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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Show Them I’m Yours

A/N: Everyone knows there ain’t no party like a SAMCRO party. Imagine you’re Jax Teller’s girl and you want everyone to know, so he savagely takes you at one of those parties and puts on a hell of a show. (@itsme-autumn suggested that I write this and I was like um hell fucking yes)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, sex with an audience (Jax owning your ass and showing off that fact in front of all the Sons – they all get to watch but ONLY JAX can touch), featuring gifs of pretty much everyone

Word Count: ~2.9k

“Excuse me, sir?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. Appalled at the audacity of what this stupidly attractive bastard just dared to suggest. “No, I did not fuck up my car on purpose.”

The Prince of Charming smirks at that, hands on his hips, tongue flicking out between his suckable pink lips. “You sure about that, princess? Third time in a week that you’ve come by to get it serviced...”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” you sass back at him, flattered as fuck that he has, though your pride demands hiding that fact. Of course you’ve been screwing around with your engine all week just to have an excuse to hit up Teller-Morrow and check out his ass, to be honest. But fuck him for calling you out on it. “You’re not even the one who fixes shit. My visits here are not your business, and I’m not your fucking princess.”

His leather-clad shoulders lift up in a shrug, like he couldn’t care less. “Suit yourself. Name’s Jax,” he says with another long drag of his cigarette. “Jax Teller. Knew a stuck-up little bitch like you would be too proud to ask.”

Fucking shit. He knows you well. And hearing him call you a bitch just got you wetter than you would like to admit; you hope to hell that he can’t tell. “Maybe this stuck-up bitch just isn’t fucking interested.”

You flip him off and drive away—your car is really functioning just fine, needless to say—but you’re inevitably back by sex-o’-clock the very next day.

It’s been barely a month since you first moved to Charming, and you’re still not really used to feeling so damn new. It’s honestly alarming, just how shamelessly the men around town gawk at you. Don’t even seem to realize that it’s rude. You’re well aware you’re super cute, but till you moved here, you had never felt so... coveted. So viewed.

Nowhere more so than right here at Teller-Morrow. Home of the infamous biker club known as SAMCRO. The way the crew here always ogles you like heaven’s gift to men is quite a big boost to your ego.

“Know what I think, darlin’?” Jax taunts, sauntering toward your car as you pull in. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing. Know that every man in Charming wants a piece of that sweet ass.”

“Well, Mr. Teller...” you step out of the driver’s seat, standing to face him, close enough to feel his heat. “This ass ain’t up for grabs.”

Jax takes that as a challenge: as an open invitation, as he should. Slowly moves closer, feeding all your deepest hungers—God, he smells so fucking good—then wraps one hand around your back, the other sliding toward your ass... to show you just how wrong you were. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Jesus Christ—you want this man to fuck you up against your car, savage and hard, right fucking now... but he has something else in mind. Invites you to a party tonight, at the SAMCRO clubhouse. Who are you to deny?

He approaches his crew, as you drive away, fading from view. All the Sons stand in awe of their President—stunned that he just fucking conquered you.

“Dude, you gonna hit that?” Juice effuses, unable to hide his excitement. “Hot damn...”

Jax Fucking Teller stands tall like the king that he is and has always been, flashing his signature cocky grin. “Hell yeah I am.”

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You have no clue what you are about to walk into. Of course you were shameless enough to choose your most provocative outfit: a skimpy excuse for a dress that covers very little of you, paired with your favorite fuck-me-now shoes. Jax had offered to pick you up from where you live, the Prince Charming he is—but as much as you’d kill for a ride on his Harley, you wanted to ride on your own dime, show up at your own time, keep up the illusion that you’re in control of your shit. You’re all decked out and ready to go nice and early, but hold off on heading out yet—figure you should play hard to get, keep the guy waiting a bit.

Your self-restraint lasts for a solid two minutes.

There’s no hope of fighting how desperate you are for his dick. The thong that you’re wearing is made of some thin flimsy lace, so your pussy is leaking all over the place, and the seat of your car is all sticky and slick. That’s real fucking classy, Y/N, you think, quite ashamed of the nasty-ass slut you’re becoming.

By the time you arrive, every cell in your barely-dressed body feels so damn alive at the thought of Jax taking you home once the party is over and railing you all fucking night...

You don’t yet know it then, but waiting till the party is over is not what Jax Teller intends. No, you’re gonna get fucked good and hard long before it all ends.

Parking your car outside, you try and fail to steady your nerves with a long horny sigh as you shut off your engine. Preparing yourself for whatever is coming tonight. Finally stepping out, struggling to pull off a smooth sexy strut as you head toward the clubhouse. All right. Let the party begin.

From the second you walk in, you feel downright soaked in pure sin. All you can see are half-naked strangers slobbering all over each other, bodies pressed together, a blur of sweat-slick skin and old worn-out leather. The place stinks of sex, smoke and liquor, and you couldn’t possibly feel any sicker. Oh God, this is straight up disgusting—fuck this shit, you think, regretting having ever decided to come...

But before you can turn and head straight out the door, you lay eyes on the king, and remember exactly why you had accepted the invitation into his fucking kingdom. And all of a sudden your senses go numb and your slutty ass feels... right at home.

“There you are,” he greets you with a ravenous growl in his voice that resounds over all of the noise. “Now the party’s about to start. Glad that I got you to come, sweetheart.”

The gorgeous motherfucker’s lips curve up into a smirk, as he utters that sinful little word, and it has got to be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.

“Don’t get too cocky, Jax,” you tease him back, as his piercing blue eyes devour your entire figure, clearly pleased to see that you’re practically naked. “Still gonna have to work at that... I haven’t come just yet.”

He snickers, lustfully biting his lip as he reaches around you to grab at your ass through your dress, rendering you a dripping mess just at the touch of his fingers. “No, but already soaking wet, I bet.”

Oh God, yes... those are the only words that come into your head, a silent gasp for air, as his big strong frame slams you up against the nearest wall and holds you there, one hand upon your ass now as the other tangles roughly in your hair.

“Darlin’, you got any clue just how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you?” he snarls, breathing heated against your skin, making your pussy clench and your toes curl. “You know, ever since this fine ass came to town... all those times you would come around... Christ, all I’ve wanted to do... is just pin you the fuck down... and show the whole fucking world who you belong to. Claim you as my dirty girl.”

Every word from his mouth has you spiraling down into some sort of sex-drunk submissive daze. Lost in a haze, everything else around you fades... until you realize, in a split second, that you and Jax are the focus of literally everybody’s gaze. Looking over his shoulder at the whole rest of the room, you are beyond surprised to find all fucking eyes on you and him. You feel the blood drain from your face. This seems like honestly too much to take—and yet you can’t deny, something about the spectacle of all of this has got you feeling... well, some kind of way...

“Yeah, they’re all watching, babe,” Jax devilishly taunts, reading your mind, lips on your neck and hands groping your tits and God that feels fucking divine. “Like the attention? Kinky little thing, I know it turns you on. What’d’ya say we fuck in front of them and give ‘em what they want?”

It’s not as if you have a choice, when Jax Teller is talking in that motherfucking mouthwatering voice. At this point you are nothing but his filthy fucking toy.

Now that your fate has been sealed as exactly that, he’s gonna give you the most epic sex you’ve ever fucking had.

Handling you like a damn rag doll, Jax swiftly shifts off of the wall, then throws you down over a pool table conveniently nearby, with your back pressed against the surface as he stands between your open thighs and effortlessly rips your dress to shreds. Strips off your thong next, tattered lace lost in a heap down on the floor between your legs. The look on his breathtakingly beautiful face with every move he makes is just pure fucking sex.

And just like that, here in a room packed full of people most of whom you’ve never met, you are stark fucking naked, legs spread, soaking wet and loving every goddamn minute since apparently you’re seriously fucked up in the head.

Staring straight up into his blazing bright blue eyes, as he so proudly claims you as his prize, you’ve never felt so damn alive. But also dead.

“Mmm, look at that...” he hums, teasing your wet cunt with a cruel flick of his thumb. “Who fucking owns this pretty pussy, hmm? This nice tight ass you got?”

