this trip Josh was going to do whatever he needed to make sure that you had lived it to the best extent, even if that meant reserving a special spot in the pit when you were more than happy to be in a seat, out of the way.

“Yes that’s fine Josh,” you said with a laugh “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you continued applying your lipstick, sprayed your favorite perfume, and were met with a soft knock at the door to your luxurious suite. You opened the door to see one of the many men you'd seen running around with the band before and allowed him to escort you to a room that was titled “Greta Van Fleet-Josh Dressing” and let you inside.

You were immediately met with showers of welcomes, seeing that not only Josh sat in this room but Sam and Danny too, Jake nowhere to be found.

“Angel! We’ve missed you come in!” exclaimed Josh and he sat up from his spot in a chair and left the woman doing his makeup dumbfounded at the sudden change in focus. As he came up to hug you it felt as if any worry you had about the night had left you completely. His hug was soon followed by Sam and Danny which led you all into a deep conversation of how life had been. Well, as deep as it could go seeing as they had to perform in just short of 30 minutes. As Sam rambled on about Rose and his love life your mind drifted to the fact that the other, more serious, twin wasn’t present. It must have shown on your face for Sam cleared his throat and said

“Jake in his dressing room, “practicing” is what he calls it but im pretty sure he's in there taking shots to pregame.” You let out a soft “ah” to show your understanding. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Jacob Kiszka was pregaming, you felt like you always saw him drinking before a show, even when he was back in Frankenmuth whether it be a beer or a shot of vodka. Soon you found yourself taking a shot with the boys as if to say good luck on the stage tonight, knowing they wouldn’t need that; I mean they were amazing, to say the least. You saw the effect these men had on some of the people in the crowd, not just from their undeniable beauty but from the fact that their music meant something, it changed people and you couldn’t be more proud of them. While you never imagined them this big, you felt like they had this written in the stars for them. After exchanging conversation they got the five-minute call and the next thing you knew you were being brought out of the room and down to the pit. As you walked down the small hallway leading you to the stage, you heard the voice of a man talking to another, but not just talking, he was mad, really mad. The security guard tried to hurry you along past the scene but as you passed him, you could see that black suit, shining in the light due to the amazing detailing from the rhinestones and diamonds, and you knew that was Jake. Your Jake. Why he was mad? You wish you knew. Maybe something happened with his guitar, or maybe he had just gotten bad news from someone, but whatever it was, you weren’t even allowed a moment to process it before you were pushed along to your “special spot”. You found yourself being lifted over the railing of the pit and put smack dab in the middle of the barricade. You almost felt bad, this could’ve been someone else’s spot so before he could walk away, you grabbed the arm of the security guard and pulled him close to the railing.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit? Maybe up there?” you yelled out as you pointed to the seats sitting at an angle to the side of the stage.

The guard just looked at you and sighed, “They told me they wanted you here specifically, so they could see you. Don’t worry we had someone hold this spot for you. Enjoy the show Ms.Y/L/N.” And with that, he was gone and the lights started to dim, followed by a beautiful violin cover of the songs off Starcatcher.

The curtain fell and the boys made their way down from their spots, going on with the show as normal, until it came to the point of what would normally be their switch to the second stage, except this venue, in particular, did not have one, so they stayed put and gathered around into a half circle, facing the crowd in front of them. Sam had started to play a melody on his keys you knew all too well and once Josh started singing, tears filled your eyes. It was always a joke growing up about how much you and Mrs.Kiszka adored John Denver, Jake, and Josh egging it onto you how much you were like their mom. You had always seen on social media postings of them playing bits from The Music Is You, to honor their mom when playing back in your home state, but it never once crossed your mind that they may do the same for you. Josh had sang beautifully as always and made it a point to look right at you and reach his hand out to you when he finished the little snippet of the song you adored oh so much. You wiped your eyes and mouthed a quick thank you to Josh. While it may have seemed silly to the girls around you, you hadn’t seen the boys in truly so long, and just to hear them sing, knowing it was for you, made you appreciate how much they have changed you and your life, good or bad.

As the concert continued you found yourself in a sea of screaming girls once the familiar tune of The Archer, began playing. Josh had told you over the phone about the many interactions he had with fans, going down to the pit, hugging, kissing, grabbing them, and showing his love during Jake's extended solo and you expected nothing different for tonight. Just as you expected, Josh made his way down to the pit, hugging as many as he could but your attention drifted elsewhere. Your eyes found taking in the image of the man you once called your true love as he shook back and forth with his guitar, dramatizing the solo more than it needed to be. You found yourself taking in his features; his long, wet hair, the way it stuck to his face due to the sweat running down his body to his torso, the way his hips shook back and forth as he damn near abused his guitar on the stage. You couldn’t draw your eyes away but were broken out of your trance as soon his met yours. The tension you felt was unreal and hard to differentiate between sexual or pure rage for what had happened all that time back. It wasn’t just the cheating that had you mad though and you knew that. Jake was a slut, a genuine slut. You felt like he was sleeping around with a new girl after every show and he made no point of hiding it as photos circulated on the internet of him leaving venues with different girls every other week. You watched as he would watch himself play, in awe with his state of himself, what a self-centered asshole you thought. Soon, you brought your eyes away from his but couldn’t help but feel them staring down at you throughout the remainder of the show, almost as if he tried his best not to look before but now couldn’t control it. As Josh reached the last note of the last song, they bid their farewells and wished their love to all in the crowd and soon exited the stage.

As the pit fully cleared out, you made your way from the front of the pit despite the security trying to escort you to the boys backstage, you broke out of their hold telling them you needed to go to the restroom and would find your way back there on your own. You felt like you were being babied and honestly needed a drink or two after whatever the hell that show was. You moved through the sea of people and found yourself standing at a bar waving down a bartender, ordering your usual Jack and Coke. As the cold drink met your lips, you could feel yourself loosen up in an instant. Three drinks later you found yourself too far from tipsy but not yet fully drunk, you would give yourself a drink more before you were completely dazed out. You closed out your tab and picked up your phone, being met with text after text from Josh asking where you went. You called him and asked where he was, telling you he was at some restaurant located in the hotel and would send Sam to come and get you. As you sat impatiently, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get another drink; the boys were probably near drunk by now as well who cares you thought as you ordered another drink, asking for it to be stronger than the last one, asking for this drink just to be put on the room, to which Josh was paying for. As you finished the last drops of your drink it was only a matter of time before the alcohol worked its course and you felt ready to dance and let loose.

Soon, Sam's body found yours as you laughed to him about just how good the show truly was, showering him with compliments on the band's skill. He only laughed alongside you, letting the alcohol drift from his breath to your face, letting you know it indeed was ok to order that last drink. As he guided you back to the restaurant, you were met with surprise seeing as the restaurant was not only a restaurant but a dance club. The seats consisted of a few big, dimly lit booths, and many high tops and scattered lounge chairs. Sam led you to one of the booths and you slid your body right in, to Josh, except the booth was now only being filled by you and Josh, the other three boys out dancing or getting drinks by the bar. You leaned into Josh and shouted as loud as you could over the music.

“The show was amazing Josh,” you said partially slurring your words “thank you for playing my song for me; ‘meant a lot y’know.” You smiled at him, eyes glossy.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He said, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

You found yourself being pulled in all sorts of directions as Josh danced the night away with you until your phone read about 2 am. You pulled Josh to the side and told him it was time for you to make your way back to your room and sadness filled his eyes.

“I don’t want the night to end either Josh but I’m tired and drunk and need to sleep.” you laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I know mama. When is your flight back to Nash? Maybe we can spend the day on the strip tomorrow before we gotta go?” You looked at the man like he had six eyes. You were in no state to think of such difficult things, or at least that's how they seemed to you. You lazily gave him an estimate knowing it was some time in the afternoon, but it was late enough for you to spend time with him and the rest of the boys. As you wished him goodnight you stumbled out of the restaurant-themed club and made your way toward the elevators.

As you pressed the elevator buttons and entered in, you pressed the button leading you to the twelfth floor where your room resided. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand wedged itself in between the two doors, opening them back up and bringing you to face a, at least you would think, equally as drunk Jake. You didn’t want to talk to him let alone look at him but god did he look good. As he walked in he let out a small sigh, almost disappointed on who was in the small box with him. Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what floor he was headed to, he leaned in front of you, almost far too close for comfort, and pressed the number directly above the one you lit up and returned to his place on the opposite side, not exchanging a single word. You were praying the floor would stop somewhere else and someone would get into the elevator with the two of you, breaking the awkward silence but no one did. As the elevator made its way up you cleared your throat and as soberly as possible said

“You guys put on quite the show tonight.” You couldn’t tell if it came off as rude or a compliment.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Angel.” He said, his eyes lifting from the floor to look at you, take in your outfit, tailored specifically for this evening. You were dressed in a shorter-than-short silver skirt to show off your height as Jake himself always joked how you should be flaunting your “long legs” whatever the fuck that meant, followed by a black corset that had detailing that was similar to that of what was embroidered on the twins suits. Your skin was covered in glitter, from your chest to your arms and you supported a few dainty necklaces gifted from the boys themselves as well as a bracelet you bought for yourself just for this event. You put on your cleanest pair of go-go boots and do your makeup to resemble Josh, followed by a red lip and your hair in loose curls. How it all stayed on to this moment was a surprise to even you but it did, and maybe this time it genuinely was the alcohol, but you felt hot, really hot. Jake had managed to find time to change so he sported a simple linen set you've seen him wear one too many times before, leaving all but the last two buttons undone to show off his toned chest against the silver of his plethora of silver coins.

“It's not polite to stare.” you stated flatly at the man before you, toying with the bracelet on your wrist to keep you occupied. God this elevator was taking forever.

“You seemed to have no issue earlier towards the end of the show.” He let out slightly with a smug smile almost as if to insinuate something more than what was there.

“I’m sorry? Am I supposed to stare at the floor during a concert?” You snapped back only to be met with a smile forming wider on his lips.

“Like I said, glad you enjoyed Angel.” He said, cooly.

Finally, the elevator reached your floor and you couldn’t help but sit for a minute, debating everything that’s happened between you and Jake, realizing that even after all the years, you find yourself feeling the same way you did for him all that time back. You looked up at the man in front of you in confusion about the way you felt, wondering if he felt the same.

“Goodnight Jake.” you said softly before exiting the small box and beginning the walk down the hallway. As you approached your room you felt like your legs were ready to give out. You pulled your room key out and entered the room, sleep taking over your body. As you walked in you immediately made your way to the bed, needing a minute to regain some energy before getting up again and taking off your ensemble. After a minute, you sat up, taking off your boots, followed by your corset and skirt, taking off your socks and undergarments, and moving to get a a baggy t-shirt and different underwear. Once changed, you made your way toward the bathroom to begin removing your pounds of jewelry. The weight being taken off your neck led you to focus on taking off your bracelet however to your surprise, it wasn’t there. Fuck you thought to yourself. If it was anywhere, it was back in that elevator where you stood fidgeting with it while talking to Jake. You would’ve just let it go had it not been as expensive as it was. You were at a loss of thought. Do you call Jake and ask if he saw it in the elevator? No Jesus no. You tried to collect your thoughts in your drunken state and decided to just go back onto the elevator and look for it there. It was almost 3 am so you would think no one would be out in the hall so you slipped on some ankle socks and crept out of the comforts of your room, making your way to the elevator. Just as you went to press the button to go back down, the doors opened, and before you stood the same man you had just seen minutes before, holding your bracelet. He scanned over your body before stepping out of the elevator, taking in your “pajamas” and smirking slightly.

“You look comfortable.”

“Just give me my bracelet Jake. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.” You snapped at him, almost too loudly.

“Yeesh someone's angry.” He said with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to you.

You snatched it out of his and turned making your way back to the room, not giving him a second longer of your time.

Once you got to the door, the harsh reality hit you. You missed him. He looked so good on that damn stage tonight, it made you realize that you did miss him. You missed the nights when you would spend laughing your asses off at the stupidest tv shows, or the way you would make fun of each other for the way they looked when they woke up in the morning. What you missed most of all? The feeling of his body against yours. The way he made you feel complete. You felt tears build up in your eyes. You had loved him, even from the day he cheated on you, you have always loved him. You never loved another. You missed your Jake. As you entered the room, tears streamed from your eyes, not just out of sadness but anger. Angry that even after he did do this, you still wanted to crawl back into his arms, and be told it was all going to be ok. You moved to grab your phone and opened up your messages. You knew you shouldn’t have but you opened a new conversation and sat, staring at what you would even say. Before you could even type the first letter, a knock at your door filled the silence.

You opened up the door to be met with the eyes of the same boy you had never stopped loving. You locked eyes before the sudden movement of him brought his lips toward yours. It was like he had been thinking the same thing, as his hands met your waist and yours locked around the back of his neck. Quickly, he backed you into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and guiding you towards your bed. Your hands wrapped up into his tangled curls, pulling at them as he deepened the kiss. His hands began to slip under your shirt, searching every inch of your body, stopping just before your chest. As he backed you through your room, you turned, leading him towards the bed instead, moving your hands down to his face. As you approached the bed, you pushed him back and stepped back, moving to lift your shirt off of your body as he worked on his own. Once both were removed, your lips met his again, this time holding more force, as your hands roamed his body, leading you down to his waist, running them over his legs, slowly working their way up to his member, painfully hard already through his linens. A groan hit your lips, letting you know that he wanted this just as badly as you did. All those thoughts of doubt and anger towards him left your mind as he started to work kisses down your chin while you worked on getting his pants off. Once off, you lowered yourself onto your knees, palming him through his underwear as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes as you moved painstakingly slow.

You looked up at him, eyes glossed as you were just as desperate with him and slowly pulled down his underwear, pressing soft kisses to the insides of his thighs. Moving your way up, you could feel his body shudder, struggling to keep the little composure he had left. Finally, you took him into your mouth, pushing him down until he hit the back of your throat and slowly started to move up and down.

“Fuck Y/N.” he whispered, collecting the hair draping around your face, making a ponytail in his fist but using no force and letting you have free reign.

As you got comfortable with the feeling, you began to pick up your pace, settling him at the back of your throat after a little and choking back a gag, tears filling your eyes but this time for all the different reasons. A string of praises and curses left his lips as he started to force your head back up, almost as an instinct. As you let him, he kept up with the pace until he felt it was too much and switched to holding you in place as he began to thrust up into your mouth, quickly, bringing him to let out a loud moan.

He continued to hit the back of your throat and the gag you tried so hard to suppress released itself, causing him to lean his head back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck Angel, you're taking me so well” he managed to say with eyes squeezed shut.

