#He's a passing out dancing in the club 3 days after getting shot in the leg type

[aveenoaveeno]

Harrier Du Bois behaviour

[c0llisiion]

ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you. 

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..." 

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you. 

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!"  " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now? 

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back. 

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck. 

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

 

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it.  “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again.  “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot. 

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

[star-wrote]

After Midnight

Characters: Stanford!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: The club lights make the mysterious stranger at the bar look even more kissable.

Warnings: drinking, cussing, a mean guy at the bar, dancing, making out, a little suggestive but no smut

A/N: just a short lil writing piece based on the song “after midnight” by chappell roan <3 written by someone who has never been to a club or had alcohol LOL.

Word Count: 1.1k ish

(divider from @strangergraphics )

The DJ at the club was spinning some track from the 90’s when you and your friends finally got through the long line. It had been cold outside; with winter break just around the corner, so it wasn’t the most comfortable to wait in your short dress. Luckily, the body heat from the people dancing in the club warmed you right up (and the shot of tequila that you had just drank).

Your friends had gone off onto the dance floor, leaving you standing at the crowded bar, waiting for another drink. There were many people around you, all of them shouting their orders at the poor bartender, except for one man. He seemed out of place standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and his brown hair framing his face. He was wearing a frown, seemingly displeased with the situation in front of him.

You wanted to kiss the frown right off his face. But maybe that was the alcohol talking.

The burst of courage that came with that one shot of tequila made you approach the stranger.

“Hey, are you waiting on a drink too?” You said while standing next to him, pretending to also watch the scene at the bar.

He glanced over at you and raised an eyebrow in what looked like surprise at you talking to him. “Uh, no. I was going to ask but the bartender looks overwhelmed.”

You nodded, smiling slightly at the sympathy he seemed to have that the other club-goers lacked. “Yeah, they’re being pretty rude tonight.”

“I guess finals make everyone desperate for alcohol,” the man says with a chuckle.

The frantic bartender called your name and slammed your drink down at the bar. While you were walking up to get it, another customer quickly looked around and grabbed your drink. When he turned around to snake off into the shadows with it, he was met with you holding a hand out for your drink.

“Thanks for grabbing that for me!” You quip while reaching to grab the glass in the thief’s hand.

He pulls the drink away. “No, this shit’s mine.”

“I’m pretty sure we don’t share the same name, Brian.” You point to where his name tag printed his name clearly across his chest.

“Look princess, I’ve had a long day at work and I just wanted a free drink, okay?” He rolls his eyes at you.

Suddenly, the cute boy from earlier walks up behind you and nods in greeting at Brian. You couldn’t help but notice how much taller he was in comparison.

“You want a drink? Wait in line like everyone else, man.”

Brian stepped closer to you, close enough to where you could feel his breath on your face. “Make me.”

Out of instinct, you pushed up on the full glass, spilling the drink all over him.

The brown haired boy quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you away as Brian sputtered. He saw you grinning in achievement at the man and laughed. “C’mon, let’s not start a bar fight.”

He led you to a table near the corner of the room, where the music was quieter and the lights were dimmer.

“Oh my god, did you see that!” You giggle as he lets go of your hand and sits down in the booth.

His smile didn’t leave his face as he says, “I’m just surprised that you dumped your own drink on the guy.”

“Well, he was being a dick,” you shrug.

He nods while smiling and looks down at the table. A beat of silence passes before he looks back up at you.

“You have a pretty name, you know. I heard the bartender say it.”

It was your turn to smile and look down at the table where your finger was picking at the chipped paint. “Well that’s not fair!”

He tilted his head in questioning, his smile still ever present on his face.

You look back at him and continue. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours! Even after we’ve gone on an adventure together.”

He chuckles. “I’m Sam. And I’m sure I could take you on way better adventures.”

“Is that an offer to go on a date, Sam?” You wink at him, the low pink lighting making you feel flirty.

The beat changes into one that you recognize as your favorite upbeat song, and you perk up.

Sam must’ve noticed because he says, “Right now, it’s an offer to go to the dance floor with me.”

You and him stand up, grab each other’s hands, and worm your way through the sea of people on the dance floor. He stops in the middle, right under the disco ball, and spins you. You two spend the rest of the song dancing together.

The song ended and a slower song filled the void. Sam’s warm hands immediately find your hips as you start to sway together. It must’ve been after midnight, because you started to feel like you were falling in love. But by the look on Sam’s face, he must’ve been feeling it too.

“Can I kiss you?” You suddenly blurted out.

Instead of responding, he leaned down and met your lips with his own in a sweet kiss. The DJ switched to a more sensual song as the slow dance faded out. Sam deepened the kiss as you sighed into his mouth.

You pulled back and grabbed his hand, leading him back to your cozy corner. You guided him to sit on the booth and you straddled his lap. He only had a look of surprise on his face for a second before he brought his hands up to your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. You bit on his bottom lip and he let out a grunt and a breath of air out his nose. You smiled into the kiss at his reaction.

He pulled your head away to allow you both to breathe. You leaned your foreheads against each other. He saw that your dress had ridden up, so he pulled it back down to your upper thighs for you. You breathe out a “thanks.”

“I’m not sure we can continue in public without getting arrested,” he says. He gets a shy look on his face. “You wanna go back to my place?”

You stop and think for the first time that night. You had been too good this semester. You got good grades on all of your finals, and the cutest boy alive was asking you to go back to his place. You could afford to be not so good for one night.

You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips before getting back on your feet. “Sure.”

Everything good happens after midnight.

[hyunsvngs]

Juno can I get your thoughts about how skz are behaving at the club?? Who's just having a great time drinking and dancing w you, who is getting rabidly jealous, who is fckin u in the bathroom, who is drunkenly confessing, etc

Can be in context of a relationship or just friends/ flirtationship, your call!

HAHAH I LOVE THIS!! also the term 'flirtationship' i have never heard of JESUS i love that. that's me and all of my friends.

bringing the receipts in btw:

chan: i know it's a bit cliche but he's definitely the dad. he'd have a great time having a boogie with u but he has to keep an eye on everyone!! i'm p sure chan said before he doesn't rly drink much and then there's that one pic of skz where they all look BLASTED that chan took so like. i'm p sure he's keeping an eye on everyone but still having a good time!

minho: he seems like the type to get such a lovey drunk. i'm thinking about that one show where he's doing shots of soju and then he's telling hanhae that he loves him (5:24) LMAO like he's definitely an affectionate drunk. probs tries to kiss you and then vehemently denies it the next morning

changbin: god imagining changbin drunk is so cute.. like his cheeks all flushed PLEASE!! i think he'd be even louder than normal lmao and definitely loves a dance and perhaps also karaoke. he's a bit feral tbh. bounces off the walls but cuddles u when he crashes.

hyunjin: oh i know he's feral. dances like this and gets absolutely white girl wasted every single time. there's no 'tipsy' with hyunjin it's only sober and then black out drunk. definitely has drunk messy make outs with u and thinks he's the shit (he is). he'd cringe at himself the next day with crippling hangxiety but as soon as u reassure him he's fine <3

jisung: makes weird cocktail concoctions (refer to my hbs series HAHAH) and talks incoherently. massive lightweight too. passes out fully clothed. definitely the drunk make out kinda guy and 100% the type to jerk off before he goes to sleep but passes out halfway through with his hand on his dick (i'm sorry but it's true). definitely the type to try and fuck you in the bathroom

felix: definitely tries to hide how fucked he is. like he tries to claim he's not a lightweight but he just FUCKING IS!! i can imagine him getting dragged into a lot of jisung's schemes and the two just end up in a corner wasted lol. he's definitely the drunken confession type of guy too!! "i'm not drunk, i mean it, i really do love you!" and then the next day he's all "ok so.. i was drunk. but i do love you."

seungmin: he's definitely the jealous type. sees u dancing with someone else and he's like WHAT... and just sulks in the corner until one of the boys cheers him up. has to have u on his lap for the rest of the night!! tbh i can't imagine seungmin as a heavy drinker but i think he definitely gets a little tipsy and ends up a bit more cuddly with u <3 the boys will tease him for it afterwards

jeongin: speaking from someone who's two years younger than innie i think he's still young and will frequently take it too far. you might end up looking after him when he gets a little too drunk lol but he's cute so it's soooo ok <3

[harlowtales]

Y/N feels trapped with a baby on the way and Jack distances himself to think

18 Plus Only - Adult Themes and Content

Nobody knew you were pregnant yet. You asked Jack to wait to even tell his family as it had just passed 3months and you didn’t want to jinx it. He was being super paranoid not letting you do anything, and barely go anywhere. He was hyper about germs and the cleaning lady had to be extra careful about how she disinfected every surface.

“Baby come on wash your fucking hands” Jack said one day exasperated and whipping out wipes to wipe your fingers like a child.

“Jack I can lick my fingers I’m at home.” You shot back with your mouth full of popcorn. “Hey when are we going out tonight?” You asked casually assuming you would be going to The Hub with your fiancée and asking to see what time you should get ready. Pregnancy was already making you more tired than usual and you wanted to take a nap before you left.

“Uhh WE?” Jack asked you back

“Yes. When are we leaving?” You repeated

“Baby.” Jack said calmly and sat down looking you in the eye “You won’t be going.”

“What??” You fumed “What the fu…” you firmly clamped your mouth as Jack was trying to not swear around the future baby.

He shot you a disapproving glance. “Please babe, stay home from now on k? Can’t have you in the mix anymore.” Jack explained and thought that would be that with a kiss on your forehead.

“Oh the fuck I’m not going. I’m not sitting home pregnant while you go out and girls seeing you ALONE?? Are you mental?” You raged.

“You don’t go on tour with me and I behave” Jack said to his credit. “You trust me I know you do. You just want to party.”

“No…um not true.” You said as he caught you in your true motives. You loved being out and hanging with everyone. “C’mon baby…Pleaaaassee” You begged flashing your megawatt smile and fluttering your eyelashes.

“That ain’t gone work.” Jack said sternly

“What about this.” You said going down on your knees and starting to pull down his sweatpants.

“Ok baby stop. You’d suck dick to get to go?” Jack said laughing.

“I’m going to be trapped for months after the baby is born.” You said pouting to which Jack finally relented.

“Ok mama you can go.” He said “But I’ll take a rain check on that sloppy toppy, I got some stuff to do before we leave.”

You took a nap and woke up around 6PM to get ready to go. Excitedly you texted your friends Jack actually said yes. You were only slightly showing with a hint of a bump. Most people had no idea you were pregnant, and you weren’t a heavy drinker so the fact that you turned down alcohol the last few weeks didn’t raise any eyebrows either. Urban knew and a couple of Jack’s friends who did security for him when he went out. This was to ensure you had extra protection.

You put your hair up in a ponytail with a longer extension for fun and put on a jumpsuit that wasn’t too tight to give the secret away. To go to the Hub you didn’t have to dress up. Jack thought you looked adorable which got him going even more than you looking ultra sexy.

“Mmmm” he said looking you up and down and pulling you close. “Can I jump in your jumper with you?”

“You passed on a blow job remember?” You reminded him as he kissed you.

Just then your driver and security buzzed up, it was time to go have fun one last time.

The energy of the club is what you needed. You dodged Jack and his friends successfully until the club started getting full. Jack sent Timo to hunt you down and bring you to where he was heading to behind “the wall”. “The wall” was the literal wall Jack’s friends formed in front of him when he went out to clubs so no random people could get too close to him.

Unfortunately for you who had just been convinced by your friends (who didn’t know you were 3 mos pregnant) to dance on the bar and you took the challenge, not because you were drunk but because you just wanted one last crazy thing to do.

“Whooo!! Go Y/N!!” They encouraged you as you twerked a little sticking your tongue out with plans to come down right away but Timo caught you and Jack spotted you texting Timo furiously “BRO TELL HER TO GET DAFUQ DOWN!” Jack texted in all angry caps.

You were in the process of coming down when you met Timo face to face as you touched the ground with his help. “Y/N! You are in trouble young lady.” He said sternly “Come with me.” He said taking you by the arm and whisking you off to where Jack was waiting beet red. You looked back at your friends who felt guilty for egging you on.

“Don’t” Jack said turning his head away as you went up on your tipi toes for a kiss. “I can’t even talk to you right now.”

“It’s called having fun old man.” You snapped “ I went up there on a dare for 2 mins”

“Can you act like a mother for 2 fucking seconds?” Jack angrily whispered. People nearby were trying to hear what was going on but fortunately the thundering bass drowned him out.

“Maybe I would act more like a mom if I wasn’t trapped!” You shot back hurting Jack deeply. All he had been doing was protecting you. He said nothing in return and sipped on his water to calm down. He reasoned you were being emotional given you were pregnant.

“Ok fine. 2 can play this ignoring game.” You said to him to which he pretended not to hear knowing it drove you nuts.

“Ok girly let’s go to the bathroom.” Urban’s girlfriend said taking you away to talk about what was going on with you. It was not like you to be so irresponsible. For once she agreed with Jack. “What’s going on mama?” Azura said kindly hugging you.

“He tells me what to do CONSTANTLY!” You said bursting into tears.

“He does always tell you what to do. Jack is like a stern father, I don’t know how you stand it.” Azura said trying to influence you to jump to Jack’s defence. Her and Urban had just got back together and she didn’t want to see you go through fighting with Jack while pregnant.

“Jack is not a stick in the mud” You said in his defence which Azura knew you would. “He is just trying to…oh I see what you’re doing. Nice one, making me realize my man just wants the best for me and his baby and maybe dancing on a bar is a bad idea.”

“Bingo!! You catch on quick” Azura said sarcastically making you laugh.

“Ok girl let me go apologize to my man.” You said feeling horrible for how you had spoken to Jack.

He was vibing in a corner not talking to anyone. The way you had acted had him down. He had fulfilled his obligation to appear at the club so he was just waiting for you to get out of the bathroom so the both of you could go home. He should have stuck to his guns and made you stay back. Now gossip blogs were going to be reporting about your 5 secs dancing on the bar and the obvious argument the two of you had. When they did the math months later and found out you were pregnant when you were up there, it’s going to be a mini-disaster.

“Ready? We’re leaving early, I have an early morning.” Jack lied.

“Baby…Jackman” You said reaching up to turn his sulking face to yours “I will never do anything like that again. I love you”

“Babe…no come on” He said avoiding your kiss as you reached around his neck to pull him down to you. He was really irritated and sad. It took you by surprise that you couldn’t work your magic and smooth it over. Urban and Azura exchanged concerned glances as you and Jack made your exit.

He was silent all the way home which thankfully wasn’t far from the condo. It was so awkward. When you got back you didn’t push him to talk to you and got ready for bed. Usually by now you guys would be joking again already. Jack didn’t come to bed with you. He sat in his studio room listening to a beat on loop with a pen and pad out. You tossed and turned while you heard the muffled beat through the bedroom walls. When you tipi toed into the studio you found him laying on the floor staring at the ceiling like he often did when he felt depression setting in. There was a whole bunch of scrunched up balls of paper that he had missed the waste paper basket with.

You said nothing and laid down on the floor in the same position next to him. At first he didn’t notice you and then glanced over but maintained his silence. You took a chance and reached out to hold his hand. He took it slowly and held it gently giving you a sense of relief. “Nice beat.” You said quietly

“Thanks. Clay made it.” He said expressionless

“Writer’s block?” You asked referencing all the crumpled up paper on the floor.

“Um sort of” He said turning to you propped up on his elbow “Do you believe in destiny baby?”

“To a degree. I’m not sure.” You said honestly turning to him. “Why?”

“I dreamt you and then I met you.” He said with a whimsical smile taking you by surprise and giving you tingles. “And now you have a part of me inside of you. We’re bonded forever now. Do you understand that means everything to me?”

“Not until now. I…I have felt trapped and sometimes…replaceable.” You said blinking to hold back tears coming.

“I could never do better than you.” Jack said moving closer and kissing you passionately. “Will you just trust that I always mean to do right by you?”

“Yes Jack I will.” You nodded as tears started to fall down your cheeks and he wiped them.

“I will always be here for this moment and wipe every tear as it falls.” He vowed in a near whisper. That’s it!! He said suddenly making you jump. “That’s the song! I’m unstuck! Thank you baby.” Jack said kissing you roughly on the head and leaping up to grab his pen and pad.

“Happy to help.” You said sarcastically “Don’t stay up too late.” You said yawning and heading to bed.

“Oh I’m coming to get some don’t worry” he said looking at your ass in your pyjama pants as you walked away.

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <3

25. The Same Pain

Freddie hadn’t altogether planned to stay out massively late. True, she had told her parents not to wait up for her and Rosie when they left to go to the jazz club, but she was so tired even still from the stress of the last few weeks and they went out drinking so often back at base anyway that she figured they’d only stay a little while. The thing was, Rosie loved jazz and Freddie loved to dance, and there was nothing either of them loved more than spending time together. The club was dark and the music was loud and they spent all night wrapped up in each other on the dance floor, as smitten as they had ever been, as though their temporary break up had never happened at all.

They had never gotten to go out together without everyone there knowing who they were. The anonymity was fascinating to Freddie. They could spend all night kissing and no one would say a thing about it to them tomorrow morning because they’d never see any of them again. And it was so nice to just be normal. Freddie hadn’t felt normal since before the war. Though she’d worried that getting a taste of civilian life with Rosie would make her long for Daniel, she found that it didn’t at all. It made her long for a life with Rosie, a life after the war where they could go out every weekend and not have to wake up early every morning to work. Where they could sleep in the same bed and choose what they ate, and know that the hardest part of their days would be the time they spent apart.

It was all just so fun, so domestic and so thrilling because of it, that Freddie got a little bit more drunk than she’d been intending. But Rosie didn’t want to make a bad impression on her parents, in spite of how many times Freddie assured him that they already loved him, so he cut himself off after three beers.