Oh, God—how is it even possible for everything he says and does to be so fucking hot...? Though you can barely speak, needy and weak, you know this bastard has demanded that you answer. So you tell him what is so painfully true. “You do, Jax. All you.”

He growls in pleasure, and you couldn’t possibly get any wetter. You’re officially the property of Jackson Fucking Teller. And he wants to hear you say it, which is just about the hottest fucking thing ever. “Tell ‘em, whore. Tell the whole room who fucking owns you. Wanna hear you tell ‘em who.”

And so you do. The words fall freely from your open mouth. You say it loud and proud. “Jax Fucking Teller owns my ass.”

The room responds with raucous shouts and cheers, resounding in your ears. You barely even notice, though, because now Jax has started stripping off his clothes—everything’s happening so fast—and as you lay eyes on his downright godlike body you are not sure just how much longer your slipping grip on sanity can last. He hasn’t even taken out his cock yet, but the moment that he does... you’re pretty sure you won’t even be conscious anymore.

So you form words, while you still can, beholding this god of a man. “Want you to show ‘em, Jax. Please. Show off how you own me. Fuck me like just what I am, your dirty little whore. Show them I’m yours.”

Jax doesn’t need to be asked twice. Next thing you know his massive cock is finally free, the fucking perfect piece of meat standing so tall and proud and hard between his strong muscular thighs, and he wastes no damn time at all giving exactly what you need. He takes a firm hold of your knees to spread your legs out even wider to receive everything that he has to give... and then he drives his cock inside you in one swift soul-crushing thrust and Jesus Christ, as every fiber of your being dies, you realize that until this moment you had never truly lived.

You barely register anything else that’s happening around you, but on some level you do. It’s even hotter knowing just how much the whole crew is enjoying this amazing fucking view.

“God, that’s so fucking hot...” Juice mutters from his front row spot, stupidly hoping no one else will notice as he scrapes your tattered thong off of the floor and stuffs it quickly in his pocket.

Tig snickers loudly from where he’s standing nearby. “You little pervert. We all saw that.”

Juice points his finger at the guy. “Pervert? Seriously? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black...”

In the meantime, none of that got past the king. Jax doesn’t miss a thing, and he’s possessive of his property, beyond belief. He promptly shoots a sharp glare at the thong thief. “Think you can try and take what’s mine? I’m gonna be needing that back.”

The look on Juice’s face, at that... you cannot help but laugh, and have a little pity. Something about this whole dynamic with the audience around you has restored a little sanity and dignity, and you’re able to string words together, even while you’re still getting completely fucked to pieces by Jax Teller.

“Aw, let him have it, Jax. Poor guy’s just picking up scraps. You’re the one who still owns my whole ass.”

Chiming in with his distinctive accent, Chibs echoes your laugh with an approving clap. “Now would ya look at that. So generous! Jackie Boy, you got yourself there one hell of a lass.”

You smile at him with a playful wink as Jax keeps pushing deeper in, his cock seemingly harder with every thrust, bigger the farther it sinks. “Fuck yeah, he does. You jealous?”

“Aye, as if you have to ask...”

Jax doesn’t like it when you spend more than two seconds with your eyes on anybody else. Although he knows no one’s an actual threat, that fact still doesn’t change how possessive he gets. He takes his hands off of your legs now to powerfully grab your head, keeping your face in place just where he wants it, your gaze fixed on him alone as he keeps fucking you dead.

You can still hear the chorus of indistinct voices:

“Fuck her up!”

“Own that slut!”

“Pound that pussy, Pres!”

And so he does, making you moan and beg him for more, spouting out filth like a two-dollar whore, as his huge monster cock brings you closer and closer to climax. “Fuck yes—Jesus Christ, holy fucking shit—destroy me with that dick—God, you’re so big—fuck, Jax...!”

It feels like you’re about to burst. Happy, for one, seems to want that to happen. He’s more into the action than the words. “Just shut her up and fuck her harder. Till it hurts.”

You didn’t think that it would be humanly possible for Jax to fuck you any harder than he has been, in these past however many fucking minutes... but apparently it is. And the mind-blowing pain that it causes is pure fucking bliss. All of a sudden he picks up the pace, hips ramming into you so hard the table seems about to break, grunting and groaning out with every move he makes and leaning down to suck the screams out of your mouth, drilling deeper into every inch of your body and drowning you in his delicious taste as he devours your face.

Fuck if that’s not a one-way ticket straight to subspace.

Although your consciousness is all but gone, you try to stay afloat now as Jax pulls back from the kiss to ask one last question. “Who owns this fucking cunt?”

You couldn’t give less of a shit just how insane you sound right now. You’re honestly just proud that you can speak English somehow. “You own this cunt! You own my whole entire ass! You fucking own me, Jax! You... fucking... unghhhh...”

The whole entire room knows what’s about to happen. And as you come undone, some part of you can hear them jeering, cheering, every one of them so damn proud and supportive of their king...

But for the most part you can only hear and see and feel one thing: Jax Fucking Teller all around you, deep inside you, splitting you right fucking open, filling you up with his white hot cum until it feels as if your whole goddamn existence served the sole purpose of leading up to this one perfect moment, to this epically earth-shattering explosion...

There is no better feeling in the world than being owned by him. You know it now, and so does everybody in this room. Damn did he show them. Just as you had asked. Jax Fucking Teller went off and did that. Showed off ow utterly and undeniably he owns your whole entire fucking ass.

You end up spending just a few more lazy minutes making out, tongues halfway down each other’s throats. “Mmmm, glad that I got you to come, Y/N,” he gloats, again, smirking in smug satisfaction now that the task is finally done.

But the night is still young. So you tell him. “Well, Teller—you should know that your dirty girl has three fuckable holes... and you’ve only fucked one.”

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starrynite7114 · 3 years

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tea party (daddy angel)

A/N: Ello everyone! Here I am, trying my best to survive finals the best way I know how, writing my feelings away. This is a fluffy one since I just need this to survive finals and work. I’m trying to make my way through my requests, if you’ve made a request, I’m trying my best to write it! I apologize for it taking so long, I get side tracked and I’m just the worst at times. But fret not, I will finish your requests soon!

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You looked at Emilia as she looked around the scrapyard, looking for her favorite person, of the week. The five year old was the spitting image of you with the personality of her father. You followed after her, the sunset making the heat of the desert that much bearable, which was why you were at the scrapyard. Going further in where the clubhouse was, Emilia spotted her favorite person, Creeper.

“Tio!” She exclaimed loudly causing the Mayan men that were outside to look over at her. They all looked at one another before they groaned when she added the name. “Cree!” Creeper was not sometbing Emilia could pronounce that well two years ago and Cree just stuck.

Creeper flipped the rest of the guys the bird before making his way over to Emilia and meeting her half way.

“Hola princesa,” he kissed her cheek, making Emilia squeal in delight.

“How am I not ever a favorite?” Angel question, a pout on his face as you greeted him with a kiss and a hug.

“Your daddy, you’re always the favorite.” You knew that was partially true. Angel was Emilia’s forever favorite, but with her Tio’s it was a rotating system.

“Not true, she favors you over me.” Angel wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“For this week, she’s playing us baby. Emilia knows the game.” You watched as Emilia animatedly spoke to Creeper and Riz about the latest toys she received. “She has them wrapped around her finger.”

“She has all of us wrapped around her finger.” Angel chuckled. He kissed the top of your head one more time before walking over to join them.

“Mommy!” You heard your eldest, Xavier call for you.

You turned to face your eight year old and he ran straight to you. A chuckle escape your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, careful with your portruding belly.

“Hi baby sister.” He softly patted your belly, you smiled as you felt the baby kick. You were six months pregnant and you were ecstatic to be pregnant again. You and Angel always wanted a big family, but you knew after these two, you were done. You just haven’t told Angel you were having twins.

“How you know it’s a baby sister?” You wrapped an around around his shoulder as you both make your way to Emilia who had Angel, Creeper, Riz and Bishop all around her.

“It’s big brother instinct.” He proudly told you.

Xavier was the spitting image of Angel with a mixture of yours and his personality. The quiet, mild tempered eldest was everything you and Angel could dream of as a big brother. He dotted over Emilia and did whatever his baby sister wanted.