The words leaving his lips made the pool forming between your legs ten times worse as you squeezed your legs together for some sort of relief. As you looked up at Jake, his eyes met yours as he reached his hand down to play with your breasts, releasing a moan from your lips. Just as fast as it was happening, it stopped and Jake pulled himself out of your mouth and you up from the floor, pressing kisses along your torso and breasts, hooking his fingers into the sides of your laced underwear. As he pulled them down, he stood, switching positions with you as you slid yourself back towards the head of the bed, laying comfortably as he worked to situate himself between your legs. Following your same movements minutes ago, he began to press kisses into the sides of your thighs, moaning as he did so as if it was pleasure enough to be touching you. Your hand trailed down to the bundle of nerves as the ache growing between your legs began to fog your thoughts. Just as you began to touch yourself, Jake grabbed your wrist stopping you whilst continuing to kiss his way up to that very spot.

He moved your hand out of the way and his lips found your clit, rubbing slow circles with his tongue around the nerves, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“I wanna hear your pretty little sounds, Angel, don’t get shy on me now.” he said, releasing his mouth from you and slowly moving it back.

As he did so, your breath quickened as he flattened his tongue along your core, taking you in. He refocused his tongue on your clit as his fingers slowly danced along your legs, making their way up to slowly find their way inside of you. Starting with one at a slow pace, your hips jolted forward as you begged for more, allowing him to add a second digit inside of you, picking up the pace. Moans streamed from your lips as he set a steady, fast, pace, whilst continuing to work his tongue over your clit. Your hands found his hair again, pushing his face forward, grinding forward against his lips.

“Holy shit Jake” you moaned out as you began to slowly feel a knot forming in your stomach. Just when you thought it was impossible, he picked up the pace even faster, slipping his hands under your legs pulling you closer, and anchoring you in place as your back arched with pleasure. Your head dug back into the pillows as you let out a close-to-pornographic moan release from your lips. His tongue worked quick circles around your clit, making your head spin with pure pleasure. You had missed the feeling of him on you, in you, and you never wanted to let go of the feeling you gained back.

“J-Jake I’m s’close,” you said a little too loudly “don’t stop, please.” you said with a moan as you could feel you losing yourself with pleasure.

As he continued to work quickly, he involuntarily thrust his hips forward into the mattress and you wanted nothing more than for him to be in you.

“Jake stop fuck stop.” you said almost defeatedly knowing you were close to pure bliss. Immediately without thought, he lifted his face from between your legs, keeping his fingers inserted, moving at a far slower pace.

“What's wrong?” he said breathily, still trying to get his bearings about him.

“Nothing I just,” you said fighting back another moan as his fingers still worked inside of you, “I want you in me, I can’t wait any longer.” you said quickly. He met your words with a smirk and finished by curling his fingers in you and pulling them out, leaving you wishing he didn’t stop. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and having you watch as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Jesus you taste so good Angel” he said raspily, moving his way up to be over you, lining himself up. Rubbing his hands up and down his shaft a few times you took the opportunity to switch positions, straddling him. You leaned forward to press kisses to his lips and slowly down to his chin, then neck, sucking harshly assuring you would leave a proud mark for the morning, down to his chest and torso. Slowly, you reached for his member, giving it a few pumps before slowly lowering yourself down onto him, releasing a mouth from your lips due to the stretch his size brought to you. God how I missed him was all you could think to yourself. Slowly, you began to move, setting a slow back-and-forth movement before working yourself to move more intensely. He brought one hand to your hip as if to anchor you there and another to your breast, leaning forward to put one in his mouth and leave one in his hand, eliciting another moan. As his mouth worked over your sensitive breasts, you began to pick up your pace and slowly pick yourself up off him before quickly lowering you wereslef back down, setting a speed for him to adjust to. Eventually, his head flew back to the pillows out of pure bliss, continuing to move his hand over your breast.

You leaned forward towards his neck as he began to thrust into you, letting you leave more small bruises for the morning. His hands now switched from your legs to your ass, having a firm grip you were scared would leave you with bigger bruises to form.

“ I missed you,” he whispered into your ear “fuck I missed you so much.” God, he sounded needy, desperate, as if you could get closer and you just didn’t know it.

“Tell me, what’d you miss jakey.” you said weakly. As much joy as this brought you, you wanted this to last, to be able to do this with him whenever be able to be his again, and you wanted him to confirm your hopes that he felt the same.

“I missed it all Y/N, I-” he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him as you tried to hold back a moan, despite his command to be vocal “ I missed your laugh, and your beautiful smile, fuck, I missed every aspect of you.” Good enough you thought to yourself given that he was fucking you fast.

You brought yourself up from his neck, taking control once more, picking up where his pace left off.

“Shit m’close baby.” he said quickly, with eyes squeezed shut, similar to how he looked while you rubbed your tongue down his shaft. The sweat forming on his face caused his hair to stick to his face, similar to on stage, making you want him even more than you already had him. With that, he flipped you over, taking over once more, and quickened the pace ever so slightly, clearly impatient. One leg found its way around his waist as the opposite hand reached for his back, clawing, trying to stabilize yourself.

“M’close too,” you said with tears forming in your eyes out of pure desperation, “Jake, faster and don’t stop.” you said gravelly.

Following your command, he drilled into you as the knot that had been building up for so long finally came undone and euphoria took over your body, your heading stretching back, moans streaming from your lips followed by his name. Just as you had begun to start to come down, his high began as his movements began to falter, letting you know he was there. He began to move back, trying to put out. You wrapped your other leg around him and pulled him closer, stopping his action.

“Inside me.. I want it inside me.” you said quickly, whilst looking up at him.

Without a second thought, he fully pushed back in and released himself into you, continuing to fuck the release into you, slowly and painfully. Once he was done, he pulled out, plopping down beside you, both of you breathing incredibly fast. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed kisses onto the side of your face and chin. With the moment of calm, your mind began to race again, but his voice pulled you out of thought.

“I love you Y/N. I love you, only you, I’ve only ever loved you, ever since the minute I layed eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to be with you for every minute of every day. I’m sorry for what I did but I will never stop loving you till the day I die.” He said sweetly, a tone you’ve not heard in years. You turned to look at him, your face serious but eyes filled with shock. You couldn’t find the words so you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not like before. It was slow, passionate, everlasting. You pulled away and pushed your forehead against his.

“I love you forever Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” you said with a smile forming on your lips. All that time you had spent angry with him, upset with him, you had just wished he was different and he was. Maybe it took years, but he changed. He was your Jake and he always would be. The smile that formed on his lips matched yours.

“I do have to say miss Y/L/N,” your eyes furrowed with confusion, “I think you outdid the rest of the girls in the pit with your outfit tonight,” he said as you began to laugh about how unserious he was.

“Jake”

“Hm?”

“You’re an idiot”

“But you love me so it works out”

“But I love you so it does work out I guesss” you said dragging out your s’s.

He simply wrapped you up to the side of him pressing a kiss to the side of your head as sleep took over both of your bodies, allowing you to feel content once again with your life knowing you were complete once again.

#jake kiszka #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiska fic #jake kiskza smut #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #daniel wagner #enemies to lovers #greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van angst #jtk #jake gvf #greta van fluff #jacob kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka

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rhey-007 · 1 year ago

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Viva Las Vegas!

Fernando Alonso x driver!reader

Summary: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... But not this time.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, mentions of hate comments, mentions of racist comments (literally just a mention nothing specific), fluff... I guess that's it : P

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING JXVSHHEHRHBRBT I'm so happy haha

So this fic is based on this ↓ request. I hope I lived up to your expectations TwT I honestly think it's a cute little fic and I love the inserts :3

Wordcount: 2925

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You sighed in relief finally leaving the F1 studio after you finished filming Grill the Grid for Las Vegas. You loved doing those, it was a lot of fun but the filming was always the last part of your job for some days and after so many activities before, you were sometimes too tired to think of any answers.

Unfortunately for you, Lando and Carlos approached you the second you left the building, huge smiles plastered on their faces.

“Hi Y/N! How was filming? “

The younger one asked enthusiastically at which you just shook your head.

“What do you need? Cause I’m sure you do need something... “

“Well... We're going to a party to start off this amazing weekend and we were thinking that you might want to join us”

The Spaniard explain making you sigh. They could see you were tired but you never said no to them so they tried their best to convince you.

You could use some party and alcohol after the previous weekend when you crashed your car on almost the very beginning of the race, causing you to be upset and quite nervous ever since.

“Lewis will be there too. Literally everyone will be there! Even Fernando! “

Ah yes... The Fernando card. The forbidden card the boys knew would get you worked up to whatever they wanted.

“Fine... But you have to pick me up! “

You huffed agreeing reluctantly then walked away to get ready. You were going to some club so you decided to put on a thigh length, sparkly lavender dress, some black heels and golden jewelry with some soft makeup.

Lando and Carlos whistled at you as you approached their car and immediately said after you got in.

“Ooooh Fernando’s gonna loooove that~”

Rolling your eyes at their comment you kicked Carlos’ seat so he would finally drive away.

The party was full of Formula workers and drivers, the boys were right, everyone was there. It was hosted in one of Vegas' clubs, one you had no idea about but were glad you decided to join and discovered that magical place.

Carlos and Lando left you just after you walked in so you sat alone by the bar, waiting for Lewis to notice and join you but he was too occupied by the girls.

You sighed heavily ordering a drink and almost spilled it when you felt a hand on your back. You turned around to see those beautiful hazel eyes shining in the colorful lights and a huge grin you oh so loved.

“Hi gorgeous~”

Fernando said sitting down beside you, his hand not leaving your back radiating pleasant warmth.

“Well hello there Mr Alonso~”

You smiled widely at the older man as he checked you out. The light purple dress matched your dark skin perfectly driving the man crazy.

“The guy you dressed so beautifully for is really lucky”

“Oh there is no guy. Unless you want to be him~”

You teased sipping your drink, making a soft, barely visible in the lights blush appear on his face. Fernando noticed you started to get bolder and bolder with your flirting which made you even more attractive in his eyes. He loved confident women.

“I would be honored. May I have this dance then? “

Quickly finishing your drink you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor where you had a great time the whole night. You felt eyes on yourself the whole time, knowing damn well no one will let you forget about this till the end of your life. But you couldn’t care less, just indulged in the moment.

The next day you arrived to the Vegas circuit for the grand opening a little hangover with your grid bestie Lewis.

The two of you drove through the paddock on his electric scooter, one earphone in each ear’s listening to Eminem, with Lewis’ chin on your shoulder. You looked like a couple and to some acted like but in fact you considered each others siblings.

Lewis was not only your teammate but also the only person you felt comfortable talking about the racist hate comments you received, as he understood you the best. Being a black woman in an European men dominated sport was not easy. You got a lot of backlash and negative opinions from some fans, coworkers and FIA staff despite being one of the best drivers on the grid.

The only group that fully accepted you were your fellow drivers. They saw you as a precious gem, a little sister they had to defend at all cost, even though you weren’t the youngest.

The one individual that thought otherwise was the oldest one – Fernando Alonso. He didn’t see you as a little girl but as a woman, a very beautiful and gorgeous woman, the object of his desires, that's why he spent the whole previous night by your side, unable to deglue - a thing the whole paddock knew.

So when he noticed you and Lewis pass by his blood boiled. The man knew Lewis was nothing more than a brother to you but couldn’t help the jealousy accumulate inside of himself whenever he saw the two of you together.

“Fernando saw us”

Lewis murmured at which you just shrugged.

“I don’t like how he's looking at you... “

You rolled your eyes with a sigh. After having this conversation with Lewis so many times you already had enough. The man didn’t approve on your behavior relative to each other. He deemed the Spaniard was too old for you, considering your 12 years age gap.

Lewis just wanted the best for you, the best for his little sister and he knew you could do so much better than Fernando. He even arranged you multiple dates with guys he thought would be perfect for you, but you always dismissed them all sometimes not even showing up to the date to Hamilton’s displeasure.

You knew he just wanted good but you found it annoying and unnecessary.

“You’re exaggerating, as always... If you don’t like it so much you should’ve looked after me yesterday and not pick up chicks... “

You remarked before hopping off the scooter and walking in to the Mercedes garage.

Fernando clearly flirted with you whenever he had a chance, so you weren’t surprised seeing him beside your platform along with someone from media filming the whole thing, blowing you a sweet kiss and sending a wink just before you and Lewis were launched for your presentation.

Hamilton shook his head disappointed hearing your giggle. He was opposed to your little ‘relationship’ or whatever you could call it but you couldn’t care less.

Fernando was a really handsome man and your age gap wasn’t something you worried about. The thing that actually worried you was his flirting. As much as you enjoyed it, the man was flirting with literally everybody earning him a status of a womanizer, which drove you crazy.

You wished you were the only one he flirted with. Little did you know that with you he meant it, he really meant it.

By the time the elevator lowered you down the Spaniard was gone. You figured he must have gone to do the interviews, to which you were escorted just after stepping out of the lift.

Later that evening you were sitting in the recording room you rented and recorded your podcast where you talked about working as an F1 driver and answered your fans’ questions. Most of the questions were about your work, some about the relationships with other drivers while some were just mean comments.

When something like that happened you usually just hung up with that person mid their sentence and answered another call as if nothing. You tried not to worry much about hate comments but had to admit that some really got into your brain and heart.

After 3 tiring hours you were almost by the end when someone asked you a very interesting question.

“Well... I was wondering... What do you think about Fernando flirting with you?”

You chuckled softly remembering all the times Nando flirted with you, how your cheeks flushed and the world seemed to stop leaving only the two of you in motion. You wouldn’t admit you loved it, but you truly did, sometimes even fantasized about it.

“You know... It’s not like he’s only flirting with me. I saw him flirt with Lance... Mark... I’m sure you saw those clips too. Fernando’s just a flirtatious guy”

“But what if it’s genuine?”

But what if it’s actually genuine?... You could only wish it was... He'd been doing this for a very long time, yet he never actually invited you on a date, that’s why you doubted it.

“If it was, he would’ve asked me out a long time ago. Unless he’s shy and tries to do it right now through you!”

You joked before thanking the girl and moving on to another person. Good thing it was the last one, because after the previous call the only thing you wanted to do was to drown yourself in your foolish fantasies.

“Last but not least – anonymous. Bring it up!”

“Would you be mad if Fernando actually tried to ask you out through somebody?...”

That voice... You could recognize it everywhere as it lingered behind Fernando almost always. Lance’s scared voice sounded in your earphones making you laugh. You never though Nando was actually too shy to ask you to a date himself, considering his shameless flirting and a status of a womanizer.