Freddie, however, had more wine than either of them could recall. She was giggly and affectionate on the walk home.

Rosie had her perched in his arms as he walked them both back to her parents’ house. She’d been complaining that her feet were hurting, so he took her shoes off for her before they left the club and insisted on carrying her instead. Freddie’s arms were around his neck, her heels resting against his shoulder as she carried them in her hand, and she was resting her temple against his cheek, giggling softly every so often.

“Rosie,” she sing-songed, lifting her head to kiss his cheek. “Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.”

He chuckled to himself. “Yes, honey?”

Freddie was grinning as she pressed her lips against his cheek again. He must have been absolutely covered in her lipstick.

“Do you ever want me to call you Robert?” she asked, giggling even as she asked it. She kissed his cheek again and then his jaw, smiling as she nuzzled her nose into it.

“No,” Rosie said honestly, glancing down at her and stifling a laugh at how dopey she looked.

“Why not?” she wondered.

“Do you ever want me to call you Wilfrieda?” he shot back.

Freddie laughed loudly. Rosie cringed as he shot wary glances at the houses they passed.

“No,” she replied eventually. “That would be so weird.”

“There’s your answer,” Rosie said simply. He ducked his head to kiss the tip of her nose quickly before continuing on their way.

“You don’t look like a Robert to me,” Freddie went on thoughtfully.

“No?” he humoured her.

“No,” she decided. “You’re too much of a Rosie.” She pressed her forehead to his cheek, squeezing him around the neck. “You’re so cute I just wanna squeeze you all the time!” she exclaimed, pressing herself impossibly closer to him.

Rosie couldn’t help his laugh. “Fred, honey, you gotta be quiet, okay? People are sleeping.”

“I’m not even talking loud,” Freddie mumbled, but she quieted down nonetheless.

She was quiet for five minutes before Rosie realised she was sulking.

“Fred, darling,” he started.

She huffed and muttered something before moving to bury her face in his neck.

“Freddie, sweetheart,” he continued, trying to get her to look at him.

“What?” she said, her voice muffled where she was speaking into his neck.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded with her. He’d only just gotten back into her good books, and while he knew her drunken tantrum would end the second she went to sleep anyway, he really couldn’t stand to spend another second of his life with her upset with him.

“I want to drink warm milk when we get home,” Freddie decided in place of an appropriate response. “And I want more Dracula.”

Rosie grinned to himself. “I’ll warm you up some milk and read to you before bed, Fred, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” she declared. She lifted her head out of his neck to check on their progress home. She was smiling again now.

Sighing wistfully, Freddie let her head come to rest against Rosie’s face again. “I had so much fun tonight,” she told him.

Rosie’s smile widened. “Oh yeah? What was your favourite part?”

He could feel her start to grin and knew what she was about to say before she even opened her mouth. “When you tripped.”

He scoffed. “What is your obsession with me hurting myself?”

Freddie couldn’t hold in her raucous laughter a second longer. Out into the silence of the night burst forth a loud, hysterical laugh, and Rosie couldn’t find it within himself to hush her. They were just turning onto her street, now, anyway, evident only when he squinted to read the road sign they passed. This blackout made it so difficult to navigate at night.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Rosie whispered to Fred as she quietened, tilting his head into hers for a moment before righting himself.

Freddie sighed. “I want to dance one more time.”

“Now?” Rosie wondered.

Freddie nodded. “No one’s here to see us.” Lifting her head, she gave him her best puppy dog eyes, channelling Earnie when he’d misbehaved but demanded a treat anyway. “Will you dance with me one more time, Rosie? We’ll be back at base this time tomorrow.” She smiled sadly. “I just want one more dance away from the war.”

Rosie’s gaze was soft. “But your feet…” He inclined his head towards where she was holding her shoes behind his shoulder.

“Oh.” Freddie frowned and then immediately smiled as an idea struck her. “You can dance for the both of us, can’t you, twinkle toes?”

Rosie shut his eyes resignedly with a quiet groan. “Fred…”

“Do a spin!” Freddie implored him, tightening her hold around his neck and grinning.

Rosie laughed and did as she said, taking care to watch his feet to make sure he didn’t slip and take the both of them down.

Freddie was giggling maybe a bit too loudly as he finished turning and started to lead them both in a dance, similar to the way they’d danced yesterday in her backyard. He was stepping the way he thought a man was supposed to step in a classical waltz, though undoubtedly doing a poor job of it, but it didn’t matter - Freddie’s entire face was lit up with joy, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above them.

"Wunderschön!" Freddie exclaimed as he danced for the both of them, pecking him on the cheek. “Rosie, du bist so ein toller Tänzer!”

Rosie laughed. “Fred, I can’t understand you, honey.”

Freddie sighed. “Es wäre so geil, wenn du Deutsch verstehen könntest.”

“Fred.”

“Rosie!” she chirped back to him, grinning.

“Freddie?” someone interrupted.

Both smiles dropped straight off of Freddie and Rosie’s faces. Standing in the doorway to the house next door, barely visible through the darkness, was Della, Daniel’s mother, in her dressing gown and slippers, her hair in tight rollers. Her eyes were squinted as she tried to make them out in the darkness, one of her hands clasped around the edge of the door and the other wrapped across her stomach.

Freddie had no idea what to say.

It was Rosie who found his voice first. “Sorry for waking you, ma’am.” He cleared his throat, more out of awkwardness than necessity, and adjusted his hold on Freddie to make sure she was still secure in his arms. It felt rude to be holding her like this in front of her dead boyfriend’s mother but she had no shoes on and he wasn’t going to risk hurting her feet.

Della’s eyes didn’t move from Freddie even as Rosie was speaking. The two of them stared at each other across the distance between them, one set of eyes uncertain, the other set hard.

“Daniel hated when you spoke that dirty language,” Della finally said. Her voice sounded deafening in the silence which had fallen, even though logically Freddie knew she’d been speaking much louder before.

Freddie’s face was entirely blank, her face entirely calm. She swallowed hard. “Daniel isn’t here.”

Rosie clutched her tighter to his chest, a silent bid for her to end this conversation here and pick it up again tomorrow if need be when she was sober.

“Because of the Germans,” Della answered Freddie, her voice steady and clear. “It’s their filthy language you’re speaking.”

“It’s my beautiful language I’m speaking,” Freddie corrected her sharply. “I’m half Austrian, Della, no matter how much you always tried to forget it.”

“You’re British,” Della argued. “Born in Oxford.”

“Raised in Vienna,” Freddie countered. “One parent British, yes, but the other Austrian.”

“Hitler is Austrian.”

“So is my father,” Freddie snapped. “My dad is a classical musician, a pianist. He taught me to play. He’s taught hundreds of gifted musicians to play beautiful music. He’s devoted his life to his art, and to his wife and his daughter. There isn’t a stain on him, not least for being Austrian.”

Della said nothing.

Freddie was watching her closely. “I could easily have been born in Vienna. If my dad had moved universities two years earlier I would have been. Would you have turned me away when Daniel first brought me home if I was entirely Austrian?”

“Maybe.”

“You would’ve saved me an awful lot of pain if you had.”

No emotion bloomed on Della’s face, just as it didn’t on Freddie’s. They may as well have been talking about the weather.

“You’d still be with him if he was around,” Della said after a short pause. “You’d be married to my Daniel. You wouldn’t be with him.” She gestured to Rosie, where he was still holding Freddie in his arms.

Now Freddie’s anger started to show. Her breath got heavier, her grip on Rosie tightened, and she sat up as straight as she could while he was holding her. “I wouldn’t have met Rosie at all if Daniel was still around.”

“But if you had,” Della countered.

“But I wouldn’t have,” Freddie snapped. “And he’s not. He’s gone.”

“But if he wasn’t.”

“He is!” Freddie cried, heedless of the rows of houses with sleeping people on either side of them. “You’re trying to make me choose and I won’t do it. I won’t. I loved Daniel. You know I did. You only make me prove it to you every Christmas by bringing out that cursed photo album, forcing me to look through it in front of you every year so you can satisfy yourself that I’m still grieving. But I love Rosie. I’m in love with him. I love him so much it hurts, because I worry he’ll bring me the same pain Daniel did. But it would be the same pain. I love him.” Her voice was heavy with stifled tears. “I love him,” she whimpered at last, turning her face to rest her forehead against Rosie’s cheek.

Rosie started the walk up to Freddie’s house, dutifully ignoring the woman still standing in the doorway next door watching them like she was about to start painting the scene from memory.

Freddie produced the key for him from his trouser pocket and he quickly unlocked the door. She pushed down the handle and Rosie pushed it open with his knee until Della’s voice rang out once more, obscenely loud in the quiet, making sure she was heard.

“He would hate you for this,” she said clearly, coldly. “Daniel would never forgive you for this.”

Rosie walked them both inside and set Freddie down but she stepped straight back outside, the concrete of the front doorstep icy cold beneath her bare feet. “He would,” she asserted, tilting her chin up defiantly. “He would forgive me.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Yes,” Freddie said calmly. “He would. Because he loved me. This, what I have now, I would have wanted it for him. If it had been the other way around and I’d left him behind I would want it for him. I wouldn’t want him to waste his life lonely and afraid to love just because he’d had me once and lost me.”

Della shut the door on her. Freddie was sure she was crying. She didn’t know whether she cared and didn't much want to think about it.

Instead, she stepped inside the house and shut the door behind her. She placed her heels neatly on the floor by the door and then leaned her weight back on it so she could wipe the grit from the ground outside off her feet.

Rosie was waiting for her with hand outstretched, clearly unsure what to do with his face except for smile.

Smiling softly, sadly, back at him, Freddie took his hand and let him lead her to the kitchen, past the dogs in their beds in the living room who were mercifully still asleep.

Freddie sat at the kitchen table in silence while Rosie warmed up some milk for her. It was dark in here - the blinds were pulled down over the kitchen window but not over the back door, so they couldn’t turn any lights on because of the blackout. But the darkness outside had allowed Freddie’s eyes to adjust. She could still make out Rosie’s figure as he poured some milk into a saucepan and lit the stove.

Chewing on her bottom lip, staring into thin air, the conversation she’d just had playing over and over again in her mind, Freddie wasn’t sure how she was feeling. She’d expected to cry when she’d still been having it. She didn’t feel like crying now. There was an ache inside of her, an emptiness which would probably always be there. Rosie had filled most of it but there was a part of her heart which would always belong to Daniel, as much as Rosie owned the rest. But there wasn’t as much sadness in that hole anymore. All of the sadness, the pain, the sobbing, had been the love she had left over for Daniel which she hadn’t had time to express. Now there was Rosie and she loved him so much she’d never have enough time to express it, even if they lived a hundred years together, and she desperately hoped they would. So she loved him with all of her heart, the part which belonged to him and the part which belonged to Daniel, and without her even realising it the hurt had slowly faded away. There would always be an emptiness but there was no longer torment, agony, pain.

When Rosie set the glass of milk down in front of Freddie, she looked up at him with heavy eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, watching as he sat down in the chair next to her. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

His eyebrows furrowed. He tilted his head as he looked at her. “What do you mean, honey?”

Freddie smiled ruefully. “That I love you. I didn’t mean to tell you that way. I wanted it to be a happy moment, not a sad one. And I wanted to say it to you, not to someone else.”

Rosie shook his head as if to assure her that it didn’t matter. There was a stupid smile on his face all of a sudden. “But you love me,” he said.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Freddie nodded. “Of course I do.”

“I love you too,” Rosie answered her, smiling widely. He leaned across the gap between them to kiss her lips, long and sweet. “I love you so much,” he breathed when he pulled back.

Freddie was grinning. “I think you mean that you love me so bad,” she corrected him teasingly. She was referring to what he’d said while drunk when she’d been angry at him after he’d decided to re-up. It was such an American thing to say but also so very endearing - Freddie’s heart had melted when he’d said it, not that she’d been able to show it at the time. But she wanted him to say that version now, when she could repeat it back to him.

Rosie chuckled softly, obviously recalling the event, too, though with palpable embarrassment. “I do,” he confirmed. “I love you so bad, Fred. So, so, so bad.”

“I love you too,” Freddie replied around a gentle smile. “So bad, Rosie. I love you so bad.” Lifting a hand to cup his cheek, she sighed and kissed his nose. “I know it must be awful for you to hear me talk about Daniel, but please know that I don’t think of you as a replacement. What I feel for you is different. I don’t love him more just because I lost him.”

Rosie nodded. “I know.” And he did know. One of the first things he’d truly loved about her was her capacity to love; her friends, her family, her dogs, music, poetry, flowers. She had nothing if not the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever met. If anyone was capable of having two loves of their life, two soulmates, and cherishing them both in equal measure, it was Freddie. “I love you.”

“Do you love me less because I loved him first?” Freddie breathed. Her eyes were just a little bit uncertain. Rosie thought she knew the answer but just needed to hear him say it.

“No,” Rosie reassured her. “I love every part of you, the part that Daniel took with him included. All the British, all the Austrian, all that you’ve given to me and all that you gave to him.”

Freddie smiled. It wasn’t the brightest smile she’d ever given him but, god, was it the most beautiful. Soft and delicate and full of emotion, the difficult ones and the happy ones, too. She smiled with all the depth of her affection for him, all the extent of her love. How could he ever doubt that she loved him when she smiled at him like that?

“Rosie,” Freddie breathed, rising from her chair to settle in his lap. “Rosie,” she whispered into his ear, pressing her lips to his neck.

“Fred,” Rosie mumbled as she started to kiss down into the collar of his shirt.

“I love you,” she whispered, starting to undo his buttons. “So bad. So, so bad.”

Rosie held her flush to him, halting her progression for the time being so he could kiss all the air out of her. “I love you so bad, Fred,” he said against her lips when they pulled back. “More than anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me,” Freddie breathed, tucking her nose up beside his.

Rosie shut his eyes, inhaling the smell of her, embracing the closeness. “I won’t,” he promised, running his hands up and down her back as she resumed undoing his buttons. “I promise, Fred,” he breathed, tugging at her dress. “I won’t.”

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Hiii could you do a Vince Neil from Mötley Crüe x a male stripper Reader? And like they meet at a strip club where the reader is performing and he’s the only male stripper there and catches Vince’s attention?

A/N: Helloooo, so sorry for the late replay but between university and internet problems it took a bit. But still thank you so much for thr request I had so much fun writing it, I hope you'll enjoy it as well <3 Also yes, I named a character after a wrestler BUT IT JUST MAKES SENSE OKAY?!

Warnings: sensual moments

One of Vince’s favorite things to do when visiting a new city was to check out the strip clubs. It was even better when he was alone,because as much as he loved the Terror Twins, they weren't always the best company.Sometimes he just wanted to get a drink or two or four and enjoy some nice ladies showing off their goodies, without having to worry about Nikki lighting Tommy's hair on fire. 

The swinging bat was a strange name for a strip club but it was not like Vince was going to judge a book by its cover: as long as he had excellent service and alcohol it was fine by him.

The loud music hit him as soon as he got inside. The club wasn't the biggest he had ever seen but it could defend itself, the interiors were black and red but the lights hit them in such a way that the blond felt part of a movie. It was a shame they already shot the “Girls Girls Girls” music video at the Seventh Veil because this one would have been perfect. 

“Please give it up for Destiny!” The speaker said, making Vince’s head immediately turn towards the stage. 

Destiny was a nice blonde with a red bikini who showed off all her curves. Vince immediately felt his eyes following her movements but he didn't get close, enjoying the show from far. She seemed to have already a group of faithful clients who were launching their money on stage and the singer was more than happy to start slow. 

He wasn't shy. He just didn't want to waste his money immediately, making him seem like an easy target. However this didn't mean his body wasn't starting to get hot and his lips turned into a smirk once Destiny decided to do a split to end her dance. 

The line at the bar wasn't incredibly long which the singer was grateful for. He ordered some Jack Daniels while the second girl started to approach the stage.

“Omg, are you Vince Neil?” A voice screamed, thankfully coved to anyone else by the loud music.

Vince turned his gaze to find a redhead girl in a leather jacket and shorts staring at him, with her head tilted as she waited for him to talk. His eyes immediately wandered up and down her body and he took a sip of his drink. Certainly he imagined his night to go differently, but who was he to complain? Work smarter and not harder, if the girl came to him it meant he had to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Yes. If you want an autograph, unfortunately I don’t have a pen. Unless you do.” He leaned in closer.

“A drink is just fine, I have an employee discount anyway.” She giggled.

“You work here? Shit, did I miss you?” Vince scratched his neck while passing a hand through his hair.

The redhead brushed her hand over his shoulder quickly, almost as she wanted to comfort him. It was so quick that someone could barely notice it but he most certainly felt it. 

“It's okay, it’s my day off.”

“I’m glad. I would have hated missing you. But if I have to offer you a drink, at least I should know your name.” Vince said with a charming smile.

“Felicia” The woman said, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Felicia, is that a stage name? 

“Maybe… who knows.” She replied with a smile. Her eyes went to the stage for a moment then back to Vince. 

Vince’s arms bumped with her, while he gestured to get the bartender's attention. 

“Another Jack and Cola and for her….”

“Tequila, thanks” She added while the singer handed a bill to the bartender.

Vince finished his previous drink and immediately went for the second one as soon as it arrived. The singer didn’t say another word but his eyes were definitely doing all the talking. He made sure Felicia would catch him  doing a double take of her and then quickly drawing his attention to the stage nonchalantly.

The girl went along: she would catch his eyes, looking down, and then back up from under her lashes while sucking her drink through a straw. Vince knew he had probably been the first to give up so that she could feel important and wanted, but was curious to see how much their staring game was going to last.

