#i had to take this in a dimly lit booth while waiting for my husband to finish shopping at a card show :p

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Excuse the terrible lighting, but just wanted to show- when I mentioned how much I was struggling to get enough leather for the RoboPup voucher, this is what I was dealing with 🥲 So close yet so far. I ended up unlocking RoboPup vouchers on my second game where I did have enough leather before I ever found enough leather in this one 🙃

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Care

Author Note: Based on the song Care by Sonder. Thank you @reigns-devotee for the song choice! If you would like to leave a request go comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots and my other stories.

Warning: A bit of Fluff & Smut mixed together. P in V. Oral (F receiving). Profanity, Praise.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC

Word Count: 2,492

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Face Claim - SZA

You know I care...

'Bout everything you do...

The ambient red lighting in the recording booth set the mood for Solana. She nodded her head to the tempo of the beat flowing through her headphones. Once she got her cue from Ken her producer. She began singing in her soft voice. Once they were done she stopped, walking out into the main area so she could hear the song. 

"Maybe for that part you could drop your voice a little bit" Solana nodded, practicing the line again. "Yes just like that" 

"Alright let's run it back" she got up going back into the booth. She threw the headphones on waiting for cue before singing the line over again. "That was good?" she looked out the window to Ken who gave her a thumbs up. 

They spent another hour in the studio, cutting and mixing up the song. Her album was coming out soon and she felt the stress of not having enough time. She wanted this to be her best album yet, adding more pressure to herself. 

Ken yawned and looked at the time on his watch. Sitting up quickly "oh shit it's almost midnight," he started grabbing his things before taking a look at Solana "you leaving?"

Solana shook her head "nah Ima stay here and work on things you can go ahead"

Ken lifted his eyebrow, looking for reassurance "You sure?"

Solana waved him off with a smile "Yes now go, I'll see you tomorrow" Ken hesitantly nodded before saying bye, leaving out the door locking it behind him. 

Solana played a different song she had recorded earlier in the week. She was making edits to it before her phone dinged. When she read the name she instantly started smiling. She opened the thread reading over the message. 

Josh 🤍: Come home mama 

Lana 💍 : omw baby 

Solana made sure to save any edits she was making and grabbed all her things. She quickly made it out the recording studio hopping into her car. No sooner than she got into the car she pulled out the parking lot. 

The drive home was peaceful with nearly empty streets. It didn't take her long before she reached the home she shared with her husband and their two young kids. She pulled into the garage, shutting it before entering the house. 

As she walked pass the laundry room she immediately stopped in her tracks. She peered around the living room and kitchen that were dimly lit by candles. Her eyes focused on the large bouquet of roses that sat on the kitchen counter. 

Her attention was pulled away when she noticed Josh come into her view. Dressed in nothing but his 49ers pajama bottoms she got him last Christmas. 

Her eyes drifted down his exposed chest, taking in his tribal tattoos. She continued looking down til she stopped at the hem of his pajama pants, where his v-line was showing. She quickly looked up as he stood close in front of her. 

"Baby what is this" she took another scan of the room before looking back at him. 

"I just wanted to do somethin' for you. You've been workin' so hard lately" he grabbed one of her hands, leading her into the kitchen. He brought them over to the dining table where he had dinner plated. Solana smiled when she realized it was her favorite. 

She sat down at the table scanning over everything. "You really out did yourself"

"Well you know how I do" Solana laughed at the cocky grin he had on his face. 

She wasted no time, immediately taking the first bite. She closed her eyes letting out a soft hum of satisfaction. "You know I love it when you make this" 

Josh shrugged his shoulder a bit, taking a bite of his food as well. "We haven't been able to chill in a while, just the two of us."

Solana nodded in agreement, placing her fork down "I know baby," she sighed, starting to feel the slight guilt creep up on her. "it's just that- this album is really important to me. I just want it to be great" 

"And it will be," he stated with confidence as the both continued eating. "everything you set your heart to no doubt comes out fire"

Solana smiled. Thankful for the supportive husband she had. "Thank you baby. Your support means everything to me"

"You ain't got to thank me ma, that's what I'm supposed to do" they both finished their food, Josh taking their plates to the sink. "But enough about that." He walked over to her, pulling her up out the chair. "Tonight is about you. There's a bath with your name on it. Your mom got the kids for the night so we're kid free. Go relax and I'll meet you up there"

Solana smiled before nodding her head. She made her way upstairs to their bedroom. Solana let out a gasp as she looked around the bathroom. Rose pedals lead the way to the large jacuzzi tub. 

She stripped out of her clothes, throwing them in the nearby laundry basket. She slowly dipped her body in the water, the warmth instantly relaxing. 

She laid there, soaking for a while. The stress seeming to just melt away by the minute. After a while she washed up before getting out. She put on lotion, throwing on her silk robe before walking out into their bedroom at the same time as Josh.

They both stared at each other before he sauntered over to her. He pulled her close to him, his hands immediately finding their place along her backside. "I know you been working late, but tonight I want you here with me." He slowly caressed her side, each moment Solana melted into him more. "Can you do that for me ma?"

Solana nodded head. Josh smiled slightly, one of his hands found the tie of her robe, quickly unraveling it. The silk material fell to the floor, leaving Solana completely bare. His hand ran up her sides before slightly wrapping around the base of her neck. He pulled her into a kiss that quickly deepened. 

He slowly backed her into the bed, Solana fell backwards as the back of her knees hit the bed. Josh leaned over her, laying some of his body weight on top. Josh lips detached from hers, kissing along her jawline and neck. Solana hands caressed down Josh's back, as he continued leaving tender kisses down her shoulders til he stopped at her chest. 

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue circling around the sensitive peaks. Solana let out a low whimper. Once he felt satisfied, he continued moving down til he was positioned in-between her legs. He kissed down her inner thigh, each one sending flutters through her lower abdomen. 

He continued to kiss down her inner thigh til he reached her glistening intimacy. He didn't bother with the teasing, diving straight in, taking a long swipe of his tongue in-between her folds. Solana's breath hitched at the contact, her hands immediately finding their place within his curly hair. 

He entered two fingers into her, causing her gasp at the new sensation. Solana back arched as the strong wave of pleasure washed over her "J-josh" she let out a shaky moan. 

Josh knew exactly what she wanted and he was more than happy to give it to her. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves, slightly sucking on it harder. Solana felt the knot in her stomach come undone, letting out a long moan.

Josh didn't stop the strokes of his fingers, kissing up her stomach til he reached the side of her neck. Kissing the sensitive spot right by her ear. He could feel her clench around his fingers as she began to squirm. "W-wait baby it's too much" she moaned out "I c-can't-"

"Yes you can" Josh cut her off, speeding up the strokes of his fingers, Solana hand immediately latching on his wrist. "Give me another one, you can do it baby" Solana breathe caught in her throat as the second orgasm hit harder than the first one, letting out a loud moan. "That's my girl" he smirked, pulling his fingers out. 

Solana bit her bottom lip as she watched him licked her essence off his fingers, before he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. 

During the kiss, Josh swiftly took off his pajama bottoms lining himself up with her entrance. He thrust his hips forward, earning a gasp from Solana. He stilled his hips to allow her time to adjust. Solana let out a low whimper. 

"What you need baby?" Solana shifted her hips, Josh immediately took one of his hands to keep her still. "Tell me what you need princess" 

"I need you" she let out almost whisper-like. Wrapping her legs around him tighter to pull him closer. 

"I gotchu' baby," He leaned down, beginning to kiss and suck on the sensitive spot along her neck. He quickly found a steady thrust, gripping her hips for support. It wasn't long before Solana's body began to shudder and that familiar knot began to form in her lower abdomen. 

"Josh" she whimpered out a moan. Josh groan as he felt her clench around him. He angled his hips slightly, hitting a new spot that made Solana wrap her legs tighter around his waist. "Baby I'm cumming"

Josh let out a deep groan "Hold it" he stated with authority. He turned them over, Solana now straddling his waist. This new angle allowing him to go deeper. Solana moaned at the new position, her nails leaving their mark along his fully tatted back and shoulders. 

"Baby I can't hold it" she moaned out throwing her head back. 

"Look at me," he commanded. When she didn't he placed underneath the base of her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Who takes better care of you than me?" Solana couldn't come up with any words to say, her mind clouded by the feeling of Josh repeatedly hitting her spot. 

He sent a smack to her backside, she moaned out at the stinging sensation. "I won't ask again Solana" his voice dropping an octave. 

"N-nobody takes better care of me than you" she let out a shaky moan. Feeling the knot in her stomach grow stronger. 

"That's right and don't you forget that" he pulled her into a searing kiss. The hand on her neck fell down to her waist. He moaned out as he felt his own release nearing. He felt her start to slow down her movements. He gripped her waist, repeatedly slamming her down onto his lap. 

Solana pulled away from the kiss "Baby I can't hold it any longer" she whined, desperate for a release.

"Let it out ma" They both came together, letting out long drawn out moans. Josh pulling her into a bear hug position. Breathing heavy as the came down from their climax. 

Josh kept her wrapped in his arms, laying back onto the pillows. Once they caught their breath, he felt Solana's labored breathing. Signaling she was knocked out. He slightly chuckled before slowly pulling out of her, going into the bathroom to get a warm rag. He leaned over Solana, careful to not wake her as he cleaned her off. He discarded the rag before getting back in bed, pulling her into his arms drifting off to sleep soon afterwards.

Solana walked around the packed out venue greeting and having conversations with different label executives and other music artists. Tonight was the party for her album, that was finally releasing tomorrow.

She was extremely happy to be able to put out this project that she been working on for so long. All those late nights in the studio was paying off. 

Though she was happy and excited for the release, she couldn't help but to feel a bit a sadness. Josh wasn't able to make it since he had to travel. Which she understood just how demanding his career was, just like hers. 

Solana ended her conversation with her label's president, going back up to the private section she had. She grabbed a drink before walking over to the balcony area looking over the sea of people, vibing out to one of her old songs. 

She was deep in thought until a familiar deep voice pulled her out her head. "There's the woman of the hour" Solana quickly turned around, her eyes widen at the sight of Josh. She nearly ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Baby what are you doing here? I thought you had a show?" Solana smiled pulling back just a little, arms still wrapped around him. "I thought you had a title match?"

"You thought I was going to miss the most important night of my woman's career?" he raised his eyebrow playfully. "Title matches will come around, but I want to be here with you"

Solana slightly blushed "Thank you for coming. It really means a lot too me" 

Josh wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, "You know I care bout everything you do" he leaned in pecking her lips a few times. "Why don't we go enjoy your night" 

Solana nodded her head. She grabbed his hand leading him deeper into the private section. For the rest of the night her and Josh stayed near each other, occasionally dancing to the beats of her songs. 

Once the beat slowed down, Josh wrapped his arms Solana from behind. They swayed slowly to song, Solana resting her head on his chest. 

She was pulled out her trance when she heard someone calling her name. She looked over seeing her manager Angela. "Hey Solana you want to say a few words, it's almost midnight"

Solana nodded her head, taking Josh hands as she walked towards the stage. The DJ phased out the music before she began talking. 

"Hey everyone," she smiled as she sent a small wave. "I just want to take the time to thank each and everyone of you for coming out tonight. This album means so much to me and I am so excited for the world to hear it. I couldn't have done this without the support of my team, Ken for working late nights with me, and the support of my husband and family" she looked at Josh as he sent a wink towards her "Again thank you for coming out to support me. Y'all enjoy Lana"

Every cheered for her as she walked off the stage and the DJ began playing one of the new songs off the album. Solana walked right into Josh's awaiting arms, giving her a kiss on her forehead. 

"I'm proud of you" Josh peered down at her, giving her a slight smile. 

She leaned up giving him a kiss, savoring this little small moment "Thank you baby". Solana felt extremely grateful in this moment. For the rest of the night the couple enjoyed themselves, celebrating the success of her newest album. 

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(i'm gonna make you) feel it

a.k.a. ✨ MAKKI’S ADVENTURE TIME ✨

Hanamaki “Big Tease” Takahiro x Female Reader

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Warnings: Porn With Plot. Corruption Kink. Reader’s engaged to be married - a bride. Cheating. Highly inappropriate touching and dancing moves (that’s their job tho). Alcohol. Completely unresearched strippers industry. Lowkey exhibitionism. Fucking in a public space (private room). Fingering. Oral sex. SMUT: Doggy style over a sofa. Makki’s a little shit. Overuse of the word “cute” (for real, so many times omg). 

Word count: ~7.3k

Note: Saint Dymphna and poor little me would like to introduce you all to the:  🤠 LAWBREAKERS MULTIVERSE 🤠

So, @dymphnasprose​ basically came at me with: “what about we take cowboys and make them skskskskskssk like magic mike style strippers” and thus was born the wicked duo newest adventure. We had a lot of fun (and a lot of panic) but here it is!  Anyone asks why I’m doing two once again it’s also dymph’s fault and my sheer love for Iwaizumi. Also, dymph I love u and I’ve had lots of fun doing this little group project together🥺💕

That being said I’d also like to thanks @mixedhell  who once again is a mage of dialogue and helped me several times; Tay, my love @deathcab4daddy​, who helped beta part of this and also @xmyshya​ who was kind enough to beta this too <3

Makki’s songs: Cowboy Casanova (dymph’s courtesy) + Feel it 

You can also read: IWAIZUMI | MATTSUN 

Hanamaki is focused.

He surveys the screaming crowd inside the packed nightclub, sees the different groups occupying the big booths, the pretty decorations that never fail to distinguish his targets inside the dimly lit room. 

Makki likes the meaning behind the different outfits and colors; the details merging into the allegory of remarkability, crafting the idea of uniqueness in their special day where screams of freedom swimming inside intoxicated heads build a tendency into wildness. In building lasting memories of a singlehood that doesn’t really exist anymore, into falling prey of sexy, large men who could take them into a one-time intoxicating memory that they can savor into the end of times.

Marriages can end, Makki thinks, but memories like the ones he makes are forever.

And tonight he has already found the one. 

You must be the prettiest little thing he has seen in months, all beautifully clad in a sparkling white party dress, a sexy slit that shows the classical frilly garter adorning your thigh, with a golden black banner that announces for the whole world that you’re taken, soon to be married and enjoying your bachelorette party. It’s almost a challenge, really. 

Great. That’s exactly how he likes it.

A brilliant and ridiculous white cowboy hat decorated to leave a tacky gown falling from your head is perched on the table where your small group sits, about eight women dressed in black and a beautiful entourage of bridesmaids if he ever saw one, but it’s you; cute, happy little you who blushed at the very first look at his partially naked torso when all Hanamaki did was pass by your table in his low cut jeans and open flannel shirt, a tilt of his cowboy hat made with half a mind to compliment the ladies until his eyes laid on you. 

Your bright eyes had shined with embarrassment at your interest, chest filling with a renewed pull of air at the mere sight of him, a burning in your face that he could notice even in the poorly lit room, flashing lights giving him just the best of peeks -- your plush lips punished by the row of white teeth that closed around the soft muscle and pulled. 

That was all he needed, the smallest of sights and still, the biggest of hints. 

You were going to be his tonight. He’ll taint that pristine white and you’ll beg for his every move, he knows it just as he knows the women will scream for him as soon as he steps on the stage.

And, in fact, that will be sooner rather than later. 

He’ll make sure of it. 

The loud music is pulsing through his body, like waves crashing against his skin, his heart seemingly beating alongside the bass in deep, sexy strokes of the R&B music echoing through the club. The youngsters are doing their dance, a coordinated thing between the six newbies of the Club, while Makki and Mattsun wait by the side of the backdoor of the stage, ready to take their places in the next performance. 

“Anyone in your sights yet?” Issei asks him as he passes him the bottle of water, which Takahiro puts on top of one of the structures before sending a small grin at the dark-haired man. They’ve been here for four years now, and they have joined the place together, looking to make a good buck while going to College. Stripping is fun, easy, and profitable when you’re young and hot and Matsukawa and Hanamaki are nothing else but. 

“The one by the left, the table with the tacky cowboy hat and the golden balloons.”

“A fan of the work, I see.” Matsukawa pulls the curtain to the side just an inch, his eyes quickly surveying the space and centering on the acquired target. Makki knows exactly what he’s seeing, a table filled with a group of beautiful women and you in white shining over them all, the balloons above the wall seeming way more ridiculous once he knows about Makki’s plan of action. 

One dick for life. Ha. 

“Poor little thing doesn’t know what she’s in for tonight.” Mattsun’s grin is mischievous and all-knowing. Hanamaki has a type, it’s a running joke, but every good joke starts from a glimmer of truth. And in Makki’s case, it may as well be the truth itself. 

“And that’s a sexy little group.”

“Yeah, it is. But you already have plans for tonight, don’t you. I’ve heard about it from Oikawa.”

Mattsun doesn’t answer, only a chuckle and a lopsided grin marking his face as he keeps studying the crowd.

The group performance wraps up quickly, being one without public interaction and soon enough Oikawa is making a show, threading between the public with his mic, hyping the crew out with just the right few words. 

The lights start going down, softly casting the audience in shadows while the stage is tinged in bright colors before becoming red and by the time people’s eyes are focusing at the center again, Hanamaki and Matsukawa have taken their places.

The music starts to play, soft and calm, pulsing through the bodies of everyone as their eyes focus on the attractive duo in center stage. They’re not supposed to end up naked yet, that’s saved for the end, but as the choreography flows, sharp hip movements, thrusting motions like ocean waves crashing on rocky shores, still get women screaming at the top of their lungs enough for it all to merge with the song as if it’s part of the original bass. 

Makki’s wearing a half-opened plaid flannel shirt with nothing under it, and he pops every remaining button open along to the song, the screams getting louder. His jeans are tight enough that every plane of muscle is noticeable, and his belt is black and striking, with a big, bull-shaped buckle. Later he’ll change his outfit to leather chaps and a vest, but right now, he’s more laid back. He looks good, he knows it, but the appreciation in your eyes as you coily drink his from from across the room is like a fucking golden star on his pride.

On top of his head, locked tight, it’s his pinched front cowboy hat. As Makki throws it in the air and catches in the middle of dancing, the screams engulf him from all sides. 

But everything else is fading to the back of his mind as his eyes find yours in the dark, the appreciative, enthralled shine in them not lost to Makki. Could never be lost to Makki, who holds onto it as if it’s a life-line; You’re interested.

Ok, that’s good. But it’s also the basics.

Makki twirls and fall on the floor, hips fucking into nothing as the crowd goes insane. He kneels on stage, his shirt flying to the spectators; two women take hold of it, pulling in contrary directions until it rips.

Makki throws you a wink, every woman in that direction claiming it as theirs. You, however, shrug into yourself, eyes looking away as your hands tight their hold around the champagne glass they’re holding. You’re so cute, hands in front of your face as if that would keep you from staring. Makki feels himself glowing, growing excited at the mere sight of your scurrying eyes as they choose the floor instead of his body. 

So fucking pure. 

Takahiro wants to force you to look up and revel in the guilty desire he’s bound to find there. There’s no need to avoid him if he doesn’t charm you, that’s the beauty of soon-to-be brides. There’s such a deep will inside them to be faithful to the allegory of a husband they do not have yet, lost in a daydream of happiness in finding the one when they haven’t even tasted anything but. Makki eyes the golden balloons floating around the table while he dances -- one dick forever. 

Poor little thing. He can’t let that happen, can he?

When Makki hops off the stage and walks over to your table between deafening screamings and pleads for him to take them, instead, his hand closes around your dainty little one, adorned with pretty french nails and just a single golden ring and even the soft, smooth skin of your hand against his rugged palm is a thrill inside his veins.

Your eyes are shining, nervousness sweeping from them as they lock with his. Hanamaki tries to be lowkey, giving you a reassuring smile supposed to be nice, to be trusting -- a complete disconnect of the way his guts stirs in the excitement of your touch. 