‘As long as she’s smiling then that’s all that matters.’

Your little man was too wise for his years, it was the reason the other members always messed with Angel that it didn’t seem like Xavier was his kid. But they just didn’t know the mature side of Angel. He was always goofy, but Angel could be as wise as Coco and Ezekiel when he wanted to be. He just decided to fit the mold that was carved for him, it made him feel unpredictable, except with you. The way you read him so well used to frustrate him, but now, he saw the benefits. It still annoyed him especially when you what to do to get him out of his funk. Sometimes he wanted to stay in his funk, but you wouldn’t let him.

‘We’re a team. Pout all you want by expect you outside in twenty minutes ready to spend the day with me and the kids. Club business is club business. In our home, we matter most. Club business stay outside.’ Then you would pause a mischievous smirk on your face whenever you two would have this talk. ‘But if you want to take out your frustrations on me in the privacy of our room, then we can do that too daddy.’

He would be a goner and this was why you were pregnant with baby #3.

You and Angel have been together for over ten years and married for four. Angel could never admit why it took so long for him to pop the question. It was the age at first, too young to marry, even though you two had Xavier two years in your relationship. Then being in danger came to play. Being almost kidnapped almost tore you two apart, but before it could become permanent, Angel snapped out of his stupor and stayed put. Emilia came then.

When she turned two, on your anniversary, Angel popped the question and the rest has been history.

“Xavi!” Emilia broke away from Creeper and went to her forever favorite, her big brother Xavier. You’re not sure how you two were so lucky that Xavier and Emilia were as close as they were, but you never questioned it. The two were inseparable and they both had such a hard time whenever Xavier had to school and two year old Emilia had to say goodbye to her older brother for a few hours.

“Mia,” he fondly wrapped his arms around her. Mia was his nickname, no one else’s, not even daddy or mommy could call her that. It was for Xavi alone.

“Xavi, I invited daddy, Tio Creep and Tio Riz to our tea party!” There was no need to invite Xavier, he was always there, no matter what. Everyone else was invited to their tea party. “Mommy, you can come too.”

“Why thank you for inviting me Emmy.” You laughed.

“What about me sweetheart? I don’t get invited?” Bishop crouched down to be Emilia’s eye level.

“Daddy said you’re too old to have a tea party with us.”

Everyone held back their laughter as Bishop looked up at Angel.

“Kids, say the silliest things.” Angel chuckled nervously as he steered Emilia away from Bishop. “I think she misunderstood, I said you have important matters to attend to prez.”

“Yeah, okay dipshit.” Bishop smacked Angel upside the head.

“Jar!” Emilia yelled out.

No one was allowed to swear around Emilia. It was a rule made since she absorbed everyone’s words.

Every. Single. One.

“How was the OB appointment?” Angel questioned, caressing your belly.

“Good, the baby is doing well.” You corrected babies in your head, but you kept it to yourself. You wanted to keep it between you and Angel, you wanted to tell him when you were all home.

“You really don’t want to find out what we’re having?” It was a hoax deal you made with Angel. You knew what you two were having, but again, you wanted to surprise him.

“Babe, don’t you like the element of surprise?” You wrapped your arms around Angel’s neck, giving him your infamous pout that Emilia inherited from you.

“Oh fuck no baby, not the pout.” Angel groaned. “Fine, happy wife, happy life.”

“I knew you would see it my way.” You kissed him, hearing your kids groan.

“Hey, when you get your first girlfriend, mama and I are gonna be groaning like that too.” Angel warned Xavier. He turned to his little princess and shook his head. “No relationship for you, girl or boy.”

“Angel!”

You were cooking dinner for the night, your house was a full house once again. Once a week, your home was basically the center location for the Mayans to have dinner. You loved hosting your second family and you knew the kids loved having their family over, especially Emilia since before dinner, they all had a tea party. It was always amusing to see some of the Mayans men gathered around her coffee table, playing with Emilia.

“You need help mommy?” Xavier broke away from the group, making sure you were good. Ever since you became pregnant, Xavier was your little shadow while Angel was your big, sometimes annoying shadow. Pregnancies were difficult for you, but Angel could be over the top. Your little man tried to give you your space as much as he could, but whatever you needed, he got for you.

“I’m good baby boy, go back to the tea party, Emmy doesn’t like being away from you.” You advised him.

“It’s okay, daddy and the other tio’s have been occupied.”

You gave him an odd look before closing the oven door and walking over to the technically divided living room and kitchen. There on the floor all around the table was Angel, Creeper, Riz and new one Bishop, who was being taught proper tea etiquette.

Bishop ran Templo, but Emilia Marisol Reyes ran this Reyes household, followed after you of course. You could see the other members holding back their laughter as Emilia shook her head vehemently when Bishop just tried to drink from the tea cup without holding it properly.

Angel tried to mask his laughter with a cough, but Bishop shot him a look.

“Tio Ish! You’re not paying attention to me. I’m the princess and this is my royal tea party.” The pout on her lips made Bishop sigh.

“Sorry princesa, Tio is new at this.” Bishop held his hand out so that Emilia could put his hand on his. “Lo siento.”

“Okay, since you’re my favorite.” She smiled such a bright smile, Bishop felt accomplished for the day.

“Hey, wait a minute, I’m her favorite!” Creeper interjected.

“Be quiet, I’ve never been the favorite.” Bishop glared at the Mayan’s road captain who immediately zipped his mouth.

Angel looked over at you, giving you a wink. You playfully rolled your eyes and continued cooking.

“When you drink, you have to lift your pinky up like this.” Emilia proceeded to demonstrate for Bishop. “And you have to drink slowly since it’s hot.” She turned to Angel and scooted closer to Bishop. “Daddy always burns himself because he mostly pays attention to mommy when we play.” It was a failed attempt at whispering that made the men at the table laugh.

Angel excused himself from the party and let Xavier take his seat. He walked over to you, his muscular arms wrapping around you, his hands resting on your stomach.

“Hey mami,” he placed a kiss on your neck, nuzzling you.

“Hey,” you leaned your head to the side to touch his.

“You good?”

“Angel, don’t make me strangle you.” You threatened Angel at least twice a day. It didn’t matter to him since it was endearing.

“Like with my head in between your thighs?”

You laughed, playfully elbowing your husband. “See this is why I’m pregnant.”

“And? I told you, basketball team.” He turned you to face him. The smile on Angel’s face always got you in trouble, but there was no other partner in crime you would choose to get in trouble with or to be in love with.

“Unless you start popping babies, I might be all tapped out after this one.” You truly were. Twins were going to be crazy and the last thing you needed was another bundle of joy after them. You love having kids with Angel, but you had to be mindful as well.

“Come on mi amor, at least two more.”

You laughed in your head. After he finds out you’re carrying twins, he may not feel the same.

“Daddy! It’s my time, mommy is cooking! You said not to bother mommy while she cooks.” You both heard Emilia call out.

You and Angel looked at one another and laugh. He kissed you once again before placing a kiss on your stomach. He walked over to Emilia and sat beside his little princesa.

“As a new member, you must tell us your favorite person.” It was a rule Emilia made up. Anyone new who joined the tea party had to tell everyone who their favorite person was, and there was only one answer.

Emilia.

Bishop chuckled. “Of course it’s you princesa.”

The smile on Emilia’s face was priceless. As soon as Emilia came in this world, everyone knew that the Mayans men were going to be suckers for her. And they were right. Emilia was not bratty and for such a young child, knew her boundaries. She pushed it from time to time, but you and Angel always put your foot down when she did.

“You’re my favorite too! Forever and ever!”

All the men shared a look, they knew that the statement was valid, until Taza came back from visiting family.

Her one true favorite who braided her hair and gave her anything she wanted. She may have a new favorite every week, but Taza would always be the person she was drawn to.

“Mommy said that we should all wear tiara’s,” she paused for a moment and looked at you as you peaked over at them again. “Headbands as it is proper, hair wear for tea parties.”

The men looked at you and you held your hands up. “Head wear baby. And don’t look at me, we’ve seen several tea parties and a majority of them the guest wear head wear. It’s fancy after all and, Emilia is your princesa.”