“So are you on tour? Or just enjoying your break?” Felicia broke the silence first. 

Vince couldn't help but smile in victory.

“I’m gonna leave in a couple of days for Dallas. Life on the road, you know? Gotta take every opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life… like you.”

 “You gotta do better than that! The clients are usually more original!” She playfully nudges his arm as she giggles.

“But are any of your clients the frontman of the hottest rock band around?” Vince placed his hand on her knee, just for a second.

“Touché. I’ve never performed in front of a famous star.” Felicia said, finishing her drink.

 “Maybe you can show me around the town and I can come see you here,tomorrow.”

Whatever answer the redhead was about to give, it got drowned by the loud voice of the speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for Goldust.”

The unusual name made Vince’s head turn. He had never heard a woman choosing a stage name so unique and there was a reason for that: the stripper who came out wasn’t a woman. It was a man.

A guy with blonde hair, very similar to Vince’s but longer, a golden robe and matching heels that would make Vince’s band mate Nikki blush. For some reason the singer couldn’t take his eyes off him, attracted like a magnet by the intriguing figure.

“Is that a man?” He asked Felicia, gulping his drink down.

“Oh, Goldie. He is a new acquisition. A true hit with the girls and the gays, the boss doesn’t discriminate. Money is money.” Her tone seemed a bit annoyed but Vince didn’t care, his gaze was still fixed on the man who still wore his robe.

“So, what about we get out of here and I show you a nice club down the road?” Felicia ran a knuckle down his forearm, in order to get his attention.

Vince bit his lip. A part of him was begging him to stay and watch Goldust, especially since he had never seen a male stripper, however another part knew that the risk of losing the night’s score wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t like he could have taken Goldie to his hotel room, meanwhile Felicia was head over heels for him and he would have received a free dance the next day.

Goldust finally took his robe off to show a predictable golden slip and body glitter all over his chest. His fishnet tights were more visible now and contributed to give a splash of rock to the full glam look. God, was this what people thought Vince looked like? No wonder this man was so fucking hot, he reminded Vince of himself so much.

What he had seen was enough to convince him to make a choice. And like many times in Vince’s life, he didn’t make a decision with his brain but instead with his instinct ( and possibly his dick too). So he stood up, completely disregarding Felicia, and walked towards the stage.

A conspicuous group of people started to leave for the bar but Vince kept going as if he was in a trance-like state. The music, the smell of beer, tha chatter of the guys all seem to blend in muffled noises. He had a goal and he wasn’t going to stop. However he didn’t realize how empty it got around the stage until he found himself standing directly in front of Goldust.

Oh fuck. Why did his legs look so attractive?

Vince started to feel hot which he blamed on the temperature. He had never been embarrassed to sit in the first row before, actually it always made his chest puff with pride knowing that he was  the privileged one, the cool rockstar who could have all the girls and made them fall at his feet. But there was something about the blond guy that made his brain short circuit.

Goldust started to thrust his hips with such fluidity that the singer was impressed. The pole was positioned right behind him however the stripper seemed to enjoy teasing the crowd by brushing it. Goldie knew the power he held and Vince was feeling the full effects of it.

When finally the blonde dancer decided to hop on the pole, making his gold boots shine against the metal, Vince’s eyes bugged. It was something so different from what he was used to yet totally inebriating. Goldust's body went up and down, occasionally rolling on the floor with precise movements.

“Woahhhh” A guy’s voice squealed. 

“I can feel you buddy” Vince wanted to say but instead he stayed silent.

The stripper fed on the attention and span faster while his long hair fell messily around his face. Fuck, that made him only sexier. Vince had to pass a hand in his hair since he was suffocating due the heat and sweat forming on his forehead, even if in this way he missed Goldie getting off the stage and through the crowd.

“Nice to see you, Greg” He heard someone say before a flash of blond hair brushed next to him.

“Fuck, he’s here. Notice me, please.”

The stripper's eyes locked with his for a second and Vince’s heart started beating faster but he tried to hide it by showing his usual smirk. There was no way the other man could resist the rockstar’s winning weapon of seduction. Goldust held eye contact almost as a challenge but he never arrived, instead he waved to a guy on the opposite side.

“I need to work harder” The thought flashed in his mind and he patted his pockets. If his pretty face didn’t work then a tip would do the trick.

When the stripper came back to his side, Vince was too slow to stop him but he was repaid by the guy’s hand brushing against his knee. What a fucking tease, the singer’s blood went all to one place and it was hard to focus on not having an accident. He wasn’t a 14 years boy who just learned what sex is, for fuck sake.

“Hey blondie, I got a little tip for you if you come here.” Vince mastered the courage to yell, while several of the people next to him turned their heads. 

Goldust’s body did a 180 and his eyes lit up, he marched to Vince and tilted his back in surprise. The singer held a twenty dollar bill above his head and stared the other man down, his heart once again beating against his ribcage.

“You play hard to get, uh?” Vince scoffed.

“My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.” The stripper shot back nonchalantly.

“And how do I know you’re worth the privè’s cost?”

Before Vince could register it Goldie sat on his lap, earning a few whistles from the crowd. His crotch moved closer to the singer’s while his arms went around Vince’s neck. He forgot when it was the last time he felt so needy with someone, usually he would expect the girls to jump on him but in this case he felt like the first time in a strip club all over.

“Thank you for the 20, sweetie.” Goldust whispered in his face before snatching the bill from Vince’s hand, putting it in his slip and getting back on stage.

The last few minutes of the exhibition were a blur for the Motley Crue singer, his mind still focused on the way Goldust’s hand felt against his body. But it wasn’t only that. He was livid at how easily he was wrapped around the other man’s fingers, how pathetically he tried to keep control only to melt once he felt the weight on his lap.

What was happening? He was Vince Neil, he was the one using girls like toys and not the other way around! He always criticized those guys who would get scammed by strippers spilling money out of them, yet he turned into one just for an ounce of attention from a guy he didn’t even know.

“Alright, five minute break and then get ready for our wonderful Kitty.” The speaker’s voice grounded Vince back to reality.

My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.

The sentence kept swarming in his head as he made his way towards the bartender. It was probably stupid what he was about to do but since when has any Motley Crue member done something smart?

“A gin and tonic and how much for a private event with Goldust?” He asked.

“Ten dollars for the drink, 50 for the meeting. Show this to the bouncer and he’ll tell you anything.” He said, handing first a ticket and then the drink. 

Vince paid and headed towards the red curtains of the private section, where soon a tall man dressed in black stopped him.

“Do you have a ticket?”

“Here.” 

“Third door on the left. The dancer will tell you his rules, don’t make me come to enforce them.” The bouncer threatened while Vince raised his hands in surrender.

The room was definitely soundproof since it reminded the singer of many of the recording studios he worked at. It wasn’t unusual for a club but it also showed how fancy the establishment was, since in the center of the room there were two red chairs and an equally red curtain which seemed to cover another section.

He sat down, taking a deep breath and started to tap his fingers on his thigh. Now there wasn't much to do but wait.

—

Realistically no more than ten minutes were passed yet Vince started to feel like he was going insane. His leg kept bouncing and his hands ran up and down his leather pants in the faint hope of drying them.

Goldust wasn’t going to leave him there, was he? The singer had no idea how he would react with rejection because he never had to worry about it. A flirty smile, a cheesy pickup line, a heartfelt compliment or some goody money usually always work the trick. Then why did he start to bite his fingernails? 

The door cracked open and the singer immediately fixed his hair, making sure his face looked as laid back as possible.

“Sorry sugar, I got caught up in something but I’m here.”

Goldust was wearing a white crop top and some daisy dukes instead of his stage gear, which Vince didn’t mind because he managed to look even hotter somehow. He stayed silent for a second just to admire him.

“Making a client wait isn’t exactly a hot move.” He looked the other man in the eyes but quickly regretted it when he saw the challenge in Goldust’s eyes.

“You’re a rockstar… Kiss, right? Oh no wait, maybe Bon Jovi.” The stripper changed the subject.

“Fuck you.” Vince’s face heated up. He could handle some teasing but being called Bon Jovi was too much.

“No wait, Vince Neil? I couldn’t recognize you without all that makeup!”

Usually the singer would have punched whoever dared to insult him but Goldust’s sarcastic tone only made his voice hotter. He was joking but still he recognized him which was something Vince could use at his own advantage.

“I know. I look hot with and without it.”

“Sure you do, sweet cheeks. So what brings you here? I never knew you liked guys.”

Neither did Vince or at least he thought it was a phase that ended in highschool when he let a guy, who had mistaken him for a girl, kiss him in a club.  If he focused enough he could still remember the taste of beer on the man’s lips, the strong cologne he was wearing and the strong arms who held him close.

“Sorry to break it to you but I’m a guy” Vince told him, once the kiss was broken off.

“Don’t worry. I swing both ways.” It was the man’s reply.

It was the first time Vince heard of the possibility of liking guys and girls. He took in the information and then shoved it in the back of his mind, thinking he could ignore it as long as possible. It did work but occasionally a guy would catch his attention, even if he never acted on it.

“Curiosity, I guess.” The singer’s eyes traveled all around the room in the attempt to not look like a scared puppy. “ I’ve never seen a male stripper before.”

Goldust’s face softened for a second. His mouth curved in a small smile and he tilted his head in curiosity which only made Vince feel like he was sinking in his seat due shame. He just exposed himself as a rookie instead of the playboy he usually was, serving to the other man the perfect opportunity to treat him like a toy. Which didn’t exactly bother him as much as he thought but still it was irritating enough to make his head fuming.

“I have to go over the rules, it’s standard. Number 1: no biting or scratching or anything too violent. I work with this pretty face and body so I can’t look like I got robbed. Got it?” Goldust’s tone was firm so Vince promptly nodded.

“Number 2: Nothing too messy so no piss or wax. Unfortunately if I mess up this room I’ll have to pay a cleaning fee and I don’t intend to.” The stripper looked at him again and Vince couldn’t help but move his head in agreement again, like a good soldier.

“And lastly: if you want to do anything that involves touching your dick, we are using a condom. Break any of these three rules and I'll have to call the bouncer. Understood?”

“Yes.” The singer's voice was barely a whisper. 

Any joke, any rebuttal or remark was whipped from his head by Goldie’s authoritative tone. He hated how easily he could paralyze him, he bit his lips in the desperate attempt to find something to say but instead he was left with silence and millions of doubts floating in his head.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

Oh God, probably everything. Or nothing. Or both. 

If some neurons were left in Vince’s brain by any chance, they were definitely burned after such a question. The whole butterflies in his stomach and rising heat in his body were getting ridiculous now, after all he was just a guy. An incredible, sexy, intimidating guy who Vince paid to be his for an hour. He was in control, even if the other person was a man.

“A lap dance,I want to feel you close like before.”

Goldust chuckled and disappeared behind the curtains and after a couple of seconds a very generic music started softly playing in the room. It wasn’t exactly the best but he put him in the mood which was enough.

“Sorry, we don’t have Crue songs. Maybe next time you can bring me a CD.” Goldie came back with a feathered boa which made Vince’s eyebrow arching. 

The stripper ignored him and simply started dancing all around Vince’s chair. Just like before he loved to tease him: touching him with the boa, letting his fingertips touch his hair, bending down behind the chair only to quickly get up when Vince’s gaze turned. He made sure the singer got a taste of him but never quite enough, railing him up even more.

“Fuck, you’re terrible.” Vince groaned which earned a laugh from Goldust.

The performer seemed to have pity on him and finally decided to sit on Vince’s lap. They stared at each other for a moment, both of their cheeks red but for different reasons, before Goldie started to thrust on his leg. The singer’s eyes got bigger and his breath hitched but he didn’t dare to touch the other man even if his hands were begging to. 

He just had no idea where to start.

“Do you want me to undress? Or should I do it?”

Instead of answering, Vince’s fingers automatically went to the hems of Goldust’s crop top and pulled it over his head only to discard it on the floor once he was done. His gaze indulged on the other man’s torso, which prompted Goldust to grab his wrist and run Vince’s hands over his side.

“God I love your siren tattoo.” He traced it carefully, sending a shiver of pleasure down the singer’s spine.

“Do you have any tattoos?” Vince wanted to facepalm himself but any of his cerebral functions were probably clouded by the sensation over his forearm.

“Two little wings, right above my panty line.”

Seizing the opportunity Vince slowly unzipped the daisy dukes, watching Goldie’s face shift in relief. Two inked wings popped up against the golden slip, simple yet beautiful. Fuck, he was really a fallen angel ready to join him in sin. This time it was Vince who traced the tattoo which only made the stripper thrust against him quicker.

“I love when people touch it, ugh. I put it there for a reason!” He enthusiastically said and stared his client in the eyes, waiting for the next prompt.

The singer’s mind went back to his first kiss with a guy. He felt the same longing sensation, the same knot in his stomach that desperately needed to be sorted. His mouth was dry, his face was on fire and he needed to drown his doubts.

So he got his face closer and crashed his lips on Goldust’s.

Without any hesitation the Goldie moved his hands into Vince’s hair, his mouth moved with as much ferocity as he received but the singer didn’t seem to back down and instead deepened the kiss. The more their lips moved, the more they felt the need to get even closer by touching the other’s body parts: hands running on arms, thighs and cheeks, quickly but never violently. It was just a desperate attempt to feed an insatiable beast.

When his lungs felt like fire and the air hunger became too much Vince broke the kiss. The sound of discontent that left Goldust’s mouth made him regret it, but the singer didn’t think he had anymore in him at the moment. The stripper seemed to notice because he started to rub circles on Vince’s arm, waiting for his next instructions.

“Are hickeys okay?” Vince asked.

“Usually I’d say no but I’ll make an exception for you. Just not too big or Cindy will kill me for finishing her concealer”.

The singer’s mouth approached Goldie's neck, his fear completely disappearing the moment he felt the skin under his lips.  He tasted like body mist and hairspray, somewhat familiar to what Vince was used to over the years as a Motley Crue member. Just like the kiss the more he tried to satisfy the urge and the more it grew, leaving his head just spinning uncontrollably. 

“Mhhh” A moan escaped from the other man’s mouth and Vince’s whole world stopped. His ears started to ring but he didn’t care and instead focused all his attention into his job, while his face started to turn red whenever he could feel Goldust’s vocal cords moving. He was so close to losing control and just deepened the kiss even more, but the giant waiting to beat him at the door was a good reminder to not push his boundaries.

“Maybe we should stop… before ya know…” Vince snapped back into his body and slowly backed away from the neck. He didn’t realize how much he was lacking oxygen  until he found himself taking a huge breath.

“Awww” Goldie complained but didn’t protest.

The singer admired the red mark on the other man’s neck, the sign of his presence and property. All the shyness seemed to dissolve into the small smirk forming on his lips, this was the proof he still got it yet he didn't feel complete. 

“Can you…” He vaguely gestured at Goldust’s collarbone. “ Can you return the favor?”

Goldust’s face turned into a triumphant smile and Vince knew he was enjoying this so much.He was basking every single moment in which the singer was destroying his rockstar facade to turn into a needy bitch. It pained him to pronounce those words but Vince was too desperate to care, and he could always count on booze to turn this night into his usual routine.

“Sure.” Goldie filled the awkward silence and adjusted himself comfortably to reach the other man’s neck. 

Goldust’s lips lingered over the skin, sending little shock waves through Vince’s entire body as anticipation was eating him alive. He closed his eyes just for a second but he quickly realized it was a mistake, the desire to see the strippers’ face working on his neck was spreading quickly, so he snapped them open. 

When finally he felt Goldie’s lips on his skin, he squeezed the other man’s thigh to fight the urge to scream. Everything was perfect… until the next song came on and it sounded awfully similar to a bell. Suddenly the spell was broken and Goldust’s mouth left him before they could even start.

“It looks like our hour is over.” The stripper said but his lips only slightly curved into a smile. 

Vince’s blood froze into his vein and he had to physically restrain himself from wrapping his arms around Goldust. Since when he was so clingy towards a stripper?

He’s different though and you know it.

Of course he knew it and he also hated himself for that. He hated his brain for bringing up old feelings about guys who could only complicate his fucked up life more but he despited even more the childish butterflies in his stomach when he thought back to what have just happened. 

“You should probably go.” Goldust whispered with a sigh. 

“Do you want to see each other again?” Vince didn’t even realize the words exited his mouth until his brain processed them a couple of seconds after. 

His whole face whitened as Goldust’s eyes just bugged out. He just ruined everything, probably flushed the possibility of becoming a regular down the toilet because how could they even look each other in the eyes after this? Vince wasn’t even sure he could have gotten out of there without banging his head against the wall. 

“Like on a date?” Goldie’s tone never sounded so uncertain which only made Vince’s heart beat faster.

“Yeah. Or it doesn’t have to be. We can just hang out, maybe grab a coffee tomorrow morning?” The singer played with his rings.

“Okay. Let’s meet up here at 10 am.” 

“Yeah, great… cool.” Vince nervously laughed.

Goldust smiled genuinely for the first time then he leaned closer and kissed Vince’s cheek.

“Now get the fuck out before the bodyguard kicks your ass” He said, pushing Vince towards the exit.

When the door closed behind him, his knees almost buckled and his head kept spinning. He felt so stupid yet so free. He was fucking screwed but he was going to make sure to enjoy every moment of it.

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Glorious Purpose

Rick Sanchez x Diane

Summary: After Evil Morty goes through all the files in Rick Prime's brain, he discovers there is one remaining Diane that Rick Prime created in hopes of one day killing her in front of C-137 to taunt him. Evil Morty makes Rick aware of the situation and decides to use the mind-blowers helmet to show this Diane the memories he has of them together.