He lowers his lips to your ears, pretends the way his nose runs over the shell is a mere accident. “Let’s go for a ride, sweetheart.”

Your lips fall open by the side of his face and Makki can feel the way you suck a breath, a little gasp ruining your efforts when he lets his lips brush against your jaw. Another accident, whoops. He’s such a careless boy, isn’t he?

Your teeth punish your bottom lip as your eyes seem to look anywhere but him, trembling hands as you seem half-way into telling him no. Makki can't have that, though. He brings his face to look deep in your eyes, a lopsided smile he can manoeuvre into being just the right amount of kind by now. 

"You're not gonna let me go up there alone, will you?" He almost pouts, big hands finding their way on your arms in up and down motions that drag just the right amount of trembles from you for him to know he's winning. "There's no fun without you, sweet girl."

He dips his lips onto the shell of your ear once again, just in time to hide his mischief. "You're the star of the show. I'm just your ride." 

That seems to make you giggle and Makki uses that to bring his grin into your view, palms sliding down your arms to clasp your hands and - finally - guide you up with him.

One thing Makki knows is that he likes his brides sweet. 

Pliant. 

And as you get up and follow him quietly and sheepish, clumsy tripping over yourself when some of your bridesmaids erupt in cheers, he knows he is right once again -- you’re just his type. 

Thing is, Makki doesn’t waste time. He makes you twirl in your high heels just to have you falling in his arms, he picks you up without effort, a little gasp breaching your lips as your hands plant against his chest.

Makki just has to grin at the way in which you close your palms and retreat them back to yourself, quick, burning up in a beautiful, delicious expression of shame. Fuck, he wants to make you beg. 

When he’s at the stage, he drops you on your feet with enough aggression to get you to slide straight to the floor, unsteady knees opening under you until your ass is planted on the stage. 

Makki thinks your open mouthed expression, little breaths breaking through your lips as your anxious eyes stare up at him, have to be the best thing he’s seen in a while. And he’s just starting.

He bends at the waist, his hands to reach your knees and push them open, your bright little white dress sliding up so much he can steal a peek at your fancy underwear. 

Such a vixen, aren’t you? All wrapped in lace. 

Makki lets himself fall on top of you and you gasp, even as he stays holding himself in a plank, not one bit of skin touching yours. The song is pumping, slow and sexy even if the screams sound louder in the close space. He twists his hips, the rolling motion has them right between your juicy thighs. You’re forced to keep them wide open and the way in which you look mortified just may be what ends him. 

Makki drops his knees in the ground, lets the screams wash over him as he drags his hips against your center, soft, then hard. His hands by the side of your head, his toned chest right in front of your face. He knows by the way his skin burns that you’re staring at him -- good, he wants to be the center of all your attention tonight.

Your hands are in front of yourself as if you’re afraid at your own excitement, eager eyes looking for his in a wirlwind of emotions and it makes his fucking skin erupt with goosebumps that the most noticiable one is desire.

Oh, Makki’s going to wreck you. The song turns frantic just as he comes to slide over your body, nose trailing along your collarbone and chest, teeth nipping at your clothes as if he would prefer to be doing it to your skin instead, and he feels the way your shame almost consumes you, body shaking as he finally reaches destination: right above your beautiful open thighs, so close he can almost taste you.

Unfortunately, it doesn't last. And Makki is forced by the choreography to climb back up your body even as he lets his hands linger a bit too close to your clothed center, every woman around screaming as if they can read his mind.

He gets back up and kneels between your open legs, thrusting in time with the music as if he’s actually still thinking about choreography and not in doing this to you later. You’re growing more embarrassed by the moment, your whole body burning and tense, but responsive to his movements and, better yet, his smiles.

His body is used to the motions, to swirling and grinding and thrusting in a wave motion, crashing over your hips time and time again until your lips fall open, and he knows he hit the jackpot.

Makki holds himself in a plank again, his skin turning clammy with the exertion, but he angles his crotch just right and has you singing a groan for him again -- then turning bright with shame in sequence.

Such a precious little thing indeed.

The ground choreo ends way too soon for Makki’s wishes, but he’s soothed by the way in which you let yourself be picked up, hands clinging to his shoulders with such a fierce hold he almost wants to test it out. He throws you up for a moment, relishes in your nails at his back, and his forearms hold you by the underside of your knee, closing on your hips. 

And that makes your pretty little clothed cunt roll right against his semi-hard on. There’s a ripping sound, probably your slit getting wider to acomodate your open legs and thus, him.

Lovely.

Makki rolls his hips, right against your center once, and the crowd erupts in screams just as he starts mimicking fucking you standing. A beautiful option he saves in the back of his mind for later. 

You let out a yelp, then proceed to try and hide your head against his neck, your pretty mouth gliding against his skin gives him such a high he almost loses the tempo of the song. He tells you to hold on and plants his hands on your bare ass, lifting you until he can have you in front of his face, a bit uncomfortable move but one that has every single woman in the club wet -- it’s in the air by now, and he can smell it. The idea makes his skin prickle, your hands holding his hair for dear life as if you’re afraid to fall, but your clothed cunt is right there, and he can’t pass the opportunity to steal a little touch as he pretends your hold is what pushes his head flush against your pussy. 

You let out a beautiful sound almost in time with the song, and he is letting you fall once again on his arms, the smile on his lips the last nail on your pure coffin.

And unfortunately that means time’s up.

Makki lets your legs fall but holds you by your waist, depositing you on your own two feet at the stage and snickering at how your legs falter to hold you up on the high heels. So, as a gentleman, he takes your hand in his, helps you down the few steps on the stage, almost groans at how your hand seems to not want to let him go. 

Before he leaves you, he pulls your hand into his lips, absolutely glowing at how breathless you look from the little action after he literally ravished you on stage. It physically pains him that he needs to pick up another bride into his show. 

“See you later, pretty one.”

Under you, your legs are faltering, knees trembling like a newborn deer as you’re left alone to fend for yourself in the long path back to your table. Women congratulate you, screaming on your sides at the men who was almost fucking you dumb on stage and his friend, as they continue their show.

Your heart is beating in your ears, leaving you stupid and lost as you’re finally - finally - rescued by your friend, who brings you back to the table with loud congratulations and happy cheers. You feel your body sweating and throbbing, weirdly pulsating for something you can’t name. 

Recognizing it would make it real and you cannot believe that after five years in a nice relationship with your only boyfriend and soon-to-be-husband, this is the first time you feel this wet.

You plop down on the closest seat, hands pressing to your chest as you try to both fan yourself and hide behind them. It proves, as expected, a hard task.

Your childhood friend has arrived and you hug her sideways, the short conversation you two exchange somehow lost to your poor heated brain as your eyes keep sliding to center once again at the stage.

The way he dances on stage feels overwhelming, this bride-to-be suffering way less touching and grinding than you, as “Big Tease Makki” stays standing up, his hands groping everywhere in his sculpted body as he dances to the sensual song, including the considerable bulge in his pants.

Something flashes and he turns his head your way so sharply you feel the need to melt further on the sofa, poorly hiding away as everyone around you cheers once again.

 His eyes on you were burning a hot trail that slithers over your warm skin even in the dark, the ghost of a feeling of touch, erupting goosebumps along their way as they circle your neck and dip down your side, strutting over your chest to end by your face. Even in the distance, you swear you can feel the way those lips slip into an easy grin, satisfied at the way they have you breathless and weak by thought alone.

The idle chatting of your friends, excited and drunk are dulled by the pounding of your heart inside your chest, and you feel constricted by their presence on your sides at the booth, both ways filled with testimony to your inner turmoils-- can they see your sinful thoughts while they stay that close to you? Can the pounding of your heart and the heat in your face be felt at such a short distance? 

The mere idea that they can pry inside your skull and discover the sinful dreams unfolding is too much for you right now, your spine shooting up while you balance yourself in your pretty heels and ask in a meek, nervous voice for the girls to let you pass. Some ask if you need help or if you’re going to the bathroom, and in both options it feels like you’re going to be flanked immediately, so you deny it and say you have to make a quick phone call about something you forgot to confirm and they all nod away, drunkenly squealing for you to be quick. 

You’re almost free when one of your bridesmaids, your childhood friend, looks up at you with puzzled eyes.

“Hey, everything's okay?” She’s not drunk, only happily buzzed with sparkling wine, but her eyes are attentive when they lay on your face, worry etched in her brow as she looks for hints hidden in your dolled up face. 

“Yeah, just need to take a breather.” You give her what you hope is a reassuring smile even as sweat drips down your back, but the place is dark and loud and she lets you go without much prodding. The place is full and swarming with women, groups of men present but fewer, waiters clad in skimpy clothing as they work the tables full of drinks, shots and champagne. Some are flirtatious, charming smiles along with muscles as they sweep women off their feet and leave their wallets thinner; others are pretty serious, and the mysterious aura has their pull, the ecstasy of conquest working as an aphrodisiac. 

You pull past the bodies, feeling a bit light headed as your chest pounds and the booze traverse your body, clumsy steps on too-high-heels you’re not used to, but your bridesmaids had pushed you to wear along with screams to live a little and say hello to the last night before you’re a proper married lady. You’ve never really felt the weight of those words as the last two days, tasting for the first time the sweetness of night as you’ve never before. 

If brown, bored eyes make a appearance in your mind as you flee to the corridor leading to the private rooms and women’s bathroom, you’re quick to stop the train of thought before it leads down a muscular torso clad in a tight jeans with a firm ass and a hot, big cock that humped against you in every opportunity while he took you to the stage. 

A drop makes it way past your cunt lips to stain your fancy underwear and you groan, ashamed. You’ve never felt this unbecoming need before, the arousal so thick your breasts seem to be heavy against your ribcage, dress feeling too tight on your heated, oversensitive skin.

You’re reaching the curve left that will take you to the bathroom when big hands engulf your frame, palm over your mouth and you’re pulled inside one of the private rooms, too breathless to even make a sound.

“Howdy,” his voice sounds right by your ear, as you’re caged against a burly body and the closed, probably sound-proof door. “Got a fugitive here.”

“Uhh, sir, I--”

“Sir?” He laughs, head thrown back prettily as you drink the arch of his throat. “Oh my god, call me Makki, pretty one.” 

The petname makes you flush, tongue heavy and clumsy in your mouth around words. “Uh… Makki, I’m sorry but I, ah…” You fumble with your hands, avoiding touching him, eyes downcast as you try to also avoid even looking at him. It’s too much, he seems everywhere.

“You’re engaged? I can see that, love. You have a banner right there.” He sounds so nice, mischief and boyish glee as he stands way too close to you.

“Then you understand…”

“I understand this is your last night of freedom, right? The last chance for you to be bad,” He breathes against your jaw as he noses along your skin to your ear, his cowboy hat gliding softly against the side of your face, “To be wild.”

Your mouth opens and closes but not a single sound comes out, your brain completely lost to the science of mixing letters into words. All you can think about is how your blood seems to be galloping in your veins, the pounding of your heart so oppressingly loud the beat of the song seems to mimic it and not the contrary. 

You are lost to everything but the unbelievable feeling of painful arousal, so sharp and deep your bones seem to be melting out of their places and dripping into the outside by your cunt. 

“But,” Leaves your lips dumbly and Makki’s fingers silence you, his lips so close you can taste his every exhale, the flap of his hat managing to blind your vision to anything past his face.

“You’re going to be married to the exact same man forever, sweetheart. You can let go one night. One night for you to feel good.” Makki licks at your throat and your lips fall open with a shameless moan as you burn with shame. “Has he ever made you feel this hot, sweetie? Hm? Have you ever even felt like this? It’s your last chance tonight, right? Don’t lose it.”

Makki’s hands massage their way down your sides, grabbing at the flesh of your hips, brushing your ass, and you’re dead silent as you drool away in your panties. Unable to think, unable to speak, embarrassment clogging your throat together with an impossible, unacceptable yes.

“C’mon, sweetie, let me take care of you.” It’s a plea, and he knows your chest will hurt with the same need that is in his tone.  “Just this one time, so you can know what it feels like… how great it can be.”

“One time.” He promises you, earnest eyes boring into yours and, dumbly, enchanted, you nod… and agree.

Well, Makki ain’t waiting around for you to change your mind.

His hands loop around your thighs immediately, pressing you against the door until he can press his body between your open legs. The slit of your dress gives in just the little bit needed to allow his hips to make their way against your core, his lips busying themselves with planting kisses along the arch of your neck, teeth nibbling at the lobe of your ear, tongue gliding over the shell. 

His breathing is soft, but so close it feels like it engulfs the room, slithering inside your head and scrambling your thoughts. His crotch presses against your center enough to hold you high and open, one of his hands relieved of their place as it climbs your side and closes around your jaw, angling your head back until you’re trapped between his face and his chest. 

You shudder, eyes fluttering closed as if you cannot hold them open, and Makki feels his skin prickling, warmth spreading from his limbs to his chest and down his hips to center themselves at his burning length. You’re such a little vixen, all big eyes and open mouthed staring at him while he has hardly done anything.

He can barely wait to see how you’ll burn when he buries his face in your pussy.

Right now, though, Makki reigns in his excitement, fingers caressing your cheeks until your pretty eyes open up again, dazed. There’s just something about getting pretty little things like you to yield, to breathe out as his lips plant themselves carefully, softly, against your cheek, then the line of your jaw, your chin and your nose.

Every little kiss has you getting restless, trembling in his arms while your hands close around his shoulders, painful little welts that he loves to see. Such desperation. 

It’s really the best.

His lips press against the corner of your wobbling plush lips and you shudder, but they push it back, and when Makki finally decides to kiss you, you’re opening your mouth in your eagerness, tongue lapping awkwardly at his lips as he chuckles and decides it’s time to stop playing.

When he kisses you then, you gasp, precious little sound leaving you as if you had no idea you could even make it, and then you’re melting against him, pressing against his chest as his mouth works its wonders on yours, tongue circling, searching, sucking. He nips at your lips, steals all the short bits of breath from your lungs until you’re writing against him, pressing sinful hips against his crotch in such a desperate way it’s endearing.

The hand on your thigh dips further under your dress, finds the plush meat of your ass and engulf it in its palm, delighted at how inexistent is the small little thing you’re wearing and how fucking delicious it feels. His fingers dig into your bottom until you break the kiss to gasp at how easily he can slip his long indicator from your ass to your pussy.

It’s his time to lose his air at how fucking wet you are, ruined fancy panties and moist thighs.

“Oh god, look at that. Little bride is so wet for this cowboy.”

You make a face, lips pursing in an awkward turn and coily shifting to look down, appraising looks on his chiseled chest. “Okay this one was bad!” Makki offers with an easy smile, the hand on your neck dipping into your breasts, palms pressing on your chest as he turns his focus on circling the hard nipple through your clothes, closing around the plush meat until your offending honest little lips part once again to him. He can see in the turbilion of your eyes how you’re still swirling against guilt, holding back from him. 

“But can you blame me? Look at me.” He makes a mention with his head towards the big bulge straining his tight jeans, which have you unconsciously looking down, his hand sliding over your jaw to tilt your head up to meet his eyes, charming, easy-going smile in his lips. “Look at you.”

He rolls his hips once against your sex, feels the blistering heat even through layers of clothes but he’s done this enough to know exactly where to aim, having a moan escaping through the tight cage of your lips before you can hold everything else in by the lock of your teeth.

He can’t have that, though. He thrives on applause after all.

“Now, beautiful, I’ll need you to stop that right there.”  His fingers dip under you to slide against the soiled fabric clinging to your folds and you all but tense, melting after as if you cannot conceive how good is his mere touch. “I want to hear you, c’mon.” Your eyes drop on his in hurt, but you free your bottom lip, mouth imediatelly falling open around a groan as Makki presses aimless around the entrance of your sex. Damn, Makki likes this. 

“Yes, like that. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” His cock is straining against his boxers already, length rolling in perfect aimed strokes over the apex of your sex as his fingers thread on the outline of your beautiful cunt and when he dips inside a single fingertip, your sex and hands cling to him, all the beautiful curves of your body against his and he just-- He wants to see.

“Ok, dinner time!” Makki chuckles as he brings his hands once again to hold you firmly by your thighs, fingers spread enough to keep rolling against the edges of your cunt. 

“Wha-What?” You give a charming yelp at the way he holds you effortlessly while abandoning the door to walk over to the couch. It’s just a cheap upholstered thing in front of the circular stage with the pole hanging from the ceiling, but it’s just the perfect length for what he needs. 

He lets you fall, open and disheveled over it, legs spread to show the lace he saw earlier, stained and soiled after just a bit of makeout. 

“You’re so cute.” It’s mockingly, really; meant to be a jab at how you’re so hazed and undone by just a few moves of his, but the way in which your doe eyes thread up to him, shiny and unfocussed; your hands closing around your frame as a hand plants in front of your breasts is just… cute. There’s no other word. You’re just a cute little thing and he wants your demise.

 Makki groans and pulls you to the edge of the sofa by your legs, easily dropping between your thighs in a wave move, face planting itself on your breasts to suck at sweaty clothes, teeth pulling the fabric down until your nipples peek through and he sucks them inside his mouth, too. 

You tremble so easily, even worse when he abandons it to nose his way down your body tightly clad in the white dress, kisses over your belly until he’s nosing at your clothed cunt, open mouth kisses adding to the moistness in your poor underwear.

“Delicious.” Makki says for no reason other than to state his thoughts, tongue rolling over the clothed slit as if its skin, reveling in how your poor legs start to shake, needing the aid from his hands spreading them to finally stop. “Tell me, honey, have your fiancé ever fucked you good? Hm?”

The mention makes you stiff, head pressing to the side of the sofa as if you’re fighting a battle inside your own mind, triggered by the piece of trivia question.

“I bet he hasn’t,” Makki laughs, nosing at your pussy with such pressure his whole face gets smeared in your juices. “Is he your first boyfriend? Tell me more.”

 “I--how do you--” You stutter through bitten lips, truth tipping out once he easily spreads you open with his thumbs on each side. “Yes.”

“What a waste, such a wet fucking pussy and not one single effort from your hubby to-” Makki pulls your underwear aside, tongue lolling out to lick a long strip from your entrance to your clit, “lick”, once, it”, twice, “clean.” and thrice.

You let out a cute little noise and he gets impatient, pulling the lace at the side with enough force it rips easily under his hand. Your indignant noise doesn’t even sound right, lost in a moan at the way he closes his lips around your clit and brings his tongue to play with it fast. His hand presses harder on the skin of your thighs, leaving you open as a present, ripe and wide.

If Makki says he eats pussy as a fucking meal, it’s not out of vanity. He doesn’t like to stroke his own ego, it’s just the plain truth. He works his tongue around your cunt, licks at your puffy lips, slither his way over the labia, gathers all the dripping …. and lets it drip over your pussy, just to suck it up and spit on it, after all he never understood the whole don’t spit on the plate you eat. If it’s pussy, he’s sure it’s the fucking other way around. 

You’re writhing and moving around, a symphony of gasps and moans fighting their way past your tight lips. Makki doesn’t mind. As he brings his thumbs to stroke up and down the sides of your cunt, he knows you’ll be screaming in no time. It’s just too much. It’s clear you’ve never had anything like this just by the frantic way you’re humping his face, hands grabbing at anything and everything they can, unable to hold on. His only shame is how busy his mouth is, unable to tease his way into the pure debauchery you’re demonstrating.

He pauses a bit to angle himself back, eyes trained at your pussy, dripping fucking wet all over the dress and the sofa. His thumbs spread at the sides of your entrance, pull it open just to see it blink and gap, begging for his cock without a word leaving your lips. Shit. His cock is straining against the tight jeans in such a painful way he has to let one hand go, open his button and fly, let the poor warrior fight its way past the band of his calvin kleins.