“Baby, some tea parties don’t have it. You don’t want to mess Tio Riz’s beautiful hair.” Angel pointed out.

Emilia turned to Riz, those puppy dog eyes of hers immediately encapturing him.

“Anything for you,” Riz put on the the tiara that she referred to as head wear.

The men followed suit and the tea party continued. Dinner went off without a hitch and now, you were leaning against the headboard with Angel massaging your aching feet.

“Baby, you’re so good at this.” You threw your head back, loving the feel of Angel’s fingers against your feet.

“Sometimes, I feel like you married me because I got the magic fingers.” The mischievous smirk on his face hinted that his meaning was anything but innocent. “My fingers always got you moaning.”

“You’re too much at times.” You laughed, throwing a pillow at him.

Angel easily dodged it and joined in with your laughter.

“Thank you.”

You looked down at Angel and raised an eyebrow at his thankfulness. “For what?”

“For our family, for accepting my family.” Angel always wondered why you decided to stick by him.

“What? Of course. Angel, we’ve been together for so long. I know why you tried to push me away, but you’re lucky I’m sure a wonderful and forgiving woman.” You blew him a kiss and he smiled.

“I’m lucky to have you mi corazon. You’re the love of my life.” The way his eyes softened as he looked up at you, you returned his gaze with the same softness.

“You’re the love of my life too.”

Angel crawled over to you, kissing you. He was on his side, your face turned towards him. His hand was on your belly as it always was when you were pregnant. Angel loved it when you were pregnant. Knowing you two created something together, it always made his heart swell.

He was a man who never thought he deserved anything, but everytime he looked at you and your two kids, he knew that this was made for him, he was where he was supposed to be. He may be a bastard, but God was forgiving.

“Did you really not find out what we’re having?” Angel found it peculiar since you didn’t want to be surprised. You wanted to know so you could plan. And he went with whatever you wanted.

You hit your lip and placed your hands on top of his that we’re resting on your belly.

“We’re having a boy.” The smile that spread across his face was just priceless. You loved seeing Angel’s smile, you always made it your mission to keep that smile on his face. “And a girl.”

“Another boy, guess we’re out numbering you. Wait we’re tied cause we’re having a girl.” Your words finally sunk in and he looked at you with the most confused face. “Bring that back one more time. We’re having a boy and a girl?”

You’re eyes welled up as you nodded your head. The disbelief, yet the happiness on Angel’s face was unmistakenable.

“Baby, holy fuck.” He looked down at your six month only belly. “Twins? Fuck, my Olympic swimmers are champions.”

“Angel! You’re such a dork.” You wiped the few tears that came down, you blamed hormones but Angel always said you cried easily.

“Don’t lie baby, all of our children was like one shot done.” His ego impressed you, but also annoyed you. But you also loved this big goof. “Baby, twins, fuck. And you want to stop after them?”

“Let’s give it a few years, let’s revisit.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

“Emilia was with you, I’m surprised she didn’t shout it out.” Angel then began to worry. Emilia was used to being the only girl. He didn’t want his baby girl to feel replaced, just like how he felt with EZ. “Shit, what if Emmy doesn’t want a baby sister?”

“Doesn’t want a baby sister? She’s already planning their shared room. Emilia is going to be a great big sister, just like Xavier is such a good big brother. You want to know why?”

Angel looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Cause they see how much their daddy loves their Tio EZ. They loved seeing you two together and I do as well.”

Angel began to tear up then, burying his face at the crook of your neck. Emilia already had the MC at the palm of her hands, another girl? It was going to be a sweet disaster for the MC.

You couldn’t even think of what would happen once Emilia and your unborn baby girl was going to bring home boyfriends, when tea parties would no longer be their go to but actually parties.

“Shit, more tea parties.” Angel broke you away from your thoughts.

You laughed. “Shut up, you know you secretly love them.”

And he did. Angel wanted to cherish the moments the Emilia still wanted to be a daddy’s girl. He wanted to cherish the moments where it was still cool to hang out with daddy. He knew eventually that won’t be the case, but he tried not to think of that.

“Can we have a baby every few years, just so we can always have a full house?”

“Again, unless you’re popping them, that’s a no for me.”

If you were being honest, Angel would eventually get you to agree. You wanted a big family and honestly, with the support you had, there was nothing wrong with having a big family.

More tea party guests.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years

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Red, White, and Blue neon lights

Steve Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Bucky knew damn well Steve wasn’t going to get any action himself and after the fiasco at the fair, he decided it’d be better to just have him look at women instead of having to keep them entertained. But leave it to Steve to fall in love with a burlesque performer.

Word count: 2616

Author’s note: This is with Steve after the serum. Just pretend they’re on a break from the war or smthng. I know full well that it doesn’t work like that, but I want to do this around the forties. Also, I wrote this quite quickly cause I was inspired so I didn’t preread it. Gif isn’t mine.

In the darkest alleyways of the city, Bucky drags Steve along to a bar with red, white, and blue neon lights forming the, now iconic, uncle Sam poster. From outside, Steve can hear music that is nowhere near the music you ordinarily hear in bars. It slow and sensual. He reads the sign above the door. Doll Dizzy*. America’s finest broads. “Of course they had to word it like that,” Steve thinks to himself, almost visibly shaking his head.

‘Why are we here again,‘ Steve asks Bucky, obviously uncomfortable because of the unfamiliar scene while Bucky looks to fit in.

‘Well, I was thinking-‘

‘That’s never a good idea.‘ Steve gains a slap to the arm from Bucky while he grins at him.

‘Oh shut your hole,‘ Bucky laughs, ‘see, I was thinking. If Captain America is worse at pulling chicks than a chrome dome geezer, than why not bring him somewhere where the girls are already in their unmentionables?‘

‘I feel like I should be offended.‘ Bucky grins again and puts his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

‘Come on, lets just enjoy the night.‘ Steve sighs and nods, following Bucky into the dim establishment. Bucky buys the both of them a ticket and they walk into the bar.

Inside, everything is doused in neon lights. On their left is a bar with more liquor than even Steve could ever consume and in front of them are tables, booths, and a stage. Everything looks quite overly dramatic to Steve. The curtains that cover the stage are the same ones you see at the theater and the booths and tables look a bit more like they belong in a club uptown.

Nevertheless, Bucky guides them to a booth in the back. A little discreet spot and Steve thanks him for it. His image as America’s golden boy is still imminent and he wants to keep it going that way after all that’s happened.

A scarcely clad woman comes to their table and Steve turns a bright shade of red. He tries to look anywhere but her body, but all he gains are giggles and laughs from both the woman and Bucky.

‘Afternoon gents, what can I get ya?‘ She seems friendly, but Steve still finds it hard to stay respectful.

‘My friend here has to get a bit of a buzz,‘ Bucky tells the woman with a pat on Steve’s chest, ‘what’ll do that for me?‘

‘Got just the thing. I’ll be right back.‘

‘Thanks doll.‘ The girl scurries off and Steve finally breathes again. Bucky laughs.

‘Where in the heavens did you bring me?‘

‘It’s a burlesque bar,‘ Bucky grins, ‘it’s about as much fun you can have without anyone being naked.‘

‘I don’t think-‘

‘No, stop,’ Bucky waves a finger in his face, ‘don’t think. Just enjoy the show. It’s just singing and dancing, but the girls just aren’t wearing their petticoats. That so bad?’

‘I suppose not.‘

‘That’s a good lad,‘ Bucky speaks proudly. The girl comes back over with their drinks and puts them down. She brought them a shot and a beer to chase it. Bucky hands Steve a shot and clinks their glasses together. ‘To beautiful women.’

Steve sighs and throws the shot back, knowing it’ll do nothing for him. At least Bucky is having a good time.

The curtain opens and a man in suit stands on the stage holding a piece of paper and a microphone.

‘Good evening gentlemen,‘ he says with a dirty smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes Steve feel dirty to be here. ‘We have some beautiful dolls waiting to perform for you, but first the rules. Rule number one, you don’t touch the girls. Touch the girls and you will be escorted out. Number two, no forceful behavior towards our girls. We care for our girls and we will throw you out. Number three, no vulgar language about our girls. They are here performing for your pleasure. Thank you very much for your attention. We have a beautiful line of women standing ready for you. Rose, Pansy, Lavender, Peony, but right now I have the pleasure to introduce to you, our pride and joy, Jasmine.‘

‘Are those their real names,‘ Steve asks Bucky in a whisper.