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Diane was getting ready with her friend Rena at her apartment. It was Friday and after a long week filled with the stress of university and work she was ready to go out. They were both sitting on her bed, doing their makeup using the mirrors of several pallets. Ranting back and forth to each other about how irritating life was. Diane just started her sophomore year of college and was content with everything going on in her life. Grades were so promising that she was expected to graduate early, she was financially stable, and for once had an amazing friend group. She ran the straightener through her long blonde hair, making sure to spray down any flyaways. After announcing that the flatiron was available, she took the blunt and stood up, examining her appearance in the mirror that was attached to the closet door. She was wearing a pink pleated mini skirt and a white tee shirt that she purposely bought too small, it was cropped and didn’t go much farther than her second or third rib. It had the word CUNT in pink sparkly font and to complete the look she slipped her pink platform pump heels onto her feet. 

“You’re so fucking hot bitch,” her friend Tina said, standing beside her and taking a few pictures with her. 

“We both are,” Diane said, pulling out her phone and realizing they should have ordered the Uber 45 minutes ago. 

After ordering, they stood outside and smoked the remainder of the blunt. Diane got mad at Rean for dropping it onto her shoe but ended in laughter. The car ride was nice, they had a woman driver who complimented her nails and was amazed you could get duck nails to be so long. She was an older lady which made the interaction that much more sweet. They were dropped off in front of the entrance, where they waited in line, passing a pen back and forth with each other. Once they got their IDs checked by the bouncer, they made a b-line for the bar. Both ordered two shots of vodka each, downing them back to back. This bar was Diane’s favorite because, unlike a lot of today’s clubs, people actually danced. Not just standing around against a wall with their face buried in their phone. They also didn’t only play Hot 100s which is refreshing. They continued dancing with each other till the liquor kicked in. 

~

Rick was sitting in the garage, tinkering with a device Jerry asked him to make that will keep certain bugs from fucking with his plants. He set it down and stared at the wall for a second, ever since killing Rick Prime he’s been feeling like shit. Making him question if he was just using him to fill the void of no longer having Diane. Now that purpose and mission have been completed, what will occupy that need for purpose? Alcohol? Evil Morty coming through a portal into the garage broke Rick out of his numb dissociation. Morty came into the room at the same time, creating a wonderful little family reunion.

“I need to show you something,” Evil Morty said flatly.

“The same way I need both of you to get the fuck out of here,” he grumbled. 

“I went through Rick Prime’s brain files. He used the Omega Device on Diane but he found an existing pair of her parents. He locked them in the equivalent of a hamster cage and waited for them to produce a Diane. He was going to kill her in front of your Rick but obviously, we killed him before we could. I found the planet she’s living on, I don’t care what you do but considering you spent your whole life avenging her you might as well know,” Evil Morty said. 

“You’re lying, it’s probably a trap to lure inferior Ricks into a death trap,” Rick said, chugging the entirety of his flask and then refilling it. 

“I checked it out, I really don’t think it’s a baitline. He drew up blueprints of the location he was going to build to lure you and kill her,” he said, tossing the hard drive on his table. 

“If I get there and she’s not there, I’m killing both of you and bring you back to life over and over again and use that to fill the void of having no purpose,” Rick spat at Evil Morty as he opened the yellow portal,

“Yeah yeah, Loki called he wants his character arch back,” Evil Morty said. ‘

“Did he s-say both of us?” Morty C-137 asked as they all walked through the portal. 

~

Diane was currently bent over with her ass pressed against Rena as they danced to Bossy feat. Too $hort by Kelis. It was that point of the night when nothing seems real anymore and everyone’s morals began to loosen up. A blunt was hanging from her lips, she turned around so that she was facing Rena. Drunkenly deciding to have one more shot, practically skipping to the bar. Instead of getting a shot, she ended up getting a vodka cherry cocktail. She chugged the entire thing after Rena dared her to. Before returning to the dance floor, she made her way to the restroom. She was so intoxicated she didn’t even both hovering, she let her body plop down on the seat. She let her purse sit in her lap as she sat with her eyes closed for a while. This was the first weekend she had off all month, so the liquor was hitting harder than usual. Not to mention the only thing she ate that day was a chicken caesar salad at lunch. She finished her business and pulled out her phone to check how she looked, applying some lip gloss and fixing her hair before flushing. As she stood up, she stumbled a bit but sat her ass right back down when she saw a yellow glowing from outside the stall. 

“If you’re fucking with me right now I-” she heard a hoarse male voice grumble from outside the door. 

“Rick if I wanted to fuck with you I wouldn’t have helped you kill Rick Prime,” another young-sounding voice spoke. 

Diane was really nervous, especially because she was sure it was a man’s voice. She figured that Rena was waiting for her right outside so if she ran maybe she wouldn’t have interacted with the creep at all. Taking a deep breath in she opened the stall door and was taken back by what she saw. It was an older man with blue hair standing in front of you, tears were welding in his eyes creating an intense look on his face. 

“Is uh- is that Diane? Rick, you never said s-she looked like-” Morty said before being interrupted. 

“I’m going to take him home, looks like you’re gonna have an amazing time here,” Evil Morty said before dragging the other Morty into a portal by his shirt. 

“How do you know my name?” you asked, thoroughly confused and starting to wonder if your drink was spiked. He continued to stare, almost like he was in disbelief. He took a step towards her which made you step back into the stall.

“Dude what the fuck are you doing?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

Seriously back-” Before she could finish, he blew some type of mist into her face. It immediately impacted her, making her slowly start to lower herself to the ground. Rick grabbed her which made her freak out a bit, like she was trying to get away but becoming too sedated to fight back. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he said, almost whispering. She bawled her hand into a fist and hit his chest weakly before passing out. 

When she woke up she couldn’t figure out where she was. Looking around at the random bed and the fact that she wasn’t wearing her clothes scared her. She was in a blue long sleeve that she was drowning in. Tears welled in her eyes, she looked over and saw her original clothes neatly folded in a pile near the bed. After wiping her eyes, not caring about the old makeup on her eyes, she went to open the door but found that it was locked. She started kicking and punching at it, hoping it would eventually give way. Starting to have a full-blown panic attack, she grabbed her heel and used it to bang on the door. This continued until Rick came through the door, which caused Diane to take a few steps back. 

“Let me out of here you fucking creep!” she yelled throwing her heel toward him, he didn’t even flinch because the throw was so bad. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he spoke in a soft yet firm voice.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want- oh my fucking- is this guy fucking serious? You fucking kidnapped me!” she cried, running over to grab the other heel. 

“I understand that this is confusing but I have a device that can help you understand,” Rick said, holding the mindblowers helmet in his hands. At this point, she was feeling so deranged as if she could explode at any moment, “I invented this device that can show you depictions of someone’s memories, I loaded my own on here so you could-” Diane interrupted by charging at him, armed with her heel. He dodged her so that he was behind her and put the mindblowers helmet on her, then waited. 

The first memory was of the first time they met, both lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school. That being said, they never really interacted with each other. Rick was similar to Morty in high school, quiet and awkward. Not to mention their extracurricular activities were polar opposites, she was a cheerleader and on the swim team. Rick was looking to be valedictorian and although he wasn’t very athletic, he had his charming moments. He gained confidence especially throughout his senior year from all the praise his teachers gave him. This is what led to Rick asking Diane on a date, she said yes because she secretly had her eye on him for a while. She always knew he was different but not in a superficial way. She liked how observant he was, most of the guys she was around talked about their health. Bragging about the stupidest things, like how much they could bench and how much alcohol was accessible to them. Those same boneheads were ready to fight if someone breathed wrong in their direction. There was one time when Rick accidentally bumped into one of the football players. As the jock cussed out Rick, who then walked up to Diane and asked her to hang out after the football game.

“Hey um, I know you’re on the cheer team but maybe after the football game we could get some takeout?” Rick asked, standing stiffly with his hands in his pockets. 

“That actually sounds really nice, I have to run but, I’ll see you then,” she replied with a small smile on her face. 

When Diane was at the game, she kept looking for Rick in the bleachers. He didn’t show up until the last 20 minutes of the game. When they made eye contact, she practically jumped in the air and waved with a big smile on her face. As they did their routine, she couldn’t help but stare as she danced. Seeing how intensely he was giving her a feeling she never felt before. Finally, the game ended and she gathered her sports bag and met him in the parking lot. He was leaning up against an old pickup truck. He not only opened her door but also put her bag in the backseat for her. She was still in her uniform and only then did she notice how short the skirt was. It was a stick shift and she thought it was hot watching him maintain conversation while operating the car. They stopped at Wendy’s and then made their way back to Dianne’s house, her dad worked night and her mom was always passed out by 9 pm. The first time Rick came into her room, she felt more embarrassed than ever. Normally when her little girlfriends came over, she felt really proud of her bedroom. When she showed Rick, it felt like she was showing an intimate and private. He set his food and backpack down and you excused yourself to change. While she was gone, he looked around the room for a bit. The walls of the room were navy blue and her curtains and bedspread were baby pink. He took in the little details like all the cosmetics she had scattered about on her vanity. The Beatles posters and other magazine cut-outs were stuck to the wall.​​ The way her room smelled like vanilla or the white cat that lay at her windowsill, it hissed at Rick when he sat next to him. That was when Diane came back out wearing a short babydoll nightgown that had matching bloomer shorts. Her blonde hair was still down but she’d washed the make-up off her face, letting her freckles show. 

“Is this okay?” she asked, playing with her hands, Rick didn’t speak. Instead, he shook his head, closed her agape mouth, and pulled his burger out of the paper bag. 

You’d think they would have initiated some type of sexual act but instead, they talked for hours while sitting on her bed. He opened up about the difficult relationship between him and his father. She explained how her mother is crazy and they can’t go more than 5 hours without screaming at one another. They talked about future goals and career paths. They ended up falling asleep well, Diane did with her head lying on Rick’s chest. He stayed up, rubbing her back and admiring her face as she slept. It was too easy just to say he found her attractive, he liked that every guy talked about her. He liked that every girl wanted to be her. The way she wasn’t just a pretty face, she could hold a conversation and had goals beyond just being a mother and wife. Sometimes at night, he would get angry while thinking about her being with some other guy. They wouldn’t love her the way he did, they wouldn’t care about her mind and well-being like he could. 

One night, Rick was doing his homework when the phone rang. It was 1971 so it was a push-button phone. Because there was no way to see a color ID, Diane would only let the phone ring twice before hanging up, singling to Rick that she was on the other line. Rick picked up the phone, happy to hear her voice until he actually did. She was crying, he could hear her mother screaming in the background. They’d been together for the past 6 months and Rick knew all about the relationship between Diane and her Mother. Her mother was Russian and really strict, a lot of the time she would throw the sacrifices she made in Diane’s face. Both her older brothers moved out and had families, so with only the two of them left at home, it was like a war zone. Maybe Rick was biased but Diane’s mother was over-critical of the 18-year-old. She did everything in hopes of impressing her mother but to no avail. 

“Rick? I need you to pick me up right now. I can’t be here anymore!” she cried into the receiver. 

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon just hang tight okay? I love you,” he said, his heart pounding out of his chest. 

“Okay, I love you too but please just hurry okay?” she asked, her voice quivering. 

“I’m coming baby,” he said, hanging the phone back on its receiver. 

He grabbed his keys and coat, putting his shoes on before leaving. Before walking out the front door, he stared at his dad, who was passed out on the couch. He didn’t even bother taking his shoes or tie off, he shook his head in disgust before heading out. It was raining pretty hard, he turned the heater on before making his way to Diane’s. She only lived about a ten-minute drive from Rick’s house. Pulling into the driveway and honking to let her know he arrived. Diane came out, putting a couple of her bags into the backseat. Her mother followed her, screaming in Russian. He knew Diane was mad because she was screaming in a mixture of English and Russian, her face was red and tears streamed down her cheeks. Hair was soaked from walking back and forth from her house to Rick’s car. He just watched making sure nothing got too physical between the two of them. Once she packed the last of her things in the car, she approached her mother who was standing on the porch, laughing at her. Rick cringed as he heard the taunting cackling coming from the older women. 

“He’ll leave, you think the world is a fairytale place. You think you’ve found  prince who will build castle. Shower you will jewels and riches you’re blinded by desperation. He will use you, and you’ll let him because you have no brain, beauty is not enough to keep man anymore,” her mother spat.

“Just because Dad left you doesn’t mean I can’t find a man who will love me for real!” Diane said, more like screamed at her mother.

“Your father left because of you, I made him happy, I did everything right. It wasn‘t until you come that he leave and drink!” her mother screamed. 

“I hate you, fuck you seriously you drove everyone away and then blame everyone but yourself, God you’re just such a cunt!” Diane screamed so loud that neighbors began coming outside. 

“Go be with prince, go get pregnant, you’ll see how he loves you when pregnancy strips you of beauty,” her mother laughed as she slammed the door on Diane. She just stood there, she was completely soaked from the rain, and black mascara tears ran down her face staining her cheeks. She screamed at the door, just stood and screamed. Rick went and put his coat over her shoulder and directed her to the car. She was hysterical, not even comprehending what Rick was saying as he tried consoling her. He drove her back to his house, she was shivering and sobbing loudly. Rick was driving with one hand because she was death gripping his other arm, crying into her sleeve. He finally got her to calm down enough so they could sneak past his dad. He carried her inside, she clung onto him like he was going to disappear out of thin air. Bringing her to his room, when he set her down to go get her stuff from the car. 

“No, please just stay here, please don’t go!” she cried, holding onto one of his hands with both of hers. 

“I left the car on and I have to get your stuff, I’ll be right back,” he said, she didn’t protest but he also had to pry her hand off his arm to go. 

He managed to get all her stuff on the first trip. When he got back upstairs, he sat on the floor for a while with Diane consoling her. After she’d calmed down for the most part, she wanted to take a shower. He had a bathroom attached to his room and got everything ready for her. He let her know everything was good to go but she wanted him to join her. He shook his head in agreement but couldn’t form any words. They’d been intimate before but never fully nude or actual intercourse. She got in before he did, and nervously he joined her amazed at what he saw. She was so statuesque, like the women in Playboy magazines. Her skin was so soft and it glistened as the water ran down her curves. She turned around to make eye contact with him, shamelessly looking down at his package before fluttering her eyes up again. When he imagined this moment he thought it would have been more sexy and intense but it wasn’t. Instead, they just sat in the water embracing each other’s skin. Even when her eyes were closed you could see how swollen they were from crying. They stayed there till the water got cold, Rick cut off the water and helped her out of the shower. He didn’t know what she would want from her stuff, so he gave her one of his shirts and a pair of boxers and socks. He even brushed her hair so it wouldn’t get matted as she slept. 

“Do you think she’s right, do you think I’m the reason my dad left?” she asked, her voice getting lighter and cracking towards the end. 

“You’re dad left because he was a pussy and didn’t want to own up to his responsibilities,” he said, crawling into bed with her.

“Promise? That she’s wrong,” she asked looking up at him, he knew she wasn’t talking about her dad anymore. 

“I would only leave you if I died,” he said, pressing his forehead into her. She kissed him until her lips were swollen and hurting.

Ever since that night, they were completely inseparable. Everyone rolled their eyes, thinking there was no way they would last. They assumed Diane would leave Rick for a more mainstream athletic guy but she didn’t. He went to all of her swim meets and she supported him with all his college applications and the stress of his job. He worked as a paid apprentice for a watch store, it wasn’t the most exciting job but they were happy. The time between then and graduation seemed to fly by. Rick was valedictorian and Diane had to beg him to wear something nice underneath his gown. They ended up going to college together at Stanford, living in an off-campus apartment. He was trying to earn his Bachelor of Science while she was working on becoming a veterinarian. This is when the honeymoon phase ended and things started getting more domestic. Even though things were different, it didn’t mean things were bad. 

One night after she’s eaten with Rick at the dining room table. He was still there, shoveling forkfuls of meatloaf and mashed potatoes into his mouth. He was working on his homework, his brow  Every now and again wiping his hands so he could use his abacus. As she finished up the dishes, her body was practically shaking with anticipation. Diane had been saving up for months to buy Hewlett-Packard’s first scientific calculator. 

“Look, baby, it adds and subtracts obviously but it can also compute logarithms, exponents, AND, trigonometric functions. It’s called the HP-35, God it looks so cool I wish I could get it,” he said, showing Diane the newspaper ad.

“Well why can’t you?” she asked. 

“It’s 395 dollars,” he laughs. 

“Oh,” she said, turning her head back to the TV. 

She saved up enough money, working as a vet tech to buy it for him. He’d recently proposed, and the fact that he was more focused on her ring and marriage that he would sacrifice something that would make his schooling so much easier really touched her. She finished drying and putting the last few dishes away, she went over to the hall closet and grabbed the shopping bag. Rick was still hunched over his plate while working on his homework. She set the bag on the table in front of him, this made him look up at her. He had a bit of food in his mouth which made her laugh, she picked up the napkin and wiped his face. 

“What is it? Did you have a chance to pick up my socks?” he asked, Diane laughed again before responding. 

“Open it and find out,” she said, kissing the top of his head. He cleaned off his hands and opened the plastic bag. When he saw what it was, he set it on the table, pushed his chair back, and engulfed her in a bear hug. He lifted her up and squeezed her tight so she couldn’t move. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” she breathed out, he set her back on the ground, took her face between his hands, and kissed her. 

“You really are my everything you know that?” he asked before kissing her. 

“I love you,” she said. 

They both graduated with their degrees in 1976 and things were looking so promising. Rick already found a job working at a biotech company with a great wage and Diane was working as the lead veterinarian at her clinic. They bought a house that was perfect, two-story with a big garage. This worked out perfectly because it turned into Rick's workspace. For a while they just worked, saved up, and went on vacations every once in a while but things were beginning to get complacent. Every day the same routine, both Diane and Rick began to wonder about the concept of children. There was no reason why they couldn’t start trying but Diane was scared. Actually terrified of what pregnancy would do to her body not to mention having to birth a whole baby. Diane came home early one day because she was feeling so sick. It wasn’t until she walked into the store and into the pharmacy that it dawned on her she could be pregnant.