Then he’s back at his work, one thumb keeping you open as his hand returns to plunge his indicator inside slowly. Makki’s mouth almost falls open at the bewitching way your walls give in, letting him sink inside the velvety wet inside with ease. You’re clenching around him, groaning above and begging below, so he lets a second one inside at the retreat and advance of his wrist.

“Have your little husband ever made you feel like this, huh? Have he eaten this little pussy so good you make a mess?”

“Jesus Christ!” You moan above and Makki laughs. He loves this. Loves the little religious bout he gets from tight little brides when they actually taste heaven amidst sin. You try to ride his fingers, but he presses the back of your knees higher, and you let out a breathless “God!” at the new angle.

Then he starts the real game, fingers moving around your heat in search of a specific spot he finds with little prodding and then abuses until you’re begging.

“Oh my god! I, fuck--Jesus!” 

“Yes, just like that sweetheart. If you beg for me real pretty I’ll give you what you want.” He says as his fingers keep plunging in and out of your heat in an upwards motion, strong but slow, dragging the feeling of his thick digits inside your walls. It’s close, he can feel it in the way you’re swelling around him, restless kicking out legs and praying for God as if it isn’t Makki who’s giving you all this.

“My name, sweetie. Beg for it, c’mon. Say it out very loud, how you want my cock to fuck you nice and hard as you’ve never had before, huh? Just--”

“Fuck!”

“Just tell me more how you had no idea it could be so good and how you need me to show you how fucking good a man can actually fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you all but yelp, but then sighs a, “yes, please.”

“Hmmm? Couldn’t hear you.”

“Oh fuck, Makki please fuck me!” There’s a breathless, outstandly maniac laugh breaching your lips after that, a flow of quick words falling from your lips as a train of thought, “Jesus I’ve never felt like this, oh my god I think I’ll actually die without--”

“There we go!” Makki laughs, voice loud as he stops everything to get up and once again bends down to pick you up.

“Wha--Wait!” You squeak, body tense and trembling at the loss as Makki only kisses around your tearstained face and makes his way around the upholstered couch. “Makki!” That has to be the needier, whinier tone he has ever heard his name in. 

And he loves it. 

He lets you slide through his hands, bends you over the back of the couch, your ripped panties sliding to the floor by one of your legs. One of Makki’s hands descends hard on your ass with a loud slap, your lips opening around a beautiful moan. The other does the same, both circling and massing the plump flesh as your ass and pussy blinks seductively at him. 

That does it. Makki curses as he pulls his pants and underwear down, his hard, bloody-red cock slapping up against his navel; he closes his hand around it to slap it between the crack of your pretty behind and feels everything in him tingling at how wanton you sound in your moan, angling your back so that your ass can climb higher, head against the seat cushions.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” Makki praises you as he tilts his cockhead on your slit, up and down, up and down against your clit, labia and entrance. It’s absolutely delicious how you clench to try and hold his cockhead, but it slips up to bob against your ass. “Ops, let’s try again.”

He does the same thing a second time but then you groan and whine once again, “Makki, please!”

Well, fuck, who’s he to deny you, right?

He pats your ass and supports his weight at the back of his feet, cockhead right against the beautiful hole weeping for him and, carefully, slowly, deliciously starts dipping inside. Your pussy sucks him in as a vice, muscle clenching and releasing; loud, satisfacted moans in your lips. It’s almost choking to him that the loud noise in the room comes from him, too, mouth falling open in a growl.

When his hips are nested against your ass, Makki has the urge to kiss you but squatches it down in favor of holding you strongly and fucking you throughly. Motioning himself in waves as he had on the stage, his cock slides in and out of you with such delicious, timed precision he thinks you’ll come twice on him before he’s done. 

Your tight heat is velvety wet around him, squelching sounds sinful in the room as he grinds his hips against your ass, cockhead nestled against the firm pressure of your cervix. There’s babbles tipping from your lips, as if your mind has broken and you have to pronounce your mess of thoughts out loud. It’s cute.

Maybe he'd appreciate it more if his mind wasn't falling him also; his whole body feels constricted, strained, hips rolling in long, deep, strong strokes that make his cock into a pleasure antena, broadcasting to his whole being, blistering heat spreading through his veins and turning sharp at his spine and to start pooling at his balls. 

He is about to dip his hand to your clit and end you when your body seizes, legs kicking while dangling from the backrest of the couch and your pussy starts creaming hard like a vice around his cock.

“Fuck!” He groans, tensing his whole body before you bring him over with you, hand slithering to hold the base of his cock, hard. Then he laughs, no breath to spare. “Wow, baby, no heads up? Now you gonna have to give me one more, I’m not done with you yet.”

You let out an indignant groan, but rest boneless under him. Makki retreats his hips from your snug grip and starts pistoning his way inside your heat, unforgiving even as you yelp and whine, oversensitivity probably making you burn. Makki lets one of his hands let go of your hips and fall hard on your ass, in time to feel the way your pussy grips at him, yelp turning into a moan. Makki lets his hands slide down the side and curve his wrist so your fingers can find your clit, rubbing him frantically as he angles his hips just right, every wave of his body aimed against your precious spot.

“Yup,” Makki groans, growing exhausted. “Just like this.”

Your eyes snap open, hands frantically reaching to hold on anything by them as you look back at Makki with shiny, big, dazed eyes in absolute terror at the fact you are, indeed, going to keep cumming on his dick, second orgasm hitting you so hard and fast Makki actually tips over with you, the pressure in his balls releasing in one blissful climax at the incessant contracting of your cunt and the wave of your orgasm gushing out of your pussy in the closest thing to a squirt he could pull out of you amidst a unending orgasm.

Makki stays inside you as he rides his high, grinding his hips even as you cry from the oversensitivity. When he pulls out, he’s careful with the condom and also has half a mind to hold your body, throwing the used thing somewhere to be cleaned after. Almost as if perceiving the breach, his cellphone starts ringing somewhere, loud as fuck in the closed room.

“Damn, fuck,” Makki scrambles to the sound, his legs almost giving out under him and his fingers so numb it takes three tries to actually accept the call. Which he didn’t read who from. 

“MAKKI! WHERE ARE YOU, WE’RE STARTING IN FIVE.” Iwaizumi nags at him, stern and loud, piercing through his haze enough to make his brain drop some adrenaline into his bloodstream, suddenly alert and kicking, muscles straining but holding as he pulls his underwear and jeans quick over his ass and searches for his cowboy hat in time to dip and run to the presentation.

“Sorry baby, gotta go.” He saunters to you, plants a kiss on your sweaty head and another at your swollen lips and smiles the same sinful smile that ended up bringing you here, along with a tilt of his cowboy hat. “Duty calls.”

[tiffdawg]

hello ma’am, yes i am still sitting on that ask you sent me. but uh i wanna ask for some hc’s for cv javi👉👈 if i may🥺

Julia, my love, I’m so sorry this took like three weeks. I’m still very unused to doing hc’s but I will try for you. You know I like my secrets so these are spoiler free, but I think compliment where we’re at in the story nicely. 

Headcanons on Javier Peña and Love in Curriculum Vitae

After leaving Colombia, Javier went back to Laredo. He figured he’d help his dad on the ranch until he figured out what to do with the rest of his life. He also tried to drink and fuck his problems away until Chucho finally told him, in no uncertain terms, to get his shit together. Javier took the first opportunity that came his way without putting much thought into it. He had no expectations for the job or himself. That moment when you chewed him out the first week of classes simultaneously doused him with cold water and lit a fire under him. Still, he had no intention of falling for you. He wanted to earn your respect. And he knew he needed your help. But once he caught a glimpse of your passion, he was done for.

Because the thing is, Javier falls in love easily. He has a big heart. And he cares so damn much about the people that mean something to him, even if he tries to cover that part of him. He loves his dad. He’ll always love his mom. He loves Steve and Connie and the few friends he deems worthy. He loved Lorraine. He definitely loved a few of his informants, even if it was a fleeting love. This man just… loves.

Usually, this leads to heartbreak. Either of his own doing or because of circumstances that are out of his control. He’s grown to equate love with heartbreak. It’s become the expected outcome for him.  

Sex seemed easier even if he was never able to keep his emotions completely out of it. Javier typically used sex for two, often overlapping, reasons: to vent his frustrations and to seek some sort of human contact and connection.

But with you, it’s the first time, in a really long time, that it feels like something more for him. It’s fun. It’s freeing. And it actually makes him happy. It feels so damn good. Even if he can’t figure out why it also feels different.

Javier mainly expresses love in two ways: through acts of service and physical touch.

Javier knows you’re a capable, independent woman. He doesn’t doubt that for a second. But when he sees you struggling, he’s not going to hesitate to step in. It doesn’t matter if it’s to curse at your landlord until he fixes your hot water or to pick up takeout when he knows your swamped with work. He always wakes up early, so taking Sunny out on her morning walk is a given. She’s already waiting at the front door for him anyway. He’ll happily let you drag him around Los Angeles to all of your favorite restaurants and museums and bookshops if it means spending time with you.

He also wants to feel you at all times. During sex, his hands never idle, always roaming your body. When you’re sitting across from each other at some dimly lit restaurant, his hand will automatically reach for yours. Better yet, he’ll opt for a booth so he can throw and arm over your shoulders and hold you close. He’ll drag a chair around to his side of the desk so that you can sit next to him while you both grade papers. He’ll probably sleep through whatever movie you rented on vhs that week, but he’ll happily sit on the couch and hold you. Better yet, he’ll curl up for a nap with his head on your lap, soothed to sleep by your gentle fingers running through his hair. And at night, when you finally retire to sleep, he will always want to hold you. There’s nothing quite like when you seek out his touch, whether it’s to hold his hand while he’s driving, to quickly press a kiss to his lips as you pass him in the department hallways, or when you climb onto his lap for something a little more heated. Knowing you want him like that drives him crazy in the best possible way.

On that note, you need words of affirmation and quality time together. He already wants to spend all of his time with you, so that parts easy. But speaking his feelings is less natural to him. This extends beyond the well-noted praise kink in the bedroom too. He is quick to reassure you that he’s happy to be with you, that he wants to spend time with you, that you mean something to him, that he thinks you’re amazing. Sometimes the words are clunky and feel strange on his tongue. Sometimes he has trouble articulating these thoughts. But he never wants you to doubt that he cares about you, so he tries his best.

The two of you learn these parts of each other quickly. Even if the word love is never used, you understand what the other needs and how they receive love.

When Lorraine teased Javier, saying “can you imagine if we were actually married?” it struck a nerve. Javier gives his signature little head tilt shrug and tries to brush it off. He walks away but he looks back at her interacting with her son and husband and has the saddest expression. The truth is there was some part of him that did imagine that future even if he thought it’s unavailable to him. That he didn’t deserve it. That he had to choose work over that life. He regrets the way he treated Lorraine, but he made his decision. He needed to get out of Laredo and see the world. Try to make some sort of difference.

Now, he’s got to decide if it’s something he wants. And if love and a family is something he’ll let himself have.

[formeandmyfics]

Jugenea Fic

IN STITCHES

just a short, random, fun one

1956

New Frontier Hotel

Vegas

It was nearing 4 a.m. when Judy turned out the lamp on the nightstand and snuggled into the feather-down comforter of her hotel bedroom. The darkness, along with the fresh, cool sheets, made her immediately drift off into sleep. As she did so, her mind replayed tonight's events.  

She was nearing the end of her contracted show at the hotel. Every show had been a success, and with such a great audience, she was having a blast. Unfortunately, that morning, she had come down with laryngitis. She could speak alright; singing, even a slow melody, her voice had come out raspy and trying any loud or high notes sounded like a good impersonation of Mickey Mouse. She panicked. She could not cancel that show, not just because of financial aspects with the hotel, but because she didn't want to have newspapers write more false claims as to why she cancelled, which some columnists had gotten almost venomous since she left MGM. Most importantly, she also didn't want to disappoint her fans.  

With Gene's quick thinking, he contacted their buddy Jerry Lewis, whom was in town, and begged him to help Judy out. Fortunately, he came through, but told both of them, "I'm scared shitless. I don't know what to do out there." Judy was nervous, too! She didn't know how the show would pan out or how the audience would react.

Gene had said to her, "They just want to see you. That’s all. You can sit at the edge of the stage and talk to them about the weather and they'd be happy. That's how magnetic you are, so go and use it. Go out there with Jer' and just have fun."

Jerry did his comedy bits, bantered with Judy, leaving her in hysterical laughter, and they interacted with the audience. Jerry also sang some of her songs, in her normal arrangements, including 'Rock-A-Bye' with Judy as his personal cheerleader by his side. The crowd didn't mind at all that she couldn't perform. It was a very intimate evening, and all-in-all, a smash. She was so very grateful.  

After the show, she had a late dinner with Gene and a few friends, including Frank and Lauren, who surprised her by showing up to the show. By 2 in the morning, more people started coming around their booth in the bar and the noise was too much for Judy's exhaustion. Gene wanted to stay there with Frank a bit more so he told her to get some sleep. Giving him a kiss goodnight, she went up to the room. After reading a book, she finally got sleepy and head to bed. And boy, it felt marvelous.  

In the downstairs lobby, Lauren shook her head, annoyed, as she walked hastily up to the front desk in the hotel's lobby.

"May I use the house phone, please?"

The receptionist nodded, "Here you are ma'am," then placed the phone on the corner for her.

"Thank you." She immediately dialed the Kelly's hotel suite. When there was no answer, she dialed again, but no answer.  

"Dammit, Judes," she murmured as she clicked the phone down. She hoped Judy hadn't taken a sleeping pill.  

The Kelly's suite was quiet, and dimly lit, as Lauren entered with Gene's key. The double doors to the bedroom were shut, no light coming from beneath them, so Lauren knew Judy was dead asleep. Still, out of curtesy, she knocked before entering. Walking over to the empty side of the bed, she turned on the lamp there.

“Judy,” with no response, Lauren kneeled on the bed and leaned over to softly shake her friends arm, “Judy. Wake up, hun.”

She stirred before turning, a puzzled look on her face, clearly still more asleep than wake, “Betty?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What are you doing in my room,” she asked sitting up.

“Something’s happened. Are you awake?”

“What time is it?”

“4. You gotta get up. Gene’s got himself in a dilly,” Lauren said getting off the bed to grab Judy’s silk robe which hung over the vanity chair.

“What do you mean,” she asked alarmed.

“Some drunk asshole kept running his mouth and Gene kept antagonizing him. It ended in a brawl and Gene cut his arm pretty bad.”

Judy bolted out of bed putting her robe on, “Oh my God. Is he alright?”

“He’s okay, but the cut’s pretty deep. He won’t stop bleeding. The bartender gave him a rag to hold on his arm. I told him he needs stitches but he won’t stop arguing with me,” Lauren said as she followed Judy into the living room.

“Where is he now?”

“Downstairs with Frank talking to the house detective.”

“Oh, wonderful,” Judy said upset, “What should I do? I can't go down there like this. Lord knows what would come out in the papers if someone saw us.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Lauren went over and opened it. Gene came in first, and irritatingly nudged Frank’s hand off his back, as he did so.  

“Gene, what the hell have you done now?”

“I’m fine,” he said upset himself before he plopped onto the sofa.

“You’re not fine. You need stitches.”

“I don’t need fucking stitches, Betty. I told you that.”

“Please don’t talk to her like that, let me see,” Judy said sitting next to him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lauren replied unphased, “He’s cranky and has a gash the size of the Grand Canyon. I think it’s all the blood loss that’s messed with the tone in his voice.”

Judy tried not to smile at Lauren’s sarcasm, but Gene shot her a dirty look as if they were siblings. When Judy got the rag off of his arm carefully, she looked at her husband horrified.

“For Christ sakes, Gene.”

“Baby, I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay. You’re still bleeding. Look at the damn rag. It’s soaked,” she cried out.

“He needs a hospital.”

“He’s not going to a hospital because that’s dramatic and a waste of time,” Frank cut in, “Just call the house doctor.”

“I’m not taking him to the hospital or calling the house doctor,” Judy said getting up and walked across the room towards the phone, “If this gets out, people will think he came down with a Judy Garland ailment.”

“Judy,” Gene yelled shocked, then shot her a look over his shoulder, “That’s not funny.”

With the phone to her ear, she waved him off, clearly had been poking fun at her own expense.

“Who are you calling,” Frank asked.

“Tom Jacobs. He came to see the show tonight and is staying at the hotel,” she said of their doctor friend, a prominent Beverly Hills physician, “Maybe he can come look at Gene.”

“You’re going to wake him up at four in the morning,” Gene asked.

“Yes, so my husband doesn’t bleed to death...Hi, Tom? Hi, it’s Judy. I’m so sorry to wake you up, but I don’t know what to do. I’m alright, but Gene’s got himself in a pickle. He cut his arm pretty bad and we think he need stitches...”

“I DON’T NEED STITCHES,” Gene yelled interrupting her.

Judy continued, looking at her husband upset and yelled back at Gene covering the receiver with her hand, “He DEFINITELY needs stiches! Ok. Yes. Room 209. Thank you, darling. Buh bye.”

She walked on back over to Gene and sat down next to him again, “Why did you antagonize him, especially when you know he’s a drunk. You know I hate that stuff,” she said in a stern, wifely manner.

“If you heard the things he was saying, you would have thrown your martini in his face,” Gene retorted leaning his head back against the couch tired.

“Judging by what he was saying, she would have thrown it on his crotch,” Frank agreed.

“How hammered are you,” Judy asked.

“Scale?”

She sighed impatiently, “1-10.”

“4.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“No,” Lauren interrupted, “He didn’t drink that much.”

“I can attest,” Sinatra added.

When Gene rolled his head to look at her with a ‘see’ expression, she smiled, softening.

“What did the house detective say,” Lauren asked her buddy next to her.

“Threw the guy out and I sweet-talked him and he let us go,” Frank quipped quite proud.

“Are you in pain,” Judy asked sweeping some of his hair back with her fingers.

“No. Can't really feel my arm right now.”

“Can you feel this,” she asked and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“That I can definitely feel.”

When the doctor came, Lauren and Frank said their goodbyes to give them privacy. Tom looked Gene over and took his vitals.

“Well, here’s the deal, bud,” Tom said, “Your vitals are great. Your blood pressure is just a little high but that’s to be expected after what happened. And your wife is right. You definitely need stitches.”

“Fuck,” Gene said to himself.

Judy looked at Tom and whispered, “He hates needles.”

“Tell ya what, pal, I’m gonna give you some happy juice so while I suture you up, you won’t feel a thing.”

Judy lit herself a cigarette as the doc worked on Gene’s stitches, who looked like he was asleep. She paced slowly back and forth. The movement caught Gene’s eye and his head slowly rolled to look at her. He tried focusing his eyes a moment, and when he did, he made a silly grin.

“Hey, you.”

Judy stopped in her tracks and looked over at him, exhaling.

“How are you feeling?”

“Come here,” he said and reached his free arm out towards her, lazily.

“Gene, don’t move, please,” the doc said looking through his magnifying glasses.

Judy immediately went over and took that hand so he wouldn’t continue to move.

“You’re beautiful.”

Judy let out a surprised chuckle, “Even at the crack of dawn, huh?”

“Is that what it is?”

“Pretty much.”

“You look familiar.”

Judy’s eyes widened and she looked up at Tom who just smiled not lifting his eyes, “Don’t worry about him. It’s the same effect as if he’s coming off anesthesia. He’ll be fine.”

“Well, you look familiar, too,” Judy played along.

“I’m Gene Kelly,” he stated proudly, but still with a slurred speech.

“Nice to get reacquainted, I’m Judy Kelly.”

His smile faded and he furrowed his eyebrows, “We have the same last name? Oh, no, you're not my sister are you?”

Judy let out a laugh but quickly cleared her throat, “No, darling, I’m your wife.”

“What’s your maiden name?”

“What an odd question. You want my maiden name or my given name?”