“Yes! Is he there with you?”

Silence fell on the other side before quiet bickering could be heard, then Alonso’s voice filled your ears.

“Hi...”

“Hi stranger. Is there something you would like to ask me?”

You smiled widely awaiting his response, legs jumping like crazy from excitement, teeth biting hardly into the bottom lip as the seconds felt like hours.

“Well... Uh... C-can you turn around?”

Frowning you did as he asked, turning in your chair to meet his silhouette waiting outside your glass office with a huge bouquet of field flowers – your favourite. You felt your heart melt at the thought that he remembered such little details about you. You gasped seeing him, that beautiful smile graced his face as he watched you turn back around.

“Couldn’t you just play along!? It could have been so romantic!”

He whined making you shake your head in amusement. You could not believe... The man always made you happy with just him being but this time you felt like on cloud 9.

“So?... What do you say?”

You sighed heavily thanking your audience before quickly dropping everything off and leaving the office.

“Do I have a choice?”

Asking playfully you grabbed Fernando’s arm and greeted his wingman.

“So where are we going?”

Lance dropped you off at one of the most expensive restaurants in Las Vegas, even though you told Fernando some beer and fries in a random bar was enough when he told you where you were going.

You were a little skimpy, coming from not so rich family and always felt chest pain when buying expensive things or when someone bought you something.

Alonso knew it well but he wanted to give you the whole world so since that date he had been showering you with presents, not letting you complain about the price nor giving them away.

“Fernando?...”

“Yes?”

“Please be honest... Why did it took you so long to ask me out?...”

You asked after you ordered your food. That question occupied your mind since you started to flirt with each other. You thought that if that womanizer actually liked you, he would’ve asked you on a date a long time ago, which slowly made you lose faith in the chemistry between you two. The man sighed heavily gathering his thoughts before he responded.

“Well... I have to admit I was scared... I have a big, toe curling crush on you since we’ve met but I guess I was just scared that such a beautiful, smart and young woman won’t take a liking in an old man like me... Even though you were flirting back I just wasn’t sure... “

He confessed. You smiled reassuringly and captured his hands in yours.

“Oh Fernie... You could’ve tried... The worst that could happen would be me rejecting you but I could never... You’re too handsome and wise for me not to fall for you. And don’t you ever again dare call yourself old. Because you’re not. I don’t mind your age and neither should you worry about our age gap. It’s not that big after all...”

“12 years is not a lot?”

Fernando asked with a chuckle earning one back. The man loved hearing and seeing you laugh, especially when he caused it.

“It’s not! I know worse cases!”

You laughed along the man. You’ve spent the night enjoying each other’s company, hoping the day would never end.

You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast. You slept in his hotel room, in his bed but nothing happened between you two. Fernando loved you too much to rush anything sexual, prefering to just shower you in sweet kisses and goodnight hugs.

“Buenos días princesa~”(good morning princess)

The man soon walked in, a wooden tray full of food and two mugs of dark liquid in his hands. He sat down beside you and waited for you to sit up before he placed the tray in front of you.

“I’ve made you some breakfast. Your favourite. Chocolate pancakes with strawberries and bananas and caramel latte macchiato... Which I had to order from Starbucks downstairs as I am unable to use the coffee machine. Too complicated for my old mind”

You smiled happily and placed a sweet kiss to his lips before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Mmm... Thank you... You know me so well”

“Of course I do. I’m your one and only after all”

The man grinned before settling down beside you and joining you in eating. The morning passed by too quickly and soon you drove with Fernando to the paddock. Fortunately no paparazzi noticed you yet.

For the rest of your stay in Vegas, Alonso took you on dates, always to a different place thinking of different activities every time. You felt like he was what was missing in your life as you always felt a part of you lost until that evening.

The media quickly caught on to your romance, writing an article after an article about your relationship. The whole grid started to call you an old married couple the moment they found out, being very happy for you two just as the whole F1 community.

The only one who was still opposed to it was Lewis, but with time Fernando has managed to convince him he wasn’t so bad and treated you right.

Soon the 2023 season finished, that meant that in some time the F1 social media team was going to organise a Secret Santa gift exchange.

You wondered who’d you get, secretly hoping for Lewis, it would’ve been the easiest task ever as you knew well what he craved.

Unfortunately you drew Yuki and decided to buy him some food and sweets as it was the safest gift you were sure he’d like.

You weren’t the only one who drew someone other than they wished to. Fernando drew Esteban but wanted to get you, so he started to run around the paddock asking every driver if they got you.

Eventually he traded with Kevin who was more than happy to take Esteban, he just couldn’t think of a gift for you, whereas Fernando had his gift bought for you way earlier which waited in his apartment for the exchange.

When the day came, the social media staff caught you after an interview and you started to film your bit, which was the last one.

You sat down by the table and greeted the fans before taking the present the interviewer gave you. You smiled the whole time as you unwrapped the paper, a small black box emerging from it.

Opening it you revealed a beautiful gold ring with a shining amethyst in the midle. Looking confused at the ring you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

You turned around rapidly to see Fernando on his one knee in front of you, a soft smile plastered on his face as he looked deep into your eyes.

Tears started to fill yours when you finally understood what was going on, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips.

Some might thing it was too early as you only dated for a month but it felt like you've been together for those 2 years of flirting. Besides, Fernando felt like you were the one. No. He knew you were the one and you knew he was the only one for you too.

You shook your head not believing and hid your face in your hands.

“Fernando. Alonso. Diaz... You’re impossible”

You said soon, pulling your hands away from your face and smiling widely at the man.

“Is that a yes?”

You didn’t say anything instead quickly putting the ring on and throwing yourself at the man, you both falling to the ground with happy giggles and applause from the people surrounding you.

Grabbing his cheeks you kissed him passionately, not caring even a little about the cameras filming you, you wanted this moment captured and the whole world to see it.

It was the best month in your whole life...

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I hope you liked it! Let me know if you have any ideas for future fics! 💞

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annathesillyfriend · 2 years ago

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Hey there! I hope summer is treating you well 🌞I am currently crying over the fact that I didnt get to see Lizzo at a festival 30 km away from me last week and that I won't see Harry tomorrow in Warsaw, so I decided to distract myself with making this list 😅 I hope that next time I'll be able to tell you that I menaged to get Taylor tickets, so please keep your fingers crossed for me 🥰

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌊JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌊

it's what you make it and and honey, i'll make it all okay by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ two-shot, part of oh, baby universe which is an amazing dad!jake series and you should totally give it a try

you're safe now and bite me by @seresinsweetie

↳ two-shot, 18+, enemies to friends to lovers, i want a weighted blanket for my birthday this year and by weighted blanket i mean jake seresin on top of me, please and thank you

crossing all the lines by @//seresinsweetie

↳ one-shot, 18+, not it's time for a rooster x hangman x reader threesome and it's as hot as it sounds 🥵

hungman by @ddejavvu

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!camboy!jake, do i have to say more? whenever i see Daisy's url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read, such a talented writer!

a love you don't find everyday by @//beccaanne814

↳ series, this story has kept me on my toes and then surprised me in the best way possible, amazing fic 💕

head on your chest, heart in your hands by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, soft!jake has a special place in my heart

same 'ol situation by @topguncortez

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!jake and it's so good!!

🌊BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌊

how could i forget by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I put this particular fic here because it was the first one I read in June but I recommend going through Emily's whole masterlist. I could go on and on about how talented she is 👏I start every single one of my days by reading one of her works. Like literally every day. Thank you for making my morning more bearable 💕

give me your hand and here is my heart by @sometimesanalice

↳ two-shot, 18+, this is a part of a bigger universe that I love with my whole being. please, do yourself a favour and go read it all!

hey, salior by @//sometimesanalice

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am YELLING

warm blood by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, another phenomenal fic from another phenomenal author 👏👏 keep slaying!

home and viva la vegas by @honeysimagines

↳ two-shot, i read this like four times in the last month, my love for those fics is out of control

i'll guide you by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one-shot, 18+, i get dizzy and warm all over just by thinkign about this fic 👀

you left your name on my lips by @blurredcolour

↳ one-shot, beautiful fic!

love and loss by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, what a stunning piece. we all need this kind of support in our lives

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ one-shot, part of the same mistakes-verse which is a god tier series. this one left me speechless

i was supposed to sweat you out by @theharddeck

↳ one-shot, 18+, friends with benefits, simply delicious 👏👏

i think i love you by @thewulf

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, i loved this so very much

where do we go? by @thatlovinfeelin

↳ series, 18+, amazing fic, beautiful story!

salt air, and the rust on your door by @daniellarussoo

↳ one-shot, just a sweet little husband!bradly fic 😌

to love and be loved by @callsigncherub

↳ one-shot, i seriously debated jumping into the sea after reading this one

all consuming by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, Lauren's back at it again with a bloody banger

🌊JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO🌊

a little bit of fun and it's not rotten work (not if it's you) by @sushiwriterhere

↳ two-shot, 18+, javy x reader x jake fics, this is just great, i love everything about those stories

the double negative effect by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one-shot, there are not enough javy fics out there so i cherish every single one i find, especially ones as good as this one!

training accident by @//foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, another great javy story!

🌊ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌊

supernova by @laracrofted

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob x reader x pheonix threesome, a dream come true 😫

the worst date by @lovingperfectionsblog

↳ one-shot, love this one 💕

the wingman by @//roosterforme

↳ one-shot, 18+, okay we all aready know how much i adore Emily's work but i just had to put this one here cause bob needs all the love he can get!!

shut up and dance with me by @beccaanne814

↳ one-shot, man, the things i'd so for him to dance with me

sick day by @writingdumpster

↳ one-shot, bob's a little bit stuborn here but we're gonna let it slip just this once

girl in a coffee shop by @ohgodnotagainn

↳ one-shot, coffee shop!au, bob as a barista!!!! yes yes yes that all i need in life

🌊MICKEY ' FANBOY' GARCIA🌊

opposites attract by @foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, husband!mickey and he's just so 🥺🥺

🌊STEVE HARRINGTON🌊

all the time by @bookshelf-dust

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers and fake dating -> ✨cheff's kiss✨

cardigan by @supernovafics

↳ one-shot, professor!steve x professor!reader, angst with happy ending, great work 👏

car kisses by @iridescentprose

↳ one-shot, there is just something so kissable about steve driving a car. i would, too, risk my life to pour some love on that man

this fic by @spicysix

↳ one-shot, being stuck in an elevator may not be an ideal situation but it's whole other thing when steve harrington is there with you

steve-o by @bettysupremacy

↳ one-shot, i just adore this steve

midnight love by @loveshotzz

↳ one-shot, 18+, fuck boy!steve but we fall for him anyway

this fic by @lovebugism

↳ one-shot, 18+, SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD i can't even

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↳ one-shot, broke my heart and put it right back together

bad for ussiness by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ series, 18+, enemies to lovers is the superior trope and this fic is the perfect example, my favourite steve fic honestly

a good dream by @solarluvs

↳ one-shot, 18+, the fact that this will never happen to me in real life is just criminal

keep trying by @lilacletter

↳ one-shot, 18+, an obligatory baby making fic™, they just hit different

cool about it by @mysticmunson

↳ one-shot, if you feel like getting your heart broken, that's a fic for you :')

this love by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one-shot, 18+, a masterpiece really

🌊EDDIE MUNSON🌊

brain like a sieve by @munsster

↳ one-shot, AHHHHHHHHHH is all i have to say on this 😅

sunscreen and chlorine and blue raspberry syrup by @eiightysixbaby

↳ two-shot, 18+, lifeguard!eddie, perfect summer read, just like ice cream on a hot day 🙌

something like this by @taintedcigs

↳ one-shot, a good old truth or dare fic, just what we all love

love me tender by @oneforthemunny

↳ one-shot, 18+, janitor!eddie x teacher!reader, what a stunning piece of work that is 🥺

hot rod by @shamevillain

↳ one-shot, 18+, you will need a shower after reading this 🥵

🌊RHETT ABBOTT🌊

right where i want you by @//sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, 18+, sort of enemies to lovers, i am so normal about this 🙂

hell on heels (part 2) by @strawhbrrries

↳ two-shot, 18+, that bloody cowboy will send us all straight to hell

wildflower, widefire by @sebsxphia

↳ series, 18+, the perfect balance between sweet and sexy 😌😌

the ferris wheel by @lewmagoo

↳ one-shot, i just wanna share funnel cake with rhett abbott, is that too much to ask???

invisible string by @wkndwlff

↳ one-shot, 18+, BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #june 2023 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reaer #stranger things fic recs #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

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sunny-mercya · 10 months ago

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Casino Blues

01. First Heist

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader | Platonic! Danny Ocean x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

Masterlist | Previous / Next | Prototype OS

When Danny, after being out of prison, asked Rusty to join him at a Grand Coup of heist—Rusty had only agreed halfway to it. After all, he wanted to know for what exactly they would rob and risking their lives and freedom for.

Especially freedom, because Rusty sure as hell—damned he will be—didn't want to get caught and being send, like Danny, into prison. He simply couldn't afford such ending.

And when Danny told him, they gonna rob—not only one but three—Casinos in good old Viva Las Vegas, Rusty wanted to know a even far more good enough reason for him to join in such madness.

And Danny, like the best friend and charming asshole he is, told Rusty the only valid reason he needs to have;

»If we pull this off and I promise you, we will. You can finally pay the devils debt and free [Name], moving to wherever your heart desires and afford the safety you have promised him.«

Danny was right, hitting a wound point in Rusty's ego, because there had been one thing Rusty—in all those years—couldn't do and that was giving you proper protection. Protecting you from a past, you would never be able to free yourself from it, if you didn't have a certain amount of money for it.