They used to use condoms religiously but they’d been married for years now and to put it bluntly, they got lazy. She picked up a pregnancy test and then made her way back home. Rick wasn’t going to be home for about an hour so she ran into the bathroom to take the test. She bought 5, just to be sure it was completely accurate. She was pacing around the bedroom for a while, waiting for the tests to develop. She took her scrubs off and walked back into the bathroom, every single test read positive. For a while, she sat down and cried, sobbing even. She turned on the shower, in hopes that it would help calm her nerves. It wasn’t like she was nervous about Rick’s reaction, she knew he wouldn’t be mad or anything. She was just scared of no longer having control of her body. On the other hand, I'm thinking about having a little mini-her. As she cried in the shower, she couldn’t help but think about what her mother had told her. About what caused her dad to leave, she knew Rick would think she was silly for thinking this but her insecurities were getting the better of her. When Rick came home, he was surprised to see her car in the driveway, normally she got home after him. When he found her she was still crying in the shower. Rick was really worried until she directed him to the tests on the bathroom vanity. 

“Honey why are you upset, you don’t want to be pregnant,” he asked gently, turning the water off once he realized it was ice cold. 

“No, I just.. I don’t know,” she sighed, getting up and wrapping a towel around herself. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, taking his work clothes off as you changed into comfy clothes. 

“I think it’s just bringing up past memories of things like my mom and stuff,” she said wiping her eyes. Rick joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I would never leave you, especially if you were or are pregnant. I know it’ll be hard because of your past but I love you and look on the bright side. We’re having a little baby,” he said, moving his hands to her belly.

“Yeah, we are. Isn’t that so weird?” she asked rhetorically which made them both laugh before sharing a kiss. 

The pregnancy went along smoothly, she still worked until she was 7 months pregnant. Taking a break to start nesting and planning for the baby. Diane didn’t want anything elaborate, the baby shower was very intimate. Only close friends and family her mother wasn’t invited. The birth scared the shit out of Rick, he had so much anxiety watching her contracting. She looked like a cat that couldn’t get comfortable, shifting positions and writhing around. She kept reminding Rick not to let them do anything crazy to her which he reassured her every time. She pretty much blacked out while pushing, her face was so red, practically purple. She was so exhausted that she kept dozing off while waiting for them to bring her back. As the doctor stitched her up, Rick watched making sure they didn’t give her the husband stitch. Diane’s face was bruised from how hard she pushed, she was sleeping curled up on her side. Rick held Beth as he waited for her to wake up. The nurses thought she was a redhead at first but after they bathed her they realized it was actually blonde. He talked to her the entire time, whispering how much he loved her on her forehead. She was perfect, like a little doll. Rick couldn’t believe he made her or how tiny she was. Diane woke up shortly after, immediately taking Beth into her arms and gushing over her. 

This was the last memory on the mind blowers, Diane ripped the helmet off herself and started crying. She felt like she was going crazy, the overwhelming feeling of watching herself live a completely different life made her want to throw up. Going to one of the corners of the room and just hyperventilating. Rick sat behind her so that his knees were on either side of her. 

“Did we really do all that together?” she asked, wiping her face.

“A version of you, yeah,” he said. 

“I can’t be that for you, I’m not a mom I don’t know how to do that yet. I wasn’t born like forever ago either,” she cried

“I’m not asking you to become a different person or my wife. I just worry about other Versions of me, getting a hold of you. They won’t be as… nice as me,” he explained. She turned around to face him, he looked sad and tired. Maybe it was because she was feeling overwhelmed and needed comfort but she moved to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. Tears streamed down his face, he was squeezing her so tight she couldn’t breathe for a second. 

“I’m exhausted and my head hurts,” she said, which made Rick stand her up and start the shower for her. While Diane sat, soaking in the hot water, Rick got her a pain pill to help her sleep and ease all the anxiety this entire ordeal had caused. He waited on the bed until she came out of the bathroom, showered, and changed. He wrote down his number just in case he needed anything before he went to leave. 

“Wait! Can you stay with me please?” she asked, sitting on the bed. He agreed and lay there till the pain pill he gave her kicked in. She ended up cuddling up next to him and sleepily protested when he tried to break free and leave.

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(One-shot series 1/3 chapters posted - posts regularly on Saturdays. If anyone knows who to credit for the Hizashi fanart, please let me know!) Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, scared reader, pro hero rescue

Word Count: 4,364 words

Summary: Ichijiku Aoki has lived in hell with Kigai as her captor for three years. During a chance encounter at a dance club, she runs into her first breath of fresh air in years: Hizashi Yamada. Kigai makes it clear that Ichi belongs to him, so dare she hope for a better life and an escape from her prison?

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse

Chapter 1: Time Signatures

Ichijiku (Tigress)

In another life, listening to the pulsating beat of the music in the club might be fun. I might feed off of the voices singing at the top of their lungs, or delight in the changing colors flashing all around the dance floor. 

But I’m not living in another life. I’m living in hell.

“Give her another shot.” Kigai’s voice rises over the crowd as he gives me a look. Don’t you tell a goddamn soul what I’m doing or you won’t live to see the sunrise. His quirk stretches into my mind and reminds me just who I belong to. Of course, the bruises littering my thighs are testament to that too. Kigai would never let me go out in anything other than skinny jeans, so it’s not like anyone can see, though.

No one ever sees.

The bartender gives me a smile and I play the perfect part of being his playful partner, leaning over to give Kigai a kiss on his cheek, a loving gaze, and a swat at his butt while bile turns over in my stomach. I throw back the shot of tequila before Kigai puts his hands at my hips and looks directly at me. You’d better get out on that dance floor and pretend you’re having a good time. People have started looking at you.  “Why don’t you go have some fun, sugar? I know you don’t feel good, but the dance floor has always helped you clear your mind.”

He plants a slow and tender kiss on my lips, but all I feel is dread. I want to feel happy. I want to feel a flutter in my chest. I want to feel anything. Anything but Kigai.

You’re mine, Ichi. And don’t you forget that. His eyes bore into mine and then he turns away, laughing at a joke Shihito tells him. I can feel his gaze follow me as I put on my brave face and walk through the dance floor.

In some ways, I’m grateful for the tequila. Otherwise I’d never be able to play like everything’s fine. Winding my way through the undulating bodies feels easier to bear than seeing that look on Kigai’s face. The threat that always lingers there. In this mingling of bodies I can close my eyes and lose myself to the music, feel the beat move in conjunction with me instead of forcing me to move with it. 

The only time I’m conscious of is the time signature in the music. Minutes could pass, or it could be hours. What’s important is that Kigai doesn’t cut in and I can’t see those eyes trapping me in their domineering gaze. 

For the first time in three years, I’m reminded of the better parts of life.

And then the better part of life bumps into me.

“Whoops! Hey there, little lady. Sorry for the intrusion.” A blonde man with a broad smile and glasses apologizes to me. “Did I hurt you?”

For a moment my breath is taken away and my façade cracks. The best way I can describe him is pure sunshine. He only looks at me for a moment with that grin but the warmth seeps into my skin and makes me yearn for a normal life. My throat gets tight. Help me. I want to say. Please make him leave me alone. 

“Woah, hey, is everything okay? Did I really hurt you?” His puts a soothing arm on my shoulder as he makes himself heard over the crowd. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

“No!” I panic, forcing a grin on my face and hoping that he’ll shake it off as me being drunk. That’s what everyone else has done. “Really, it’s okay. I just get emotional when I’m drunk. I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.” I shake my head as if trying to clear my mind and turn away from him. You’re too pure for someone like me, too beautiful for this world. If Kigai knew I slipped up…I can’t drag you down into this. You could get hurt.

“Hey, wait!” I hear him call behind me, but I ignore it and keep moving.

My feet rush towards the bathroom. I head inside and slam the first stall door I see before heaving into the porcelain bowl. Get it together, Ichijiku. I’ll kill Kigai. We can’t. I sob in the stall. We can’t do anything. Kigai has my family on his radar. We’re stuck! What a foul sack of shit. He’s not worth the stripes on my skin. I want to die. I know, Little Cub, and I’d surely embrace death knowing that you didn’t have to suffer this any longer. But we have to hold on. Change is coming. I can feel it in my bristling fur.

There’s a banging at the door that I know means I’m in trouble. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks frantically and flush the toilet before wetting a paper towel and dabbing under my eyes. Breathe. Get it together. We’ll survive. I’m right here with you.

I step out of the bathroom and Kigai’s hand wraps around my arm as he pulls me aside.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He puts on a concerned simper, feeling my forehead with his free hand. You’re supposed to tell me where you’re going and why. You were trying to run away, weren’t you, bitch?  “I thought you were hurt. Did you get sick?”

“I think I drank too much.” I sniffle, looking down so he can’t use his quirk and I don’t have to listen to his haunting voice in my thoughts. It’s a mistake.

His hand comes under my chin. To an outside party it might look like he’s being a tender lover, but there’s bite in the way his fingers dig into my skin. You know I hate when you look away from me, whore.

“Honey, you only had one shot. When did you become such a lightweight?” He laughs. I’m sick of your damn excuses. He runs his fingers through my hair and his hands cup my cheeks as he kisses my forehead. “But if you need to take a seat, go ahead.” Stay where I can see you.

“Thanks, love.” I return his gesture of affection with a hug and a peck on his cheek.

For a while, I sit at the bar again, scrolling through my phone to look busy. I can’t see Kigai, but I don’t need to. His gaze always follows me, even when he’s not in the room.

“It looks like you needed a break, huh?” The blonde from earlier takes residence in the seat next to me.

I turn to look at him as I nurse a lemonade. He’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Yeah.” I look down at the table again and trace around the rim of my glass. “Sorry about earlier. I think I’d been dancing too long and was getting overheated.”

“Yeah, the dance floor can get overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” He laughs. The sound sings through my bones. 

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Yamada Hizashi. But you can call me Hizashi.” He tilts his head like a puppy and the lights around him make him appear almost angelic. “What’s yours?”

“Ichijiku.” 

“Nice to formally meet you, Ichijiku.” He answers. “Was that your boyfriend I saw earlier?” 

“Yes.” I smile into my cup to hide the disgust in my eyes. God, I wish he wasn’t. “He was making sure I was okay.”

“Ah, good to know. From back there it looked like he was going to hurt you, but I was obviously mistaken. I’m glad you’re safe, you know?” 

Something about the way he says it makes me look up at him and feel more hope than I have in a long time. I feel seen and heard. After a cursory glance around the club without seeing Kigai, I feel safe enough to answer.

“Kigai’s not a dangerous man. He doesn’t hit me and he likes to make sure I’m taken care of.” My eyes scream the opposite. I hope he catches it. I hope he doesn’t. “He knows my favorite colors and we watch my favorite movies all the time and he loves me. He never calls me names and he always asks before he touches me; Kigai doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Hizashi’s hand moves closer to mine and when I look at him I don’t feel sick.

“So you don’t need my help at all, do you?” He asks. He doesn’t break my gaze. 

My lips part in a relieved gasp;  I’m ready to tell him everything, but my eyes hold terror as Kigai catches my gaze from across the room. What the hell are you telling him? His smile follows me even though he’s standing beside the DJ. Abruptly, I stand and move away from Hizashi.

“It would be better if you stayed away from me.” I hiss under my breath, cursing myself for wishing for a normal life. Cursing myself for dreaming that I’d ever be able to get away from Kigai. What was I thinking? If Kigai finds out, it’ll be my head. But at least Hizashi knows. Maybe he can get help! Why would he help me? He probably has no idea I need help. I was reading too much into it. No one ever notices the bruises. Or they make excuses if they do.  That’s right. No one cares about you. Who cares about a stupid whore? She’s not a whore. Kigai’s a manipulator and a rapist, and that’s all there is to it, fiend.

“Are you looking at my girl?” I’m suddenly face to chest with Kigai. Shit. He was closer than I realized. Fuck!

“Kigai, honey, it’s okay. I was just coming to find you. It’s fine.” I place my hand on his arm and squeeze, trying to redirect him. 

“No, it’s not fucking okay.” Kigai growls, glaring bullets into Hizashi’s eyes. 

“Hey, man. You have the wrong idea.” Hizashi puts his hands up, looking composed and calm. See? He knows nothing. Everything you told him went straight over his head. “She bumped into me earlier and I was just making sure she’d gotten back to the bar safely.”

“She bumped into you? Or were you trying to cop a feel?” Kigai snarls, dangerously tense.

“Kigai, please.” I beg, pulling at the front of his shirt to make him look at me. Why the hell did you let him get close to you, huh? You know you belong to me. Not some sleaze who’s just going to fuck you and leave you out to dry. After everything I’ve done for you. His words reach into my mind and I do the only thing I can to get out of the situation. I reach up around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. 

Thankfully, Kigai seems to take the bait. He becomes more possessive, gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises there in the morning. His tongue invades my mouth and he tugs fiercely at my lip. When he pulls back, he still turns a fiery glare onto Hizashi.

“Don’t you get near my girl again, got it?” Kigai wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. My eyes lose their shine. I guess that’s it. We’re stuck again. All in good time, Little Cub. All in good time.

He pulls me away and I risk one last glance back at Hizashi. One last hopeful plea begging him to help, but he’s not looking back at me. 

. . . . .

Six months go by that Kigai refuses to take me out again. For six months he beats the lesson into me.

“You were trying to be a clever little whore, weren’t you?” His foot connects with my jaw, but I don’t make a sound. I take it. “Thought you had a savior. Someone to take you away from me, right? But you’re mine! If you left me do you know what that would mean for your family? For you?” He yanks me up by my hair. “They’d be up shit creek without a paddle and it’d be all your fault!” 

“I’m sorry, love.” I whimper out, hating the taste of the words on my tongue. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” He lets go of me and I catch the brunt of my weight on my arms. Tears trickle down my cheeks and then suddenly he pulls me into his arms and then onto his lap on the bed.

“You know I love you, right?” He coos in my ear, saying the words that my heart wants to hear in the most twisted tones. “It’s just…seeing you with that other man…mmm…I hated seeing that. You know he was just trying to manipulate you, right? Use you when you were vulnerable?”

You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I wish I could have been more specific…told him something more concrete. Then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck here. It’s not your fault, Dear One. “I know, Kigai. I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling good and I just wanted someone to talk to.”

His grip tightens on me. “You could have found me.”

“You were busy, Kigai, I didn’t want to ruin your time.” I turn and kiss his cheek to make the comment more believable. “I love you.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He kisses under my ear and it burns. Nauseous flames swim along my body until he leaves me broken under the covers. I curl up into a ball as he gets up from the covers and starts grabbing his clothes. “C’mon, baby, get your clothes on. I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I don’t question it. I’m silent as I pull on my clothes and fix my hair. When I’m ready, I take the arm he offers me. 

“You’re gonna like this, baby.” He rubs a small bruise he made at my neck, smiling as we head out into the street and he looks at me. You’d better not tell anyone it’s anything other than a love bite, got it? Or I’ll have your family hunted down with a snap of my fingers.  “Look at how beautiful you look with my marks on you. Everyone will know who you belong to, yeah?” 

“Of course. Only yours.” I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Before long he leads me to a karaoke bar. The sight of it puts a pep in my step; even though I’d rather be here with anyone else except Kigai, this is the most I’ve gotten out in months. I’ll take what I can get.

“A karaoke bar? How did you know?” I giggle, kissing his cheek as I slip into the assumed role.

“I know my babygirl.” He pauses to kiss me roughly outside the door before pulling me inside. He pays for the two of us before we’re taken to a private room where a few of his friends are waiting. “I hope you don’t mind, some of my buddies came to join us.”

“It’s okay.” I promise, even though seeing all of them makes my heart sink. “As long as they don’t bother me.”

“They’ve already been warned, babe, they’ve already been warned.” Kigai winks at me. Don’t test those waters after I’ve let you out. “Would you like to go first?”

“Yes, please.” 

Once again, the music distracts me from my own crumbling little world. Life seems full of more promise as the notes spill from my lips. 

“Hey, Takamaru! I’ve gotta take a piss. Keep an eye on my girl, okay? Make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.” Kigai chuckles and glances at me before he leaves. Don’t do anything stupid.

“Sure, man.” Takamaru doesn’t even look in Kigai’s direction. He’s too busy focusing on Shihito’s selection. “What the fuck, man?! You’ve sung homura three times already! Pick something new.”

“Shut up, Taka, it’s the only song I know.” Shihito huffs, pulling up the microphone again.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I go grab a snack?” I ask, wanting to get some fresh air without Kigai hovering over me. If he gets back before I do, I can always blame Takamaru. He never goes too hard on his buddies. 

“Sure, Ichi. Can you grab me a granola bar while you’re at it?” Takamaru tosses me a couple yen. 

“Sure thing.” I nod and head towards the vending machine on the balcony. 

I walk by a room where I hear such sweet sonorous notes I can’t help but glance into the window. Hizashi?! My feet stutter and I nearly trip. I have to keep walking. Kigai is liable to beat him up if he even sees he’s in the same building. If I were to stop and wave? Impossible. I force myself to keep walking until I make it to the machine. 

Once I’ve got a pack of crackers and Taka’s granola bar, I hang over the railing and take a deep breath. When did this all start? Why did I let myself get roped into this? I hate this… None of this is your fault, Little One. Kigai is a manipulator and a fiend. And his quirk makes it inanely difficult to give any sort of proof to the authorities of your predicament. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hizashi’s voice joins me on the balcony. I jump back as if stung and start backing away from him. His moves his hands from his pockets and holds them up in surrender. “Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I turn to look and make sure Kigai isn’t headed back to our karaoke room and then back to Hizashi. “You can’t be here.”