“Pick.”

“Well, you probably remember me more as Judy Garland.”

“Wait,” Gene went to sit up but Judy pushed him back, “I married Judy Garland?”

“Yeeeees,” she teased.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled to himself which made her laugh again.  

“Oh my goodness,” she giggled.

“How long we been hitched?”

“5 years.”

“How can I not remember this? Where have I been this whole time?”

“You’ve been with me...dancing me off my feet and giving me two little Kelly’s.”

“We got kids?”

“Yes, sir,” she said reaching for her cigarette again, “A four-year-old girl and a one-year-old boy.”

“Can I see them?”

“I’m sorry, darling,” she giggled feeling a tad uncomfortable with her husband’s temporary amnesia, “Your parents came and took them home with them a few days ago. We’ll be with them again next week when we leave here. Tom,” Judy said a bit worried, “How long is this going to last?”

“Oh, it’ll wear off in about an hour, if not sooner. It’s a completely normal reaction, Judy, don’t worry yourself.”

“I’m worried he’ll want to re-do our honeymoon and have two more kids in that next hour since he can’t remember,” she teased.

They both suddenly heard Gene softly snoring and Judy felt relieved.

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that. He’s going to have a very restful night’s sleep.”

“He’s such an idiot sometimes,” she said looking at her cute, sleeping husband, “But he’s my idiot.”

[luna-redamancy]

Yayness! If it's not too much to ask, can I request a legolas x half-elf!reader? Since reader is half-elf, she looks human and is mortal.

Here you go, lovely! I hope you enjoy this ❤️

“Ada!!” Your children squealed, jumping out of the bed when they heard their father’s boots on the wooden floor. Shaking your head with a grin, you too got off the edge of their bed, closing the storybook you had in your hands.  “Hello my beauties,” Legolas cooed, picking up both of your daughters, a wide grin on his face as he pecked both of their cheeks.

“Girls, you know it’s time for bed,” You reminded them, fully knowing they wouldn’t go to bed until their father wore them out.

The two girls displayed the puppy dog eyes they inherited from their father, silently begging you to let them stay awake with their father. Legolas chuckled, “How about, I tell you girls a story while your Naneth gets ready for bed hm?” He reasoned, grinning when they both nodded eagerly, “Go to bed and I’ll be in there in just a little while then.” Legolas instructed, letting the two girls out of his arms as they ran to the bedroom.

“That was smooth,” You mumbled, walking into his arms and greeting him with a kiss. “Very,” He agreed as he sniffed your hair, smiling at the clasp holding your marriage braid. “I have children to appease, and you, my dear,–” He paused, pressing another kiss to your lips, “–Need to go relax, you look exhausted,” Legolas observed a frown on his face from seeing the light shining on your dark circles. Taking care of two young children and trying to make jewelry to sell as a hobby in the market, and wanting to take care of Legolas, it takes its toll after awhile.

Sighing you nodded, bumping your forehead against his, “I’ll go get ready for bed, I want to wait for you though, I miss falling asleep at the same time you do,” You mumbled as he nodded in response, giving you a kiss on the nose before walking down the hall to your daughter’s awaiting bedroom.

“What story are you going to tell, Ada?” Your youngest daughter questioned, a twinkle in her eye as the older girl watched quietly, her arms wrapped around her stitched bunny.

“I’m going to tell you, the story of how I met your mother,” He began smiling as the memory began to play in his mind.

The market of Dale was bustling with activity, for all goods could be found here in this vast city. After the Battle of The Five Armies was finished, the people of Esgaroth set out to make a new home, in Dale. It took years, but over the course of sixty years, the city was now back to its former glory before Smaug’s destruction.

Legolas smiled softly as he walked through the crowd, having no rush in mind as he examined each and every stall of goods before him. Jewelry, spices, fabrics, pottery, gems, everything you could think to buy, you could.

“Sir, would you like to try our freshly baked bread? Spices directly from Hobbiton!” A woman cheered out to him, making him tilt his head, “I would love some,” He nodded with a smile, reaching into his pocket to grab out his money pouch, planting two silver coins in the woman’s hand. Not noticing her nod her head slightly to a woman behind him.

“Here you go, dear,” The woman said with a grin, handing him a loaf of the seasoned bread. “Thank you,” Legolas bowed his head slightly as he kept walking, accidentally bumping into a woman in front of him.

The woman quickly slid her hand into his pocket, grabbing his money pouch. “Oh, I am so sorry!” She gasped, an apologetic smile on her face, as she quickly pulled away, taking the money pouch in her hand, slyly tucking it into her skirt before he could notice. “My apologies, I wasn’t paying attention,” Legolas apologized, but before he could say anything else, she was gone in the crowd again.

You watched the scene from your jewelry booth, glaring at the woman as she walked away. No one seemed to notice what just happened, but you did. Maybe, because of your half-elven heritage, you could see things better than them, you could see the smallest movement without much effort. What shocked you, was that the elven man didn’t seem to notice his money pouch was gone.

Sighing you stood up from your stool, deciding to do something about it. Yes, times could get hard, but you knew those women. They don’t steal out of necessity, they steal simply because they can. The two would steal even from a child if it meant that they would gain something out of it.

“Ana, could you watch my booth?” You asked your dear hobbit friend, who nodded with a grin, “Of course, (y/n)!” She gave you a thumbs up as you nodded, leaving the booth and walking in the direction of the woman who pickpocketed the tall elven man.

Walking through the market your eyes narrowed in on the woman, now pickpocketing a slightly intoxicated man. Rolling your eyes at her antics you made your move.

Walking past the two as she kept conversation with the drunk man who somehow noticed she took his money, you slyly reached your hand into her pocket, pretending to get bumped into by the large man carrying ale barrels. Pulling the money pouch into your own pocket, you mumbled an apology before continuing on your way.

You lifted up your head, your slightly taller height giving you an advantage as you searched through the crowd. “A-hah!” You thought as you saw him walk into the local inn.

“One room for the night please,” Legolas told the Innkeeper who nodded and waited for Legolas to pull out the coins.

Legolas reached into his pocket, only to find nothing. Eyes widening, he kept searching for the pouch that should have been in his pocket. “Sir, if you don’t have any coin, I cannot give you a room,” The Innkeeper reminded, not liking his time wasted.

“J-just a moment, it must be here somewhere,” Legolas stammered with an embarrassed smile, walking to the side so the Innkeeper could help another group that came in behind him.

“Sir?” You called out to the blond elf, watching as his head snapped up, “I think you lost this,” You held out the money pouch, watching as his eyes narrowed, slowly taking it from you. “Where?” He questioned, knowing it was unlikely to have fallen out of his pocket.

“For an elf, you don’t really watch around you much, do you?” You questioned him with a light laugh, “The woman who sold you bread, it was a con to see where you had your money pouch, then her friend pickpocketed you.” You explained remembering the way she bumped into him.

“The woman who ran into me,” He recalled causing you to nod, “How did you see all of that?” He questioned again, not seeing any elven features about you. “Half-Elf,” You explained, causing him to nod.

“Well… As thanks for returning it to me, can I buy you a pint?” He questioned, nodding to the Inn’s dining room.

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled as he returned you with a smile as well, walking to the counter, now able to rent the room for the night and gain entry to the dining room.

“-And that is how I met your mother, she saved me from not having a single silver coin to my name,” Legolas finished as he looked at his two daughters, seeing the youngest one fast asleep and the other barely hanging on to consciousness.

Smiling, Legolas leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before moving to the older one, “Goodnight my starlight,” He cooed, kissing her forehead before leaving the room, blowing out the candle that dimly lit the room.

Walking across the hall, Legolas smiled when he saw that the candle was still lit in your shared bedroom. Opening the door quietly, Legolas silently shut it as you laid in bed, a book opened as you lay on your side. Smiling at your figure, Legolas slipped off his boots and his tunic. Pulling off his work pants and undershirt, Legolas tugged on a simple linen sleep pant.

“That was quick,” You broke the silence, finishing the page you were working on, putting the bookmark on the new page. Chuckling softly, Legolas slid into bed behind you, pulling you to his chest. “Well, I was in a hurry to get to my neglected wife,” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Laughing you turned to face him, a grin on your face. “Well, then I thank you oh so gracious husband for returning to me.”

Legolas chuckled at your sleepy attempt of sarcastic humor and kissed you softly. Pulling away you rested your head on his chest. “What story did you tell them anyway?”

“The story of how we met,” Legolas replied, twirling one of your hairs in his hand. You hummed in response, a smile on your face as you remembered the night that the two of you sat in the inn’s dining room, drinking and sharing stories, learning about each other.

Picking up his wedding braid off his shoulder, you pressed a kiss to the moonstone clasp holding his braid in place. “I’m glad you got pickpocketed that day,” you mused, knowing that if he didn’t, you two probably wouldn’t have ever met. Humming in agreement, Legolas rested his head against yours.

“I’d trade every coin I would ever come across in my entire life to have you by my side,” Legolas mumbled as you felt your insides warm at his words.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

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[sympathyfortheblinderdevil]

Diversion: Chapter 2

Diversion: Chapter 1 can be found on my masterlist because Tumblr hates links.

...and I ran, I ran so far away

Esme left the stable in a blur. Her heart throbbed in her ears and her limbs felt numb. The haze that enveloped her was interrupted by occasional flashes of panic which overcame her in realization of what she had done.

 But, what had she done? Her consciousness lurched between savoring the memory of the moment when she wrapped her arms around Tommy and justifying the action as spontaneous and innocent. Like Tommy had said, it was just a sisterly show of affection. It was really only a hug. There was the matter of the kiss... She tried to convince herself that it meant nothing, but then she felt Tommy’s soft lips lingering on hers and saw the look in his eyes when she pulled away from him. She was in an awful kind of limbo, suffering for sins that she hadn’t even enjoyed.

 She wondered why the fuck Tommy was always around her lately. For the last year he had made a point of avoiding her, but last week he insinuated himself into her life—into her personal business with John. At first, she wrote it off as Tommy keeping an eye on his brother’s home life for the sake of the Blinders. After all, John was no good to him if he was distracted. After tonight, though, she wondered if Tommy had other motives. If anything, Tommy was methodical; maybe he had been patiently waiting for an opening.

 She walked up the lane at a quick pace, every step drawing her closer to her destination. She needed to see John. Her conscience craved absolution that only he could give. If she could confess to her husband what she’d done, maybe the shame that she felt would be erased. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath made soft white clouds in the dingy air. The ash from the forges of Small Heath swirled and parted in her path as she swept around the corner into the warm lights of the pub.

 She reached the threshold to the Garrison and drew a shaky breath. She had to get this right. She would have one chance to present her side of what happened and make it seem beyond reproach. She paused for a moment while she thought about how she could tell John that she’d thrown herself at Tommy’s head.  John may be easy to sway, but Arthur had no emotional attachment to her. Arthur would be able to smell bullshit from a mile away. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.

 If she stayed quiet, John would never know. Tommy sure as hell wouldn’t say anything, but keeping this secret to herself would do her no favors. If she kept it to herself, it was as good as admitting that she felt something for Tommy. She couldn’t bear to face his cold blue eyes filled with the smug assumption that she ached for his touch. She stood up straight and set her mind on what she needed to accomplish. She was an honorable woman. She had kept to herself while John had his fill of philandering. She had nothing to hide.

 After a moment’s hesitation, she had worked up the nerve to go inside.

 John was not expecting to see Esme at The Garrison. He and Arthur had drained a bottle between them and called out for another. The willowy blond barmaid who had delivered the bottle was sitting in the booth next to John and sprang to her feet when Esme came into the snug. As she skittered away, John visibly squirmed in his seat, readjusting himself. Esme bit the inside of her cheek and ignored the retreating girl who was practically in her husband’s lap and reminded herself why she was there.

 “John!” she beamed, “com’ere you!” She slid into the booth and took his bewildered face into her hands. In an uncharacteristic display of public affection, she kissed him deeply. When she pulled away from him, she gazed adoringly into his eyes. “I’ve seen the ‘orse. He’s beautiful.” Esme ignored the fact that the seat was still warm from the barmaid’s ass and tried to look hopelessly smitten by her husband.

 John was gobsmacked. He’d agreed to let Tommy pick a horse for Esme to ride, but hadn’t given it much thought since then. She was convincingly over the moon about the horse, and he decided that it wouldn’t hurt to take the credit. He straightened up and slid his arm around Esme’s waist, “I’m glad you found him to your liking, love. Arthur and I were just discussing how I bought him.” He winked at Arthur who willingly played along.

 You were just buttering up that barmaid, Esme thought, but outwardly she giggled and pressed herself into John’s side. “I was so excited that I nearly knocked Thomas down. I hugged him and gave him a peck before I thought what I was doing,” she giggled. “His face was a right picture!”

 There it was, what should have been an insurance policy against any guilty feelings or repercussions. John and Arthur laughed along with her. Esme breathed a sigh of relief, but deep in her heart, a seed had been planted. She nearly shuddered at the thought of what could grow there in time.

 She felt an overwhelming urge to be close to John. She snaked an arm into his jacket and around his waist. He shifted the toothpick in his mouth and looked sideways at her. “Ay girl, what are you up to?” he teased.

 “Come home with me and find out,” she purred, playing along.

 “Me and Arthur still have some business to go over. Run along home and I’ll...”

 Esme couldn’t stand his rejection. Not tonight. She pushed away from him and broke in, “You’ll what, John? Get that blonde slut back in here the second I’ve walked out?”

 Her temper flared and she faced him with her eyes flashing a warning. The shit between her and Tommy was all John’s bloody fault. How was she supposed to feel when he so obviously thought that she was an idiot? When he blatantly flaunted his infidelities in front of her face?

 “You’re out of order, Esme,” John quietly insisted. “Go home and I’ll be there soon.”

 “I swear to God, if you come home smelling like that tart’s cheap perfume…”

 “Go on,” Arthur cajoled, “I’ll make sure that he trots home within the hour.”

 Esme shifted her eyes between the both of them and decided to cut her losses. She would go home, even though her insides were still shaking and her heart ached with uncertainty. “See that you do.”

 ***

 The children would be sleeping by the time she got home. She thought about having a bath and a few glasses of brandy while she waited. One part of her needed to hold John in the same way that a child craves the reassurance of a parent when it’s done something naughty. The other part resented John for pushing Tommy to take an interest in her, and she in him. After all, if her husband wasn’t fucking around Tommy would have no reason to be involved.

 The house was dark except for a lamp that burned low in the parlor. Esme thanked her lucky stars for the dimly lit room and skirted the light, rushing through the shadows and hiding her face from Polly.

 “Thanks for putting the kids to bed, Pol. I’m going up to have a bath.”

 “Where’s John?” Polly called to Esme’s back.

 She seemed not much more than a blur of tangled curls as she brushed past Pol on her way through the house.

 “Esme!”

 She stopped and braced herself for Polly’s questions. Esme had hoped that she could get up the stairs without Polly looking her in the face.

 “Did John not come home with you?”

 Esme dreaded having to answer. Pol could read anyone, and her delinquency would surely be apparent when she spoke. “He’s at the Garrison drinking. Where else?”

 Polly rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Was Tommy at the stables?”

 The sound of his name sent a cold shock through her body. She tried to separate herself from the person who embraced Tommy just hours ago. She nodded her head. “He was unloading the horses.” She tried to act naturally and coached her face into a smile. “He gave one to me.”

 “John bought the horse for you.” Polly no more believed her words than Esme did. They both knew that Tommy had bought the horse for her, but Pol tried to help her errant nephew’s cause.

 Esme took the hint and changed tack, “Right, well, if I want to go for a ride tomorrow I’ll need to be up early.” She turned toward the stairs, but before she could make her way toward the silence she so desperately needed, Polly stopped her again.

 Polly had noticed something odd in Esme’s demeanor, but she couldn’t put her finger on what was wrong. “Have you and John been fighting tonight?”

 Esme looked Polly in the eye and gave her an honest account. “I asked him to come home, and he made an excuse to stay at the Garrison.”

 She didn’t have the heart to mention the barmaid who she suspected was sitting on her husband’s lap as they spoke. Polly understood her silence and didn’t push Esme any farther.

 The steaming hot water soothed her sore muscles but did little to settle her mind. As she soaked she watched the clock. Over an hour had passed and John had yet to come home. Worse than that, whenever she closed her eyes she replayed the moment that she pulled away from Tommy and saw his gaze lazily drifting over her. She could still feel his fingers pressing into her shoulders and smell the smoke and whisky on his skin. Whatever happened between her and John tonight, she had to steer clear of Tommy tomorrow.

JFC, I don’t know where I am going with this. It’s really my personal catharsis. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 3 can be found on my masterlist because Tumblr hates links.

[softscottlang]

Dogfight (Tom Holland) part 3

[Military!Tom x Reader]

Part one  Part two  Part Three 

warnings: Implied smut (I’m sfw I’m sorry) but that’s it folks

Summary: First date, Last night. What could happen?

A/N: This is based off of the musical Dogfight! Thanks to @parkerstan for the beautiful moodboard again. 

Word Count: 2.3k 

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“Go on one date with me, please Y/N”

Tom was practically begging you to give him a second chance, for you to forgive him and let him prove that he was worthy of you. He had messed up, he betrayed your trust and made you feel awful about yourself, but doesn’t everyone deserve the right to redeem themselves?

“Please…” His soft plea was not only audible, but it was also physical. His eyes were softer, his body for tense and eager to reach out to you. He was begging you with his whole body.

“Fine.” You breathe in a heavy sigh, feeling yourself cave in to the boy in front of you. He went out of his way to be here, so that you knew how he really felt. He cared about you after only one night of knowing each other.

“Thank you! You won’t regret this, I promise!” Tom was practically bouncing off of the walls with excitement. His heart was racing, and a smile was displayed on his face.

You prayed that this wouldn’t end up in a disaster. You prayed that your heart wouldn’t be broken when you come home to sleep the next morning, which was today due to the quickly passing time.

Tom had settled down, unlike your heart rate, and he was now just staring at you, as if he were waiting for you to do something.

“Well are you ready to go?” Tom asked you as if it were the simplest question in the world. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to go in the outfit that you were wearing or if you wanted to change. His mother would always change and dress for the occasion, so he didn’t know if all women were that way.

“Oh, tonight? Like now?” You were quick to react, startling Sylvester from his spot of the futon. “Let me just put on some jeans.” You quickly grab a pair and head to the bathroom. Tom closes your front door and walks towards your dog.

Sylvester was a lovable puppy, he liked to cuddle and give kisses. Tom couldn’t help but be reminded of Tessa when he looked at the small black and white dog. He missed his home, but he knew he needed to protect his country like his father had. He needed to be a man, we couldn’t be some kind of pansy, could he?

“Tom are you ready?” You said to the curly haired boy, laughing when his head snapped towards you in embarrassment for catching his lost in thought. He nodded quickly before giving Sylvester one more pet and walking towards where you were. “So where are we going this late at night?”

Tom chuckled from beside you as he waited for you to lock the door on your way out. He was still over the moon that you had even said yes to him in the first place.

“A nice restaurant that my friend used to work for.” Tom said slowing his pace, so it was more of a slow walk instead of a quick stepping one.

You both fell into comfortable conversation as if you were close friends. You spoke of your dreams and ambitions, what you were studying in college while Tom listened with open ears, he loved listen to you talk with so much passion. It gave him hope for his life, like he could find something that made him that passionate.

After awhile of talking, you felt something reach for your hand. It was calloused and rough, but the tough was so soft and tender that you didn’t mind. You looked to see Tom’s fingers gently intertwining with yours, ever so smoothly.

When you didn’t pull away, he smiled a little bit, happy that you felt comfortable enough with him to let him be this close to you. You felt heat rise to your face from feeling so vulnerable yet fine with Tom. You knew he wasn’t just another person that would fade into your passed, he was going to impact it somehow, even if it was just this one night.