‘Of course not,‘ Bucky chuckles.

They watch as the curtains close for a short while. When they open again, a woman in a red, floor-length dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit all the way up to her hip so you can clearly she see isn’t wearing knickers steps onto the stage. Her lips painted as red as her dress and her hair done beautifully. She stands behind the microphone, barefoot.

The men begin cheering when the piano man starts playing and the girl starts swaying her hips. Steve’s eyes go wide when he hears her voice. She has this southern sound to her voice, but it sounds heavy and dragging. It’s the kind of voice that has a story. It’s to beautiful to be like that naturally. She could put most famous singers to shame in Steve’s opinion.

‘A real looker, ain’t she,‘ Bucky elbows Steve to get his attention, but he just hums in agreement. It doesn’t strike Bucky as anything strange when Steve seems to be staring so intently at the woman. After all, they are here to ogle women.

The number ends too soon. Steve turns his attention back to his glass while Bucky continues to enjoy the women on the stage.

Song after song passes until Jasmine returns to the stage, this time dressed in much less. To Steve, she’s still as beautiful as she was before. He enjoys her singing and her enjoyment in singing. This time around, she seems to be looking at him as well. When she dances, she seems to look for his reaction every time it’s a bit more scandalous.

Or maybe he’s just imagining it. After all, there are lots of guys here. Maybe she’s looking at Bucky. Bucky is much more confident and was always considered the better looking one of them. And suddenly the song has passed.

A few minutes later, their waitress puts a bottle of champagne on their table with three glasses.

‘Oh, we didn’t order this,‘ Steve says, looking at her in confusion. She throws him a smile and just walks off. ‘What was that all about,’ he asks Bucky, but he just shrugs.

‘Good evening gents, may I join you,‘ a female voice asks them. The two look to their side and there she stands. Jasmine dressed in her clothes from the last song, or lack thereof, and a sheer robe tied over it.

‘By all means,‘ Bucky smirks, pulling Steve to his side so she’ll slide into the booth on his side.

‘I must say, I never expected Captain America to visit a place like this one,‘ she looks smug, almost proud, ‘I think this kind of corruption calls for celebration. Bucky, darling, could you open the bottle for us. Don’t shoot it please, it’s expensive.‘

Bucky follows her orders to a tea, like a good soldier should. He pours the glasses, handing her the first as a gentleman should. But she seems to have much more attention for the bigger man.

‘Cheers, to your corruption,‘ she says to Steve. He gives her a shy nods and the three take a sip. ‘So how’d this git manage to drag you down here?‘

‘Git?‘

‘What’s that? Can’t take a bit of ragging**, Barnes,‘ she teases, but quickly turns back to Steve, ‘well? You don’t seem a man who goes around in the sticks***.’ Steve isn’t sure what to say. It’s not like there’s any way to talk this into a good thing. He was nearly dragged by his hair.

‘The man has a hard time talking to women,‘ Bucky tells her, ‘so I thought I’d bring him here so he wouldn’t have to talk.‘

‘Ah, like so. Well, if I’m bothering you, you can just say.‘

‘Oh, no, I quite enjoy your company,’ Steve mutters barely audible. She grins brightly an shuffles and bit closer to him. Most of the talking is still done by Bucky and Jasmin, but he quite likes her with them. She leaned into him more and more, teasing and playing with the cuffs of his sleeves.

‘Well gents, thank you for a wonderful night. I best get going if I want to catch the last bus,‘ she smiles and gets up, ‘maybe I’ll see you two around?’ Bucky nods, but Steve is still amazed and quiet. She leaves looking utterly amused and Steve knows he’s blown it. His heart was beating too damn fast for him to be able to get any words from his mouth.

‘Ey, loverboy,‘ Bucky snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face, ‘you good?‘

‘Yeah, fine.‘

Into the cold of the night they step. Bucky and Steve. Bucky obviously fairly buzzed, Steve awfully sober. If only he’d be able to get at least a little buzzed to match his friend. But hey, at least he doesn’t have to call a cab.

Steve drags Bucky in the direction of the car when he sees this pretty little thing sitting by the bus stop. He recognizes her right away. Jasmine.

‘Evening,‘ he greets with a small smile. She looks at him and smiles, leaning back a little to straighten her back and make herself look bigger.

‘Evening capt’n, did you have a good night,‘ she asks cheerfully.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for spending some time with us,‘ he gives a small nod in appreciation.

‘Your friend ok?‘

‘Buzzed,‘ he explains to her with a shrug, ‘nothing I can’t handle.‘

‘I can see that. He’s basically sleeping.‘

‘You miss your buss?‘ She nods, her smile faltering. ‘Need a ride?‘

‘Sorry I was acting so-‘

‘Don’t bother,‘ she giggles, ‘most proper men get weird around the bar. Just glad you’re one of them. Would be a real shame if Captain America turned out to be a dick, wouldn’t it?‘ He smiles at her joke. He know she’s just saying it to make him feel at ease, but it sounds sincere and he grasps onto that part rather than the other.

‘May I ask your name? I feel strange calling you Jasmine.‘

‘It’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.‘

‘Y/N? That’s a very pretty name,‘ he compliments, trying to sound smooth but the happiness on his face is hard to miss.

‘Thank you.‘ He notices she’s staring at him while he drives. Bucky is snoring in the back seat, but it still feels quite romantic in the front. He does feel nervous, but she makes it feel easier.

‘Say Y/N, I know this isn’t quite how it’s supposed to go, but may I ask you to join me for dinner sometime?‘ He takes a quick peek over at her shocked face.

‘Oh, ehm, wow,‘ she stammers.

‘You don’t have to of course,’ he quickly tells her to make her feel at ease, but then he hears her giggle.

‘I would be honored to join you for dinner,‘ she gleams, ‘I just didn’t expect you to have the guts to ask.‘ She looks to the snoring figure in the back. ‘He’d be proud of you if he heard.’

‘We’re here.‘ Steve parks the car on the curb and runs out to open the door for her on her side. She smiles brightly when he does and takes his hand.

‘Such a gentleman,‘ she comments, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek while she gets up, ‘I like it.‘ His face turns bright red again as he walks her to her front door. ‘Wait here for a second,‘ she asks him before slipping inside. He watches the lights turn on and some rumbling inside. It takes her no longer than a minute or two before she comes back to the door holding a piece of paper. ‘My address and phone number.‘ He nods and takes it, putting it in his breast pocket.

‘I’m sorry I sound so impatient, but would you be free tomorrow,‘ he asks her, ‘see, I don’t know when I’ll be deployed again.‘

‘Tomorrow would be wonderful. Pick me up at six?‘

‘Certainly.‘ The two stare at each other for a moment, his eyes looking at her soft lips. She took off the red lipstick, but they still look amazingly inviting and soft. ‘Would it be improper to kiss you right now?‘

‘It would,‘ she answers with a mischievous smile, ‘but you’ve already seen me in my unmentionables.‘ He takes a step closer to her, gently resting his hands on her hips as she lays her hands on his shoulders.

‘We’ve been doing this whole thing backwards, haven’t we?’ She smiles at him as she feels her heart beating faster and faster. Men like this are hard to come by. And she even found one she actually likes.

‘We have,‘ she answers and presses her lips against his. It’s a short, but wonderful kiss. The both of them gleam when they let go of each other in a state of pure bliss. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.‘ He nods and watches her go inside before he gets back in the car.

‘Who would’ve though.‘ Steve jumps out the sound of Bucky’s voice.

‘Jesus Christ Buck, you scared me,‘ he puts a hand to his chest trying to control his breathing and the adrenaline running through him.

‘I’m proud of you punk,‘ Bucky smiles and pats Steve on the back, ‘she’s quite the catch.‘ Steve smiles proudly, but looks down at the steering wheel.