»Okay, I'm in. But if we fail, I'm gonna send you personally to hell, Danny boy.«

Rusty might have agreed, trusting and believing in his friend that they will manage this with a 100 percentage chance of successful winning—but he also knew what price it would cost him, because if they indeed fail. It would be you, who Rusty would lose and you're more worth to him than all the money and jewels in the world.

~~~

So far, the whole plan went, besides minor improvements, smoothly good.

Rusty could almost imagine the millions of Dollar he would have soon. Enough money to buy you free and finally live with you in peace.

Just you and him, thought Rusty, imagining the new chapter of life—fully secure, comfortable and happy healthy—he would have with you and maybe a big family with lots of cats and dogs.

„Uh, uhm, Rusty there's–“ „Rusty, there's a problem. A you problem.“

»What?« asked Rusty through the mini microphone, scrunching up his face in confusion—forgetting his cup of jello momentarily. Another problem? What do they mean with "you"-problem?

„Look towards the entrance. You might need to prepare for a divorce too.“

»Fuck. Give me some extra minutes to sort this out.«

»Robert Russel James Ryan! You do not leave our house in such fucking manners. How fucking dare you! Do you know how fucking worried I was?!«

A few people had turned their heads, starting to gossip already, when you marched forward to Rusty and shouted in anger at him.

Ouch, shouting his full name—you're furious, a deadly threat of trait of yours, with him and it was Rusty's own fault.

Rusty took a few steps forward, discarding his cup of jello and raising both of his hands in surrender—wanting to appease you.

Honestly, he haven't seen you this angry, ever since Danny and he had a fistfight with your "Boss"—which they of course had lost, as they couldn't win against a knife and knuckleheads—and you were so upset with them, that you cussed them out so much—they were taken aback by it, spook them just a little—while you treated their wounds.

So yes, Rusty—and as well Danny—knew your kind of anger very well.

»Hey, love, watcha doing here?« Rusty was curious how you got here—as you should be in sunny California, safe and sound in the apartment.

»Don't come with such bullshit. You know perfectly well, why the fuck I'm here. So tell me now, Robert, the fuck are you and Danny—and I know the fucker is here as well—suspiciously planning to do here?!« you had raised your finger, pointing threatening at him.

Rusty inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to think of ways to get you away from here—before you either might could get harmed by accident, being caught in the metaphorically crossfire or causing a disturbance to their plan.

Though, perhaps, he could use you for a good distraction, but no—no, no, he had sworn himself to not do such things with you.

Gripping your arms gently, Rusty pulls you close to his side and leads you away to a more secluded area of waiting.

Rusty brought you a glass of cold Cola, which you begrudgingly took from your husband. Taking a few sips from it, you gave Rusty a pointed look—almost a frown or angry glare—awaiting an explanation from him.

~~~

Waking up to an empty bedside wasn't what had spooked you into a worry—it was the discovery that your husband was nowhere in the apartment and that he couldn't be called and neither Danny.

It might didn't seem like big problem for most people, but for you it was—considering your past and what happened to Rusty and Danny back then.

Your mind raced with unpleasant thoughts and memories. Every possibility of what if's run through, flooding you with anxiety.

Rusty could've been; in a accident, being in hospital injured, arrested—most likely, your husband is certainly not a innocent man and had done some bad things of illegally—you're not a saint either though—you're aware of it—or worst case scenario, your Boss signed of the deal and killed Rusty.

God, it causes waves of nausea inside your stomach. Lungs feeling so tight, it was hard to breathe for the next minutes and your body, shaking like unstable tower during an earthquake.

»Fucking above, I swear to, Rusty will get his share fair of talk from me to hear.« you grumbled out, cursing loudly when you hit your hand somewhere.