Tom stopped in front of a fancy restaurant called ‘Casa’s’ You had heard about it but never had the opportunity to actually eat there before. You felt a bubbling feeling of excitement wash over you as the brunette boy lead you towards the door.

The interior was dimly lit, dark wood and grey stones were the theme color while the green plants accented it. It was visually appealing and made you calm when you looked around. Tom was already at the hostess podium when you had finally finished looking around.

“I’m sorry sir, you don’t have a reservation and we’re closing soon.” You looked past her to see that the restaurant had only a few patrons left. You started to love the excited feeling as gears began spinning in your head. Tom was arguing with the hostess about letting him eat here tonight.

“I’m sorry to bother you miss, but it’s our last night before my husband is to leave for war, we just got married. This is the last thing on our bucket list before he leaves.” You made the most childish and sad face you could muster, trying to play the part convincingly.

“I’m sorry but I simply don’t have the seats for you.” Instead of commenting abut how there was only six other people in the restaurant, you speak again, trying to play with her emotions.

“Please, he could die!” The mood shifted when she grabbed two menus and lead you to a booth near the bathrooms.

Tom was impressed at your acting abilities to improv your way to having a dinner. He was happy that you were proud of yourself as well. The hostess walked away, and it was only a short time before he was able to start laughing at your choice of words.

“Husband, really?” Tom said in between his fits of laughter. His laughs were like wind chimes in your ears, they made your stomach flip in happiness.

“Do you have a problem with that Tom?” You ask pointedly, despite the smile that was plastered on your face.

“Not at all darling, not at all.” Tom was staring at you, eyes full of admiration and something else he wasn’t quite sure of yet.

His answer made your heart flutter in ways you hadn’t thought was possible. You both continue to talk before a waiter comes and takes your order, you ordered pasta and breadstick while Tom just got a beer. You didn’t dwell on it, maybe it was a soldier thing.

It wasn’t long before your drinks and food were on the table.

“This is really good, you should get some.” You say with sauce on your chin.

“No, it’s okay love, I’m not hungry.” Tom giggles before reaching over and wiping the extra sauce off of your chin and licks it from his thumb. Your face heats up slightly.

“Tom, there is no way you aren’t hungry!” You say to the curly hair man across from you.

“Well, I haven’t got the money to pay for your food and another entrée, so I just got a beer” He says looking at his lap from embarrassment. He was an awful man, if he hadn’t been in the dogfight, he could have just taken you on a proper date this whole evening instead of at this early in the morning.

You felt awful, if Tom would have said something, you would have brought your wallet. He shouldn’t feel responsible for paying for the bill.

“Tom! You’re not only having a beer!” You say as you start to scrape some of the food onto the plate your side had come on. You were sure to give him way over half because you knew he was hungry. As much as Tom wanted to deny it, the food was making his stomach growl and body crave it.

“Darling, I can’t, that’s yours.” He was sure that you were hungry too, you had cried because of him today and he wanted you to feel better.

What’s fin is your Thomas, take the food.” You push the plate over to him forcefully, making sure that he knew you weren’t going to take it back. Tom took the food and started eating it with his fork.

The conversation remained casual as the two of you ate, there were a few silences, but they were comfortable, no one felt that they had to talk more than they wanted.

Soon the bill had been paid and you had started walking back to your apartment, hand in hand and a tired silence around the two of you. It was now around three in the morning and you knew that the night was still far from over, Tom was to leave soon, and you didn’t want to waste any precious time with him.

When you reached the door, you quickly unlocked it. Not without fumbling with the keys in your pocket, but still fumbling none the less. Tom waited outside, not wanting to be invasive of your personal space. You saw him standing there and asked him a question, knowing full and well what the out come was going to be.

“Do you want to come in?” Your voice was soft, inviting the curly haired boy to come into the small apartment, he quickly obliged. Closing the door behind him.

Tom was standing close to you, inching closer by the second and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He was close enough that you could feel his hot breath on your face, his strong deodorant scent filling your nostrils and numbing your senses. There was a moment where nothing happened, both of you waiting for the other to make the first move. Eyes travelling from lips to the others irises.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked so quiet, that if someone else had been in the room, they wouldn’t have heard it. You nodded softly before Tom slowly closed the already small gap between you two.

His lips were soft, unlike his hands, they were gentle but fierce. They moved kissed yours ever so slowly, to make sure you were comfortable with him before he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your hands into his curled hair and held him there like he was going to disappear if you didn’t.

You took your hands out of his hair and trailed open mouth kisses from his mouth to his neck, all while leading his towards the futon in the living room. You push him onto the couch and stood there as he looked at you with wonder and care in his eyes.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, hands shaking with nervousness and excitement all at the same time. You felt something slowly grab your hands, stopping the motion of you pulling the shirt up.

“You don’t have to, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret or be uncomfortable about.” Tom said making sure not to break eye contact with you. You took his and off of yours and put in back to his side.