‘Of course I have to manage to fall in love with a woman completely out of my reach,‘ Steve laughs, ‘it’s not the first time.‘

‘But this woman obviously wants you too,‘ Bucky tells him. They both know they’re revering to Peggy who has always been out of reach for Steve.

‘How can you be so sure about that?‘ Bucky gives him an unbelieving look, confused at Steve’s words.

‘I’m sorry, did you forgot you were just kissing her at the door,‘ he asks the man next to him, ‘believe it or not, this woman is interested in you.‘ Suddenly, Steve gets scared once again. This time because of tapping on the window. Steve rolls his window down and sees Y/N again.

‘Hey, I’m sorry to intrude, but would you want to come inside? Oh, hi Bucky.‘

‘I would love to.‘ She nods with a disappointed look on her face, knowing where this is going.

‘But you have to drive Bucky back.‘

‘I do.‘

‘No you don’t,‘ Bucky stops him, ‘we’re less than a mile from base. I can walk. No problem. Need to sober up anyway. They don’t like drunks at the base.‘ He’s more talking to her than to Steve. He knows the only convincing Steve needs is her convincing. His won’t work. He’s already overused that today.

Before Steve can say anything, Bucky is out of the car. He salutes Steve and Y/N and head in the general direction of the base. Speechless, Steve gets out of the car and follows Y/N inside.

She sits him down on the couch and curls up on the other side, both of them holding a cup of tea. She seems much shyer than before, but a good kind of shy.

‘Tell me if I’m going to fast,‘ she mumbles, ‘but I’ve never met a man quite like you and I’m sure my momma would tell me to keep you as close as I possibly can.‘

‘That’s a big compliment. Thank you,‘ he smiles shyly. She puts her cup of tea on the coffee table and moves towards him on the couch.

‘Can I kiss you again?‘

*Doll dizzy: A boy who’s crazy about girls. **Ragging: Making fun of, nagging. ***In the sticks: Undesirable location.

A white Jasmine stands for sweet love.

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sparklesparklekoushi · 4 years

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Choose Your Glucose Guardian! (Sawamura Daichi Ver.)

💕Hello! This is the first part to a fic in my captains series. I hope you like it. I really love this story and treasure it a lot, I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do!

Minor Spoiler for the episode, The Flight of the Spineless.

You can find the other parts of this series here: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tagginng @ceo-of-daichi because its Daichi 🥺💕

Without further ado, here it is!!

If y/n could turn back time, she would go back to her first year of high school. She would’ve lived without regrets and did all the things she wanted to do. She would’ve joined the dance team earlier, she would’ve entered more competitions. She would’ve hung out with her friends more, supported them in every game they had. And most of all she would’ve followed her heart. She would’ve said yes to a boy from her high school, the muse of all her dance performances to this day.

Oh how she wished she had let go of her fears, how she wished that she just said those simple words; “yes, I like you too.” Who knows, maybe she would be happier then than now… But, those days were in the past, but her days were nothing but downhill from high school, sadly. Sure, y/n was a good dancer, but then, the theme of longing in her dances never really made her reach her full potential. She was always stuck with the same feel, the same aura, no change, no variety. This made her somewhat, a boring dancer… something many dancers feared. As a student at a dance academy, she was once the top of her class… and now she isn’t the best. Her dances looked the same, her instructor would even suggest that she would go out and spend more time with the people around her, than to stay cooped up in the studio practicing to get better.

Sure, she could do that, do better technical moves, have a better flow, be a lot more flexible. But that was never the problem. The problem has always been her lack of adventure and her lack of personal vibrancy. So here she sat, in front of the dance studio, waiting for her friend to walk her home as it was late at night. Sure it would’ve been a short walk or so, but she lived outside of the campus… and her best friend Hinata wouldn’t allow her to go out alone on a night like this.

You see, y/n didn’t have enough money to get a dorm room on campus. She was raised by a single mother and she was ill. Y/n also worked part time at a local bakeshop on weekends and when she had off days or afternoons without classes to pay for her mother’s hospital bills. Not only did she have this on her plate, she also had an 8 year old sister to take care of… So at the age of 22, y/n is the only source of income for her family.

At first she did really well, she won competitions and was even the talk of the town, but eventually she really did lose everything. She had to stay positive however, for her mother and her sister.

“y/n!” A male voice calls out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts, Hinata Shoyo was there, panting heavily as he stood in front of her.

She smiled “Hinata!”

He smiled widely putting his arm around her while taking her bag, “Now, let’s get you home! Your sister is waiting.”

It was always like this, they would start on the path to her house, hand in hand as he held her things. They were both scholarship students at this school, but Hinata had so much potential, so he got a dorm room with a friend of theirs from high school, Miya Atsumu, a boy who was a year older than the two.

Hinata was as bright as the sun, a promising and current volleyball player for a team in Japan. He was reliable, sweet, energetic and an all around sweetheart you would want to be with. He was the highlight of everyone’s days, everyone in their friend group loved him ever since they were in high school.

First year, Karasuno High School, Class 1-5. This was a big step into the world of high school for you. First year, it left a sense of adventure and curiosity light up within you. This would be the best years of your life, you had hoped. You weren’t one to shy away from the sun, but you weren’t too reckless either. You were smart and kind, but that wasn’t the only thing that was great about you. You were born to dance, a star, a spark of joy on the stage. You couldn’t live without the music. You had always been able to dance to any type of song, any genre and you could do it. But, since it was your first year, you decided to play it safe and focus on your grades for the first semester.

So there you sat, with your headphones on as you listened to another song to choreograph for. Your feet tapping to the rhythm as your hands moved in small motions that symbolized dance moves. It was too early for most students to be there, but you wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible as it was your first day at high school.

You eventually stood up, immersed in the music dancing to it and closing your eyes as the music flowed throughout your soul. The song was beautiful and light, a bright but sweet song that felt like the taste of first love. You danced and danced feeling the happiness flowing through the song, and eventually, it came to a stop.

You opened your eyes to see a classmate of yours, so she seems, standing a few meters away from you, clapping. She had a beautiful smile and blonde hair, she smiled at you and clapped once more.

You turned away to hide your blush and used your headphones as an excuse since you put them on your desk.

The blonde girl, who is a little bit shorter than you, walked up to you and smiled, “You dance beautifully.”

You smiled back, still a little bit flustered, “Thank you… I’m l/n y/n by the way.”

“Yachi Hitoka, I’m from this class too.”

Eventually you learned that you two had a lot of things in common, and that you were seatmates. As the day went by, you and Yachi had become fast friends, despite her being shy when other people started coming in.

Everyday would consist of you and Yachi hanging out happily together… all until she came rushing back to the classroom with two application forms in her hand. Both of you still didn’t have any clubs or orgs you joined so you were confused and excited that she had forms in her hands.

“What is it Yacchan?” you asked her as you studied her worried features.

“y/n-chan they want us to be managers for the boys’ volleyball team!!!” She sighs sadly.

“What was I thinking? But then the senpai giving me instructions was so pretty that I got distracted…. If you were awake we could’ve talked to her together and maybe…”

You laughed slightly as Yachi kept going on about how she doesn’t know what to do or what she had gotten both of you into. You thought of it for a while, maybe this was the sign you needed to do things and stop studying 24/7… so it was one of the risks you actually took.

“Let’s do it, Yacchan!” You said, taking a form from her and filling it up.

She looks at you shocked, “Eh? I thought you were going to apply to the dance team?”

You thought about it once more, “Eh, I’ll do it next year, I have 2 years left after that you know!”

She sighed and filled up her own form, knowing that she will never be able to convince you not to join.

So on that fateful day, you became friends with the people who stand with you now.

Hinata noticed that you had stopped replying to him about how your day was only to see you in deep thought.

“y/n? y/n-chan~~” he knew that if he called you that, there was a higher possibility that you would snap out of it and show him that cute flustered face of yours. He lived for that reaction of yours… but he would never tell you that. Or at least, he hoped, not for now.

True enough what Hinata wished for had happened, "Yeah? Oh sorry…" your face was awfully red and you both knew it.

He shakes his head, "It's fine, what were you thinking of?"