You needed to sit down for a few minutes, stress getting too high and head too light.

~~~

».....surprise«

»Repeat that?« you blinked at him, haven't registered one word of what Rusty just had told you.

»I said, I can't tell you what me and Danny doing here, because it's a surprise, love«

»Rusty, you tell me now, why you and Danny are here or so god help me.«

»My love, I can't. It's a surprise«

Perhaps, in retrospective, Rusty shouldn't have woken you up in the early hours of morning—still in a daze of sleep, in between slumber of dreams—and telling you, in a half-truth, about a little trip he's gonna do, kissing you goodbye.

And yeah, maybe Rusty should have told you personally about the little heist they gonna do, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore and Rusty loved it to surprise you.

»Fuck your surprise, Rusty. I honestly thought he had signed off the deal and oh, I don't know, killed you. I was worried sick, asshole.«

»I know, I know my dear. I should have told you, I know. Could my prince forgive me?«

Rusty leaned in closer, whispering the last few words in your ear as he asks for your forgiveness, ghosting small kisses over face and your lips—when you remain silent.

You rolled your eyes at Rusty antics, but couldn't help yourself to smile.

„Not to bother, rus, but time management?“

Sometimes, Rusty thought—holding back a groan of annoyance—the guys sure could be a mood killer and pain in the ass. It's his and Danny's team though and a teams a team and they a job to do.

»Wait for me at Helios-Motel, I'll be there in like a hour.«

Rusty kissed you one more time on the lips, before standing up. You had taken hold of his hand, before he could walk away.

»You promise me, you and Danny will be safe?«

»Of course, my prince.«

If Rusty might be caught today's night and they would ask him for his reasons, he would tell them; it's you, you're his sole reason for everything he does.

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #malereader #xmalereader #ocean's trilogy #rusty ryan ocean's trilogy #rusty x male reader #rusty ryan x male reader #rusty ryan #ocean's 11

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 11 months ago

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 47 - Viva Las Vegas. Episode 3.

-------Andy's point of view--------

Andy: I could hardly believe this evening! It had been magical! We did it! We were married, Evan and I!! I could hardly believe it!!! Our mate bond was sealed, now unbreakable. Could I be any happier? No. This was pure bliss. Something fairy tales are made of. I looked around the room, seeing friends and family starting to grab dinner, some were having drinks in a corner, others were dancing. The room was truly spectacular! Looking like something from a Tim Burton movie, if you ask me. Less gloomy, but still. The perfect Halloween room for sure. It was spot on. No doubt this was our wedding, as the room and atmosphere screamed our names. I could not believe how wonderful he had made it all. After eating a bit, I started dancing, mainly with Congo, but also Evan and Daniel, everyone was having so much fun, it was so amazing they had all come together in such a short time. As I had understood, they had only had since Thursday, so only 2 days. 2 short days to put this magical fairy tale together. Once again it made me feel so lucky, to have such amazing friends and family.

Sparkle: Andy… wake up! You're daydreaming again she chuckled softly and poked my arm

Andy: I chuckled hoarse Yeah… so it seems…

Sparkle: She handed me a glass of champagne Cheers darling!

Andy: Cheers gorgeous! I tabbed my glass against hers and sipped the sweet champagne Nice costume btw! I like this darker look on you… very sexy…

Sparkle: She giggled softly and looked down herself for a brief moment Thank you, I made it myself!

Andy: It's really good I smiled brightly but no surprise you made it yourself, you really have a talent for stuff like this… you always have…. such a great cosplay really… How about giving me a twirl? I smiled at her cheekily

Sparkle: Is that an excuse for checking out my ass? she chuckled softly and winked at me

Andy: You know me so well I chuckled hoarse and smiled flirtatiously

Sparkle: Well alright then she giggled softly and gave me a little twirl so I could get to see the outfit better

Andy: Niiice… makes you look older somehow… in a good way though.

Sparkle: Thanks. I kinda hoped that. But let's keep down the flirtation she pulled her tongue at me and chuckled I'm not so sure your new husband would appreciate you flirting with the girls on your wedding day?

Evan: He suddenly sweeped in from the side, planting a soft kiss on the back of my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist line from behind I don't mind Sparkle… I love him just the way he is.

Sparkle: N'awwww, you guys are torture!! I'm so happy for you though, but also wildly jealous! She chuckled softly and pouted I need a man of my own.

Evan: Nodded towards the dance floor Well… 2 of your 3 men are out there, so, why don't you go grab one of them?

Sparkle: She blushed softly Erhm…

Andy: I looked confused at the dance floor 2 out of 3?

Evan: Chuckled secretly

Sparkle: Blushed even more, and quickly disappeared in the crowd

Andy: I turned around quickly, facing him What did I miss out on here?

Evan: Yeah, I forgot to tell you, mostly cause I tried to forget… I happened to walk in on Sparkle and my dad… having sex…. Sparkle riding him.

Andy: I laughed loudly for a short while, then looked at his serious face Wait… you're not kidding?

Evan: Looked at me dead seriously

Andy: I looked towards Robert on the dance floor Son of a bitch!

Evan: He chuckled softly According to my dad it was a one time opportunity. But let's face it, the more I try to prevent it from happening again, the more it will happen. And she made a fair point anyway. They're both adults, so they can do whatever they want. I just wish the divorce papers would have been finalized first, but at the same time, I can't really blame him either.

Andy: So… you're okay with it?

Evan: Yeah… well he wrinkled his nose a bit As okay as I can be with something like that he smiled softly Let's dance! *He grabbed one of my hands, quickly leading me to the dance floor, dancing to the happy tunes*: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACpOIX38Lvk

------Congo's point of view-------

Congo: *The evening went by great, and every time I looked at Andy and Evan, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their joy and get a little teary. I had some long nice talks with both Robert and Leonard about the boys and their whole life up until now. Concentrating only on the good stuff of course. It was safe to say this day was a success. From where we were sitting we could easily watch the evening move along. People dancing, drinking, eating, laughing and sometimes people were posing for pictures. Once in a while we joined in on the dancing as well, when someone bit us up for a dance that is. Sparkle even came by twice to ask me personal for a dance, as Daniel kept teasing her, so I guess she needed someone to hide behind for a while, I gladly accepted each time. I had just had a glass of Whiskey with Evan as Clover tabbed her glass, and stood up.

Clover: Could I have everyone's attention? She smiled warmly as the music lowered and everybody turned their attention towards her This is not per say a toast, it's just a small note I would like to read. I found it today, by random, in an old recipe book of mine. And I thought it was very fitting for this day. Not only for what the day itself means, but also for your wedding. She cleared her throat, and unfolded a little old note of paper, reading loud and clear with a warm voice Samhain Magic: We count the days till Samhain comes. It is the witches New Year, All Hallows Eve and the spirit world takes flight. We gather in sacred ritual with candles, a flame under harvest moon light. We call to the ancestors who have been here before, as we seek wisdom and insight. It is the Sabbath of Samhain, a most enchanted magical night. She folded the paper and slit it back into her suit, smiling warmly at Andy and Evan with tears in her eyes and raised her glass To the groom and groom! Everyone lifted their glasses as well and cheered to the couple

Congo: It did really suit the evening, she was right. Sacred ritual it sure had been, the ceremony, so perfect and very much in line with their souls. And an enchanted magical night it for sure also was. I looked around at everybody as they started dancing and doing whatever they were doing before. There were just as much happiness around, as there had been on Andy and my wedding. You could feel the love all around. It was truly heartwarming and soothing. I noticed Evan's cigs on the table, and quickly dragged one out of the package, including his lighter and snuck outside to enjoy the view and some chilled evening air on my face. I leaned my back against the wall, and lit the cig, only few seconds later noticing I wasn't alone, as I saw something move out of the corner or my eye

Katherine: Sorry, did I startle you?

Congo: I smiled warmly No… I just didn't expect someone else to have had the same idea as me I chuckled softly and took a drag of the cig

Katherine: She chuckled softly Yeah… I needed a bit of fresh air after dancing with Daniel she chuckled softly He sure knows how to take up some space on the dance floor while dancing, eh?

Congo: I chuckled warmly He sure does.

Katherine: She took a deep relaxed breath and sighed happily towards the sky What a beautiful night!

Congo: I looked at the stars, it sure was

Kat: So how are you feeling my darling?

Congo: Happy. I smiled at her warmly and took another drag of the cig I'm very very happy Katherine. Thank you for asking. And how are you?

Kat: I'm a proud mama, that's what I am she chuckled softly and sipped a beer she apparently had been hiding on the other side of her that I couldn't see.

Congo: I like your outfit, Sheriff I smiled warmly at her, and nodded at her Sheriff dress great choice!

Kat: She chuckled warmly Yeah… I wanted to make sure that both Andy and Daniel would behave nice today, I am after all still a mom… I have to remind the youngsters that even if they are all grown up, I still have some authority she chuckled softly and shook her head No, I'm afraid this is all Lenny's doing she pointed towards her breasts, that today looked particularly large It's the frills… they seem to enhance what was already there, and he is a boob man after all, so, can we really blame him?

Congo: I laughed warmly No, I guess we really cant! I like his outfit too though… it was quite unexpected… did you pick his then?

Kat: Nah… that's Lenny's own doing again. He said he wanted to be 'hip with the kids' whatever that means she chuckled warmly, and I couldn't help but follow

Congo: So which costume do you like the best?

Kat: Tough choice… I think I would have to go with either Sparkle or Clover… I really like the sexiness of Clovers, although I personally would never have the guts to wear something like that. And she even dressed it down a bit by wearing tights under, as there were peek holes at both crotch and buttocks according to her. She thought it was a tad inappropriate for a wedding, even if it was Andy's wedding she chuckled softly But I also really love Sparkles, and the amount of effort she put into putting it all together, and sewing the dress. And for once I actually know the character she's trying to portrait… well, technically I also know Clovers character. It was easy with that fiery red hair and the green suit.

Congo: I nodded and blew some smoke out Yes… both ladies really did a great job. So… who is the most surprising outfit? We were both quiet few seconds, then spoke out the name at the same time GEORGE!!

Kat: She laughed loudly I guess he also had an urge to feel 'hip with the kids'?!

Congo: I nodded and laughed warmly I guess so! And he seems very much into the roll as well… every other sentence he tries to squeeze in words like YOLO, LMAO and OMG I chuckled warmly I mostly try to avoid him as I feel my brain can't take it much more.

Kat: She laughed warmly Yes… I try my best to steer around him as well.

George: YOLO SWAGSTERS!! suddenly the teen found us with a big happy smile on his face Evan says he needs us all to gather, so… He pointed towards the party

Kat: We both looked at each other and then burst out laughing

George: He chuckled softly and we quickly followed him inside, Kathrine linking her arm with mine leaning against me, as she was still laughing too much to walk straight.

#unicornmanes #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Congo Shaw #Evan Thompson #Katherine Cullman #George Cullman #Clover Adams #Sparkle Diamondsheart

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backmaskcd · 7 months ago

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"No, not you marrying Elvis; Elvis being the officiator or whatever. You know, the gimmick?" She had no idea why that made him so irritable, but she wasn't going to push that button. "Old man never struck me as your type, even for some sort of clickbait. But you remember that old TV show, Viva La Bam? I'm pretty sure one of those morons got married in Vegas by Elvis. Mail order bride." She paused, realizing she was revealing a little too much of the pieces of her she kept under wraps.

"Oh, how could I forget," Illyana rolled her eyes, but there was a quirk of a smile at the corner of her lips. "I'll take the hair dye back then; I'll put it to good use. I'm not a monster though, I'd never try to take Flash from wherever he wants to be." She held the phone up just out of his reach. "Let me bring it up first - grabby." She angled her body just a little. While the internet didn't work, it had still been downloaded by the server, so she could still see the email even if it was impossible to reply to it. "There." She handed it over, not letting her face show anything but cool annoyance. "Content?"

"Yeah well he's here," and that was a disgusting thought knowing what had happened since Hunter arrived. Honestly there were moments he was sure his face still stung from the absolute beatdown he had received. "And why the fuck would I marry Elvis, I'm not-" he paused, another quick flash of a recap running through his head, things that Illyana would know: the gossip column, Jax, Liam, "-that...fucking stupid."

"I'm always sunshine and fucking roses," a quick interjection, "I came here to have some fucking fun, and it's not my fault everyone else here doesn't. I'm not apologising to anyone for bringing my brand of fun here. And I didn't ask you to bring hair dye or the dog, you did that yourself." Although he was thankful, and seeing the little terror sat in his lap was giving him such a genuine surge of warmth and happiness, he couldn't explain it. "Go back to your place and fucking sleep then, you've given me my shit, said hi or whatever, go rest." Attention once again diverted to Flash and the next onslaught of wet kisses the dog gave to his chin and cheeks. "But lemme see the email first," and he reached out his hand for her phone.

#illyana malkovich ; threads #illyana and hunter 1

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years ago

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 27 - Following Threads

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what will be found?, 5.2k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26

WARNINGS: anxiety-induced panicking, violence

“One, two, three!” Alex counted down with his sticks before the band all kicked in together to play another number. They had managed to get a couple gigs and he’d really tried to bring in some excitement for them. At this point, though, his body was merely going off muscle memory while his mind wandered away from the song. Since everything that had gone on recently, he could feel a great difference in his ability to even focus on playing, let alone enjoy any of it. It was still possible, but he knew, and he knew everyone else knew, that the same passion he put into it had changed. He desperately tried paying attention to Luke’s voice as he realized he was staring blankly into a crowd he could barely see.

“Hear the noise in my head, it’s calling out like a voice I can’t forget…”

That line hadn’t stuck out to him before, but suddenly Alex was imagining Willie’s voice in his mind. I told you I missed you. He should’ve been able to see it. In the way he’d been so withdrawn, the way he’d moved like there was more than just the weight of being tired, but especially the intensity of that last kiss. Alex had spent the rest of that day grinning inwardly believing he had the silliest, most romantic boyfriend ever. All of that had been an attempt to telegraph the truth and he hadn’t understood the message.

“Don’t look down ‘cuz we’re still rising up right now...and even if we hit the ground...we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever but live it like it’s now or never…”

He’d nearly missed the chorus. Come on, Alex, be in the present. He could be okay as long as he still had his friends. Kicked out of the house? Now he didn’t have to deal with his parents. Homeless? Victoria was letting him stay with her out of the sheer goodness of her heart. Their first album not likely to work out? They could still play. Alex had to try to remember the bright side. Willie would want him to keep seeing the bright side. Thinking of Willie should’ve been able to help him get through anything.

Both Reggie and Bobby were staring at him as they played and Alex realized that he’d been forgetting his harmonies and had just missed a solo line. Catching eye contact with both, they pushed right through it and he cast his eyes downward in embarrassment. Why couldn’t he focus? They were in the middle of a gig for goodness’ sake. The guys were counting on him.

Even as he played the final beats of the song, Alex could feel the nerves begin taking over and his hands shook. The feeling settled into his chest, and while his three friends met the crowd with arms raised in celebration, he couldn’t find the strength to move. Suddenly the lights seemed to be too bright and the sounds around him mashed together into muddy nonsense. Only rattled breaths released from his lungs. Not again. Not this shit again.

“Uh…thank you so much everyone, we’re Sunset Curve!” Luke was saying into the mic. All the guys were glancing at Alex in concern. All Alex could feel was a cold numbness slowly spread through his body before he could begin to think. Then the lights went low and he felt arms guiding him out of his seat toward a direction he couldn’t really sense. It seemed like everything but his heartbeat had fallen asleep.

“Stay with us, Alex,” he heard Bobby muttering, and he guessed they were somewhere backstage. The only thing Alex could stand to pay any attention to was how violent the shakes had become regardless of how lifeless he felt elsewhere.

“I’m cold…” he managed to whisper.

“Here,” Reggie pulled off his leather jacket and laid it over Alex’s torso and the warmth was somewhat comforting.

“Reggie,” Luke was saying. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but do you have anything you can do out there on the acoustic?”

“I do, but they’re my country songs.”

Sighing, Luke shook his head.

“Okay, well just…just give ‘em your best shot. Tell ‘em it’s something new, that’ll liven them up.”

Alex could barely keep his eyes open so he could only hear footsteps moving closer or further away from him as he sat listening to his pulse pound around his head like a ricocheting bullet. After a couple minutes he heard Reggie’s voice and more cheers from the crowd, and felt a piece of himself crack apart inside. He was letting his friends down now, too, and they were covering for him. Beyond his control, tears began streaming quietly down his face.

Bobby sat with him while Luke ran to find some water, but they remained in silence while Alex was all but nearly catatonic. This had happened numerous times during practices, but usually Alex didn’t have to worry about it on stage. Something like shame or guilt rose in his mind, and he knew that no matter how hard the guys tried to finish things off it had been obvious that he wasn’t fine. His friends hadn’t complained about it before, but already the things they could say began milling through Alex’s imagination.

“Alex,” Luke was saying as he knelt before him holding a bottle of water. “Need any help getting this down?”

Silently and slowly lifting an open hand, Alex watched Luke twist off the cap and place the bottle into his slightly curled fingers. The effort it took to raise it to his mouth and barely tip it upwards was ridiculous. An ugly voice in his mind seemed to be jeering at him for barely being able to manage. He handed the water back to Luke and the three of them sat quietly.