“But I want to Tom.”

 ~~~

You were both naked under the throw blanket you had kept on the futon for decoration, after getting up to use the bathroom, you had stayed cuddled into Tom’s chest. You were calm and tired, both of you refusing to sleep. Not to mention the sweat that had been coating your bodies anyway.

“Was I any good?” You didn’t know why Tom asked you, but his voice was fragile. It made your happiness falter at hearing it.

“Well I don’t exactly have anyone to compare it to.” You say in an equally quiet voice. “But you were amazing, I’m happy we did that.”

“I’m happy too, I don’t exactly have the most experience in sex.” There was a comfortable silence. “I’m glad you were my first Y/N.”

You stayed close together, limbs wrapped and tucked around each other for a long while before you drifted of to sleep, only to be awoken minutes later from Tom getting up and leaving an empty space in the couch.

“Tom?” You ask, seeing his figure a foot away by the coffee table.

“Sorry love, I’ve got to go. Can’t be late to you know… fight for the country.” Tom was quiet as he hopped out of the small futon and pulled his underwear back on, soon followed by the rest of his clothes. He leaned over to kiss you one last time before leaving. It was soft and full of emotion, hoping that maybe one day, it might happen again, but also knowing that it probably won’t.

“Here, it has my number, e-mail and home address, contact me so I know your safe, yeah?” You tried to put on your best brave face for Tom, knowing he needed it more than you did, but cracked. Tears had started falling down your face as you watched his pale hand take the white paper from your fragile hand.

Tom leaned over, wiped the tears away and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I promise I’ll come back for you.” You watched as he walked out of the door, your heart was broken and falling, you felt cracked and busted.

And that was the last time you would ever see Tom Holland walk out of that door.

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So I started this drabble like...two years ago? A long time ago and finally found myself going back to it and finishing! It’s of Hotaru and Alec’s first meeting and basically sets up Hotaru meeting Kura again and starting all that. 

There is cursing but uhh i think that’s the only warning it needs?? 

“Oh, I see you’re settling in already. Do you have much more to carry in?” A kind voice coming from an equally as kind woman steals him away from his thoughts. She stands in the doorway, dark hair loosely pulled back into a braid. For some reason the sight makes his heart lurch but he thinks nothing more of it. Sudden interaction with another always brought upon some small form of panic within. It wasn’t anything new so wasn’t anything he needed to question.

“This is it, actually..” Hotaru replies, trailing off as he’s not sure how to feel about his answer. He looks down at the duffel bag he has placed in the middle of the room. The fact he’s standing in his own apartment is still a little surreal. A week before it had only been a idea, a plan in progress. And before that a mere dream. Now it was the real deal and the half demon finds himself feeling disconnected despite the reality of it.

The apartment was more a decent size room with a kitchenette. The only furniture it had room for was a bed, shelf, and low sitting table. The shelf and table would have to wait. For now it only contained the bed, something that had been left behind and graciously donated to Hotaru by the kind woman at the doorway.

The landlord, Mrs. Sai. A woman who couldn’t be more than forty that had taken over as landlord with her husband's passing. That was as much as Hotaru had been told. It was enough for him, he wasn’t going one to pry for more information that needed.

There was a closet and bathroom too, small and cramped. Hotaru had no complaints over the size, having his own place was enough for him. He was thankful enough to find a place that had private commodities for a price he could afford. Though the only way he was able to afford it was his new job at the very same apartment. He wouldn’t get as much of a paycheck, most of it going to pay for the room (discounted for employees). It would be enough to survive on if he was careful and budgeted.

“A minimalist? I wish I could live in such a way,” The woman takes a few steps into the room, enough to pass the kitchenette and enter the main area that served as living and bedroom, “I am way too sentimental, I can’t give up things so easily if they have some sort of emotional value to me.”

Hotaru doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s never had many possessions to call his own. Clothes mostly, leftover school supplies, his cellphone, and a few CD’s. Anything else had always been owned by whatever family or facility he had been passed to. He didn’t mind, it had only made the move that much easier to go through with.

“ Your spare key.” She holds out the small piece of metal and Hotaru takes it with a thanks. He’ll have to find a safe place to keep that.

“If you have any questions I’m on the first floor.” With a polite nod of the head she disappears out the door and down the hallway. Hotaru thanks her again just as she turns and is finally left alone with his thoughts.

Somewhere further into the apartment he can hear a shower running, a woman laughing.

Hotaru sits on the bed cross legged, pulling out the last bit of cash he had on him to count. Guilt wormed its way into the pit of his stomach. The money wasn’t his but he tells himself it was for the best. Being on his own was better than bothering another family. He tells himself that they would thank him, breathe a sigh of relief. He’d pay them back of course, once he could save enough.

A knock at the door brings Hotaru out of his thoughts and he quickly stuffs the money back into his pocket. Making the short distance to the entryway Hotaru opens the door just enough to stick his head outside.

“Howdy!” A tall man with choppy, auburn hair and the most ridiculous grin Hotaru had ever seen stood before him. A equally as ridiculous jacket hangs loosely over his frame, the hood an overflowing amount of fluff. Something about the guy immediately made Hotaru want to punch his face in.

Hotaru does the next best thing and slams the door shut, his hand resting on the knob. Annoying was written all over the strange man, his greeting proof enough for Hotaru. With a click of the lock Hotaru turns to go back to his bed.

He’s nearly there when he hears the door fly open, the man stepping into his new home. Shock on his face he turns into a defensive position. He had locked the door, right? He was positive. Internally he groans wondering if he already had to make a complaint to the landlord about a faulty lock system.

“Yo! Chill tiger, I’m not here to rob ya or something,” The man takes a few more steps, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. Gold eyes scan the room and Hotaru knows what the guy is thinking. Like there is anything to steal. Geez, what a loser. I almost pity him! They are Hotaru’s own words echoing in his own mind. That doesn’t take the sting away and it the imaginary insults are fuel for the irritation he’s feeling.

“What the hell do you want then?” Hotaru asks with a narrow look, body tense. His body ached to throw a punch, to submit dominance over this intruder. The feeling was in his veins, a feeling he had become uncomfortably familiar with.

The man, seemingly unfazed by Hotaru gearing up to fight, flopped down on the bed to sit. Such a nonchalant action causes Hotaru to stop, confusion seeping into his anger.

“Put your claws away, I’m just here to chat!” The man holds out a hand from where he sits, that stupid grin still plastered on his face. “My name’s Alec! I’m your next door neighbor!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Hotaru deflates, deadpanned. He had to live next to this? This place did seem to good to be true. It seems Hotaru finally found the catch. He was neighbors with a loud, obnoxious man-child. Harsh to assume since he had only met Alec minutes before but, as they say, if the shoe fits-

“Nah, it’s true! I came to welcome ya. Want to grab something to eat? My treat!” The ‘my treat’ is tacked on quickly at the end, possibly after remembering the pitiful state Hotaru’s apartment was in. Hotaru wanted to refuse, to drag the man out of his room and never speak to him again but that offer was too tempting. He didn’t have much money to make it to his first paycheck. As much as he hated it, handouts were a blessing right now.

“Fine.” Hotaru replies, relaxing a bit and going to grab his jacket. Alec shoots up from the bed and into the hallway, grin still there. He hums while Hotaru follows out, double checking the lock on his door. It did work. Damn, what was up with this guy?

Alec led him to a quiet street. Down that street set a small structure squished in between two much larger buildings. It didn’t reek of new but it wasn’t so old to gather any concern. From the fading neon lights outside it apparently was some sort of bar and grill. One light is of a traditional ogre mask, one horn’s light blinking lazily. The other set of lights read Demon’s Den. Dumb name, Hotaru thinks. As long as the food was good he wouldn’t complain.

The atmosphere of the building hits Hotaru all at once when they step in. It’s strong and reminds him of that uncomfortable feeling he gets sometimes. His eyes adjust immediately to the dimly lit space. It wasn’t crowded, a few individuals hung at the bar with a couple of the booths and tables occupied. There was music playing softly in the background but he couldn’t place what it was.

Alec waves down a waitress and finds them a seat, a booth in a lonely corner. The waitress happily slips over to them and smiles.

“It’s been awhile, Alec! Who’s your friend?” The waitress, a tall woman with the most perfectly done ponytail Hotaru had ever seen, sounds more interested than a normal staff member should. Was it his imagination or was her skin just a little too pink? He ignores it and instead occupies his mind with the menu sitting before him.

“This is Hotaru and that’s exactly why we are here.” Alec looks over at Hotaru as if they were both in on some sort of joke. A brown eyebrow lifts up in question but he stays silent. He had never given Alec his name. He stays quiet, the offer of free food keeping him from openly questioning anything yet.

Hotaru doesn’t catch what Alec orders but he’s sure he heard some alcoholic drink somewhere in there. The waitress turns toward Hotaru, patiently waiting his order. Looking at the menu had been an experience. Part of it had to have been written in code. There was a drink section listed in what seemed to be blood types. And he was sure he saw a salad made of poisonous plants.

“Hamburger steak, medium rare and water please.” He hands over his menu and the waitress moves along to turn in their orders. Finally the two are alone and Hotaru speaks up.

“You know my name.” Hotaru states, tone suspicious. He supposes Alec could have overheard Mrs.Sai say it, or perhaps the maintenance worker that Hotaru would be working under soon. Nonetheless, it was weird. Everything about this was weird.

“And you know mine! We have that in common.” Alec sits back on his side of the booth. It’s obvious he feels comfortable here as a long time customer. Hotaru doesn’t, though he doesn’t feel comfortable in most public places. This place had a lack of presence and crowds, something Hotaru could appreciate.

“I like to get to know the people like me when they move in. Get a feel for what their up to.” Alec says, eyes turning away and to the waitress approaching again with their drinks. With a wink and thank you Alec takes a long gulp of his bubbling drink. Hotaru sips at his water, unimpressed if that was what the other was trying to do.

“What do you mean like you?” Hotaru’s eyes narrow at the wording. He couldn't’ see anything that might connect the two in any way. They’ve never met before, Hotaru is sure of that. Alec had to be at least twenty and with Hotaru just having his 16th birthday two months ago it seems unlikely they ever met within a school setting.

“Okay well yeah I’m being pretty generous saying you’re like me, but what can I say, I’m a nice guy.” Alec takes another long gulp of his drink. Somehow he still has that dumb ass grin on his face despite the corners of his mouth at a neutral stance. “It’s not fair comparing a pure breed to a half-ling like you-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Hotaru crosses his arms, his voiced raised a bit. Nearby guests look over but only briefly before going back to their plates and chatter. That grin finally disappears, a look of surprise taking its place. It lasts only a moment before that same smile is back.

“Oh man, ya really don’t know you’re a demon? Like, for real?” Alec takes another drink and Hotaru continues feeling very, very confused. A underlying layer of annoyance is beginning to boil over and he’s rethinking if this is worth a free meal. Alec seems to pick up on this and nods, gesturing for Hotaru to sit down as if he wasn’t already.

“Okay okay I don’t know your life story but I can give a good guess. You don’t know either of your parents, weird shit has happened to you, and puberty seemed to hit you just a bit differently than others...am I right?”

Hotaru doesn’t like how on point Alec with his ‘guess’. All of it was (embarrassingly) true. Not so much the parent part, he had come to terms with that a long time ago. Either his parents were dead or they didn’t want him. Neither option was pleasant to think about so he doesn’t.

The rest was what brought heat to his face. Weird shit had happened. Hotaru had always been unusually strong for his age to the point it had crossed scary. And at times he could swear he saw things that weren’t possible. He’d always denies it, blinks, and the strange thing would be gone.

Puberty had brought about some changes he hadn’t noticed in anyone else. Gray eyes turning black, pointed ears, a slight sharpness to his teeth. Not to mention the odd patches of black scale like rashes that appeared on him from time to time. A few times his arm had changed completely during a fight. Hotaru was always especially quick to end those before any witnesses got a good look. Thinking about it, that uncomfortable feeling is never far during those times as well. They had to go hand in hand, someway.

But did that make him a demon? Or half-ling, whatever this guy had called him.. It wasn’t any better than the conclusions that Hotaru had drawn himself. Nights he would lay awake at night, contemplating if whatever illness (because it had to be a illness, right?) afflicting him was fatal. Poison to his body, slowly eating at him until he dies or worse, loses his mind.

“Your silence is speaking the truth, you shouldn’t deny it.” Alec finally speaks up, already half done with his food. How long had he been sitting here, thinking? He wants to pick his fork up, to tear at the meat before him. But his arms feel heavy, useless.

“This sounds like bullshit.” It’s all Hotaru can think to say. Bullshit that might actually explain a lot. It goes against all logic.

“Look at me and tell me it’s bullshit.” Alec’s eyes light up, a new glint to the golden color. Cat-like was the simplest way to describe it. Pupils wane to a mere slit. Horns grow out of a fantasy novel sprout from auburn hair, a rich crimson color of their own. He reaches out a hand, long fingers now supporting claws of a dark black.

Hotaru’s dark eyes widen at the sight. His gaze flickers from Alec to the other patrons of the bar. He notices things he had glanced over, that he denied himself to be aware of. A couple at the nearest table clink glasses together, their smiles showing off sharp canines. The liquid they toast with is red in color, too thick to be wine. A waiter passes by, transparent wings tucked closely to his back. They shift and shimmer every now and again, a intricate working of designs engraved onto their surface.

“Fuck..” It comes out softly, non threatening. How had he not noticed? He was surrounded by monsters. Every fiber of his being wants to deny it. Just like he always did. But he can’t, not when he can feel the truth in the bar now. It crawls under his skin and makes contact with that uncomfortable feeling he hates so much.

His arms itch and one quick look down reveals black scales slowly crawling up his arms, shining in the dim bar light. The almost empty bar feels too crowded now, too small. Sweat forms on his neck, his mind is screaming to run and hide. To escape from all eyes. Shoving his plate away Hotaru gets up, hurriedly storming out of the building.

The sun had gone down enough to cast the street in shadows. With the lack of sun came a drop in temperature and Hotaru stuffs his hands deep into his pockets. What a pain, trudging home alone in the cold. He still hadn’t had dinner yet either. Maybe a cup of ramen wouldn’t be too bad.

“Yo, wait up!” Alec voice calls from behind him. Hotaru stops, angrily turning to face him. Horns are no longer visible, the golden cat eyes back to a gentler appearance.  

“Hey hey, it’s cool. No one here will hurt you. Not with me around.” Alec reassures. He actually sounds concerned. Hotaru huffs, only seeing it as pity. “Your getting worked up for nothing.”

“For nothing?! You tell me I’m a fucking monster and that’s nothing? You want me to stay in there and chat like it’s nothing?” Hotaru shouts, his voice echoing throughout the empty street. Everything is burning and it’s too much to keep inside. If only he could lash out, release the anger to snuff out the flame that forms in his chest. It would leave him feeling empty and ashamed, he knew that all to well. But even that sounded better than this spinning tornado of emotion.

“Well...let me help you.” Alec takes a step forward. Hands at his side somehow he still looks to be offering one in truce. Hotaru puts one foot behind him, a instinctive move. But he doesn’t run.

“What? Why the hell would you do that?” It’s the second time he’s spoken softly since their meeting though a edge still to his voice. He had no money or valuables to offer. There had to be something the other was after. Like hell he was going to make some sort of contract with a literal demon.

“Honestly, ‘cause I’m bored,” Alec shoves hands into his ridiculous jacket, shrugging, ”When you live as long as I have you get in these slumps. You’re interesting and have no clue how to handle yourself or your abilities. I might get a few laughs out of it.”

Hotaru gives a breathless chuckle that turns into a real laugh. One of defeat. He’s sure there had been a few people that have gotten laughs out of his life. For once someone was being upfront about it. Honesty wasn’t his strongest suit but Hotaru could admire it in others.

“You’re an asshole.” Is all Hotaru says, a tired smile on his face. He doesn’t look Alec in the eyes as he heads back into the bar. He only turns around briefly to call over his shoulder. “If they’ve cleared our table you’re buying me another meal.”

The sun is warm through the blinds of Hotaru’s apartment, a cozy way to wake up on his day off. He blinks before sitting up and stretching. A groan escapes as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Hotaru’s first week as the assistant maintenance worker had been a long one. There was never ending tasks to complete it seemed. The head of maintenance was kind enough, patiently showing him through the ropes of anything he didn’t know. It was still work though and Hotaru was glad to sleep in again.

A late breakfast sounded like the best way to start his day. A omelet, simple. He had been able to buy some groceries and cheap cookware with the last of his money. Nothing extravagant but enough that he could make it stretch until his first paycheck.  

Standing up Hotaru walks the short distance to his kitchenette, pulling out a egg from the mini fridge. He sits it on the counter and turns to  retrieve the pan but notices something at his door. A envelope had been sled underneath, his name clearly written on the front. Hotaru finds it not even sealed as he turns it around. A colorful folded piece paper falls to the ground but the note he holds is plain, written on white paper.

Howdy!

This brochure is for a school not too far from our home. It’s a normal old school but I have a friend there that can help you out. Yeah, I know your not going to school. That’s a dumb decision kid. Your still young, enjoy these simple times while you can. Win the sports festival, date a bunch of hot girls (or dudes. Or both!), make some embarrassing memories!

I happened to talk to Mrs. Sai today and guess what? She will work around a school schedule. She also might be bringing a few odds and ends over that I mentioned you need. Your welcome buddy!

Alec.

Hotaru sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He kneels, picking up the fallen piece of paper and turning it over. With breakfast forgotten he returns to his bed, sitting on the edge and opening up the brochure.

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Red Velvet Reel 6.1: Cele-BRAT-ion!

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Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Eight skeletons walking into a bar seems like the perfect setup for a joke. Too bad the punchline seems to have been Stretch's expectations of a fun little get-together with friends.But hey, what's a few baited taunts, stupid posturing, escalatory challenges, heated arguments, well-meaning scolding, clever puns, veiled threats, unnecessary bets, and borderline fights between cross-dimensional clones?

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Red (Underfell Sans) & Blue (Underswap Sans) & Classic (Undertale Papyrus) & Comic (Undertale Sans) & Slim/Puppy (Swapfell Papyrus) & Black (Swapfell Sans) & some poor random waitress lol. 

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Meeting up in a (sports) bar! Everyone talks a lot and never shuts up! (A little) Stupid Fellverse posturing and antagonism! Lots of headcanons! A little betting and drinking?

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note:  Hah, a labor of love that I’m still not satisfied with but! Enjoy!

Underswap Papyrus – Stretch             Underswap Sans –  Blue Underfell Paprus – Edge                     Underfell Sans – Red Swapfell Papyrus – Slim/Puppy          Swapfell Sans – Black Undertale Papyrus – Classic              Undertale Sans – Comic

Stretch squinted into dimly lit bar, past the dancers that seemed to be having an increasingly good time, “Yeah, I don’t see them-“

“It’s been 30 minutes,” Edge sounded completely nonplussed, scanning the drink menu almost languidly, “Unless the Tale ‘verses and your brother are such...” He paused, tilting his head with a pensive hum, “Weightless drinkers?”

“Lightweights, Babe,” Stretch corrected automatically, popping himself into his tiptoes as if that would help him spot their friends in the crush of monsters and people. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help much.  “And we’re late because you didn’t even start getting ready until 7, so I wouldn’t go around casting stones-“

“Mhm,” Edge flipped the drink menu over with a distracted hum, tapping at something with his claw, “They have Honey Mead here.”

“Awesome.” Stretch sighed again, using his hands to shade his sockets, “Like, Seriously, I know you like to look good- and you always do- but I just don’t get why you waited until the last minute. What, the ~*Captain of the Royal Guard*~ needs to be ~*fashionably late*~ to everything?”

“It’s an easy way to make a memorable entrance and an impression,” Edge sniffed primly, gesturing at the area behind his husband with an incline of his head, “And all attention is on you- sometimes before you even realize it.”

Stretch finally caught sight of Blue, who was now standing up and waving emphatically from a corner booth. Along with several other familiar faces who were starting to wave too.

“Papy, over here! I mean, Stretch! Edge!”

Stretch grabbed Edge by the hand before he could look too smug, pulling him along to the end of the table quickly, “Good evening, folks, you’re looking snug as can be.”

“Just so! They was thinkin’ ya wasn’t gonna show!” Red held his tankard up in greeting, sloshing some of the contents on the table right next to Classic. “I real know my Ñaño eh?! Shoulda bet on it, heh!”

“Yes, yes, you were right. I’ll just-“ Classic took Blue’s napkin, daintily dabbing at the spot with a long suffering expression. That definitely wasn’t the first (and certainly not the last) time that happened. Stretch didn’t envy him, being sandwiched between Red and Blue.

“Red-“ Edge started mildly, only to be cut off by a dazzling smile aimed directly at him. Classic waved his arms as though trying to convey it was no problem, but looking more like he was desperately cutting the air, vibrating in his seat as his smile stretched even wider, “It’s fine! This is a negativity free zone! Because!! You! Or you! Neither of you can afford to be stressed whilLE YOU’RE-“

Before Stretch even felt his hand go empty, Edge was in the booth- knee in between Slim’s legs, half-draped over Blue, and both hands covering Classic’s mouth.

“Hey-!” Blue started to complain, wriggling away until he met Stretch’s pleading expression, settling down wordlessly, but very sulkily.

“Your enthusiasm and excitement are noted and appreciated,” Edge sounded amused, even as he rotated his hands so his fingers were clamping the excited skeleton’s mouth shut, “But this is privileged information. Your discretion is mandatory!”

Eyes still bulging in surprise, Classic nodded quickly, looking a little worried.

Stretch cleared his throat, giving his counterpart a thumbs up with a wink, “We knew we could count on Ambassador Papyrus.”

That did it. Classic nodded emphatically, eyes sparkling with excitement (or tears?) as he quickly broke Edge’s hold to clasp his hands passionately.

“I understand! You can count on me!” Classic tried his best to whisper, but it was still loud enough the table behind them collectively winced and hunched into themselves. “I am a master at keeping secrets, state or otherwise! But! Congratulations! To both of you!”

“Thanks man,” Stretch made a little heart with his hands, “Classic, you’re a class act.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that sentence,” the other skeleton narrowed his eyes suspiciously with a frown, before brightening immediately, “But you’re welcome!”

Edge managed to take his hands back at that point, straightening his spine and looking down at Slim primly, “Puppy.”

If Slim was at all disturbed at having Edge towering over him, practically sitting in his lap, he gave no outward indication. He simply ducked his head in greeting while still being almost completely engrossed on the baseball game playing over the bar.

“Oh, sit, sit!” Classic firmly (but gently) yanked Edge down into the new space between Slim and Blue, motioning Stretch to do the same, “Both of you! Being on your feet for too long isn’t healthy for, um, the um-“

“The VIP.... or VIB, as it were,” Comic offered with a wink, sliding closer to Black and patting the spot next to him with a lazy smile, “We’re all sorta family here, so make yourself at home, Big guy.”

Stretch grinned, sidling up next to Comic and slinging an arm over his shoulders, “Thanks, lil’ guy, you’re a great berson.”

Comic put his arm around Stretch’s back with a chuckle, fingertips just barely visible over the fabric, “Blease, pro, you’re gonna make me plush.”

“Ughhhh.” Black finally broke his silence with a sneer, the corners of his mouth twitching in annoyance even as he stubbornly refused to acknowledge anyone. Stretch idly wondered if those two were really that passionate about baseball, or if it was just a convenient distraction. Black’s posture was stiff and straight, while Slim was steadily curling on himself, like they just felt incredibly out of place and uncomfortable. Welp, time to make things more inclusionary then.

“Ok!” Stretch rubbed his hands together, “Now that we’re all here, let’s open this lil’ shindig properly! You ready, Babe?”

Stretch received that incredulous look Edge had been perfecting over the course of their relationship, rolling his eyes with unnecessary emphasis of how put upon he was... before doing exactly as he was asked. Edge drummed on the table, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with everyone else, as Stretch grinned and swept his arms out dramatically.

“Friends, family, and emotionally- repressed multidimensional assholes who aren’t sure why they’re here-“ Black smiled at that, putting all of his sharp teeth on display. It was deeply unsettling. “It is my pleasure and honor to officially announce the newest addition to our little family-“

Edge stopped drumming on Stretch’s cue, expression carefully blank but with that slight twitch to his mouth that meant he was trying very hard not to smile. “Pancake! They’ll be having their debut bash in February, probably, so keep your sockets out for the deets. Thanks for coming to celebrate with us, it means a skeleton.”

Classic gasped loudly, eyes bulging out of wide sockets, “Pancake?! Like the food?! Are- are you really-“ He withered when Edge turned his head to glare at him directly, “Um! That’s really creative! And very, very cute! I mean that, honestly! What, uh, what inspired you both to call your child Pancake?!”

“It’s a nickname,” Blue answered for them with a slight toss of his head, a note of irritation in his tone, “And I agree! My brother is a very creative and cute monster himself, so of course his child is going to have the most adorable and creative nickname, too!” Just as quickly, his voice lost that edge and he was all smiles again, dreamy stars in his eye sockets, “My little nibling is going to be the best monster ever! Have the best name ever! We’re gonna have the best time together!”

Blue looked down at the table with furrowed browbones, smile becoming less sure as he turned towards his brother-in-law, “That’s ok, right, Edge?”

To his credit, Edge was able to force down his surprise before it became too obvious, giving Blue a decisive nod. “Of course,” his voice had the usual bravado and self-assurance, but Stretch could hear the uncertainty in the undertone, “In fact, I’ll be counting on you to keep Red from getting them into unreasonable mischief. ”

“Just the regular, reasonable kind of mischief, then?” Blue asked wryly, but his smile was weak, clearly disappointed with the answer.

“If they take after me,” Edge puffed out his chest proudly, slipping into his more boisterous persona as he gestured with his hand dramatically. He was obviously uncomfortable, too, unable to interpret Blue’s new mood, “That will be inevitable!”

It was awkward and stilted, and Stretch found them both glancing in his direction for guidance, but they were trying. His husband and brother were trying very hard to actively get along, after months of bare minimum pleasantries and steadfastly avoiding each other. Stretch couldn’t help tearing up, wiping at the edge of his sockets with a sniffle.

“That confirms that then,” Black sniffed dismissively, resting his chin on his palms as he leaned against the table, “But it’s not much of a victory if you have to share it.”

“Huh?” Stretch dabbed at his eyes with the handkerchief Blue had passed him, distracted by the feel of Edge’s boot brushing along his femur. “What?”

“Ya sure, Lil’ Tyrant?!” Red was positively giddy, “Ain’t no one sure who’s knocked up!” He flapped his hands emphatically, clearly several drinks into the evening, “Don’t say nothin’ yet, let ‘em stew!”

“That’s not entirely true,” Blue chimed in from the corner, playing with his bendy straw and pointing it at himself, “Some monsters are sure...”

Red put a hand on Classic’s chest just to push him back far enough to pointedly glare at Blue. Classic smoothed the front of his shirt wordlessly, while Red leaned on the table conspiratorially, “There’s a bettin’ pool.”

Edge smirked in a way that made Stretch uneasy, resting his chin on his hand, “Oh? Well, in that case~”

He called the waitress over, “Two honey meads, some water, and a refill for the table. We’re going to need it.”

“You- or you?! -can’t drink!” Classic looked between them, scandalized, then at Comic for confirmation. Comic nodded sagely. “Yes, see?! Alcohol isn’t as bad for pregnant monsters as other things, but it’s still not good for you! It impairs your concentration, so your magic goes all funny! Yes, fine, there’s debate about its impact on raw, unused magic- but why take the chance if you’re loading a baby?!”

The waitress came back with a tray of drinks and started putting them on the table, hesitating when Blue and Classic glared at the mead. “Thank you,” Edge told her pleasantly, completely ignoring them and taking both himself.

He slid one mug towards Stretch, who took it with palpable unease and hesitation, flinching when Blue smacked his hands down on the table. “Papy, say something! I don’t know what game they’re trying to play, but you shouldn’t just condone it, especially because I don’t think you know either! Don’t just-“

“Shh!” Red crawled into Classic’s lap, putting his hands over Blue’s mouth with a scowl, “Pipe down, Baby Blue- ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to the squirt. Wait ‘n listen, ya goddamn goofs-“ He turned to give Classic a stern look too, “Got lotsa shitty stuff in this family, but idiocy ain’t one of ‘em.”

Although Edge managed to keep himself from reacting to the backhanded compliment, his smile was less threatening and more genuine as he ran a claw along the circuit of the mug. “I’m raising the stakes- another drink of equal or greater value to the pool. I’ll take your bet and the reasoning behind it as suitable collateral.”

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[imaginetonyandbucky]

How bout a Fake Engagement AU? Bucky pretends Tony is his fiance to get Steve, Natasha & Sam off his back, about settling down. Only it backfires, because they demanded he bring Tony to the next family event, to meet his future husband. Only one tiny ity bitty problem, Tony isn't his boyfriend let alone his fiance, just Bucky's favorite bartender down at The Avenger. Bucky may also be like half in love with him. Totally unrelated. Now Bucky has ask Tony to be his finance for a week. No pressure.

Plus One

Bucky took a deep breath and pushed open the door tohis favorite bar, instinctively relaxing when the familiar smells and soundswashed over him. It was still early and The Avenger only had a few patrons,most of them regulars who Bucky knew by face or, in rare cases, by name.

Tony lit up when he caught sight of Bucky, his grinwide enough to cause an excited flutter in Bucky's chest, as always.

"What's this? Is it Christmas already?" Tonycalled from behind the bar, looking delighted as Bucky made his way toward him."Two times in a week, Buckling? I am officially the luckiest guy in NewYork."

Atrocious as the nickname was, Bucky couldn't helpsmiling as he reached the bar and slid into his usual seat.

The first time Bucky had shuffled into The Avenger,he'd done so out of sheer necessity. He'd been cold and shivering, miserableafter having spent hours outside in the rain, walking aimlessly in an attemptto chase away the darkness that tended to creep up on him when he sat alone inhis shitty apartment for too long. The soft, warm lights of the bar had calledto him, promising a sanctuary Bucky had so desperately needed.

Once inside he'd been met with dark wood, soft music,and a subtle murmur of voices, so different from the loud bars and clubs he andhis friends usually visited. There had been enough dark corners that Buckycould easily have disappeared if he so wished, the atmosphere one of politeindifference. He'd known right away that no one would bother him here — no onewould care.

Bucky could still remember how the tension he'd beencarrying — the one that had chased him out onto the streets in the first place— had bled out of him within seconds.

"And why are you so lucky?" Bucky asked,even if he knew exactly where this was going.

"Because you spoil me, Buckling," Tonyreplied, tone playful. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"I just can't resist, doll," Bucky said. Hewas still surprised by how easy it was to banter with Tony. Ever since Buckyreturned from Afghanistan, most social interactions felt like pulling teeth andflirting had been entirely out of the question — until he met Tony. It wasalmost frighteningly easy to talk to Tony. "The thought of going one moreday without seein' your pretty face nearly broke my heart."

Tony laughed, bright and carefree, and Bucky couldbarely breathe for how beautiful Tonylooked in that moment.

(Mobile readers, watch out for the break.)

"I bet you say that to all the boys," Tonyteased.

Bucky rested his forearms against the counter and gaveTony a wink. "You're the only one for me, sweetheart. You know that."

Tony braced his hands against the bar, wide apart, andleaned closer. Bucky could smell a whiff of Tony's aftershave and see theflecks of gold in his brown eyes.

"Good," Tony said, voice low enough to senda subtle shiver down Bucky's spine. The playfulness in Tony's gaze said that hewas probably just joking, but Bucky soaked up the attention all the same."Keep it that way."

Bucky placed a hand over his heart. "You have myword."

He was rewarded with another laugh and Bucky knew he had to be grinning like alovesick idiot. He was so in over his head with this one.

It was strange to think that Bucky had only given Tonya cursory glance the first time he visited the bar. Sure, Tony had beenundeniably charming even back then, with his wide, inviting smile and sparklingeyes, but Bucky had been too preoccupied with his own misery to really care.He'd simply ordered a drink, found an empty booth, and proceeded to ignoreeveryone around him.

Bucky had sat in that booth for almost two hours, coldand wet, fingers loosely wrapped around the tumbler of whiskey and gaze staringblankly at the table in front of him. No one had bothered him or asked him ifhe was okay, and that had been fine by him.

He'd been able to breathe freely for the first time inmonths, which had been nothing short of a miracle.

It wasn't until he had gotten up to leave — asurprising but very welcome calm having settled over him sometime during thosetwo hours — that he had happened to catch Tony's gaze across the room. Onlythen had Bucky noticed how the lighting inside the bar made everything glow asoft and warm gold — including Tony.

His eyes had looked like gently burning embers,bright, mesmerizing, and breathtakingly beautiful.

After that, Bucky felt he couldn't be blamed forreturning to the bar a second time. And a third. And a fourth. He'd done sopartly because The Avenger — with its soft music and low, murmuring voices —helped put his whirring mind at ease, but mainly it was thanks to Tony. Buckywasn't sure why he found the place so soothing, but he wasn't going to complain,especially seeing how well it worked.

It wasn't until Bucky's fourth visit that he and Tonyhad started talking and — as Bucky became one of the regulars — it soon becamea habit.

They had exchanged words before, sure, when Bucky hadplaced his orders, but this was different. It was actual conversations withgently asked questions and equally careful answers. Bucky wasn't sure what itmeant — if anything at all — but he liked it. He liked talking to Tony. Theybecame friends, of sorts, even if it wasn't an entirely conventional relationship,given that Tony was working every time they met.

The fact that Bucky's feelings for Tony weren'tentirely platonic, well — Bucky kept that to himself.

"So, what can I do for you?" Tony asked,straightening a little, but not so much that he was actually out of Bucky'sreach. It was a heady feeling to have Tony that close. "You want theusual?"

And, just like that, Bucky was reminded of his reasonfor showing up at the bar. He'd actually managed to forget his currentpredicament, if only for a little while.

He cleared his throat, feeling his stomach twist fromnerves. "Uh, yeah. Sure," he croaked, almost wincing at how not smooth that response had been.

Tony did pause for a second — his concern easy to spotin the sudden sharpness of his gaze — but he clearly knew Bucky well enough totell that this wasn't one of his bad nights. Not like Bucky's first couple ofvisits to The Avenger, when he'd barely been able breathe through the panic andPTSD.

"Coming right up, Buckling," Tony repliedeasily.

Bucky could tell that Tony was giving him time togather his thoughts, but that he would eventually ask why Bucky seemed sonervous. That was one of Tony's best qualities — over the one and a half yearsthey had known each other, he'd learned when to wait Bucky out and when to pushfor answers.

Surprisingly, Bucky did most of the talking in theirrelationship. He wasn't sure how that had happened; not even Steve managed tocoax as many honest answers out of him as Tony did. Bucky wasn't the kind ofperson who liked to share — he kept his problems to himself — but every singletime that Tony tilted his head to the side and asked that one simple question,the words just came pouring out.

"Want to talkabout it?"

Bucky didwant to talk about it. He'd had no idea how much he wanted to talk about thingsuntil he met Tony. It was in that dimly lit bar, fingers holding on to a glassof booze he rarely ever finished, that he spoke freely for the first time inhis life. Bucky wasn't sure why — what Tony did to make Bucky trust him to thatdegree — but it was such a relief.

He told Tony about his anger over losing his arm,about the slow and agonizing recovery and the infernal prosthetic he wasexpected to wear, about his family, and about Steve, Sam, and Natasha. Buckytold Tony things he hadn't even told Steve, though those weren't many.

Occasionally, Tony shared anecdotes of his own. Hetold Bucky about his joy of tinkering, about the wild adventures he'd had withhis best friend while at MIT, and about small tidbits from his everyday lifethat Bucky treasured with embarrassing enthusiasm. Every piece of informationthat he was able to gather about Tony was precious to him and only served tomake Bucky like the man even more.

Bucky couldn't be blamed, he felt, for falling half inlove with Tony. Who wouldn't? The man was charming and kind, and listened to aone-armed veteran without a hint of impatience.

It was easy to fall for someone like that.

The fact that Bucky had managed to convince Steve,Sam, and Nat that the feeling was mutual, well — that was perhaps a bit of aproblem, on the other hand. He should never have told his friends that he had afiancé. Why on earth had he donethat?

Well, he knew why — because Bucky hated how theynagged about him needing to find someone to settle down with. He was in no moodfor dating and certainly not marriage,but that was, apparently, not a sufficient answer.

So he lied. He told them that he did, in fact, havesomeone — they were engaged, even.

Steve had been delighted, so desperate for Bucky tofind happiness, while Nat had been more skeptical. It was her questions thathad pushed Bucky to reveal more about this secret fiancé of his and, in amoment of absolute panic, he'd ended up describing the bartender at hisfavorite bar. It would have been wiser to just conjure up an imaginary person,but no, that was apparently too easy. Bucky had to go and pick someone he wasactually mooning over and then proceed to describe the man in such detail thathis friends demanded to meet him.

Bucky had done a lot of idiotic things in his life,but this might very take the cake.

He was so stupid.

A tumbler was placed in front of him and Bucky took adeep breath before looking up at Tony. "Thanks."

Tony smiled and mirrored Bucky's position with hisforearms braced against the bar between them. The light made Tony's hair glow awarm, dark gold, and he looked so effortlessly handsome that Bucky didn't knowwhether to look away or stare like a complete fool.

Bucky chose the latter, glancing down at his glass ofwhiskey when the warmth in Tony's gaze became too much.

After another couple of seconds, Tony spoke up."Are you going to make me ask?"

"Well, I dolove the sound of your voice." Bucky was just trying to buy himself time,but he was very pleased that it earned him a laugh from Tony.

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

When their gazes met, Bucky couldn't help grinning; thesmile on Tony's face made Bucky a little breathless. As nervous as he was abouthis purpose for visiting, seeing Tony never failed to make him happy.

Tony nudged Bucky's elbow with his own. "Butdon't think I didn't notice you trying to avoid the subject."

There was that wave of vague nausea again. Bucky stareddown at his tumbler of whiskey, absently rubbing his thumb against the rim ofthe glass. It was probably better to just get it over with.

He cleared his throat and forced his voice to remain steady."Can I... ask you a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot," Tony replied immediately — nohesitation or questions asked.

The trust Tony had in him was gratifying, but alsoserved to make Bucky even more nervous. This was a pretty huge favor, afterall, and he wasn't sure how Tony would react to it. Had it just been a matterof him coming along to Bucky's little sister's wedding then they might havebeen fine, but the fact that everyone there expected Bucky to bring his elusivefiancé, well — that made things difficult.

Bucky had actually refused when Steve, Nat, and Samhad tried to convince him that bringing Tony to the wedding would be a lovely idea. There were limits to howmany lies Bucky was willing to tell and he knew that he would be digginghimself into a far too deep hole with that one. If he wasn't able to get Tonyto come along, they'd know Bucky had been talking shit.

But then Becca had gotten involved, thanks to Nat'sscheming, no doubt.

While Bucky might be able to say no to his friends —even Steve, though it was embarrassingly difficult sometimes — he wasn't quiteprepared to deny his sister something she wanted for her wedding day. If onlythat thing hadn't been to meet Bucky's non-existent fiancé. Bucky couldn't evenfigure out if it would be worse to keep lying to her about said fiancé or justcome clean and admit that he was just as pathetically single as he had been forthe past two years.

Bucky only had himself to blame, he knew that, butthat didn't exactly make him feel better.

Fuck his life.

After much deliberation, Bucky had decided it wouldn'thurt to ask. The conversation wouldbe awkward, no doubt, but it probably wouldn't ruin his and Tony's friendshipentirely. If phrased correctly, Tony might even take it as a compliment.

"It's, uh... a big one. A huge one, actually." Bucky scratched his neck before lookingat Tony, already feeling like an idiot. Tony just kept smiling, patientlywaiting for Bucky to continue. Bucky cleared his throat — again — and managedto squeeze out the words: "Will you be my plus one for my little sister'swedding two months from now?"

Bucky desperately wanted to bang his head against thebar when he realized just how corny he'd made that sound. He behaved like ateenager asking his crush to the prom. Then again, that analogy wasn't entirelywithout merit, he supposed.

Tony blinked in surprise, looking quite stunned. Buckycouldn't blame him.

Bucky hurried to continue, not sure if he would havethe courage to explain the whole situation otherwise. "I know it's a strangerequest since we, well... we don't see each other outside of this bar. And itgets even weirder, too."

"Oh?" Tony seemed to have gotten over theinitial surprise, but his face remained carefully blank, as if he was waitingto show his reaction until Bucky had finished. Bucky had never seen Tony dothat before. Tony was usually very expressive, always smiling and open in hisbody language. Seeing him so contained was unnerving.

"I might have lied a little to my friends andfamily." Bucky swallowed, but forced himself to meet Tony's gaze. This wasdefinitely one of the most awkward conversations Bucky had ever had themisfortune of taking part in. "About, uh, my relationship status."

Within seconds, Tony's face broke into a wide grin.

"Ah. Ithink I know where this is going." The hesitation was gone, Tony's posturerelaxing yet again. Bucky hadn't even noticed it had tensed in the first place.

"You do?" Bucky asked incredulously. Sure,he knew that Tony was frighteningly intelligent — it hadn't taken Bucky morethan two conversations to figure that out — but this was a pretty bizarresituation.

"You lied and told them you were datingsomeone," Tony said, as if it was the most obvious and understandablething in the world, "and now they want you to bring this date of yours tothe wedding."

"Fiancé, actually," Bucky mumbled, not quitesure how to react. He'd expected to have to explain everything in detail, nothave Tony figure it out after just a couple of stumbling sentences.

"Fiancé? I like the way you think, Buckling — aimhigh, and all that." Tony tilted his head to the side, his smile almostdisturbingly excited. He was clearly enjoying this but Bucky couldn't quitetell if it was at his expense or not. "And I'm the lucky guy who gets toplay this fiancé of yours?"

To his horror, Bucky felt himself blush.

"Well, I—" He looked down at the bar andscratched his ear. "I guess? If you want to?"

"I would love to."

Bucky's gaze snapped up to look at Tony."Really?"

That was easy — a lot easier than Bucky thought itwould be.

"Yeah, sure." Tony shrugged, still smilinglike the conversation made complete sense and wasn't weird in the slightest.Bucky found himself wondering if anything could bring Tony out of balance."Who would pass up on a chance to see you all decked out in a nicesuit?"

"A lot of people," Bucky blurted out,wincing when he realized just how pathetic that made him sound. It was thetruth, though — one-armed veterans with PTSD weren't exactly in high demand.

"Their loss is my gain," Tony repliedeasily. While Tony wasn't one to give pep talks, there was something incrediblyreassuring in the way he firmly shot down Bucky's self-depreciating comments.Tony smiled and Bucky was so caught up in staring at him that he almostflinched when he felt a touch against his fingers. He glanced down to seeTony's hand gently settle over his.

"Bucky, sweetheart," Tony said, his gazedetermined, "I would be honored to be your fake fiancé at your sister'swedding."

Perhaps it was the serious tone Tony adopted or thegeneral ludicrousness of the situation, but Bucky burst out laughing. There wasa slightly manic hint to it that turned a couple of heads, sure, but Buckyignored the stares.

"There you are," Tony said with a pleasedgrin, squeezing Bucky's hand. "I like it better when you smile."

Bucky shook his head, still feeling the laughterbubble in his throat. He looked up at Tony, trying not to be distracted by theabsent little circles Tony's thumb were rubbing against the back of his hand.

"You're unbelievable," Bucky said.

"Why thank you."

When Tony pulled his hand back, Bucky tried his bestnot to miss its warmth.

"And you're takin' this surprisingly well."Not that Bucky was complaining — he just hadn't expected Tony to be soaccepting. "Have you been asked to be someone's fake date before?"

Tony grinned. "Nope. This is definitely a firstfor me. I'm just very good at adapting."

"I'd say." Bucky took a couple of deepbreaths, feeling his shoulders lower. He'd been so tense and nervous about thiswhole thing that he almost wanted to slump from relief. "You sure you'reup for it? It's a week-long thing. With family get-togethers and socializin'and a wedding reception and shit like that."

"Yes, Buckling," Tony replied patiently,"I'm sure. I'm flattered, actually. This means I must have done somethingright."

That was certainly true. There weren't many people Buckytrusted enough to ask, and few of those knew him as well as Tony did. There weresome details they still hadn't covered, sure — Bucky didn't know Tony'ssurname, now that he thought about it — but the foundation was there. Tony wasaware of the PTSD and Bucky's triggers, and hopefully remembered enough aboutBucky's family and friends not to walk in blind. Admittedly, Bucky knew lessabout Tony than the other way around, but still enough to call them friends.

Still enough to know that when it came down to it,there was no one else Bucky could or wanted to ask.

Bucky tried to swallow the lump of gratefulnessbuilding in his throat, with only marginal success. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, Bucky."

"You might change your mind when faced with myfriends and family," Bucky warned, but he couldn't help the soft smilespreading on his lips. Tony had heard enough stories to know a lot about them,sure, but meeting someone in person was quite different, especially people likeNatasha or Steve. "They're a handful."

While Tony was exceedingly charming, Steve wouldn't befooled by a pretty face, and neither would Becca or Nat.

Tony, being who he was, winked, of all things. "Good. I like a challenge."

Bucky snorted on a laugh. "I think I regret thisalready."

"Are you breaking up with me, Buckling?"Tony teased, his eyes sparkling. "We didn't even make it to thewedding."

There was only one way Bucky could respond to that.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again,doll." He reached out and carefully laced their fingers together, giving agentle squeeze. "You're the only one for me."

For the first time since they had gotten to know eachother, Tony looked a little speechless. As much as the two of them flirted witheach other, they rarely touched. Bucky wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps it wasthe literal barrier of the bar between them or maybe Tony thought Bucky didn'tlike physical contact considering how rarely he initiated it.

While taking Tony's hand didn't seem all thatadventurous — Tony had touched him first, after all, just a couple of minutesago — Bucky had time to start wondering if he had crossed a line. Or maybe itwasn't the touching that had made Tony fall silent. Perhaps Bucky had saidthose words with a little too much conviction, unintentionally revealing thatthey weren't quite as fake as he pretended that they were.

An anxious knot started growing in Bucky chest and hewas just about to pull back and apologize when Tony smiled, warm and fond, likealways.

"And that's why I'm the luckiest guy in NewYork," Tony said, voice soft.

Bucky felt his heart squeeze, pleased when Tony seemedperfectly content to let their entwined hands continue to rest on top of thebar. They hadn't even started yet and Bucky could already tell that he was goingto be toeing a very dangerous line.Pretending to be engaged to Tony without making it obvious that Bucky was, infact, genuinely in love with the man was going to be tricky, but he was toorelieved to really care in that moment.

Bucky exhaled, squeezing Tony's fingers. "Thankyou. Again."

Tony smiled. "Anytime, Buckling."

There were a lot of technical details to take care ofinvolving the wedding — not to mention that he and Tony had to agree on variousdetails to make their story believable — but that could wait. They probablyshouldn't discuss those things in the middle of the bar anyway. In some weirdway, Bucky was actually beginning to look forward to the whole thing.

For one whole week, he'd get to pretend that Tony washis.

That probably made him all kinds of creepy, but Buckycouldn't help it. He had been in love with the man for so long and he wasembarrassingly eager to see what it would be like to be Tony's fiancé, even ifit was all pretend. Bucky would take whatever he could get.

In fact, a week was more than Bucky could ever havehoped for, and he would make sure to treasure it. For one whole week, Buckywould get to be Tony's fiancé.

Bucky couldn't believe his luck.

A/N: I would LOVE to continue this at some point and write the actual wedding, but because of deadlines and my semi-writer’s block I’m afraid this is all you’ll get this time around. Still, I hope you like it!

- Amethystina

[icyhobi]

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.3

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

Word Count: 5,997

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter) 

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I can’t believe I’m doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister ‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you, to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…

“Well he didn’t really listen to me either! If anything, he’ll listen more to you than me,” you exclaim.

Jin lets out a deep sigh while regretfully saying, “No, he won’t…”

“Why?”

“Because… he hates me.”

You sit in the chair in front of him, with a dumbfounded look on your face. What did he mean by ‘hates him’? You assumed the man named ‘Kookie’, was a good friend of Jin’s. Thus, it would make sense as to why he would want to try and help him. But now, you were just completely lost as to what was happening.

You look at Jin, and see that he has a guilty look on his face. You lick your dry lips, and question “What do you mean?”

He doesn’t even bother to look into your eyes as he sighs, “We had a lot of history together. Some were good memories, and some were bad, but you don’t need to know the small details.” He looks up at you, and notices the unsure expression on your face, so he continues “Y/n, I know I’m asking a lot from you, but please, I beg you, just please see him again. I need him to trust you, I need to help him.”

The look on Jin’s face has never looked so serious before, and your heart jumped when he stared into your eyes. For a split second, he reminded you of the said prostitute you were supposed to help, which made you feel uneasy.

Shaking the thoughts away, you try to be as reasonable as possible, “Jin, I would love to help, but I don’t even know what I’m doing!”. This ‘Kookie’ was a prostitute, meaning the only way you could actually speak to him privately, is to make him assume you’re a client paying for sex. But you didn’t want that! And how the hell were you even suppose to get a complete stranger to randomly trust you?!? Your last encounter with him, didn’t end so nicely, so it would be even more awkward trying to talk to him again. “I don’t think you understand, I’m a stranger to him. How do you expect me to make him open up, and completely trust me, in such little time?”

Jin just lets out a small smirk, as he knows you’re about to object to his next request, “That’s why you’re gonna take next week off, and go every single day to that brothel.”

WHAT!?!?! “I most definitely cannot do that! Besides work, I also have school an-”

“You can just watch some of your lectures online later, I know they have a web option for students who can’t make it to class.” Jin interrupts you. He then continues “And besides, I know you deserve a bit of a break from working and studying.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh at his statement, “Take a break, so I can do you a favour? Wow, how considerate of you Jin.”

He laughs at your sarcasm, then questions “So, will you do it?”

You let out a quiet sigh. Even though taking a week off from your hectic schedule was tempting, you were scared to go back. You had a gut feeling that there was a lot more to this ‘Kookie’ that Jin was hiding from you; and you didn’t know if it was bad or good. You were sure Jin wouldn’t make you do anything that would put you in danger, right? So why were you still so nervous about going to see him again? “I’ll do it, but on one condition.”

“And what is that,” he asks you curiously.

You look him seriously in the eyes and say, “That you’ll tell me everything. No more secrets. Is that a deal?”

He grits his teeth, but manages to still hold a poker face, “Deal.”