You sighed as puffs of clouds formed due to the cold, "I was thinking of how I first met all of you…"

He smiled a little, hiding a bit of pain that came with those memories. Because he knew that no matter what memory you had of high school you were thinking of… you would always backtrack to him.

The person he wished would leave you and your thoughts. But he knew that he would always have a chance, as long as he was there with you and not with that man.

"I see, were you thinking of how good looking I was then, up until now?" He joked as you made a face.

"I swear, Atsumu is rubbing off on you."

"Oh but that makes me funnier!" He held your hand tighter.

Your face brightened once more in a rosy hue as you both found yourselves at your doorstep.

He smiled again and handed you your gym bag, "I'll see you on Sunday?"

"Yeah, you will. Don't worry Hinata, I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded as you said this and kissed your forehead. "Sleep well, y/n."

He watched you enter your house as you waved bye to him. He eventually walks down the street, back to the school dorms.

You enter the house to see that your little sister had eaten the food you left for her to reheat. She left a note saying that she did not have hw and that you should rest. Your heart felt happier at the gesture. This made your resolve to do what you were about to do stronger.

But for a split second, you had thought of Hinata. 'What would he say?'

You didn't really understand how you felt about him. Whether you actually loved him or not the latter part being more confusing since you knew you were not over that person.

But either way, none of that would matter anymore. Funds were not getting easier to come by and you didn't want your friends to keep worrying and giving you money they needed as well… so you did what you thought was best. You signed up on a sugar baby app.

You had been putting off checking the app in order to not sound desperate and to see who would actually wait. You honestly found this somewhat difficult to do at first, but your friend f/n had suggested it as a last resort. You didn’t really want to do this but she reassured you that the men on this specific app were not creeps and that they were pretty young and knew how to respect boundaries.

As you logged onto your phone you noticed one specific message that seemed to be interesting and mysterious. The man had the username onceavolleydad and he had no pictures of his actual face and name, but he had credentials and the app to prove his age and status. He was rich as he owned a chain of gyms around Japan. He also looked pretty attractive, or well, his body did. But that wasn’t what you were there for, it was his message that caught your eye.

“(l/n) (y/n), what a pretty name for a girl who has the beauty of a lilac. I would love to know more about you and if you would at least, become someone I could talk to? I’d love to meet you on Friday night, 8pm, at a small coffee shop? I will be sending the address in the next message.”

You were interested, one because he seemed nice, and two because he mentioned your favorite flower. It could all be by chance, but you were one of those people who were interested in signs every now and then. You took a deep breath and nodded your head, you were going to do this, he was the one you were going to reply to.

“ Hello, onceavolleydad. I would be delighted to meet with you then, maybe we could talk a little about the boundaries I have set and see where this goes?”

Within 3 minutes you get a reply; “Sure, I’ll see you later then.”

Wait… later??? You looked at your phone and noticed that it was indeed, Friday7:20 pm. With that you rushed to your room and got ready to go to the said address. You wore your best clothes, the ones that were cute and in season and penned a note to your sister saying that you had gone out with friends for a bit.

As you walked down the street, you carried your pepper spray in your coat pocket and your phone in your other hand. You walked down street after street until you passed by your university and some other places you would normally go to. Eventually you had found the cafe, and were about to cross when some high school students started hitting on you.

“Hey, pretty girl, mind giving me your number?” a student in their uniform smirked as they blocked your way.

“No thanks, I’m not interested.” you said pushing them away as you try to make your way away from them.

“C’mon beautiful lady,” one of them grabbed onto your arm as you let go of your pepper spray.

“Let me go!” you struggled as they got closer to you.

“Didn’t she say to let her go?” A deep voice said, you knew that voice.

The boys let go of you and there you stood, face to face with him.

The one and only, Sawamura Daichi.

The boy you loved and said no to in high school.

“D-daichi-senpai?” You looked like you had seen a ghost.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute? Preferably in my car…?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sure, but I’m meeting someone tonight.” You mumbled, slightly ashamed.

“I know.”

You looked up at him, “What do you mean, senpai?”

“Well for one, I’m onceavolleydad…”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Sawamura Daichi, your senior, wanted you as his sugar baby. You were confused, not even mad or anything, but confused.

“Were you stalking me? Who told you I was on the app? You don’t even know (f/n)...oh god, what if Hinata knows?”

Your questions made you fall only for Daichi to catch you. As he was always calm, he asked you to follow him to his car. You reluctantly agreed and you both sat there, silent at first. Why, why was he doing this?

You thought he pitied you, but when you looked at his eyes, that wasn’t the emotion they held. His eyes had this unreadable emotion, or at least in that moment, it felt that way.

He was the first to speak, “Look, (y/n) I know this is weird, but no I wasn’t stalking you. I signed up for the app the same way you did, upon the recommendation of a friend. I happened to see you and thought, I thought I should give it a shot.”

You stared straight into his eyes, something he honestly loved about you. He knew better than to shy away from your stare. He knew that if he wanted you to know he was sincere, he would have to keep eye contact with you. He still loved you, he knew that you were just scared back then, and that you didn’t want to risk anything because of your family.

And here you were, risking everything for them once again, something he admired you for. He didn’t know how bad your circumstances were, nor was he sure that you would actually tell him. But he truly did want to reconnect with you, even if it were to be just as a friend. He wanted to befriend you once again, step by step, no matter how long it took.

As you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was telling the truth, there was no pity in his eyes, but his eyes did hold a warmth to them. They felt so calming, they felt sweet and full of love. He’s as genuine as he ever was. And this was one of the things that drew you to him, something that you loved about the once captain of your high school volleyball team. But you didn’t want to be attached once more. After all, wasn’t this a business thing? But if it was, wouldn’t he be looking at you with pity?

You stopped staring into his eyes and looked down at your lap, as your hands fiddled with your coat ties. Daichi stared, thinking about how you haven’t changed as much as you were in high school. He still saw you as the woman he liked, the beautiful dancer he saw that day…

Daichi was walking down the first years’ hallway in Karasuno, looking for the other second years classrooms on the same floor when he saw you. There you were, in an empty classroom, dancing with grace and poise. He wasn’t going to stare long, he was going to leave. But, he couldn’t stop, he kept staring at you, enthralled by your beauty as you felt the song. Eventually, a girl who was in the same class started watching you dance and he pretended to do something.

“Thank you...I’m (l/n) (y/n) by the way.”

He hears you say this as he walks away, hmm, (l/n) (y/n). Maybe I'll see her around.

Your dance shook him and consumed his nights, he wanted to get to know you and how you could have such an effect on him.

He eventually got the chance when Kiyoko had come in one day with you and your friend, Yachi and introduced you both as the new first year managers. He was over the moon and he almost lost his composure, something the other third years were quick to notice. As you studied what to do with Yachi, he couldn’t help but stare.

Sugawara nudged him, “Hey, Daichi… do you know the first years? You keep staring at (y/n)-chan~”

He abruptly stopped staring, as the older setter and ace laughed, “Shut it, both of you.”

“Daichi’s got a crush~” Sugawara teases as Asahi tries to calm down a stressed Daichi.

Eventually, you did become close friends. You were there when he got that injury from crashing into Tanaka. He could remember you crying over it as you were the one sent to watch over him.

“Don’t cry (y/n)-chan”

You started crying more as he reassured you that he was okay, “B-but you g-got hurt Daichi-senpai. You’re bleeding, it must hurt a lot.”

He tried to laugh but winced as soon as he did, “Don’t worry (y/n)-chan, I’ll be fine. You’re here aren't you? So that means I’ll get better because you care for me!”

You had finally stopped crying and you gave him a weak smile, “Okay Daichi-senpai, I’ll be here!”

Once you two had returned he felt content that you were feeling better, it even made him forget about the pain in his face and the tooth he lost.

“You wanted to talk about your boundaries?” He said as his voice snapped you out of your own thoughts.

You stared at him with wide eyes, “...Well that is, if you would still accept?”

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t exactly think that you were going to reconnect in such a way. “Daichi-senpai I know you mean well but I-”

“But what? You don’t want to feel like you’re leeching off someone you know? (y/n) I chose you because I wanted to see you again, no matter what the circumstances were. I don’t know if you’re with anyone or anything but I can be a friend. Just a friend, I can be a shoulder to lean on” Daichi put a hand on top of one of yours.