The tension was obvious, even as they all listened to Reggie try to win over the crowd with his impromptu set. Luke eventually let Alex keep the water to himself so he could take sips at intervals. While Alex’s body eventually returned to working order, he still felt a nasty pit in his stomach. How long was this going to last? All he could experience now was the undercurrent threat that some way or another he would suddenly lose everything he had left and he had little to no control over it. To him, it was just a matter of time before his panicking became too much and either he wouldn’t be able to get on stage at all or the guys wouldn’t want him to play with them anyway. He was too aware of the kind of patience they all had to employ when he got this way.

“How’re you feeling?” Bobby prompted.

Alex looked up and felt the guilt twist around like a knife in his gut.

“I ruined the set.”

“No,” Bobby waved off. “No, man, don’t worry about that. Are you good to like, stand up or anything?”

“I think so,” Alex said. He didn’t really feel like moving from his position, but it was probably for the best. Bobby got up first and extended a hand to help him onto his feet. He took a minute to be sure his stance was firm as Reggie finally came backstage again.

“I’d say they had mixed reviews,” he reported, letting the acoustic hang behind him and shuffling his feet. He shot a wide smile toward Alex. “I’m glad you’re upright again.”

Alex offered a half-hearted half-smile in return, to which Reggie immediately put an arm around his shoulder.

“We’ve got takedown handled,” Luke told him. “You just go ahead and rest up in the van, okay?”

Nodding, Alex went to take the passenger seat in the van. Later on, when the guys dropped him off at Victoria’s home, he made sure to enter as quietly as possible. She was back to working as usual now that Rose was in recovery, and he wanted to do everything possible to make his stay as convenient as he could. He owed so much to her and he never wanted her to spend more time than necessary worrying about him.

“How was the gig?” her voice echoed from inside the kitchen. Alex had never expected to dread being caught by someone who wasn’t mad at him about something. He peered into the doorway hesitantly to see her seated with a cup of tea. Upon entering, he was also surprised to see Julie sitting beside her. She was dressed in pajamas covered in dinosaurs and wearing her glasses, enjoying her own mug of hot chocolate.

“Hey, Julie,” he said, lifting his hand in a small wave.

“Hey, Alex,” she replied, returning his gesture with a smile.

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and slouching into the seat at the end of the table, he sighed.

“The gig was sort of a bust,” he said.

“Did something happen?” Victoria asked in concern. He only dared to glance up for a second, catching Julie’s expression as well and immediately refocusing his eyes onto a dent in the table. “I see. Would more hot chocolate help you feel better?”

Looking back up at her, he bobbed his head indecisively before it turned into nodding yes. Getting up from her chair, he watched Victoria fetch another mug and reheat what had already been prepared on the stove. A sliver of gratitude began to seep into his gloomy state. Amid all the chaos, he was learning to take her kindness more graciously. It was hard for him to trust adults, but the Molinas all seemed to make it easier to do, and that was a blessing.

“Was the show really that bad?” Julie asked.

Taking a moment to decide how he would properly sum things up, Alex took a deep breath while Victoria handed him his drink.

“Well…long story short, we resorted to having Reggie play his country songs.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow as she sat down and took a sip of her tea. “Ay, dios.”

Alex almost laughed. Julie grimaced.

“I mean, I like his songs, but Luke never lets him play any of them,” she said.

He merely bowed his head as he took a sip of hot chocolate and then continued to stare down into the frothy brown as though he could find whatever he needed in there. Disappointingly, it wasn’t the brown of Willie’s eyes.

“Well, I think I’m going to turn in,” Victoria said, breaking up the tension for a moment. “You don’t have a problem with my niece staying the night, do you?”

Alex shook his head, giving her a small assuring smile.

“Okay, kiddos, have a good night. If you need more pillows, preciosa, there’s some in the closet downstairs.” She kissed Julie on the head and then made out of the kitchen with the tea in her hand. Immediately, Alex seemed to relax a little more. Victoria was great with him, but he’d missed hanging with Julie. He could tell she was waiting patiently for him to speak on his own time and tried to figure out where to begin.

“Things keep changing,” he said after a long pause. “It’s all too much and too fast, and now it just feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong.”

“And you’re afraid you’re going to lose everything good in your life?” Julie observed. He could see the sense of familiarity in her eyes and recognized the fear she had of losing her mom. She could definitely sympathize.

“There’s not much left for me,” he admitted. His hands remained resting around the mug but he no longer had any desire to finish his drink. Julie moved closer and put an arm around him, leaning onto his shoulder.

“We’re not gonna go anywhere, Alex,” she told him. “The band, Flynn, my family - we all care about you.”

Alex tilted his head so he could rest it on top of her curls. He could never replace Abby as a younger sister, but he would gladly welcome Julie as one he never had. Sitting together in silence, a bittersweetness passed between them that slowly transitioned into peaceful comfort. The small sliver of gratitude he’d felt earlier grew big enough to let him smile properly.

“You’re gonna think this is silly,” he said. “But now I have Yellow Submarine playing in my head.”

Julie sat up straight and gave him a goofy look as she chuckled and shook her head.

“That was a pretty good time,” she reminisced. Then her face went serious again. “I bet Willie misses you, too.”

Alex regarded her words thoughtfully. Even Julie associated him with Willie, although she’d barely known him. It kind of blew his mind how everyone saw the two of them together so naturally.

“Every day I think that if I just went back to Vegas, I could take him back,” he told Julie. “And I can get him out of Caleb’s hands for good.”

“When my mom was in the hospital,” Julie began saying. “One of the nurses that cared for her taught me something really important. She had lost a son a long time ago and she told me it was important to never forget. I know it probably sounds cheesy and not very comforting, but I think that’s the best thing you can do.”

It wasn’t something he wanted to admit, but she did have a point. The question was would he ever get over Willie? Would he ever get over the fact that they still hadn’t been able to do half of what they’d hoped, or that he was literally taken away and that’s the only reason they couldn’t be together? Those thoughts straddled the line between heartbreak and anger so much of the time, and in that moment the anger was overpowering.

“Thanks, Julie,” he said. “I think I’m gonna go to bed, too.”

Her hand rubbed along his back for extra comfort before she lowered it.

“Goodnight,” she murmured.

Alex poured what was left of his hot chocolate in the sink and rinsed out the mug before making his way to the room he’d been staying in. The anger had given him renewed energy, so he really wasn’t tired enough to sleep just then. He hadn’t wanted to bother Julie with it, though, since she was worried enough already.

As he lifted his hand to turn the handle to open his room, he saw a light on in another room he hadn’t ever seen occupied before. So Victoria hadn’t gone to bed. Curiosity arose and after debating whether he should ignore it or not, Alex dropped his grip on the door handle and went to knock. There was no response and after knocking a second time, he gently opened the door a few inches.

“Victoria?” he quietly muttered. He’d expected maybe she’d fallen asleep while doing whatever it was she did in there, but no one was inside. Opening the door wider, he took in a spectacle.

It looked like this was her home office, with a desk covered in numerous papers and files and shelves full of more folders. A large cork board was hung at the back with several images and paper clippings covering it and he saw that they were all connected with red string in some sort of web. Sticky notes with shorthand questions were placed by some of the images, but Alex didn’t bother to read them. Instead he looked at the center that all the red string pointed to and recognized the photo he’d seen so many months ago on the pier: the missing kid poster.

“Oh!” he heard Victoria behind him, chuckling nervously. “I never expected you to come in here!” She shuffled past him and began putting away several papers that had been strewn all over the desk.

“What is all this?” he asked.

“It’s just a side project,” she told him. He could tell he’d intruded on something she didn’t want to be seen. “I couldn’t seem to let go of this one, and I believe I’m close, but there’s still a lot of evidence missing.”

Alex only stared at the web.

“You started this because of me, didn’t you?”

Victoria sighed as she nodded and folded her arms. “Yes. And I’ll be very honest with you, there’s a great possibility that your theory was right. But understanding what I do about Caleb, it’ll be difficult to get more information if I tried seeing him again.”

Pausing his gaze on the poster, Alex couldn’t help the small hope that grew in his chest. Nothing was more tempting to him than helping her solve the case. He was no detective, he knew, but if neither him nor Victoria could sleep properly over this what were they waiting on?

“Could you get some kind of warrant or something?” he asked.

Chuckling softly, she shook her head. “When it’s not assigned, no. I’m basically doing vigilante work with this, so I’ve got to be careful. I only bother with it strictly between cases at work.”

“What about just talking to Willie, then?” Alex knew he was being desperate and a little pushy, but chances were chances. Victoria looked at him with a furrowed brow and pressed her lips together in serious thought.

“Well…” she lowered her gaze and unfolded her arms. “Getting his testimony would be a good idea, but it won’t immediately solve everything.”

It was a good idea, though. Alex could feel himself jumping from whatever ledge he’d been standing on and clinging to the rope he’d just been given. This was the only way he believed he could feel peace again. Even if at the end of it all they were both wrong and he had to accept the facts, knowing he’d tried everything would be enough. Then maybe he could take Julie’s advice and not be filled with so much anger. He was still staring at the missing kid’s poster.

“Alex,” Victoria was saying to him. “I think for now we should both get some rest. You’ve had a lot going on tonight.”

Feeling gravity pull him back onto the ground, he sucked in a breath at hearing her words.

“Yeah,” he nodded, albeit absent-mindedly. “Yeah, we should.”

Victoria turned off the light and shut the door behind both of them as he headed back to his room. Changing and laying down in his bed, Alex was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any proper sleep after the night he’d just had. What if they did solve the case together? What would they discover? Maybe he was being presumptuous, but he didn’t care. After everything he’d been through, he deserved to suspend reality, or maybe even bend it to his will.

“Alex,” Victoria’s voice could be heard in his room. “Alex! Despiértate!”

Groggily opening his eyes, he saw the woman standing over his bed, desperately trying to jostle him awake. He could tell that it was late morning by the light from outside, but it was the weekend so he wasn’t sure what she was trying to wake him for.

“Levántate, levántate!” Victoria repeated, clapping her hands.

“What is it?” he groaned in confusion. Had she lost her mind? He couldn’t even understand what she was saying.

“We’re leaving!” she exclaimed.

Sitting upright, he continued to look at her, puzzled.

“What?”

“I said we’re leaving, get ready!” she repeated, gesturing vaguely. At his continued bewilderment, she put her hands on her hips. “We’re going to Las Vegas, chico, now get ready before I change my mind!”

Scrambling to get out of his bed, Alex moved as quickly as he could to throw on some clothes and then rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He hadn’t been sure if Victoria would want to do anything so soon because she’d seemed so hesitant, but this was the best surprise he could’ve gotten. He could hear her speaking with Julie from across the house, organizing anything she wanted to bring with her. How long did she expect them to stay there? A couple days? He didn’t wait to find out; he just emptied his backpack of all his homework and threw in as much as he could fit. It was better to not need anything than be unprepared.

Alex entered the kitchen with his things and found Julie eating a peanut butter sandwich with a big smile on her face.

“What’s that look for?” he asked.

“I’m just excited for you!” she said.

“You’re not coming along?”

“No,” Julie sighed. “I have other stuff going on. But I really hope whatever happens, you get to be happy again.”

The warmth smile that grew on his face was impossible to stop.

“Thanks, Julie,” he said softly.

“Okay!” Victoria came in carrying her purse and keys. “We have a long way to go and a lot to do, so vamonos!”

Heaving his bag, Alex understood that to mean they were leaving and went toward the car.

“Te quiero mucho sobrina; te llamo luego!” Victoria called back to Julie before climbing inside and starting the ignition.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Alex put on his seatbelt and looked over at Victoria.

“So what’s your plan?” he wondered.

She put on a pair of sunglasses and looked over at him with a smirk before turning her eyes back to the road and pulled away from the house.

They checked into a hotel that was different from the one Alex had stayed in before - probably for the better - and then Victoria took him to a men’s tailoring shop first. She had explained everything she knew about Caleb’s club to him, that he’d sold the other businesses, and they had discussed how they still might get to Willie.

“Why did you bring me here?” he wondered, standing in the middle of the store looking at a bland selection of blacks and grays.

“Because his club is fancy and you would stick out like a sore thumb if you went in that ripped jacket,” Victoria had told him, already looking through a rack.

“But I’m not even going with you tonight.”

“Tonight, no,” she said. “But what I’m hoping for when I go and play like I’m the usual guest is to talk to some of the other people working in the club. Depending on if they know anything, they can help us get to Willie. If they do, we can meet Willie tomorrow, I’ll get his testimony and maybe even a peek at his foster care record, and then we’ll go there together and stick it in that horrible man’s face.”

Alex raised his eyebrows in slight surprise at how invested Victoria was with this.

“Besides, you boys deserve to have a night where you both look fancy,” she added.

Sticking his tongue in his cheek, Alex suppressed a self-conscious chuckle as she grabbed a pair of pants and a jacket and held them up to him. It felt strangely like the many times he’d been taken shopping with his mom, but Victoria actually agreed with him when he said he didn’t like how he looked.

After trying on a few combinations, he stood in a black velvet suit that he couldn’t decide on. The velvet was nice, but it was just…too black. The shirt underneath, however, complimented him well. He turned away from the mirror and looked at Victoria’s expression to see what her reaction was. Instead, his eyes settled onto a sale rack that sat in a less conspicuous spot in the store. Crossing over to it, he pulled off a light pink satin jacket with black lapels and smiled. Slipping off the velvet one he was wearing and throwing it on, he adjusted it for Victoria to see.

“Well, he certainly can’t miss you in that,” she told him, impressed as she nodded in agreement to his taste. “Is this the final thing?”

Smiling and getting every angle of himself in the mirror, Alex didn’t take his eyes away from his reflection.

“Yeah.”

Just as the sun was going down Victoria headed out and Alex could take care of his part. Their first plan was her chatting up the club staff, but he’d proposed they kill two birds with one stone. Navigation wasn’t exactly his forte, so it took some time to find it, but at last he came upon the bodega that Willie had taken him to.

He hesitated before opening the door, remembering the last time he’d come and how fresh all his feelings for Willie had been at the time. Taking a small glance at the table that was still stationed out front, he could already picture himself sitting and tapping his drum sticks while Willie simply listened, completely at leisure. Swallowing, he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Hello!” a familiar voice called from behind the counter. He was wiping it down with a rag, not really paying any mind. Alex tried to recall his name, but he really couldn’t remember.

“Hi,” he waved nervously to him as he approached the counter. There was a noticeable absence and Alex realized that Sheldon was probably with Willie this time instead of staying in the bodega.

“Aaaaah!” the man said with sudden recognition. “La cara de fresa!”

Alex only nodded, trying not to blush in embarrassment at still not knowing what that meant.

“El mismo rubio, Alex,” The man continued. “You come to Escobar to look for Willie?”

“Yeah,” Alex said, impressed with his memory. “Has he been here since he came back?”

“Oh yeah,” Escobar nodded, immediately getting more serious and continuing to clean the counter. “He never stopped liking you; I thought he was crazy. But lately I haven’t seen him.”

“You haven’t seen him?” Alex repeated. He didn’t like the sound of that. Since Escobar was the only person Alex knew in Vegas that had been friends with Willie, he’d hoped he could get intel if Victoria wasn’t able.

"That's right, amigo. He was coming in every day, just like always, and then pum,” he gestured his hands to mimic disappearing. “Nothing.”

“You haven’t heard anything from him?”

“Nada.”

Looking down at where his hands sat on the counter, Alex couldn’t help but feel disheartened.

“Listen,” Escobar said, causing Alex to look back up. “I know Willie is good, but he is always in a bad situation. You better be careful.”

If only Escobar knew how bad it really was. Alex merely nodded and lifted his hands off the counter.

“Thank you anyway,” he said. “I hope he turns up.”

“Me too,” the man offered. “Toda la suerte.”

Sighing, Alex left the bodega. The only other place he knew he might find Willie was at the top of the Stratosphere. Hoping to see him there was more of a gamble than Alex really wanted to make, but he didn’t feel like he had options. Besides, they had left his suit at a cleaner and he could pick it up on the way.

Wandering through the streets, ideas kept coming to mind about the miraculous event that he did find Willie. He could picture those sweet brown eyes locking onto him and imagine the surprise and the shock. He could feel the rush and the swell of some climactic music somewhere as they would run into each other’s arms and hold on so tightly. The thought of pressing his face into Willie’s long, soft hair made him hope for it more than he could bear. When did he develop such an imagination?

Once he had the suit, he hung the garment bag over his shoulder and looked up to see how close the Stratosphere was. It was quite a walk, but he also saw that it wasn’t worth leaving the suit at the hotel first, considering what time it was at night.

Suddenly, Alex felt a chill run down his spine, and the thought occurred that he was just some kid walking through the streets of Vegas by himself. That normally wouldn’t have bothered him, but in that moment he definitely did not feel alone. Slowing his pace and surveying the street carefully, he didn’t see anything or anyone that raised his suspicion. The fear felt uncharacteristic - he could handle himself, especially since he grew up in L.A.

As a precaution, he moved to a side street. It wasn’t entirely a failsafe, since Alex was sure he was only going to get more lost, but he had to try. However, the feeling didn’t subside and even with a thinner crowd, he still saw no one on the street that could possibly be targeting him. Looking up at the buildings surrounding him, he spotted the Stratosphere still several blocks away and decided to set aside the paranoia and take a more direct course.