~~~~~

You open your eyes as you hear the next stop was the one you needed to get off from. You pull the yellow cord on the window, to request for a stop. You then get up and shuffle your way through the crowded bodies to reach the door. The bus pulls over and stops, and you get off saying a quick thanks to the driver.

Unlike last time, it was rather cloudy today with a cool breeze. You were thankful you brought your light jacket with you, or else you would have froze in your plain, pastel pink shirt. You reach into the back pocket of your black jeans, and bring out your phone for directions to the brothel again. Here goes nothing.

“I would like to request for Kookie,” you say with a confident voice, to the lady at the front desk. You notice that it’s a different girl this time, as she looked a bit older and her cleavage looked like it would pop out from her tiny tube top.

“Who wouldn’t wanna request for that hunk,” the receptionist says with a smirk.

Even his own co-workers fantasize about him… wow.

“He’s actually with a client right now, so you’ll have to wait.”

Biting your lip, you ask “Do you know how long it will be?”

The woman furrows her eyebrows, and looks at her computer screen. She then turns back at you, “The customer paid for two hours with him. Its only been about 40 minutes. Are you okay with waiting another 80 minutes?”

80 minutes?!? That’s practically an hour an a half! What were you suppose to do with all that free time? There was no way you were going go back out into the streets; a woman like you walking by herself in a red light district? That was a big no. It could be dangerous. So, having no other choice, you decide to just stay and wait here. “Yea, I’m alright with that” you say with a fake smile.

You gave her the membership card Jin had originally given you, and her eyes widen in surprise. She looks you over, and narrows her eyes at your appearance. “You didn’t steal this, did you?”

Your shocked at her question, why the hell would you steal something? “Uhh no, why would I?”

“This is a VIP card, and no offense but you don’t look like you could afford this.”

What the hell? Rude much! You were slightly insulted that she thought so poorly of you, but you still manage to hold a smile while telling her “It was a gift from a friend.”

She raises her thick drawn on eyebrows, and mocks “Oh, must be so nice to have rich friends.”

Before you can retort, she scans your card, and hands it back to you. She has an unamused look on her pretty face as she points over to an empty booth in the corner, “Alright, so you can wait over there until your appointment, or you’re free to go out, and come back when the appointment starts.”

“Okay thank you,” you reply as you head over to the dimly lit booth. You sit down, and look around the place, and see that there are quite a few other booths, but filled with people dressed in suits and dresses. They all have drinks in their hands, as the half-dressed waiters/waitresses flirt with them. You feel a bit embarrassed as you probably should have opted to dress more professionally like last time, as this was a very luxurious brothel.

You think back to the advice Jin told you; to ask out ‘Kookie’ for coffee with you, when he wasn’t working. This way you could genuinely have a decent conversation with him, without him trying to flirt with you. But how were you suppose to bring it up in the first place? You couldn’t just bluntly ask him; he was paid to have sex, not to go out and have coffee. Ughhh.