“Is he hurting you?” He asks me bluntly, eyes somehow fierce and kind all at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I choke out, starting to speed walk back into the building. This can’t be happening. Kigai’s going to kill him if he sees him anywhere near me! 

His hand grabs my wrist and I’m forced to pause and turn back to him.

“Is he hurting you, Ichijiku?” 

The first time I saw his gaze in the club, I nearly lost myself. Seeing it now, so intentional and worried…I feel I have no choice.

“Yes.” I hiss, eyes watering. “Yes, he hurts me. All the time. For big things, for little things. But I take it, okay?” Part of me is angry. Not even at Hizashi, just everything in general. Why the hell am I in this predicament? What did I do except love people and want them to love me back? It’s okay. You’re allowed to be angry. Especially at this situation. “I take it because Kigai says he’ll hurt my family if I don’t. Because they’ll die if I don’t suck it up like a good girl, alright? And he’s going to hurt you too, Hizashi. He’ll hurt you really bad if you so much as look at me. If you’re so much as seen with me.” I keep glancing back, waiting at any moment for Kigai to round the corner and exact his punishment. “So go! Leave me alone. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt for my sake…please.” I beg, finally yanking my hand free of his hold.

When I hear Kigai’s voice down the hall, I don’t look back. I rush back into the room just in time and hand Taka his granola bar. I start nibbling on my crackers so I can compose my face before he walks in. I smile at him and offer him a cracker.

“Oo, got me a snack, baby?” He takes the whole pack and leaves me the one. “Thanks.”

The rest of the evening, I’m too nervous to sing like I want to. I pick one or two songs to make sure Kigai’s off my scent, but mostly I watch him and his friends sing. In reality, I keep watching the door to make sure Hizashi doesn’t walk by.

By the time we get ready to leave, it’s dark. I assume that Hizsahi is long gone, because as we walk by his room on our way out, it’s empty and quiet. Thank you, Lord. He deserves a better lot in life than this. 

“Damn, Kigai, every time we go out for karaoke I forget just how shitty of a singer you are.” Taka teases as we give the desk lady her key back. 

“Hey, man! I’m not that bad. At least I can carry a tune.”

“Barely.” He snorts, before nudging Shihito. “And this fucker only has one song he can sing!” 

The ribbing continues as we walk out the door. I keep my eyes down and my arm wrapped around Kigai’s until a group of voices convene on us and someone suddenly pulls me out of Kigai’s grasp.

“Police! Get on the ground, now!” Someone barks out, and my brain struggles to keep up.

Kigai and his pals look shocked to say the least. Kigai is the only one who tries to struggle, of course. “Get the fuck off me! Let my girl go! Babygirl, tell these fuckers to get off me!” 

“Don’t hurt him!” I call out, aching heart bleeding for him even in spite of all the bruises he’s left on my heart and my body.

“Get on the ground.” The cop repeats, needing two more officers to help bring Kigai down to the ground. “Sir, you’re under arrest.”

The world around me sways. My breath gets shaky and I start crying as I beg them to leave him alone. What am I doing?! I want them to take him but… He’s a manipulator. He’s made you afraid and obligated to him. I want him out of my life. I don’t ever want to see him again. My pleas ultimately die down as my sobs get louder. 

The weather is colder in the darkness. My body starts shaking and I start swaying.

“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll get it taken care of. You’re safe now.” The woman holding me rubs my shoulders and starts looking around. “Can one of you grab a jacket for–”

“I’ve got it taken care of.” Hizashi’s voice melts into my eardrums as the police get Kigai into the back of their cruiser. I wrap my arms around myself and then he’s got something warm and soft wrapped around my shoulders. “Here. Take my jacket.”

I turn to Hizashi and then back to the police cruiser. I look at the woman.

“Excuse me, Officer?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Th–That man…Kigai…he…he said he’d hurt my family if I ever turned him in. Are they–”

“This young man here told us the story. We’ve got a unit at their house.” She assures me, rubbing my shoulder. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, honey. We’ve got it all covered. We’ve been trying to find definitive evidence to put this guy away for years.”

I look at her, disbelieving. “H=How did you find any evidence?”

The officer looks at the cruiser as Kigai is hauled off, before she looks at Hizashi with a smile and then back to me. “Your friend here said that he recorded your conversation in the karaoke place. He said he’d previously met you and was suspicious of the situation.”

“I hadn’t seen you in months. I was scared I was too late to do anything, so when I saw you…” He pauses. “I started recording on my phone before I walked over to talk to you. I was hoping that maybe if I was blunt enough…you might tell me what was going on.” Hizashi admits sheepishly. “So we left as soon as I got the evidence just in case your group was planning on leaving soon.”

For a long time, I just stare at him. I memorize everything I can about him. The way his hair frames his face and the small, pampered mustache making his smile pop out on his face. Then there’s his eyes.

One look and my body works without my permission. I wrap my arms around him, tackling him into a hug and feeling three years of pain and grief claw out of my chest and manifest as sobs.

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I hold his back in a death grip, and I feel him pat my back delicately. 

“I couldn’t sit by and watch you get hurt without doing anything.”

“Ma’am, would you like me to walk you to your home?” The officer asks me, also reaching over to rub my shoulder.

“I don’t have anywhere to go right now.” I admit with a sniffle. “But if you can go with me to grab my stuff from Kigai’s, that would be great.” I turn to Hizashi. “Will you come with us? Please?”

“Of course. I won’t leave you alone right now. That a problem with you, Officer?” 

“Not at all.” She assures.

When we make it to Kigai’s house, there’s blue and red lights flashing there too. Hizashi steps with me inside as the officer gets debriefed on other things found out about Kigai’s dastardly affairs. “It’s just down this hall.” I assure him.

Going back into Kigai’s room sends a cold chill down my spine. You’re mine, whore. You belong to me, understand? I pull Hizashi’s jacket tighter around me, before steeling my nerves and grabbing my bag and stuffing it.

“Anything you need me to grab?” Hizashi asks as he looks around.

“No. I don’t have much.” I toss in my phone and charger, a few changes of clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, and a few other necessities. “I think that’s all.” I say once I’ve got everything together. When at last I turn to him and meet his gaze, I’m expecting to hear foul words stabbing into my brain.

He is not Kigai, Little One. It’s going to be okay. 

My nose quivers as I look at him. “He’s really gone.”

“He won’t hurt you anymore, Ichijiku.” Hizashi nods. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

I don’t have to be afraid.

Continue Reading -> Ch. 2

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1st Day Broken Boy Eren x Reader

" Drink Drink Drink Drink" The crowd cheers as you three swallow shots like water. Your balance completely thrown off falling into Armin arms.

" Yo Eren You good!" Armin shouts with you in his arms. You couldn't really tell what was going on. You continued to dance with everyone in the group setting leaving no one out but Eren and Annie.

" Come on loser why are you so far!" You shout at them as they danced farther from the group. You was still high and daisied. You grab Eren's arm it suddenly being yanked away from you. You turn back to see Annie holding him in her grip

" Bitch he's not gonna dance with you." She says stone cold. You were to blazed to give her a reaction. All you could do was look at Eren who seems just as high. You start to laugh at him as he laughs back both of you high as hell. You walk back to the group leaving them in the distant. It was already 1am and you all had class tomorrow.

" We should get going. I'll ride with Sasha since she's in my building, Jean you Connie take the girls back. We'll bring them their keys at class tomorrow" Armin shouts. You were to high to remember the remaining night but you somehow woke up in your bed the following morning . It was 7am when your alarm went off, your head killing you. What the hell happened last night you thought rubbing your forehead before going to get ready. After about a hour you was completely dressed already 8am. Your 1st class was at 9am building 3 Mr. smith and you last class ended at 3pm professor Hannes. That name struck a nerve. You had walked out your room and into the living room. You assumed Eren was still sleep. Was it okay to wake him, you thought imaging all the annoying things he could say.

" He'll get over it." You mumble shaking your head walking towards his room door when you the dorm door opens behind you.

" Eren!" You shout in shock.

" What are you doing?" He ask closing the door.

" I thought you was sleep. I was gonna wake you." You respond as he walks past you wearing the same club clothing

" AH I was out last night you missed me." he smiles peeping his head through the door shirtless. You smile annoyed at his cocky response.

" I slept like a baby." You respond Walking to the kitchen for a quick snack.

" Don't leave without me! You have Mr. Smith biology. We have the same class!" He shouts as the shower starts. You ignore what he says, chowing down your cereal. 30 minutes passed and you're scrolling through your phone on Instagram you find Connie's page then everyone's else and you decided to follow. When Eren finally comes out. HIs hair dripping wet on his shirt.

" Get up we're gonna be late " He shouts pushing you out the door. You both sprint to class and make it 5 minutes before the bell. Upon entering the room was filled with students not any you recognized.

" No one else takes this course?" You ask following Eren to his seat and sitting next to him.

" Nope just me and now you." He sighs pulling out a note book. The teacher walks in. He looks to be in his mid 30s, blond hair blue eyes about 6ft 3inch, demanding homework and proceeding to introduce you to the class. You stand up as people whistle at you.

"MY name is y/n pleasure to meet you all!" You shout before sitting down. Eren looks at you his hand holding up his head. Not saying anything He gives you a copy of the current lesson syllabus.

" copy that It'll help you understand most stuff." He whispers to you.

" Thanks." You respond. After reading three chapters of the human brain and three hours later class was over.

" I don't think I understood a single thing." You sigh sinking into you chair. Eren looks at you helplessly gathering his things.

" Wow you really are prettier in person." A boy says as his group of males followed.

" HUH? " You ask confused you had never seen the boy or his friends before.

" Oh we know Connie he Posted you on his feed last night at some party. You looked amazing even now" The boy blushed holding his phone out.

"Thank you. " you chuckled nervously. Eren stood up ignoring the crowd that formed around.

" Can I have your number." The boys asked. You chuckled overwhelmed and irritated.

" Sorry but you're making my boyfriend uncomfortable" You gave a forceful smile pointing at Eren next to you. The boys apologized to you and Eren before leaving.

" You're not funny" He chuckles side eyeing you.

" Yeah Yeah see you at home!" You shout running out the classroom and rushing to the cafeteria before your last class in a hour.

" Y/N over here!" Jean shouts sitting with Armin and Connie.

" How you feeling?" Armin aske closing his math book.

" You were out off it." Jean laughs showing you pictures from last night.

" I don't even remember how I got home" you squinched your nose, scratching your head, placing your bag beside you.

" Oh I think Eren took you to bed. When we go to your room he answered it." Connie mumbles posting pictures on his feed.

You didn't say anything, but it made no sense since he wasn't there this morning. He must of left out again. you thought. The bell had rang and it was time for your last class of the day with whom you shared with Mikasa, Historia and Armin.

" Y/N over here" Armin waved signaling you a seat by him and Mikasa.

" How you feeling ?" Mikasa  ask. You shoved your shoulders.

" Having two classes a day was great but they were so long." You whimper.

" Tell me about it. " They agreed.

professor Hannes was the physics teacher, she was a beautiful older women, she had long brown hair and black glasses. She passed out all the notes and homework granting you a due date for the make up work on the current lesson. Armin allowed you to copy all his notes during class so you could review later. When the bell finally rang Connie insisted on going back to his dorm for a movie night. You wanted to go but you had some much to catch up on you couldn't. When you got to your dorm you could already hear giggles at your front door. Annoyed you shut you eyes fully prepared. When you opened Annie was in the kitchen gathering snacks to take back to Eren's room. You Ignored her presence, but her glaze was chilling cold.

" You're still here!' She shouts at you.

" Bitch I am tired and don't feel like dealing with your sorry ass today." You giggle throwing your hands at her not even looking at her.

" You want me to believe your just his roommate. How many times have your tried to fuck my boyfriend." She says  approaching you moving closer to your face. You burst out with laughter trying to spare her feelings.

" If I was fucking him you would know."  You respond continuing to laugh at how insane she sounded. You turned your back to enter your room, being pulled down to the floor by your hair. She pounces on top of you catching you off guard with ever blow. You knee her in the crouch causing her to jump in pain. You hoped off the floor and begin throwing punches knocking her to the ground. With all the commotion Eren runs out his room. Pulling you off Annie who's now bleeding through her mouth and nose.

" What the hell is wrong with yall!" He shouts looking at you and then her.

"Get your bitch! Before I do" You shout at him entering your room door and slamming the door behind. Your blood was hot you wanted to go back and beat his ass too. You decided to run a cold shower. After your shower you noticed a cut above your eyebrow.

" That crazy bitch." You mumbled. You made your way out your room and into the kitchen looking for food. It had appeared she had left and the rooms were quiet.

" I ordered a pizza. " Eren whispers behind you leaning against the wall.

" Good for you." you smile not caring. He grabs  your arm turning you around.

" You have a cut." He touches your eyebrow.

" Yeah from your bitch!" You shout slapping his hand away from your face.

" look I'm sorry I didn't think she would attack you." He sighs annoyed.

" Fuck you both!" You shout returning to your room. You didn't care who fault it was. You was filled with anger when you heard a knock on your room door.

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TO READ AHEAD MORE CHAPTER ON WATTTPAD STORY TITLE "BROKEN BOY EREN X READER @nowstreaming01

[ali-annals]

The Meeting, Pt. 2

M (mild smut) | Marinette runs into Jason. | 1.1k

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Marinette closed the window silently and dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch. She waited for any sign that her escape had been noticed, but all was silent.

A minute later, she continued her journey, escaping with practiced ease. Hopefully no one would notice she was gone until she was too far away for them to chase her down and bring her back. She’d made excuses that she was not to be disturbed while she designed over the weekend, which should buy her plenty of time. Everyone knew not to interrupt when she was in one of those moods, lest the inspiration flee.

If all went well, she could return and beg for forgiveness. The permission had been very clearly withheld, but she knew there was no other way for this to work.

~~~~~

Shanghai was extremely different from Paris, and Marinette looked in awe at the busy streets and foreign atmosphere.

Her mother was from Shanghai and apparently had some family here, but they always came to Paris to visit; Marinette and her parents never went out of Europe. They barely left France and Italy, never mind the continent.

Luckily, Sabine had made sure she knew Mandarin, which helped her as she navigated the streets, so different to Paris’s.

After a few days of research and reconnaissance, she found exactly what she was looking for.

…and apparently, it was not what she was looking for, being a base for one of the people she had been hoping to avoid.

Where was the Dragon’s headquarters?

A few more days of digging revealed that the Dragon was currently in Hong Kong. With a sigh, Marinette headed off to Hong Kong. This unforeseen delay better not give any pursuers a chance to track her down and intercept her, she thought grumpily.

Yet another day of recon showed her the Dragon’s actual quarters, and Marinette slid down the tree, melancholy.

She returned to her hotel room and mapped out her next moves. Once everything was sufficiently planned, she dressed up, did her makeup, and headed off to a club. She was going to enjoy tonight and nothing was going to get in her way.

The club she attended was busy, lights flashing, the bass of the music resonating in her heartbeat, and plenty of illegally attractive people dancing and socialising around her.

Once she downed a couple shots, she headed onto the dancefloor. A group of girls, also European tourists, she noticed, joined her for a bit, all of them half-drunk and very bubbly.

One girl, she believed her name was Janessa, pointed out a guy on the outskirts of the floor. “He’s been watching you for a while,” Janessa giggled.

“Should I go for it?” Marinette asked her new friends.

They cheered and encouraged her wildly, pushing her towards the guy with calls of support.

Tripping up to him –literally, her heel was stepped on by some passer-by– she grinned flirtily as he caught her.

“Hey, beautiful.”

He blinked at her but grinned back, his hand warm on her back. “Hey, yourself.”

“My friends said you were watching me,” she giggled.

“Couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he agreed. “I’m Jason.”

“Marinette. Now that we’re introduced, want to dance?”

She tugged him easily onto the dancefloor, passing the girls’ cheers again and waving victoriously.

~~~~~

The door to her hotel room burst open, their bodies colliding against the wall as they eagerly undressed each other.

Marinette tossed his shirt carelessly on a chair and felt herself salivating at his physique. Was a great dancer, smooth talker, gentleman, and had an amazing voice and face,  and was more than in shape?

Did I die earlier than I thought?  She wondered.

She pulled her heeled boots off and pushed him onto the bed, climbing over him in nothing but her lingerie.

“This is only tonight, okay?”

He nodded.

She returned to kissing him passionately, grinding on his thigh as he ran his fingers teasingly up and down her body. The little hairs stood up as he skimmed her skin, his calloused fingers sending pleasant shivers up her spine.

He unhooked her bra and tossed it off the bed, his thumbs circling her nipples, which hardened in the cool air under his stimulus.

She yanked his belt from around his waist with a snap and unbuttoned his pants, stroking him lightly over his underwear.

He leaned up to press wet kisses to her neck and chest, one hand dropping to stroke her through her panties.

“You’re soaked,” his voice was so deep with a rasp that made her clench impatiently.

“Hard not to be,” she murmured, taking his earlobe between her teeth. “What are you going to do about it?”

His hands settled on her hips and he flipped them easily, sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them after her bra and his pants.

Jason kissed his way up her legs, settling between them with a dark grin. With a wink at her flushed face, he set in enthusiastically, slurping at her juices hungrily.

Her thighs tightened around him, her hand flying to grip his hair tightly as he expertly licked at her core, following her wordless instructions.