Standing at a crosswalk and waiting for the light to change, he tried to calm his nerves by taking in a deep breath and focusing on what was around him. It wasn’t until he laid eyes on the car nearest to him that Alex recognized it as the same one he’d seen outside the studio numerous times and realized where that warning sensation had come from. Ignoring the rest of traffic, he broke into a full sprint, hearing the screeching of tires as the car sped into gear and followed him. How the hell had he been found?

He tried to dart into narrower streets, pretending not to hear the distinct sounds of the engine as it detoured around and appeared less than fifty yards away at every turn. Running with the garment bag was extremely inconvenient, and only made his panic even worse. Running at all when his pursuer was in a car was, of course, futile but Alex hoped he could somehow get away.

Blindly turning down another alley, he found himself at a dead end. Facing back the way he came, the car parked right along the outlet, blocking him in. The door opened and he watched Caleb step out of the vehicle, hands held behind his back and slowly closing the distance between them.

“I had a feeling from the day I saw you talking to Willie at my diner that you would be a problem,” he began saying. “It only confirmed my theory when that woman Victoria showed up at my club asking questions. And when I took Willie back with me I believed it was only a matter of time before you came to steal him away yourself. So how funny is it that I saw her coming back into my club, and here you are sneaking around?”

“Fuck you! None of us should’ve ever trusted you,” Alex spat at him.

Caleb simply continued approaching, his menacing glare sending chills down Alex’s spine tenfold.

“None of you should’ve ever crossed me,” the man sneered.

Still shivering from intense fear, Alex dropped the garment bag and held up both of his fists. He’d wanted to try his right hook on Caleb for so long and no matter how terrifying the odds were it was probably his only shot. Caleb merely chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t do fist fights,” he said with unnerving calm. His hands moved from the position behind his back, revealing his grip on a wooden bat. Alex’s eyes widened in terror, but before he could ready himself for defense he received two blows to the stomach, knocking him to the ground. Struggling to breathe, he saw Caleb turn the bat and then felt a blow land on the side of his head, and everything immediately went black.

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Eight - Slow Dance

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Aria surprises JJ with a very steamy surprise.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, a little bit of angst.

A/N: I am going to hell for this, fuck it. I hope you guys enjoy. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or the characters.)

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Innocence is definitely something I no longer have. I have been tainted by JJ’s love. I have done unspeakable adulterous thing with him ever since the night he made me his, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Tonight’s the night I take his breath away. As of now, my parent’s luggage is being loaded into the back of their SUV, getting ready to take the private jet to Las Vegas.

“You sure you’re okay with staying here by yourself? It’s not too late to tag along.” My mother asked once more, as tempting as the offer is, I rather have JJ all to myself with no interruptions. “I’ll be fine mom really. I’m just tired of traveling. I rather just settle down.” I reassure her. “Okay, but you call me if anything happens. There’s money on the counter for food, gas or whatever you need. If it’s not enough just give me a call.” “I will. Have fun mom. I love you.” She smiles sweetly before planting a kiss on my head. “Love you too sweetie. I’ll see you later.” She enters the car. My father doesn’t even bother to say goodbye, due to his grumpy attitude. I wave goodbye as they drive away.

Once the car is out of sight, I sprint back into the house and upstairs to my room. “They’re gone.” I announced. Sarah pops out of the closet with a devilish smile on her face. “Show me the goods.” She demands, referring to the three boxes under my bed. I decide to tease her by opening one of them slowly. “Oh my god! Open them already!” She pleads. I finally give in, throwing the top off and revealing a very extravagant red lingerie set. Her jaw drops to the ground. She touches the soft lace. “Oh my god this is so gorgeous.” She says stunned. Red is JJ’s favorite color. “Holy shit. And it’s tailored?” She asked astonished. “Yep. I also got some nice red platform heels. And last but not least,” I reach under the bed for the last package. “A dancing pole.”

“Oh my god. JJ is not going to be able to take his hands off you!” She said laughing. “That’s the goal.” I say. Tonight, I am planning on taking JJ to the boat my parents own, and give him performance he’ll never forget. “Damn, look at you taking it to the next level. Looks like I need to take some notes from you and up my game with John B.” The two of laugh. “C’mon, I still need to set up this pole and the platform.” I try to rush her out of the house and into the car. “Just please use protection. I’m too young to be an aunt.” Sarah flips her hair and I just laugh.

A few hours later…

Everything is ready. From the pole to my lingerie hidden underneath my clothes. I can barely contain my excitement as I drove over to Heyward’s, where JJ should just be finishing with his deliveries. He’s going to be stoked when he sees what I have for him. I wait patiently in the car. I see him walk out counting his money before putting it in his pocket. I roll down my window before asking, “Where might you be heading sugar?” He turns to look at me with a surprised expression on his face. “Take me to dreamland.” He decided to play along before hopping in.

He lips land on mine in a loving kiss, filled with passion and warmth. His hands find my waist and his lips detach from mine to find my neck. I giggle at how it tickles a little. “Mm, Jay?” He simply hums. “As much as I’d love to see where this is heading, we should probably save it for the bedroom, after all this isn’t the most private place.” “I want to make love to you so bad right now baby.” He whines. “Soon baby soon. I’m going to take good care of you tonight. I promise.” I let my hand palm his growing bulge. “But for now, I need you to put this on.” I take his bandana out of my hair, handing it to him. He gives me a questioning look. “I have a surprise for you.” I say. He just smirks. “Oh yeah? What is it?” He asks as he covers his eyes with the cloth. “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” I say.

JJ’s leg tapped anxiously the whole way to the docks. I have to admit that I enjoyed watching him squirm in his seat. I approach his side of the car, opening the door and taking his hand. “Why do I have a bad feeling about all of this?” He asked. “Oh hush. You can trust me. You’re going to love this. Just keep that blindfold on.” I demand as I guided him through the docks and onto the boat. Once we’re inside and the lights turn on, I lead him to the living room where I have everything situated. I moved the table and rearranged the furniture earlier. I sit him down on the white leather couch. He tries to get a feel as to where he is.

“Just relax baby. Keep that on.” I leave him for a moment to remove my clothes, leaving me in the sexy red lingerie and he is so clueless. I turn off the lights only to turn on the LED lights that are installed throughout the yacht and the stage. Lastly, I quickly put on my platform high heels. I take a deep breath as I step onto the stage. I try to relax my shaking hand that’s holding a small remote.

“You can take it off now.” I give him permission. He hastily removes the bandana, eager to know what I’m up to, then he looked up. His eyes bulged, I thought they were going to pop out. His jaw dropped for a few seconds before it turned into a smile. His eyes took in my provocative appearance. He was absolutely speechless. “What do you think babe?” I asked curious. He just lets out a low whistle and runs a hand through his hair. He looks around the room for a second before his attention turns back on me. He bites his lip before licking it. My eyes catch his bulge.

“I think you look like a fucking goddess babygirl.” A blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. “I’m glad you like what you see. Now, just sit back and enjoy the show.” I say seductively. I hit the play button on the remote. “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande plays throughout the speakers. I toss the remote on the couch, before taking a hold of the pole. I begin to perform my dance, remembering each and every step of the choreography, I’ve been practicing for a while now. I can practically feel JJ’s eyes burning into my swinging hips. I do a rather slow dance while circling the pole, wanting to tease him. When the main chorus comes on, I let my leg hook around the pole, spinning the rest of my body and flipping my hair.

JJ whistles and that’s when he notices the cash on the table next to him. A smirk is plastered on his face when he takes the money in his hands. He smiles as he begins to make it rain. The dollar bills fall through the air, onto my body and to the stage. I’ve never felt so empowered and admired when I saw the lust and hunger in his eyes.

When the chorus ended and the beat slowed down, I began to slow dance on the floor of the stage. I got down on all fours swinging my hips, ass in full view for JJ. His hand squeezes my ass before giving it a light smack, making me bite my lip, not wanting to moan just yet. He takes a few bills, lifts up one of the straps of my lingerie, and places the money there before giving it one last light slap, making me giggle. The wetness from my core was beginning to dampen my panties. I turn face him and get a little closer, take a hold of his face with my white sparkly nails, and bring his face to my barely covered breasts. I could feel his smile and hot breath fan my breast as I shimmy them on his face.

He gives them a kiss and placing a few bills under the clothing, before I got up once again, returning to the pole when the chorus came back. This time I surprised him when I climbed up higher and began performing multiple stunts, such as table top, swan, viva and last, which seemed to really impress JJ, the Gemini. This one is my particular favorite. I couldn’t help but smile when I hung upside down and heard JJ whooping as he continued to make it rain. For the ending, I came back down to the stage, positioned myself into a split giving JJ yet another full view of my ass, before twerking. This made him absolutely wild, throwing the rest of money into the air, all of it coming down on me.

The song finally comes to an end, but we’re far from over. I made sure of that when I got off the stage before pushing JJ back onto the couch. “Slow Dance” by Keri Hilson comes on as I begin to play around with my strap, letting them fall. JJ sits back, arms stretched across the back off the couch, legs spread out just a little, showing off his growing bulge. His eyes darken as I continue with the strip tease. I decide to finally give in to his pleading eyes, letting the lingerie pool around my feet along with the money, living me completely naked in front of his burning gaze.

I approach him with an agonizing pace, never breaking eye contact. When I’m finally close to him, I turn my back to him, and situate myself into his lap. I slowly begin to grind on him, his hands roam my curves before resting on my ass. He then places a kiss on my neck, taking me by surprise and making my breath hitch only slightly. I turn my head to look back to see a beaming smile on his face. A smirk creeps onto my face, knowing what’s next.

I remove myself from his lap, earning a whimper from him, only to be content when he sees me get down on my knees right in front of him. He licks his lips when I begin to pull down his shorts, his member springs out, the tip already leaking from pre cum. “Awe, is all of this for me? Don’t worry daddy. I’m going to take good care of you.” I say in the most seductive voice I could muster up. “Fuck, babygirl you’re going to be the death of me.” He confesses when he sees my innocent eyes look up at him as I run my tongue up his shaft. I trail kisses up his dick, before spreading the pre cum over his tip. I place one light kiss before taking it in my lip.

He sighs out of relief. He’s most likely not going to last long, since I’ve been teasing him all night. I continue to bob my head with hollow cheeks and run my hand on the rest of his exposed member. I never take my eyes off him. Above me sits JJ in a moaning mess. Little does he know I still have one last trick up my sleeve. I remove my hand that was pumping him, only to take the rest of him into my mouth, deepthroating him.

“Oh, shit babe. I’m not going to last long.” His hips begin to buck causing me to gag slightly, tears brimming my eyes. I decide to begins to fondle his balls, speeding up the process in attempt to bring him closer to orgasm. I was indeed right. His head is thrown back as he starts to curse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Before I knew it, his dick twitches before his hot cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop of his seed, feeling it run down my throat. I’m satisfied with my work when I find him flushed and dazed. He doesn’t even know that we’re far from done.

I crawl back into his lap and let my hand pump him a few times, making him hard once again. I grab a hold of his shoulders before placing my drenched honey pot above him, the heat practically radiating off of me. My pussy has been aching all day for him. I couldn’t believe I was only seconds away from having him inside me. The two of us let out loud and satisfied moans when I finally sink my hips down on him, taking him inch by delicious inch.

I let myself adjust to him for a few seconds before lifting up my hips, leaving just the tip in, before slamming back down with such force. His hands grab a hold of my hips, guiding my movements while thrusting upwards. We don’t hold back any of our moans as our bodies rock together, enjoying the feeling of my lusciously smooth walls squeezing him so nice and perfect, hitting all the right spots. “This is where you belong babygirl. Your sweet pussy gripping my dick. God, you ride me so well. I just want to fuck you so hard and make sweet love to you babygirl.” “It’s all yours daddy.” I mewl. “Fuck yeah it is. God, I love watching you bouncing on my dick.” His mouth attaches to my breast before reaching down to rub figure eights on my clit.

The familiar feeling approaches my stomach. My walls begin to clench around him. “JJ, I’m so close.” I whine. “Cum babygirl. Cum all over me. Milk my cock. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You want that babygirl?” He asked. “God, yes please! I want you to fill me up daddy! I want to feel your cum inside me!” I exclaim. “Cum babygirl.” With just that, my silk like walls clamp around him, practically milking him dry of cum, that shoots up inside me, coating my walls.

My body goes limp and my head rests on his shoulder, our hot breath fans each other’s ears as we fight to catch our breath. His hands never leave my naked body. “You are just full of surprises. You know that?” His hair tickles my face. “I’m glad you liked it baby. I love you so much JJ.” I peck his lips. “I love you too Aria. You’re an absolute goddess. I swear, when I die, it’s going to be you greeting me at the gates of heaven.” He kisses my lips. “Just you and me.” I sigh. “You and I will be gods together baby.” He whispers into my ear, making me giggle.

“Would this god like to take a dip in the hot tub with his goddess?” I motion to outside. “Fuck yeah he would.” The two of us giggle nonstop on the way to the hot tub. We didn’t even bother to put on swimsuits, as we skinny dipped in the warm bubbly water.

We sat together in comfortable silence as we watched the night sky while sipping on our cold beers. JJ and I would point out a few constellations that we spotted. The two of laughed when I pointed one out saying it looks like a penis. He can just be so childish sometimes.

After relaxing in the jacuzzi for a while, we decided to take a shower, shower sex, before drying off and crawling in bed together. For the remainder of the night we just talked, about anything. Sweet and intimate pillow talk.

We lay naked together in silence for a bit. I trace circles on his chest, while his fingers play with my hair. I can’t help but gaze at his beautiful features. He looks a little bit like his dad, but part of me still wonders what his mother looks like. I bet she has same gorgeous blonde hair and soft ocean blue eyes as JJ.

“What are you thinking about?” Asked JJ. I hesitated for a moment. I never asked him about his mother. All I really know about her is that she left when he was young. “Can I ask you something personal?” I bite my lip nervously. “Go ahead.” He gives permission. “What was your mom like?” His face fell for a split second. I began to regret asking.

“She was gorgeous.” He started. “Her name was Summer. Her hair was long and wavy. I got lucky. She had the prettiest eyes ever. Another thing I’m grateful for inheriting.” He chuckles. His own eyes seemed to light up as he remembers her. “She was carefree, kind and happy. She loved to swim, paint, cook and play. Her favorite color was yellow. She loved daisies. I don’t know why, but one of her most absolute favorite things were daisies. I remember always bringing some home to her whenever I’d find them. She’d let me put them in her hair. She used to call me sunshine.”

He grabs his wallet from off the nightstand. He opens it up and pulls out a couple polaroids before handing them to me. In the picture, I see this beautiful smiling young woman holding a much younger JJ. She looks so much like him with the hair, eyes and smile. Daisies were placed in her hair. The other was one of her placing a loving kiss on JJ’s cheek.

“She’s so pretty, and you’re so adorable.” He smiles down at me. “She had the most beautiful voice too. She’d always sing to me. She gave me the biggest hugs and the sweetest kisses. She had such big heart.” His eyes seemed to have become slightly glossy. I snuggle closer to him. “What happened?” I whisper.

“My dad. After he started getting into drugs, alcohol and smuggling, he just changed. He became violent and always took it out on her. He’d hit, kick, punch and stomp on her. Most nights I’d just hold her as she cried herself to sleep. One night my dad was having another one of his rages, he pulled her by the hair and put a knife to her neck. That night she sang me a song, kissed me on the cheeks, and in the morning, I woke up and she was gone.” He stares up at the ceiling.

“JJ, I’m so sorry.” A tear slips down my cheek. “It’s not your fault. You’re not the one who left. I think the worst part is that even though she left, I couldn’t find the strength to hate her. I still love her to this day. I’d give anything to hug her again, or just to hear her voice. I just wish I knew she was okay.” His lip quivers.

I kiss him softly. I couldn’t understand how a mother could leave her child behind like that, especially with someone like Luke. “There’s nothing wrong with you still loving her. She’s your mom.” He just sighs. “I know. I just really miss her. Sometimes I wish she took me with her, but then I wouldn’t have met John B, Pope, Kie and most importantly you.” His soft eyes lay on mine. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wouldn’t trade anything in the world. I love you.” He kisses me sweetly. “I love you too JJ. You’re the only one for me.”

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letterfromtrenwith · 5 years ago

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Viva Las Vegas

A Drake/Morwenna Modern AU

Drake & Morwenna do something unexpected

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"Okay?" Morwenna reached over and squeezed Drake's hand, offering him a reassuring little smile. Doing his best to smile back, Drake rubbed his free hand on the leg of his newly bought suit trousers, shifting on the velvet-covered bench seat.

"Yeah, of course, I'm just...thinking about how Demelza's going to kill me. And Sam. And probably Ross."

"We don't have to do this, you know, we could just go back to the hotel - "

"No! No. This whole thing was my idea, I'm not going to call it off now. Besides, this is what you want, too, isn't it?" He paused. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, you ridiculous man!" Morwenna laughed, and any anxiety Drake might have been feeling instantly drained away. There was a good reason they were here - the reason being that he was head over heels in love with her.

He hadn't exactly planned for this - this holiday was supposed to be just that, a holiday, celebrating a a big commission he'd got, and Morwenna finishing her Master's - but once they'd arrived he hadn't been able to get the idea out of his head. Eventually, after dinner on their second night, he'd snuck down to the hotel's shop, pretending he hadn't packed enough pairs of socks. By the time he got back, Morwenna had fallen asleep on the sofa in their room so it hadn't been quite as romantic as he'd pictured, but the way she'd flung her arms around his neck after he slipped the ring on her finger had made it pretty much perfect nevertheless.