You pull out your phone, searching for something to kill time, as this was gonna be a long wait…

~~~~~

“Ughh” Jungkook grunts with one final thrust. He then pulls out, and removes the soiled condom, throwing it into the trash.

“That was so amazing Kookie, you never disappoint me,” the older women compliments.

Jungkook goes to put his clothes back on, paying little attention to the naked women on his bed. As he finishes putting his shirt over his head, he turns to lifelessly look at her. “Yea thanks, now get the fuck out of here.”

She snickers at him, “Hmmm, why are you in such a rush to remove me?”

He just sighs in tiredness. He honestly hated dealing with woman. She was a regular of his, but she was so demanding, and had a mommy kink, making him want to choke her to death. Any other client, he wouldn’t be so rude too, but she kept visiting him so many times, that he could care less about the ‘respect your clients’ rule. She was the wife of some rich CEO, meaning she could afford to have sex with Jungkook many times, which he greatly dreaded. She was insanely attractive, but had a horrible personality and attitude, most likely due to her neglecting husband.

“The session is done Hyori. The two hours are already up,” he replies with an annoyed tone.

“Really? I didn’t even notice. Time flies by so quickly when I’m with you,” she says seductively.

Jungkook wasn’t having any of it. This two hour session of just having pure sex, was so exhausting, especially due to Hyori’s crazy demands. “Yea whatever, just get the fuck out of my room already. I have other clients.”

The attractive woman sneers at him and his uncooperativeness, but gets up and puts on her clothes. She then goes to her purse, and pulls out $500, and walks over to Jungkook. He has a questioning look on his face, but she just bites her red lips, then stuffs the money into his front pockets.

“Just a little tip, for my baby boy,” she purrs at him. She winks, then walks behind him to squeeze his ass one last time, before she exits.

Even though he was tempted to break her arm for grabbing his butt, he pulls out the cash from his pocket with a smirk. That skank always tips so good.

A firm shake on your shoulder jolts you up from your nap. A bit confused, you look up to see the rude receptionist glaring at you.

“Miss, your session is just about to start. You’re lucky I was feeling generous to wake you.”

Oh. Did I fall asleep? I only meant to put my phone down for a couple of minutes, not doze off. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. But thank you so much for reminding me.”

She rolls her eyes as she turns to leave. “No problem, he’s in room 10.”

You get up and walk down the bright halls, till you reach his room number. Taking a big gulp, you courageously knock on his door again. You hear some shuffling in the room, before the door unlocks and opens, revealing the devilishly handsome man.

His black hair is a mess, and you can see his collarbone popping out from under his white shirt; littered with hickies. His eyes are widened in surprise, but he then quickly lets out a smirk.

“I didn’t expect to see you come back so soon.”

“Uhh well, I j-just wanted to check on you,” you stammer. Great, and now the stuttering starts. Why am I always so nervous around him!?

His smirk gets even wider, and he grabs you by your arm, pulling you into his room. He locks the door, then turns to face you. “Ohhh, you were worried about me? How sweet,” he soothes.

You’re awkwardly standing in the middle of his room, when you notice he starts walking towards you with predatory eyes. Oh shit! I don’t need a repeat of last time!

“Yes, I’ve just been feeling really bad about what happened last week. So I wanted to see if you were okay, and make it up to you,” you manage to say with a controlled voice.

What? He stops half a metre infront of you, while he raises his eyebrows in curiosity. “Make it up to me?”

Alright Y/n, you got this! Just smoothly ask him! “Y-yea! I w-wanted to take you out for some coffee or something…” you squeak. What the hell was that? So much for trying to be smooth! Ughh! You were really regretting not dating now, as you couldn’t even look this man in the eyes to ask for coffee.

Jungkook was honestly surprised at your request. He didn’t expect to see your pretty face again, but it looked like that fate for once was in his favour. He see’s you shy away from his gaze, and can’t help but laugh a bit. “Y/n, you do know which part of the city you’re in, right? There’s no decent coffee place around here.”

Oh, right… why didn’t I remember that? Unknowingly, you let out a small smile at the fact that he remembered your name. “Ohh…” you say, having no idea of what to do now.

“There are a couple of good bars though,” the man voices out.

Bars? You don’t even drink, but seeing this as an opportunity to communicate with him, you hastily agree to his idea. “That’s fine. So will you let me take you there, as an apology? I still feel bad about lying to you when we first met.”

Jungkook can easily tell that you’re hiding something from him, but he continues to play along. “You don’t have to feel bad about it, I may have overreacted a tad bit.” He can see you opening your mouth to reply, but he interrupts you, “And to answer your question, yes. I wouldn’t mind going out for a couple of drinks after this long ass day.”

You let out a bright smile, “Really? Sounds great! So when are you available?”

He scratches his head, while saying “10pm. So just meet me in the main lobby at that time.”

He doesn’t notice when your smile falters. 10pm?! It’s pitch black outside at that time! In all honesty, you were scared to walk outside in this part of the city at night. And to make matters worse; you’d have to bus it back. There was a reason as to why Jin specifically told you to avoid coming here when it gets dark. But, what if I don’t have another chance to go out with him again?

Worried that you may not get another opportunity like this, you manage to mask a smile over your fears, and say “Alright.”

He smiles at your confirmation. Little did you know, that he was still pissed at you for trying to trick him. But there was also something that wasn’t right about you, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. It was evident to him that the first time you met, you were more interested in getting to know him, rather than having sex with him. Besides that, there was no good reason as to why you would try to lie about your age, which raised his suspicions highly. If she’s working for them, that would make sense as to why she lied. They’re the only ones who know why I would listen to someone much older. Regardless, once you got to the bar, he planned to find out the truth.

He looked at the clock on the wall, and realizes that your session is over in 10 minutes. “Alright, so I need a couple of extra minutes to get ready for my next client, so if you wouldn’t mind...”

You realize what he’s implying, and nod your head, “Ohh, sure no problem! I’ll see you at 10 then!”

You then start heading towards the door, before he calls you, “And Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“My real name is Jungkook,” he smirks with a wink.

~~~~~

You’re abruptly woken up, to the sound of the loud alarm on your phone. You check the time, and see that it’s 9:55pm, meaning that Jungkook should be here anytime soon. When you left his room, it was only 5pm, so you decided to just stay in the lobby at the unoccupied booth again. You were a bit tired, so you set an alarm, just in case if you were to fall asleep. Thank god I did that.

You hear someone clear their throat while tapping you on the shoulder. You look up, and see that it’s the busty receptionist again, only that she looks way angrier.

“Excuse me miss, but you can’t just sleep around here. And the loud alarm on your phone was extremely distracting.”

You gulp, but manage to state, “Oh sorry about that! I was actually just waiting for someone.” You were slightly embarrassed that you had dozed off again, especially since it’s the second time this lady had to call you out on it.

“And who the hell are you waiting for, miss?” she asks while glaring daggers at you.

You shrink under her scary scowl, but before you can reply, you hear the husky voice of the said person. “Relax Chaerin, she’s with me.”

You look around her, to see Jungkook come into view, looking impossibly attractive. You start to sweat, as you glance over his attire; his black hair was parted and had a slight wave, he had on a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned, ripped black skinny jeans with black combat boots, and a gold rolex on his left wrist. But what made you blush furiously, was that under his unbuttoned dress shirt, he wore a black top, that was see through, almost as if it was fishnet stockings. You could see his toned muscular stomach, but as your eyes travelled upwards, you could see a silver bar, run through his left nipple. OH MY DEAR LORD, PLEAVE GIVE ME THE STRENGTH…

Jungkook smirked, as he saw you redden at his appearance. “Well c’mon sweetheart, lets go get a drink,” he teases.

Don’t look at the piercing, don’t look at the piercing… oh my god, just focus on his face. His very attractive face… You were struggling to keep your composure in front of this sinful looking man, but you mouth a quiet ok, and get up from the chair, then let Jungkook lead you outside.

Chaerin, the receptionist, stares at you and Jungkook leaving, and bites her lip in jealously. “Lucky bitch.”

It shouldn’t have been a shock to you when you saw his shiny silver Cadillac. It made perfect sense, with the amount of income he earns. Damn, he must be loaded. Like $1000 per hour with him? And that doesn’t even included tips, wow.

Jungkook smirks at your gapping mouth as he gets into the driver’s seat. “Are you just gonna stand there looking like a fish? Or are you gonna get in?” he teases from inside.

You blush at his remark, but open the passenger’s door, and plop down quickly into the leather seating. You quickly buckle your seatbelt in, as your nerves start to activate. Why am I always so nervous with him?

Jungkook buckles in his seatbelt, then starts the engine. He turns to look at you, and hastily says “The bar we’re going to is about a 10-minute drive from here, and trust me, its one of my favourites. Is that good with you?” He sees you nod your head in confirmation, and with that, he blasts up the stereo system, and speeds off.

~~~~~

The car ride was mostly silent, aside from the heavy base of the music that was playing. Jungkook had one hand on the wheel most of the time, and you could see the muscles and veins strain in his arm, as he rolled up his sleeves. You try to control your breathing, as you were just so nervous around this delicious looking man, so you decide to look elsewhere. You turn to look at the back seats, but then you spot something there; a lacy red thong. You can’t help but blush even more, thinking of this fine man just pounding into faceless women in the back seat. But something worried you when you felt it; the small twinge of jealousy. Oh my god! What am I thinking??! He has sex for a living, why am I feeling this way?

The car pulls to a stop, in the parking lot of a brightly lit and loud building. The engine turns off, and Jungkook unbuckles his seat belt. “Alright, we’re here,” he says with an excited voice.

You both get out of the car, and Jungkook leads the way to the building. You hear the ‘beep’ of his car when he locks it, and you trail closely behind him, scared of being lost. As you near the entrance, you can’t help but get confused; this place looked more like some busy club, rather than a bar.

“Jungkook? I thought we were going to a bar…” you quietly question.

He laughs at your small voice, then wraps his right arm around your waist. He fells you stiffen, and a small smirk graces his lips. “Well it is one. I mean, there is a bar inside of the club.”

“Ohh…” you say with a pout. You absolutely hated going to clubs, it just wasn’t your thing. So you were a little irritated that he didn’t mention you were going to one. You look down at your appearance, and cringe when you realize you aren’t really dressed for clubbing.

Jungkook notices your hesitancy, then gives your waist a bit of a squeeze. “Y/n you don’t have to worry, you look fine. Just stay close to me, alright?”

“O-okay.”

You two reach the entrance to the club, and can see there’s a huge lineup to get in. You groan involuntary to yourself, but Jungkook just leads you to the front doors, ignoring all the people behind. The bouncer gives one look at him, and Jungkook grips your waist tighter in emphasis, “She’s with me.”

To your shock, the bouncer lets the two of you in, free of charge with no waiting. You look around at the interior of the club; it was dimly lit, with neon bluish lighting everywhere. There was a big dancefloor, to which it was currently packed with grinding bodies.

Jungkook leads you to the bar table on the far left, and you both take a seat beside each other.

The bartender comes in with a charming smile. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll just have a cup of beer.” Jungkook then turns to you with a questioning look in his eyes while he asks, “And Y/n?”

“U-uhh, maybe a glass of water?”

Both him and the bartender stare at you like you’ve grown another head. “Actually, she’ll have a Blue Hawaiian,” The bartender mouths an okay, and goes to prepare your drinks.

What the hell? “Jungkook, I don’t drink alcohol.” you tell him.

He just glares at you, “Well, I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

Huh? ��U-uhh… what?” you stutter nervously.

He sighs, then scoots his chair closer to you, till your thighs are touching. Your heartbeat quickens, when he leans closer to you, and you can smell his intoxicating cologne again. “Y/n, you’re in the Red-Light district. If people see a pretty girl like you, sipping on water, they’ll see you as easy prey.”

What? What does he mean? See me as prey? “I d-don’t think I understand…” you stammer.

He gently puts his large left hand on your right thigh, making you feel hot all over. “There’s bad people here Y/n, some that will try to take advantage of you in the worst possible way.”

Before he can continue, the bartender comes in with a grin, and places both of your drinks in front of the two of you. “Enjoy,” the man says, then leaves to serve others.

Jungkook grabs his beer, then places your blue looking drink in your hands. He has a stern look in his face, when he commands you, “Drink it.”

You stare at the cool drink, and hesitate. I don’t even like drinking, it leads to poor choices. It is never a good option.

“If you don’t at least drink a little bit of it, then I’ll spread your lips myself, and force it down.”

WHAT?!?!

“But I mean, maybe you’d like that…” he purrs against your ear.

You’re positive your face is bright red, so you nervously lift the glass to your lips, to drink some of the cool blue substance. You cringe a bit at the small burn in your throat, but otherwise, it didn’t taste so bad. It had a similar flavour to pineapple juice, or some other tropical fruit drink.

Jungkook grins at your obedience, and squeezes your thigh. “Good girl,” he coo’s in your ear. He wasn’t lying to you about how people would try to come onto to you, but he also purposely wanted to try to get you a bit tipsy, so he could ask what your real purpose of meeting him was. He still didn’t trust you, but to be fair, he didn’t really trust anyone anymore. He’s been deceived and used so much in the past, that he has built barriers to ever trusting someone again.

“So Y/n, why did you really want to meet me?”

“Hmmm? What do you mean?” you slur. Am I really starting to get drunk from a couple of sips? You look down at your drink, and realize that It was already more than half way done. What the hell? I didn’t drink that much of it already, did I?

Jungkook side eyes you, while he takes a sip from his beer. “I’m not an idiot, so I could tell, even when you first met me, you never came for the intention of having sex.”

Oh no, this doesn’t sound good. I feel like he knows… “W-what?” you stutter.

“Tch, ohh Y/n, haven’t you already learned? It’s impossible to fool me, so tell me the truth,” he says bitterly.

What’s happening? Why is he so hostile all of a sudden? “I… I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grits his teeth while moving closer to you, to growl in your ear, “Don’t you fucking lie to me, Y/n. You purposely tried to avoid all my advances that first time, and it wasn’t because you were shy, you just had no interest. You wanted to know more personally about me, why is that?”

You couldn’t think straight, as the alcohol had started to take an affect on you. You look down at the drink, and want to curse when you realize that you had consumed all of it. I don’t even remember drinking all of it! What the fuck? Your breathing becomes uneven, and your palms were starting to sweat, as you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t tell him the truth about Jin sending you there, that was for sure. But your mind was so fogged up that you couldn’t even think of a proper lie, to get out of this situation.

Jungkook impatiently squeezes your thigh harder, making you squeak. “Tell me the truth right now, and I promise I won’t hurt you. If you don’t, I’ll beat it out of you, then I’ll leave you for dead.” He pauses, then lets out a sinister smirk, then whispers, “Or maybe, after beating you, I’ll just leave you on the streets, for all the demons to come and toy with you. Understand?”

Your eyes widen at his threat, and you’ve never felt so terrified of him till now. Who was this man? Is he really only a prostitute?!? Why would Jin send you to someone who sounded so dangerous?!? You take a gulp, that was lodged in your throat, then quietly speak, “O-okay, I understand.”

Jungkook releases some of the pressure from his hold on you thigh, to which you let out a tiny sigh. “Good girl. Now tell me, do you work for m-”

“Oh my god, Kookie Is that you!?” you hear a high pitched squeal of excitement.

You notice Jungkook’s threatening expression, change to an annoyed one. He turns around to see a woman dressed in a skin tight, red mini dress, with 5-inch white stiletto heels. He groans, “What do you want Hyuna?”

She giggles, and then walks to him, boldly putting her hand on his covered crotch. She then takes out a wad of cash, stuffs it inside his pants, while rubbing his member, completely ignoring your presence. “It’s been so long since you’ve played with Noona, why don’t we go have a little fun,” she purrs at him.

Your face feels as if it is on fire at the scene in front of you, but the alcohol in your system doesn’t allow you to turn away, only gawk at them. The worst part was that, Jungkook, didn’t even take his eyes off of you, he just watched your reaction.

You find the courage to speak up at her, “Excuse me miss, but I think we’re kinda busy right now…”

She narrows her eyes, then finally turns to look at you. She laughs, “Oh, I see. Unless you’d prefer staying with this plain Jane, rather than have some real fun with me. I don’t mind,” she mocks.

Usually insults don’t faze you that much, especially since some patients would throw them on the daily, but right now, you felt humiliated at her remark. You could feel your tempter starting to rise slowly, which you blamed on the alcohol.

Jungkook on the other hand, was intrigued by your reaction. You were always so shy and polite around him, but when he saw your eyes flare with anger and a hint of jealousy, he was highly curious. If you did work for the person he was thinking about, then why would you get so upset at some random chick rubbing his dick? Why wouldn’t you just take him by force, instead of trying to talk with him? He was now extremely confused on who you were, maybe his suspicions were completely wrong. He saw how your grip on the cup tightened, and then an idea popped into his mind.

“Actually Hyuna, I think me and her are done talking,” and then he grips her wrist, and stands up.

What? He can’t be serious! Where the hell is he going? “Wait! Jungkook! Where are you going?” you screech out to him, as you grip his arm. What happened to him threating me? Was he just joking? What the hell is going on?

Jungkook trys to look unfazed from the tingle of your hand on his arm; it was the first time you actually initiated physical contact with him. “Have fun by yourself, Y/n. Just forget about what I said, and never show your face to me again.” He honestly didn’t want to deal with someone who could potentially cause him harm. He knew, that if you did work for ‘them’, he should kill you on the spot, but he was still so confused. What if you really were just a random innocent girl? And the more he looked into your pleading eyes, the more harder it was becoming to the thought of having to kill you. So just to play it safe, he chose to never see you again, and let you go free from the darkness.

What? No! He can’t leave me here! I still need to talk to him, for Jin! “Please! Just wait, let me expla-”

“Listen here you desperate slut,” Hyuna interrupts you. “He’s not into you, okay? So piss off…” and then she yanks your hand off of Jungkook’s arm aggressively, and leaves with him.

~~~~~

You were sitting at an empty booth in the club. It had been about an hour since Jungkook left you, to go hook up with Hyuna. You sat there apprehensively, not knowing what to do. It wasn’t like you could just go home; you didn’t know how to find the bus stop from here, and it was nighttime, thus adding fear to even walking by yourself in this area. You would have called Jessica, or even Jin, but your phone was dead since you used it too much, when you were waiting at the brothel. Besides that, you didn’t even remember their numbers by heart, so you were just sitting there alone, with nothing to do. You tried to search for Jungkook a couple times, but you couldn’t see him anywhere, making you assume he left the club.

Even though you didn’t want to admit it, you felt great grief when he motionlessly told you he never wanted to see you again. You genuinely wanted to get to know him better. What had you done? Why did he get so aggressive with you randomly? You remember he was gonna ask you if you worked for someone, but who? That stupid Hyuna interrupted him before he could ask. Ughh.

You were still deep in thought, when you noticed two big shadows hover over you. You looked up, and saw two men who looked like they were in their mid thirties. “U-uhh, can I help you?” you ask nervously.

They just lick their dry lips in response, then the taller of the two, suddenly shoves you, till you’re laying down on your back.

You shriek, but before you can scream at them, the one on top of you, gags you by shoving a handkerchief down your throat. You try to knee him in the crotch, but the other man comes and pins down your legs with his hands.

“Now why don’t you behave, and make this easy for us, okay princess?” the one on top of you laughs. He then slowly starts to slide his sweaty hands underneath your pink shirt.

You wanted to cry and scream for help, but the gag in your mouth was making it difficult to breath. Even if you did scream, it would sound gurgled, and no one would be able to hear it over the music. Both of your arms and legs were held down by these two filthy men, so you couldn’t even fight them off.

Please someone help me! This can’t be happening! Your eyes start to water as you realize that this was reality. So the only thing you could do, was close your eyes and hope it ends quickly.

Before the man can reach the underwire of your bra, you feel him completely remove his hands, and get off of you. Your arms and legs are now free, and you silently thank god that someone listened to your prays. But your thankfulness is cut short, when you hear panicked screams. You hastily open your eyes, and take the napkin out of your mouth, then you sit up to witness the scene in front of you.

Those two men didn’t have a change of heart over their actions, they were physically thrown off of you. The one who was pinning your legs, was currently on the ground, howling in pain as he clutched his broken arm and bloody nose. You turn your vision to the left, to see that the man who originally pinned you, was tackled on the ground. Your eyes travel upward to see who your saviour was; Jungkook.

Instead of being happy that he didn’t actually leave you, you feel scared as you watch him wrap his hands around the assaulter’s neck. And even when the man stopped fighting back, and his arms dropped down lifelessly, to your horror, Jungkook continued to smile, not stopping from choking the man to death…