She came with a cry, shaking and flushed.

~~~~~

Jason woke to a text from Talia.

He glanced over at Marinette, still sound asleep on the pillow beside him, her arm thrown over his chest, and unlocked his phone.

T: I need your eyes on Lady Bug. Her alias is Marinette Nieri, last seen here in HK. If you find her, please bring her to me immediately. She is likely armed and a challenging capture.

Jason looked at the text again, then down at Marinette.

Shocked blue eyes looked back up at him, a hint of betrayal mixed in with surprise and…resignation?

Yanking the sheet from under him, she wrapped it around herself and fled the room.

~~~~~

She was glad she had kept it mostly bare of identifying or personal effects, leaving most of her luggage at her second room she had rented for a fortnight.

She would miss her favourite dagger, though; her nonna had given it to her on her 18th birthday.

But if the man in her bed was the Red Hood –she couldn’t believe she had slept with the Dragon’s right hand, her family was going to kill her -oh wait, he’d get to her before them– she couldn’t afford to stay for sentimental weapons. She had plenty more at her current base that would hopefully allow her to evade the Red Hood for long enough that she could complete her goal.

[oceanicxeyes]

Walter knew better than to ask when Gabriel just walked passed him with a chair – although he had his own theories regarding that – but for now, he would not say a thing. It was getting late and he needed to change and leave for work. Was he anxious about leaving someone he just met all alone in his apartment? Anxious was not the word. Not like he had that many valuables to be stolen or anything –but he was concerned. Not for his own place. Not like he believed Gabriel would accidentally set the place on fire while trying to make an omelet or something… but mostly concerned about Gabriel. Would he be ok? Would he need anything? How would he feel with a roof on his head and a bed to sleep at night? Chances were he was going to pass out and rest. Heavens only knew how much rest Gabriel would need after how long many days he had spent without a proper, secure place to lay his head.

“Alright – I’m off!” Having changed his shirt and casting a glance to the bathroom door that was definitely locked with lock and chair, Walter scratched the back of his neck in a boyish manner, not really knowing how he should say goodbye. Sleep well? See you later? Goodbye? How was he going to just tell Gabriel that he was leaving in a friendly way that didn’t appear rush or detached? Maybe he was just thinking too much. Just say a damn goodbye and leave because he needed to go to work and the longer he stayed behind, the later he would be. “I hope you have a good sleep. See you when I’m back, Gabriel.” That worked right? That was a good goodbye and see you later. Not that the other man would probably be aware considering he was in the bathroom. Soon the sound of the shower would drown every other sound. What if he fell asleep on the shower over how tired he was? NOPE. He needed to go to work. Enough of this dilly-dallying. The club was as Walter expected: Crowded. Drinks were being served left, right and center as the neon lights moved around in a silent dance to accompany the techno-trance songs blasting through the speakers. On occasion, Walter paused to check his phone – to see whether or not Gabriel had texted him. He couldn’t text first since he had never asked for the man’s number… so he needed to wait. If he didn’t text, it was a good thing, right? It meant that he was sound asleep and finally getting some rest. But was he resting? Was he ok? Walter glanced at his phone again. It was past 2am and still no new messages. Yeah – Gabriel was probably asleep and finally getting the rest he needed. Just a few more hours before returning home and checking in on him. For now – more drinks! More cocktails and smiling clients that dropped the occasional flirty line that Walter smiled politely upon and moved on. No news were good news. It meant that Gabriel was definitely asleep. That was good. No need to be worried. No need to be anxious. He was ok. He was definitely ok. Nothing to worry about. It was after three am when his phone buzzed on his back pocket. Who on earth would text him at that time? What if something happened to Gabriel? Tossing the rag he was using to clean cups over his shoulder, Walter quickly reached for his back pocket to check his phone – a message from a number he did not recognize blinking on his screen. Was that Gabriel? What the hell was he doing texting him at 3am? Shouldn’t he be asleep? Did something happen? Was he ok? So many questions coming to Walter’s mind that he barely registered the speed of his fingers over the screen – texting Gabriel as fast as humanly possible. Maybe he couldn’t sleep because it was a new place for him? Shit – he should have considered that option. Maybe he should have made Gabriel some chamomile tea to help him relax before leaving.

[ TXT MSG ]: 3: 22 am Is everything ok? Do you need anything?

[ TXT MSG ]: 3:23AM Work is work. People asking for shots. Half of them drunk. Fun, right?

With clean items in hand, eyes cast to the fish tank;"Okay, so feed him now then, great I can do that." Without thinking about it, the items are set down and he walks over, ascertaining for absolute certain that Bubbleton was even awake. Common sense eluded the drifter between the lateness of the night and his own body clock. Once the fish looked to be 'awake', there's an outward not to himself internally and he's looking around the stand the fish tank is on for the fish food, maybe it had a cabinet that opened- he didn't know. Either on his own or with Walter's help the fish food would be found, and with a little hesitance, fed the fish. He still thought batman was a better name with the black and yellow ensemble, but it wasn't his.

"Ok, scratch that off the list." Hands wipe across the outer legs to remove any excess fish crumbs and then grabbed his things again. Meanwhile his roommate is running back to the bedroom to fetch a charger. "Oh sweet, that mean you got an iPhone then?? Cause if you do we can just text normally and you won't have to download the app. Just need to be on wifi, or well- I do." Politely, it's gestured to put the things on the chair, naturally he wasn't about to take the notepad and the charger into the bathroom. the joke gets less of a reaction, but a small smile lifts, it's evident he needed to shower and rest- his capacity for jokes was .. shrinking.

The instructions were.. complicated even in the simplicity. The ability to think clearly was an alarm bell he needed to stop stalling and get into the shower. "Got it." He didn't. Before feet can carry him away, Walter seems to pick up on his discomfort. Again, he swears this man has done this before- how could it be known? Was it that easy to read? Perhaps he was, this day had been one of the worst. "Right, okay. I can't promise, but I will try. Ta." An Australian thank you, he doesn't think about it- just replies and walks into.. the kitchen. Grabbing a chair, it's hoisted up above the hip and carried into the bathroom. The sheer audacity of the fact he was taking a chair into the small bathroom probably had to be one of the weirdest things his new friend likely ever saw, but it was about safety for the drifter, and the lock.. wasn't really enough for him.

The bathroom door closes and a click sounds, then the scraping of wooded chair legs as it's braced under the handle for security.. then the running water sounds. Assumption is had that Walter would do what they needed, not hang around and leave for work- not that he felt safe, the wonderment of what the other man was up too left the conscious mind. Autopilot engage, the clothes are stripped straight to the floor, and he gets into a hot shower. There's an audible sigh of relief, and emotion. Clean water pelted the face and the body, it's almost too surreal. Huge sighs, repetitive, the warmth a type of figurative blanket to finally be clean. Necessity restored, thus didn't come out for a full hour. It felt so comfortable.

Eventually, he feels clean, and carefully steps out enough to grab his towel and not get water all over the floor. Still, lots of sighing, the mirror was steamed, regardless if the bathroom had a ventilation system or not. He dries thoroughly to his usual, very specific preference, then puts on the clothing, it's not a perfect fit, but it gets the job done. Gabriel had lost quite a bit of weight over the months of being on the street, and so he's cinching the waistband to fit better. Once dressed, he's looking for the green toothbrush.."Green.. green.."

A really long time later..

Gabriel removes the chair and unlocks the door, peeking out to see if anyone was there, namely someone not Walter. He's listening, but there's nothing. It's uncomfortable to be in a unknown space in the dark, so he's felling around for light switches until he's comfortable and can see his space clearly and also to comfort a fearful mind that someone was hiding in the corner or broken in. The front door is checked, locked. If windows hadn't had their curtains or Venetian blinds closed, he'd take the opportunity to close everything or at the very least confirm. After confirmation, he'd slide onto the couch, figure out the tv and put something on and snuggle under clean, fresh linen sheets. Pure bliss, it's not even remembered what he put on, just that the volume was low enough it wouldn't disturb him and black out.

Feet are carrying him into the kitchen where the stove light was on, it's still dark outside but he's in front of the microwave making popcorn, tv rolling in the living room. While waiting for the bag, movement is in peripherals and he goes to look. What normally would be a wall was a glass sliding door that was closed. Across the way was a small field or park with fallen leaves all over the ground and a familiar woman hunched over in active wear clothing, a ponytail and a ball cap. He's bent over, hands on her knees when she looks up. She looks.. angry, very angry. That's Timothy's mom. Goosebumps rise on the arms, and he's scurrying out of view, her frame bolt and another woman appears, a friend or family member and they a yelling, throwing accusations and banging on the glass. As he bolts out of view, there's.. more sliding glass doors? The living room was suddenly much bigger with obscenely large sliding glass doors on both sides. The curtains were open, allowing his frightened frame to be seen as the angry women followed him and banged on the glass, hot breath leaving fog on the glass. Panicked, he's closing the curtains to try to regain some privacy, but everywhere he'd turn, they'd be there banging and scowling at him.

The popcorn is abandoned at one point or another, and the banging grew louder, and louder, and the repetitions increased. Were more people outside? Voices screaming on top of each other, calling him a murderer. The situation quickly grew out of control and Gabriel felt his safety was in jeopardy. Even worse, the yelling grew into moaning, guttural yelling and weird raspy noises still managing to accuse him of crime. The glass was beginning to crack, the weight of whoever or whatever was outside was caving to the pressure.

Gabriel books it to the bedroom and closes the door, panicked that the tv was still on creating noise but too afraid to go out there and shut it off with the cracking of glass so loud in his ears. He's trying to open his phone, he's trying to reach Walter to tell him to come back, people were trying to break in but Whatsapp wouldn't open. Desperate tapping, won't open.. won't open. He's on the verge of a panic attack.

Shatter!

"Where's my son!?"

The screaming parent's voice echoed down the hall where a small door was his only protection as droves of footsteps poured in...

Gabriel jolted awake with his heartbeat in his ears. Sitting up in a hurry, breath is caught in the throat and he's panicked, the chest is tight- where was he? Was this really happening? No. It was a nightmare. Checking the time he sees it's a little after 3 in the morning. Uncomfortable, he grips the sheet he'd slept with but ti doesn't make him feel secure. Gabriel debates it, and eventually caves for the need for security and goes into his friend's room and takes their blanket. It's dragged back out onto the couch, where he swaddles himself into it, and then checks in over the phone.

[TX MSG:] 3:18 am

hey hows work going?

[glamphantasm]

Prompt 7

MC accidentally touches a book in Satan’s room that casts an illusion over them both that shows MC’s greatest dreams coming true. What are they, how does MC react, can MC get out?

(because I'm a massive d&d nerd, i changed the book up. 1d10 scenes/moments relating to what would be MC's best life/greatest dream. can be activated 1x/day, if it was truly an item in a tabletop game, i'd probably put it as like a DC18 wisdom save.)

Kai shot awake in a bed that was not his own, heart galloping in his chest as he muffled a yelp of terror into the pillow. Eyes wide, he scrambled into a sitting position, trying not to hyperventilate.

(i can feel silk against my legs. i can see a partially open closet. i can smell - )

The process was interrupted as a figure appeared by the divider, dressed casually and holding a cup.

(i can smell coffee)

"Hey, you're awake. Welcome back.", the voice was strangely gentle, lacking its usual brassy bravado. Mammon offered the cup. "Thought you could use this."

Kai offered a hint of a smile as he tried to piece together his fuzzy mind. He cupped the mug in both hands, the porcelain hot enough to burn his palms as he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before taking a long drink. The liquid seared a path down his throat, heat pooling in his stomach. The coffee was bitter, but not overly-so.

"Thanks, Mammon." Kai looked up at the demon through his lashes, taking stock of the situation. "Did...?"

A rapid shake of his head made Kai laugh softly. "N-no, no. I slept on the couch.", he stammered, blushing.

"You didn't have to."

A gentle scoff. "You made that pretty clear."

Another sip of coffee. "Next time you can believe me.", he raised his eyes, waiting for the reaction.

Mammon's mouth worked soundlessly, opening and closing a few times. Kai put the cup down, rubbing his heated palms over his face. As he pulled them away, he was surprised to see no trace of the heavy makeup he wore last night staining the skin. "Thank you. For not making me go back -", Kai's throat closed, refusing to utter the word home. "There."

"Y-yeah, ya seemed pretty stubborn about it. I dunno what's goin' on, but uh, you can always hang out. Or whatever."

Kai relaxed back against the headboard, nodding. "Okay. What time is it anyways?", with no windows in the room, it was always impossible to even guess.

"Almost 3. Humans need a lot of sleep, huh?"

"After a long night we do. Last thing I remember was...

(swirling projected lights, music loud enough to vibrate bones, dancing between the brothers sandwiched tightly, smoke and glitter caught on the air, hope, elation, want, desire, need)

the three of us dancing together."

Mammon nodded. "Yeah. We, all... we left a bit after that.", averted eyes, deeply flushed cheeks.

"So what did happen?", Kai brushed his fingers along Mammon's arm. He didn't flinch away, but didn't get closer. Net zero, no damage done.

Mammon looked down, words tumbling out quickly, in a single breath. "So, we got out to the car. You were all over both of us pretty fast. Ju- just like in the club, you were between us. You started talking, not like dirty talk or nothin', but you kept saying how much you missed that, missed us, begged us not to stop, and then after a few minutes broke down crying, saying somethin' like it didn't matter?", he shrugged, confused. "You sobbed the rest of the way home, and that kinda was that. We got you here, got you changed, and in to bed. I sat up with you for a while, you know, to make sure you didn't die or nothin', but you passed out pretty fast."

"Ah.", Kai stared down at his hands, pulse skyrocketing. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I need to apologize to Asmo too... really didn't mean to get sloppy last night. It just...," he broke off, sighing. "Fuck."

A long stretch of silence was broken only by the muffled sounds of the TV on the other side of the wall.

Mammon took Kai's hand in his own, squeezing it gently in lieu of a response.

"You know I wouldn't have been upset if everything had continued, right?"

The grip tightened, became almost painful. "We ain't been demons that long."

Kai made a sound intended to be a laugh, that came out entirely too choked. "LOT of demons in the human realm older than you then."

He was pulled into a tight embrace and simply held, wordlessly.

Kai slowly wrapped an arm around Mammon, leaning in to the hug. The silence this time was comfortable as it stretched. Kai pressed his forehead into Mammon's shoulder, grounding himself a bit more, waiting for the uneasy tremors to fade. There was a familiar buzz on the nearby table, and he flinched away from it with a groan.

"D'ya want me to get that?"

"No. Yes. No. Who is it?" Kai disentangled himself from the demon, reaching again for the coffee.

Mammon picked up the DDD, looking at the missed messages. "That one was Satan, says to stop by an' see him today. And... four from Solomon since about 10 this morning.", the demon's eyes grew wide as he skimmed over them. "Jeez, he think he owns you or what? Wait, who's Vyleon?"

Kai made a face over the rim of the cup. "Vyleon is the incubus who I assume is one of Solomon's 9000 pacts that he decided to send to the club last night to tell me to come home when I ignored his messages."

Mammon whistled low, "Yer shittin' me."

Kai shook his head. "Wish I was. Almost worked too."

"What stopped you?"

"Couple things - It was a big night for Asmo and I didn't want to vanish on him, and when Vyleon referred to the two of you as 'The Angels'. The disrespect pissed me off."

Mammon quirked an eyebrow in faint surprise. "Yer so loyal already." Kai gave a good-natured grumble as his hair was ruffled. "How come?"

The human lowered his eyes. "Same thing I said the other day. You're all like family to me. Know it sounds dumb, but," he paused, voice barely audible. "This is the only place I've ever felt at home."

"You really would stay forever, huh?"

Kai bit the inside of his cheek hard, nodding, not trusting his voice.

"Would be pretty great. Too bad you can't just..."

Kai shook his head. "Not allowed, for some stupid reason. Besides, Simeon & Luke are in the guest room."

Mammon sighed, flopping down across the foot of the bed.

"So, aside from you and Asmo, does anyone else know I'm here?"

"Not that I've heard. Wouldn't be surprised if someone saw us all come in though."

Kai nodded. It wouldn't be a surprise, somehow every moment in the house made the rounds. Grabbing his DDD, he tapped out a quick message: "Asmo, I'm so sorry for the way I ended up last night. Hope that I didn't wreck anything. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."

The reply came quickly. "I'm not upset, nothing happened? You do need to take it easy though, darling~ visiting your housemate, talk later."

(that can be unpacked later)

After a quick shower and borrowing a clean shirt from Mammon,

("Yer swimmin' in that, but I got nothin' smaller.")

Kai texted Satan back.

"On my way, 20 minutes?"

That long? You're literally down the hall.

Well shit.

"Fine. Five."

I've waited this long. What's a bit longer?

Kai wandered over to Satan's door after a few minutes, knocking lightly.

The door cracked open, and the demon within gave a half-scowl before stepping aside with a gesture.

The biggest change was the lack of books piled along the floors, though the stacks of floor to ceiling shelves were nearly filled to bursting.

(look impressed, you haven't seen this, remember)

Kai gave the room a long appraising look, giving a soft smile. "This is fantastic. If you need more shelf room, I bet you could get a loft alcove up there." Kai pointed up towards a window in a high corner, where he knew that one day a very secluded nook would be.

"That's not a bad idea." Satan held himself tightly wound, arms crossed over his chest.

Kai offered a slight smile. "So, you needed your Attendant?"

"When did you start spending the night?"

Ah, direct as always. "Just last night. Got a bit too drunk at the Fall, they wanted to keep an eye on me."

Bright green eyes narrowed, pupils dilating like a cat's. Kai shrugged.

"You're kind of a wreck."

"Already said I drank too much."

"No. Not that. I mean in general." Satan sat down on an overstuffed wing back chair, crossing his long legs at the ankles.