"Demelza can hardly get that upset, can she? I mean, it's not like we're drunk or barely know each other, and she's been dropping some pretty heavy hints about us getting married for a while now..."

"Yes, but I don't think she was imagining us eloping in Vegas!" Drake was quite certain that his sister probably had their wedding already mentally planned down to the last detail. She'd done the same for Sam and Emma, which hadn't exactly slowed the break down of that relationship. He loved his sister very much, but she could a bit overbearing, especially when egged on by Caroline. "Do you think your family will be okay with it?"

"Mum might be a bit upset, but she'll get over it. Elizabeth and George won't mind - George'll probably just be happy he didn't have to pay for anything! Besides, as much as we love them, we can't do this for anybody but ourselves."

"You're right." Before Drake could say anything else, a pair of door opened on the other side of the room. Just inside, he could see honey-coloured wood, and a grey marbled floor covered in white petals. Morwenna's one condition for agreeing to having the wedding here was that they absolutely weren't getting married in some tacky neon coloured place by a man dressed as Elvis, with which Drake agreed wholeheartedly. Luckily, their hotel concierge had managed to get them a cancellation at this place, which was far more elegant than Drake had ever imagined anything in Las Vegas being.

"Drake...Cairne and Morwenna Chy - Chi - help me out here, honey." The Chapel official, a plump, cheerful looking women in her mid 50s with a fantastic bottle blond beehive, gave an apologetic smile.

"Chynoweth." Morwenna replied, slowly, smiling. "And that's us!" She turned to Drake, squeezing his hand again. "You ready?"

"Absolutely."

"Hmmmm." Morwenna squeezed her eyes shut against the bright sunlight, cursing their forgetting to close all the blinds before they went to sleep. Then, she remembered exactly what else they'd had on their minds - and it hadn't just been the free bottle of champagne the hotel had given them as a congratulations. Lifting her left hand, she let the light shine on the rings - the plain white gold band they'd bought at the chapel, and the simple engagement ring with its small but perfectly formed stone. Drake had offered to return that if she didn't like it, but of course he'd managed to find exactly what she'd always wanted. Big flashy rocks weren't her thing.

Married! She could hardly believe it. Although Drake had sort of obliquely dropped hints that he saw marriage in their future Morwenna definitely hadn't expected him to propose on this trip. She hadn't had a single moment's hesitation in accepting, however, and she couldn't believe how happy she was now.

She only hoped their families were happy, too. She'd meant what she said last night about Elizabeth and George probably being cool with it - they themselves had got married as soon as they possibly could back home - and her mum would hopefully not mind too much. She hadn't when Morwenna's sister, Rowella, had run off to Ireland to get married. Having two daughters elope would probably make for a good story at her WI bridge nights. Amelia Chynoweth had never been one for pomp and circumstance, although Morwenna had to admit to a tiny pang at not having her mum with her at her wedding.

It was Drake's family she was more concerned about. Demelza was a lovely woman, and she'd been nothing but kind and friendly to Morwenna, but she'd had a heavy hand in matchmaking them to begin with, and her big sister instinct to well-meaningly meddle in her brother's lives didn't seem to have gone away now they were all adults. Her husband, Ross, was another thing altogether - he'd been cordial enough to Morwenna when he was home, but she sensed that whatever old bad blood there was with Elizabeth and George had coloured his opinion of her somewhat. How he'd feel about being linked to George - who she'd actually once overheard him refer to as his 'worst enemy', which was not a phrase she thought people used nowadays outside of TV shows - by marriage, she wasn't sure. Sam would support them, definitely, even if as a Vicar he might consider a Las Vegas wedding a bit frivolous.

By way of announcement they'd both sent a group text to their respective relatives last night - a picture of them standing under the Chapel's 'Just Married' sign and hanging silver bells, Drake in his quickly bought suit and Morwenna in a short white dress and silver shoes (both of which had counted as her something new, some pretty powder blue underwear purchased behind Drake's back, her grandmother's necklace and a lucky coin from the Chapel's receptionist had done the rest). Then, they'd both turned their phones off and got down to celebrating their first night as man and wife.

"Good morning, Mrs Carne." Morwenna hadn't even noticed that Drake was awake beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow, and grinned down at her, his hair all over the place and eyes still half-sleepy. She felt a matching smile creep over her face just before he leant down and kissed her.

"Good morning, Mr Carne." She replied, when he finally gave her a chance to draw breath. "How are you today?"

"Well, on the one hand, I'm the happiest man in the world." He suddenly reached out and hauled her to him, making her squeak out a surprised laugh. He kissed her quickly again, and then made a face. "On the other hand, I'm a bit apprehensive, because I've got 47 missed calls from Demelza!"

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mentallyinwalmart · 5 years ago

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Roadtrip!— chapter 2

omg thank you guys so much for your interest! I’m really excited to hear your thoughts on this chapter, I hope it delivers ♥️

“So where do we want to spend the night?”

He had his feet kicked up on the dash and his seat reclined. He looked across at Brienne with a lazy grin as he fiddled with the phone charger his phone was plugged into.

“Well, okay I mean, we don’t have a lot of time. But there are a couple places we could stop.”

Brienne fiddled with one of her curls, tugging at the neck of their sweatshirt. In truth, she had planned a whole map of places to visit and eat and where to spend the night, but she wasn’t sure Jaime would be into stuff like that.

“Brienne,” his voice pulled her from her thoughts, “we start school in two weeks. I google mapped it and we could get to New York in two days if we wanted.”

Her face fell slightly. He must already regret having chosen to ride with me, she thought. But as though he noticed her change in expression he spoke up quickly.

“Meaning, that we have plenty of time to see the United States.” He elbowed her ribs from where he sat, “Did you know I’ve never been anywhere but California and Hawaii?” He raises an eyebrow.

“For real?” Brienne asked, turning her head from the road briefly to search his face for lies.

“For real.” He grins and nods back at the road. Brienne quickly turner her head back to face traffic. “My father has taken me all over the globe, Paris, Scotland, Thailand, Machu Pichu.” He counted them off on his fingers, “He’s taken me and Tyrion to every world travelers bucket list destination,” Brienne furrowed her brow, wondering where he was going with this. “But no matter where he’d take us, we have never done anything fun and touristy. Like in Paris we never even saw the Louvre or the Eiffel Tower, he just brought us to ridiculously fancy restaurants and his friends estates.”

He turned his face to Brienne and she once again looked over at him.

“Do you know what it’s like to be within walking distance of the wonders of the world but instead by dragged to international delegations?”

Brienne snorted out a laugh.

“I can't say I have.” She shook her head, “But then again I’ve never been out of the United States.”

“Never?” He sounded shocked and she let out a mirthless laugh.

“You know Lannister, not all of us have a father who probably owns the US Military.” She chuckled, “nope, dear old dad has taken me on quite a few fun trips though. We’ve been to the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, The Rockies, you know, standard American tourist stuff.” She grinned absentmindedly, falling into her childhood memories.

“Sounds better than my summers.” She looked over at her companion to see him grimacing. She frowned. What could he possibly have to be jealous of. “I’ve got a splitting headache,” He said, changing the subject, “do you have anything?”

“Tylenol, in the glovebox.” She nodded as he reached into the glovebox.

“Woah this thing is decked out!” He grinned as he pulled out an aux cord as well as the bottle of Tylenol. A blue piece of paper floated down to the floor of the car.

She prayed he didn’t notice it.

“What’s this?” He asked, seeming to forget about the Tylenol to reach down to the floor and grab the paper.

“It’s nothing,” she reached across to grab it but he moved it from her grasp, “seriously Lannister it’s nothing just put it back.”

But he shook his head, “nope! This is our van. No secrets.” He grinned as she continued to reach in vain to get it back.

“Lannister come on give it back.” She reached again but he swatted her hand.

“Focus on the road, Brinny. I’m not trying to die not having been out of California.”

She sighed in exasperation as he opened the paper.

“Brienne's ultimate road trip” he read aloud and she flushed as red as a tomato. He continued to mumble as he read over it quickly. “Bri why didn’t you tell me there was a whole plan?”

“It’s silly.” She began “I made it myself when I thought I might be going alone. But once you were in I thought—”

“Thought what? That I wouldn’t enjoy fun?” He shook his head. “This is perfect! I’ll get the full tour of the US of A thanks to the greatest, and most well researched tour guide.” He smacked her on the arm gently. “I’m serious dude, we have to do this!”

“You don’t have to indulge me,” she started, still flushed “seriously, I just made it because I thought it could be fun.” She twisted a curl around her index finger.

“Brienne.” He turned to her and under sweatshirt she felt her hair stand on end as he said her name with such earnest, “Stop trying to make less of it. You have a great plan here! Budgeted and everything!” He smiled as he leaned back and reopened the paper, scanning it for information. “So it looks like we’re staying in… Vegas tonight?” She could hear the smile in his voice, “...sleeping in a Walmart parking lot.” He shook his head. “Bri that was almost the perfect plan!”

She shrugged, “Jaime I’m broke! I can’t afford a Vegas hotel on a Friday night. Especially not in August.” She shrugged, “But if you want a hotel room that’s fine by me.”

He waves his hand. “No no, if I’m doing it, we’re committing to your plan. I’m gonna be an honorary Tarth by the end of this!” He unzipped his jacket and tossed it over his shoulder.

Brienne tried to hide her smile as he continued to chatter about how excited he was to ‘slum it’ and sleep in a van. He turned on some music, which was surprisingly not as bad as she thought it would be.

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“Brieeeenne!” She opened her eyes to see Jaime poking at her from his seat. He had moved the drivers seat forward a bit, and was leaning over her, his face dangling a foot above hers. A few of his loose blond hairs fell down towards her face. “We’re here!”

“Where’s here?” She blinked and sat up, bleary eyes focusing up on his. She flushed slightly and rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Nevada! Viva Las Vegas baby!” He grins and she feels a smile splitting her own face despite herself. Damn her if his smile wasn’t contagious.

“So what’s the plan Lannister?” She asked, staring up at him. Too quickly he moved back from her, grabbing his phone from the cup holder and sitting back in his seat.

“Well.” He started, “you didn’t make us a plan so I say we live it up a little bit before we sleep in this lovely parking lot I found.” He opened the door and hopped from the van, a spring in his step.

Brienne sat up slowly and opened the door, stretching as she stepped out of the van. Her neck was a little stiff and she kneaded at it with her fingers, running her other hand through her blonde curls.

“So where are we headed?” She asked, “Or is it a surprise?”

“I was going to tell you, but a surprise sounds like way more fun!” She rolled her eyes despite the way he seemed to light up as he opened the back doors of the van to rifle through one of his suitcases. He pulled out a sports coat and a white shirt, pulling his t shirt off with one hand. Brienne turned away too late, her eyes lingering for just a moment on his ab muscles and the way his biceps flexed as he tugged the shirt off.

She tried to calm the blush coloring her cheeks as he mumbled something about buttons.

“Brinny?” She turned to see him 2/3rds buttoned up and looking sheepish. “I said would you mind helping with the buttons?”

He shrugged and her gaze dropped to his prosthetic hand. She nodded and took two awkward clunking steps to him before she looked down to fiddle with the buttons. She cursed own awkwardness and inability to perform under pressure. She met his eyes after the last one, and took two quick steps back as she realized how close they were.

“There you are.” She smiled. He nods in gratitude then leans in further to grab one of her suitcases. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“You’ve got to dress up! Come on now.” He grins but she shakes her head.

“Jaime I didn’t bring anything nice like that.”

“That’s ridiculous Bri, what will you wear to parties?”

“I don’t go to parties I’m not usually invited.”

He hardly missed a beat, “Well that’s about to change. This year is your year. Party city for Brienne.” He grinned, “Now just put on something nice, like a blouse or something. Where we’re going isn’t that fancy.”

She nodded and he stood back as she rifled through the suitcase, pulling out a black blouse. She looked at him, then back at the shirt, then back at him. He met her gaze for a long moment before finally seeming to get what she meant.

“Got you my bad!” He turned around and she quickly changed into the blouse. She didn’t love the way it looked on her, pulled broad across her shoulder and hugging her bust. But she smoothed the wrinkles and told him to turn back around before she could second guess herself. “Perfect!” He exclaimed, “It’s like you know where we’re going!”

“I don’t.”

“Even better!”

He shut and locked the van before beginning his walk down the Vegas strip. Brienne followed behind him a pace, enjoying the way his face lit up as he took in the multitudes around them. It was dusk, and the lights glowed like stars in the dim nighttime light. When finally she was worried he didn’t even have a destination in mind he ducked into a set of double doors.

She followed before she had time to read the sign and almost burst out laughing when her eyes fell upon where they had landed.

“Medieval Times?” She asked, biting her bottom lip as he nodded, gesturing to the jousting pit and legs of turkey being eaten by people around the ring.

“Oh yeah. If we’re going out we’re going out in style.”

She shook her head as they moved to seats closest to the arena. They sat on the edge and a beautiful girl dressed as a bar maiden brought them beer and turkey. Brienne opened her mouth to say something about them being underage but thought better of it.

As the night went by they laughed and drank, Brienne’s cheeks growing more and more flushed with the heat of the room, the alcohol, and his company. However, at around ten a group of clearly drunk men dressed in medieval competition garb bumbled over.

“Hey, beast.” They said to Brienne, slightly slurred, “You look really strong. Stronger than your boyfriend that’s for sure.”

They collapsed into laughter and Brienne suddenly felt her mood shatter. Tears bubbled up in her eyes and she looked at her hands.

“Damn right she is.” Jaime’s voice came unexpectedly even as he responded. She looked across the table at him as he sat up straighter, “And I’ll wager she’s stronger than you assholes too.”

Brienne wanted to beg him to stop, to just let the men finish their taunting and go, but a tiny part of her felt better at the way he reacted.

“Then let’s see it. One round in the ring, the joust. If she can stay in the saddle consider me proven wrong.” Brienne felt like she might be sick.

“Please Jaime it’s fine.” She said and he looked over at her, this face flushed an angry red.

“She’s right cripple, it’s fine.”

Brienne’s blood ran hot, and suddenly she didn’t care about having attention on her.

“Bring me a horse.” She swung over the railing and her tennis shoes cracked against the dusty floor of the arena. The men whooped and followed behind her.

As the horse was brought and an odd breastplate was fitted to her chest she didn’t let go of her anger, of the pain she’d felt when they called Jaime such a horrible thing. She hadn’t ridden a horse in years, but when she got in the saddle, she felt as though she was right where she was meant to be.

One of the bar maidens offered her a lance and a small smile.

“I hope you win.” She whispered, “that jerk could use a good knock to his ego,” she paused, “and just to be knocked on his ass!”

Brienne looked down at the other girl, “My thoughts exactly.” They shared a smile before the round was called.

The previous matches Brienne and Jaime observed took a few rounds to declare a winner, but this match took only one.

At the first crack of her lance, her posture leaned forward, the man on the horse across from her went flying, landing flat on his back, the patrons of the venue erupting into a mixture of laughter and cheers.

Brienne swung off the horse and smiled awkwardly. She’d never won anything like this. Of course she won all the time in the javelin and the hammer throw, but this, she’d defeated this man in combat. And it felt good.

She watched as Jaime hopped the railing too and ran to her side, grabbing her arm and raising it in victory.

“Lady Brienne ladies and gentlemen!” She laughed aloud and pumped her free fist in victory.

“Not Lady for long.” The voice came from the box above the arena and Brienne turned her eyes upwards.

The Queen was descending the stairs. She had a grin on her face and when she came closer Brienne dropped to one knee, despite the fact this was simply a theme restaurant. Whether it was the alcohol still flush in her system or the joy of winning, something had made this feel all the more real.

The queen smiled down at Brienne, gesturing to her guards to bring her a sword and a crown of laurels. She lifted the sword and, as Jaime cursed quietly under his breath, gently tapped both her shoulder blades.

She placed the laurels atop Brienne’s head.

“Arise, Sir Brienne, a Knight Of Medieval Times and Las Vegas!”

Cheers went up from the patrons and as she stood up someone tackled her with an embrace. For a moment she thought it was Jaime but she looked to see it was the same bar maiden. Despite the oddity of circumstances, Brienne hugged her back, a huge smile plastered across her face.

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They left that night with the laurels still on Brienne’s head, and a huge metal sword.

“Where are we even gonna put this thing?” Brienne asked with a chuckle as they arrived at the van. Jaime shrugged.

“I have no idea. What I do know, is that tonight I get to share this van with my actual legitimate knight in shining armor.” His smile was wide and genuine, but she could see sadness in his eyes.

“What is it?” Everything felt just a little warmer thanks to the alcohol and she couldn’t stop herself from coming a little closer.

“Nothing. Really. I just really appreciate you standing up for me.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking down sheepishly. “I haven’t been called that in a long time and, well it hurt.”

“It was horrible of them to do that.” She said, resting a hand on his arm, “You’re not broken Jaime.”

He looked at her, and the lights of the strip cast haunting shadows across his beautiful face. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“We ought to get to bed.” He finally said, shuffling by her to open the door. “It’s late and we’ve got a lot of driving tomorrow.”

Brienne nodded, “of course, you’re right.”

She fell asleep that night with the laurels still nestled in her curls, the sword on one side, Jaime on her other, the blankets cast aside at their feet as they slept on the thin mattress pad.

That’s chapter 2! Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading and chapter 3 should be up in a few days :)

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