Kai shrugged, giving another chair a glance, raising an eyebrow curiously. At a nod, he sat down, tucking one leg beneath himself. "Yes, and? I feel like there's more to that statement?"

Satan tapped his fingertips on the arm of the chair, frowning. "There was. I wasn't expecting you to agree."

"What am I going to do? Lie? I'm fucked up. I know that. No reason to hide it when it's obvious.", the human shifted in the chair, getting a bit more comfortable. This had the feel of A Discussion.

Wrath fixed him with a level stare. Kai stared back, refusing to look away first.

(don't flinch, don't look away, this is just a test, you've seen it play out a hundred times, don't fail, don't blink)

"So, did you just want me here to ask me indirectly if I'm fucking your brothers?"

A curl of the lip, almost a sneer twisted the demon's features, he glanced away.

(good job. you didn't break first)

"I'm not. For what it's worth. Yet, anyway."

"Surprising. How'd you manage that?"

"I'm my own worst enemy, and they're still a bit too holy to take advantage when I'm too far gone to know my own name."

Satan coughed, covering a surprised laugh.

"Really? I didn't think that would matter."

"Turns out the human here is worse than at least two of the Lords of the Devildom."

A look of morbid curiosity. "Hard to pin a moral judgment on the one making the offer."

"Precisely."

A short "hm" was the only response.

Kai waited a few moments. "Did you need anything else?"

"No. You confuse me."

It was the human's turn to look baffled. "I'm an open book."

(liar)

"Sometimes. But you tend to insinuate more than you say, and act as though we should understand whatever subtext you imply. The strangest part of it all though?", Satan leaned forward, features darkening. "For whatever reason, sometimes for just a split second, I understand exactly what you mean, but it's like trying to hold on to smoke. Why?"

Kai shrugged. "I can't begin to guess, really. Maybe somehow we are both on the same wavelength?"

The answer was met with a skeptical noise, and rolled eyes.

"You can go. This is pointless."

Nodding at the dismissal, Kai stood, turning towards the door.

"Hand me the book on the top stack to your left before you go."

The human shrugged, nodding as he picked up a heavy leather volume, intending to further irritate Satan by tossing it in his direction.

Two things happened at once.

A sudden alarmed exclamation, "Not that one!"

The room felt as though it twisted on its axis, Kai somehow standing in his own memory, a flash.

The guest room. As it used to, or would someday look. Kai saw himself sitting on the edge of the bed, a younger-seeming self, hair still dark and a single color, ears still blunt and human in appearance, with no bruises at his throat. He cradled his arm close to his chest as Mammon teased him about being accident prone, which was met with a shrug and a sheepish smile. He waited as Mammon and Beelzebub argued quietly about the best way to bandage a human's wrist.

Another shift..

The rhythmic clicking of a train. Deep burnished wood paneling appears as a hazy spectre of a woman comes into view, her voice distant and sad. "...know that one day in the future, he will lose all trust he has placed in you."

A flash.

Solomon's voice in the dark, "You have to act now, before it is too late. Listen carefully, if you want to live, you have to do this! This is the only way - hold this dagger as tight as you can, and thrust it deep into..." "This is the only way to stop it - you have to do this" A sob, and the vision shifts, dagger now pressed to his own chest, knuckles white around the handle, a trickle of blood staining the shirt as a mote of pain flares.

A shimmer.

The cafe of a large bookshop in the human world, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Satan, both heads bent over a large book. The conversation is lively, a friendly debate.

"Do you believe the sacrifice was one of love, anger, or sadness?"

"Does it have to be one exclusively? It seems so much more complex than.. "

A shift.

Luke and Barbatos in the kitchens of Purgatory Hall, chatting quietly as the demon showed the young angel a trick with pastry. There was a moment of delight as Luke mimicked the movement, nearly nailing the results perfectly. Kai paused to watch, on his way elsewhere in the building, smiling, happy.

A flash.

Lucifer's study, a fire roaring in the hearth. The demon himself looming larger than life, a predatory grin stretching across his face as an aura of power rippled around him, pressing the human's back to the wall. "Now listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I will not belong to you, you will belong to me." Lucifer stepped closer, the tip of one wing curving to trace along Kai's cheek. "Do you still want to make that pact with me?" The only answer was a soft moan, as trembling fingers wrapped tightly into starched lapels, the human surged up, pulling Lucifer into a deep kiss. A flare of blue violet light tinted the vision before the images dissolved.

A shimmer. A large guest room at the castle. The brothers, plus the Future King engaged in a raucous pillow fight, dividing in to teams and egging each other on, the competition dissolving into a feathery tableau. Laughter. Joy. Camaraderie.

The visions cleared, leaving only one lingering reminder, Solomon's voice once again, "Be careful Kai. Remember, you're less powerful now withou -"

The book hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Satan stared coldly at the human, a low growl echoing from his chest as his tail flicked with irritation.

Kai leaned heavily against the table, feeling as though the thoughts had been forcibly torn from his mind, trying to catch his breath before turning to face the demon sitting before him.

They spoke in unison.

"How are those your deepest wishes?"

"Why would you? Those are my memories."

It felt like time stopped as the two untangled each other's words.

"How can they be memories? That's ridiculous. None of that has ever happened." "No. N-not y...", Kai felt his throat close. "What?", the demon snapped "Did you say?"

The human let out an involuntary sound as he was pushed roughly back against the nearest shelves, bones rattling with the impact. As he began to curl in on himself, he felt a now-clawed hand snaking around his throat, in a near-perfect overlay of the damage already there. "S-stay.", the word was barely a croak, with no strength behind it. (looks like this is it, you aren't meant to last, no matter where, there's no way that will work....)

The fingers twitched at his throat, before falling away. Kai looked up into eyes he was unfamiliar with, pools of inky black with only the slightest pinpoint of vibrant green. "Leave.", the demon gritted out, the sound an unnatural rasp.

Kai scrambled away, unwilling to wait for so much as a second word. He fled, the sound of destruction behind him.

[five-miles-over]

Yandere!Arthur Fleck Headcanons

TW: Stalking, intrusion/breaking in, obsessive/controlling behavior, possible violence

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope you like it!

Arthur Fleck is definitely a jealous, obsessive type of yandere.

Due to his job(s), Arthur wouldn't be able to keep a constant eye on each and every move of yours.

Still he would find a way to let you know that he was always watching you.

After following you to your workplace/school once, he would make a habit of leaving you small notes there. The notes would be things such as "I'm watching you <3" or "You our so pretty" or "Can't wate to marry you :) "

How did it all begin, you ask? Well, it all started when you showed up at his doorstep on a plain Thursday night. An envelope - perhaps a bill - addressed to one "Arthur Fleck" was delivered to you by accident. So, you took it to the address listed on the bill, and found yourself face-to-face with the tall, green-eyed, thin man.

You gently told him what had happened, handed him the bill, and politely bid him goodnight.

Taken aback by your willingness to do the right thing, Arthur became intrigued with you. After you left, he wanted nothing more than to see you again.

The next day, you met Arthur by accident at Pogo's, a comedy club within Gotham. Drinking a bottle of inexpensive liquor or beer, you sat at a table alone...when all of a sudden, you saw Arthur take the stage.

His jokes were...fair. You liked some of the things he said about his schooling. So out of support, you laughed along with him with the best grin that you could muster.

You thought it was just harmless encouragement. But to Arthur, that was the confirmation to solidify what he already believed: you were made for him, that you were an angel sent from heaven to bring him joy in this dreary life of his. And that he could never let you be hurt by anyone, including himself.

Much of what Arthur did was...rather tame. In addition to leaving you notes, he would surprise you while you were on the way back from work/school. He'd give you a spontaneous song-and-dance routine, something inspired from an old film or one of his jobs as Carnival.

When he had a little extra money, he would leave a cheap, small box of chocolates or candies at your workplace. Along with a crude drawing of you and him as stick figures, holding hands surrounded by hearts.

It was easier not to take it personally, even though something in your gut felt very, very wrong about Arthur. He needed help, he needed a professional intervention from a therapist far better than the shoddy ones in the city. Still, a part of you thought that maybe he was just having a little crush, and that it would pass.

But everything changed one Saturday night. It was after the famous talk show host Murray Franklin was assassinated on live television by a comedian known as the "Joker" wearing a colorful costume and clown makeup.

Coincidentally, Arthur was mysteriously gone from you life. He was nowhere near you, much to your surprise. Relieved a little, you relaxed in your apartment with your favorite comfort food and a feel-good television show.

Just then, there was a knock. A familiar voice, calling your name.

Annoyed, you opened the door with a huff. "Arthur, how the hell did you- " At your door stood the same man who killed Murray Franklin, clown makeup dripping in all of its maniacal glory.

"There's no one to stop me now, doll," the Joker sweetly spoke, entering your apartment with a confident stride. "We can finally be together."

You trembled, trying to think of an escape route, any way to get out of this situation. "Arthur, please..."

The Joker slammed your door shut, and turned the lock. "I'm not him anymore, doll. I'm your world now. And don't even bother calling the police..." He pulled out a gun from his pocket and fired two shots at the door, causing you to scream.

"Now, now..." the Joker knelt, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're mine, remember?"

[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter (Bodyguard!Dave York x Female Reader)

AN: This is my first time publishing my writing, its been a behind the scenes hobby of mine for a while, and I just decided a Bodyguard!Dave fic needed to exist... so I figured why not... right? This is just an opener to gauge interest I guess. I have a slow burn, smutty story in mind but I guess I wanted to just get this out there as a foundation for the story. Let me know what you think! I’d really appreciate it.

Rating: This chapter is M, but future chapters will be EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Series(?)Summary: Following his divorce from Carol and an early retirement from the CIA, Dave York picks up a gig at a security company. When he is assigned to bodyguard the out of control daughter of a prominent United States Senator, for once in his life, Dave feels like he may be losing control.

Word Count: This chapter is 676, but I expect future chapters to be within the 3-5k range.

Series Warnings: Eventual Smut (18+ ONLY), AFAB!Reader, No use of Y/N, Divergence from canon, Mean Dom! Dave York, Bratty! Reader, AGE GAP (reader is of age!), Enemies to Lovers (they’re both mean to each other at the start!), Mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, possible conversations of politics, minor violence (a punch here and there)

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Dave York had experienced just about everything. Love, marriage, fatherhood, divorce, war, and cold-blooded murder. He considered himself a pretty well-prepared man. He had a plan for everything. Having lived through the most difficult things a person could, he felt as though anything else life threw at him, he could take in stride.

Following his divorce with Carol, Dave was ready for a clean start. When one of his old friends from the CIA retired and started his own security company, he all but ensured Dave a job should he ever need it. Chris Landers had nudged Dave in the ribs and joked “if you ever get enough common sense to get out of this hellhole, you know where to find me.” Initially, Dave took it at that, a stupid joke from a friend he would never see again. But, hey, things change. And to be fair, working for Chris doing silly little security jobs at concerts and the occasional escort for some stuck up politician was way easier, and paid better than the shit he was stuck with at the CIA. After a grueling custody battle with Carol, Dave didn’t even hesitate to call Chris. He needed a break.

After 6 months, Chris and Dave were doing pretty well for themselves. Landers’ Security was booming, constantly receiving calls from short staffed arenas and celebrities visiting the area. Chris was richer than he ever thought was possible working for the CIA, and Dave had gained notoriety as the best in the business. He became Chris’ go to man, reserved only for the most important jobs, and Dave maneuvered through them with an intriguing mix of cold and ruthless, while still remaining professional and cordial to the client. So, when Chris called Dave at 1:53 in the morning on his day off, Dave knew something was up.

“Alright, Chris, what do you need?” Dave answered after the first ring. He wasn’t even sleeping. A habit that alluded him since his time in the military. Chris sighed on the other line. Shit. This must be bad.

“Dave, you know you’re the best guy I got, right”

Instead of a verbal reply, Dave just hummed. Ready to hear whatever has Chris so fucking stressed.

“Look… there’s a job. You’re not gonna like it… you know Senator Leland’s girl?”

Knew her? Who didn’t know her? Before she turned 21, she was involved in multiple underaged drinking scandals. Photos of her passed out on couches or taking shots with frat boys graced gossip magazines and TMZ at least once a month. Since she had turned 21 three months ago, she has been spotted at every seedy nightclub in the state, and pictures of her dancing on tables, or stumbling out of clubs in short dresses with her makeup smeared across her face became a staple feature when news anchors discussed her father’s re-election campaign. Another spoilt little rich girl gone wild. Tale as old as time.

“Yeah… I know her. What happened this time?”

“Drug possession.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“Yeah, who’s surprised. Only a matter of time. Alright, Chris, what’s that got to do with you calling me at 1 in the fucking morning?”

“Her father hired us. He wants her to have a full-time bodyguard. Keep her out of trouble, ya know? You’re the only guy I trust so… you’re on the job, buddy.”

“Jesus Christ, Chris you can’t just…”

Before Dave could even start trying to back out of this shit, Chris jumps in “Listen, Dave. I get it. But you’re the only guy I think could control her. This girl is wild, okay? I couldn’t see anyone else wrangling her in. You think Johnson could pull this shit off? He couldn’t even manage a Wiggles reunion. It’s just until the election is over. 5 months. You get to stay at this big mansion by the ocean, you’ll get paid more than any other job, think of it as a 5-month vacation. Just keep her out of trouble. She’s 21, Dave. How hard could it be?”

Famous last words.

[eclipsethemagic]

Girls want Girls {KTH} |M|

Summary: If Taehyung could turn by time he would, and that's only because he wants to go back to that night where he got the greatest blow job by not one but two females.

Rating: Mature, and sex will be talked through out this whole chapter. ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡

"You gotta be kidding me." Taehyung mumbles as he tries to go through the people of sweaty body's. He doesn't know why he let Jimin and Jungkook talk him into going out tonight, to a club in America that he didn't know of. It was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable for Taehyung as all he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and get in his fluffy pajamas and watch Netflix. "See it's not so bad." His best friend and band member Jimin says once they find a booth with no people in it. All Taehyung could do was let out a fake laugh, he shakes his head. "To you. I don't do this." Which was true Taehyung doesn't go out often and when he did it wasn't at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning.

"I don't know if you're lying or being truthful right now." His youngest member says once he came from getting their first drinks of the night. Taehyung eyes him and takes the alcohol and takes a sip. "Of course I'm being truthful idiot, why would I lie?" It's now Jimin turn to roll his eyes. "Repeat that again. Why would you lie?"

"Shut up."

"No never daddy."

"That's fucking gay." Jimin let's out a giggle and drinks his drink like a shot. After a while with enough drinks in their systems Jimin was already on the dance floor with his back against a guy and Jungkook? Well he has his tongue down a woman's throat. Taehyung was still at his booth, drinking away the whiskey he got after the bottle of soju was passed out.

People would call Taehyung a loner, which wasn't as true as you see right now. He was the most energetic but quietest person in the group. There was days when Taehyung wanted to be left alone and then there was days where Taehyung fed off of everyone else's energy. But as for right now? All Taehyung wanted to do was go home. He sighs and goes to stand up walking to the bathroom before he bumps into someone. "Shit. I'm so sorry!" He says looking down at the female. She was short, maybe between 5'1, she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Her hair was down, with two butterfly clips. Her lips was painted light pink, but her dress, it was the star of the show. A deep shade of purple, that hugged her hips perfectly, with a cut in the middle of her chest that made it better. The woman mumbles it's okay before she looks up. "Just watch out." And with that she walks away.

"Dude I just had the greatest blow job of my life." Jungkook says after his night of tongue kissing the female he met at the bar, They was all back from the dance floor, Taehyung back from the bathroom. Jimin was taking his third shot as he hard Jungkook drunk confession, a confession he really didn't wanna hear. "Why are you telling us?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"He got a point."

Taehyung takes the last swing of the beer he had and sets it down looking at his two friends. "So you got a blow job, and what? Jimin got to grind his gay ass dick on a guy on the dance floor while me, millionaire Kim Taehyung got nothing?" He was bitter about it yes, but it wasn't his fault. Okay maybe it was, Taehyung was a flirt, to people he wanted to flirt with. If she was a skinny beautiful Asian, he'll flirt, if she was a white woman with a fat ass he'll give it a try but if she was a black woman with beautiful thick thighs and the most gorgeous eyes- wait.

"So you didn't talk to the girl you bumped into?" Jungkook ask while looking at his band mate, Taehyung shakes his head and sighs. "Nah I didn't want to for real." He did, it was a lie and he knew it.  "Plus she had someone waiting on her." He adds on lending back on the chair.

"I just think you want to have a one nights stand, I mean I get it but Tae, have fun." Jungkook says, his dark brown eyes are darker then normal as the alcohol took affect of his body after a few drinks. Taehyung didn't know if it was drunk Jungkook talking or if it was caring Jungkook, either way that was the push Taehyung needed at that exact moment. They all got up and went on their separate ways.

Taehyung was back on the dance floor, dancing with a female he never talked to. She was a pretty woman, standing 4'7 with long jet black hair that was in the middle of her back. Her skin was brown and sparked with thick sweat. He grinds his hips up her ass as his hands gripped her waist. He was so drunk wasted that he didn't notice how much he could smell her sweet peach perfume, a smell that he could get used too.

All Taehyung could remember was one minute they was on the dance floor, the second they are in the bathroom. His hands around her throat as he kisses her, another pair of hands are on his jeans unbuttoning them. Taehyung was on cloud 9, one girl kissing his neck leaving all types of bites marks as he fingered her pussy, and the other sucking his dick, and sucking it well.  "Just like that." He groans as the female deep throats, he holds her there for quite some time before letting her go. Seeing her eyes swell up with tears made his dick harder then before. Who would of thought he'll be attracted to a female who liked girls, let alone have a threesome in the middle of the bathroom.