There was a moment of silence, he knew you were conflicted.

“Okay, I know I must’ve overwhelmed you, but I hope you know I'm alway-”

“I’ll do it. I’ll be your friend.” you held onto his hand for a bit and smiled.

He smiled back, he wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he knew that he would be a friend in your eyes. Hopefully, only for now and not in the future.

He let go of your hand when your grip loosened, not wanting to make things awkward, “Alright, why don’t we talk about the boundaries we’ll set in the cafe over some tea?”

Once you woke up the next day, you had a scarf on your bed next to your coat, a scarf that wasn’t yours…

You were on your way to the park as you and Daichi felt that it would be better to get some fresh air as the cafe was teeming with high school students trying to study for their classes. The air was cold, and you shivered a little. Soon enough Daichi had taken off his scarf.

“No, Daichi-senpai, you don’t have to do this, it's completely fine.” you try giving him back the scarf but he starts wrapping it around you.

Once you had given up he gives you a bright smile, “There we go. That’s better isn’t it?”

He tucked the strands of hair away from your face and you both turned red as he realized what he had done. “Ah (y/n) I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

As he heard your dorky laugh he was met with confusion, “It’s okay senpai. You didn’t mean any harm, I know.”

He laughed the awkwardness away as you two sat a little bit apart on a park bench. The air was awkward, but somehow calming at the same time. You didn’t know what to say but eventually you started talking about uni and other things, and you felt at ease… just like the way you felt with Hinata…

You shook your head, he’s your friend, that's all there is to it. It was a Saturday and you were getting ready to work at the local bakeshop when you got a text from Hinata.

“Hey (y/n)! Are you free after your shifts at the bakeshop today? Kenma and Akaashi-san are going to be visiting today.”

You smiled, it had been a while since you’ve seen those two and you were always happy to see them. Akaashi and Kenma have been some of your most supportive friends, sure they were quiet, but they were always there for you. They were there for you when your mom slipped into her coma, they were there when you first failed a dance recital… but of course, someone who has been there since the beginning would be Hinata. To spend a day with your favorite boys would be wonderful.

“Yeah, I’ll be free by around 3:00pm, is that fine?” you reply to him.

Soon enough the next reply comes in as you wave goodbye to your sister and leave the house. You had already arranged for a cousin to pick up your little sis to watch her for the day and she was on her way to your place.

“Alright! We’ll come to get you then, wear something nice to work okay ;>”

As you looked down at your skirt and sweater you chuckled and sent a selfie to him, “Is this good enough? xD”

You got a reply almost immediately, “No fair, why’d you send a picture?”

You put your phone in your bag after replying to him and head on to your workplace ready to start the day.

Work was tiring but fun at the same time. There were times that you would be serving the customers and times that you would be behind the cash register or even times when you would create latte art or frosting art to help the bakers. The cute uniform you wore at work was a plus too. It was one of those fun days when you would be serving customers. Most of the customers at the bakeshop you worked at were nice people.

There was this nice high school couple who were now your friends, they went to a school nearby and they loved sharing stories with you, their senior. There was also the grandmother who loved stopping by to buy the best meat buns for her grandkids. There are so many nice people who come to your shop on a regular basis that it's like you all have this small community together.

Today however, wasn’t one of those days. There was one customer that had found you cute and wouldn’t stop asking you for your number. Your manager had even tried to intervene by changing servers from you to a male co-worker but this customer would not budge. He would still try to get you to stop when you would pass by his table. You didn’t think that he would actually do anything, but you were wrong. As you passed by with an empty tray he grabbed your arm and smiled sweetly, something you found sickening.

“C’mon sweet cheeks, a number is all I ask for.” his grip tightened.

You tried to get away from him as your co-workers were on alert, “I’m sorry would you please let me go? I’m not interested.”

He was about to pull you closer when someone stepped in front of you, “She said she wasn’t interested, so let her go.”

It was Daichi, he had saved you once more.

Little did you know, someone else had wanted to save you…

Your three friends, Hinata, Kenma and Akaashi were on the way to the bakeshop you worked at. They were walking down the street when Kenma asked HInata about how you were.

“She’s doing fine, but she still has the same feel, nothing has actually changed…” Hinata sighed deeply, wishing you would notice his feelings.

Akaashi looked up from his phone, “You do know, that she’s changed a little, right?”

Kenma nods in agreement as they kept walking, “She wouldn’t send you random pictures before. How could you have not noticed, Shoyo?”

Hinata stopped in his tracks, and smiled as wide as he could. “She does do that now!”

He then starts talking about how pretty you are and how much he loves you. You were the brightest light in his life, no matter what they would say. He wanted to be there with you, every step of the way. He was there when you felt like the world was against you. You were his inspiration during volleyball games. Whenever you had time to visit his games he would look at you and play the best he could.

They walked down to the corner of the street and turned left, only for Kenma and Akaashi to stop walking in front of the bakeshop as Hinata kept going on about you.

“Hey, what-” He freezes when he sees you being held onto by a man who clearly is making you uncomfortable. He was about to step in when Akaashi stops him, he would’ve hit Akaashi if it weren’t for Kenma pointing to the direction of the bakeshop door, the one person Hinata couldn’t help but not want near you, no matter how selfish it sounded, was there, and he saved you instead of him.

Sawamura Daichi was back into your life somehow, and he knew that it was going to be something that might hurt one of you in the end.

Daichi had stood in front of you and the customer, his other hand holding yours, it gave you a sense of comfort. He smiled at the customer, not a nice one, but a smile that asserted power the customer tried to put on a strong front but eventually muttered an apology.

“Sorry, did you say anything? I believe this lady deserves a proper apology.” He said as your coworkers blocked off the man from leaving.

The man looked down, “Okay, I’m sorry! I won’t be bothering her again…”

Daichi nodded and smiled at you before glaring at the man once more, “If you touch or try to harass my girlfriend one more time, I won’t be as nice.”

You blushed a little at his words and looked at him wide eyed, he only winked at you as the customer left the bakeshop.

Soon enough you two were seated near the cash register, “Are you alright (y/n)? I’m sorry if I went too far I only wanted him to stop bothering you.”

“It's okay senpai,” you reassured him, “I know you mean to keep me safe.”

“You know you can call me Daichi, we aren’t in high school anymore, and I preferred if you called me that…” his cheeks turned into a reddish hue.

You hid your somewhat excitement and agreed, “Alright, Daichi.”

You then see Kenma, Akaashi, and Hinata enter the bakeshop and you waved them over with a smile.

“(y/n)!” Akaashi gives you one of his rare smiles as he hugs you, “it’s been a while.”

Kenma gave you a nod and you did your weird handshake as Akaashi laughed and Hinata gave a weaker one.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that Daichi is here?” you smile at your friends who were also friends with Daichi once.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” he smiled as he caught up with Akaashi and Kenma, Hinata staying off to the side a little, wanting to talk to you about how this all happened.

“So... How did you guys reconnect?” Hinata asked you with curious eyes.

“Oh, we saw each other yesterday when I needed to go out for a bit.” You weren’t lying to him, technically.

He nodded, “I see, I see. How did he find this place?”

Daichi overheard and smiled at Hinata, “I was recommended this place by some friends, Kuroo and Bokuto to be exact.”

Hinata smiled weakly, still conflicted by the feeling of hating his former captain, or accepting the fate that has brought them to reconnect and hopefully be friends again. But then, he knew that the latter had more risks than merits. But he knew that Daichi never really meant harm towards anyone. In fact, Hinata has always admired Daichi for this, but he knew that this would mean that he could take you away…

You, Hinata and the rest of the boys spent the whole afternoon together at the park after your shifts were over. You enjoyed doing the simple things like getting ice cream together and going to bookstores and other small shops. When the day was over, Kenma and Akaashi bid the rest of you goodbye as you now walked with Daichi and Hinata on either of your sides. The silence felt slightly awkward but calming to you. But on the inside, you were panicking internally as these were the boys you loved beyond the bounds of friendship.

“I should probably get home,” you chuckle lightly.

“I’ll drive you-”

“I’ll walk you-”

They both say at the same time as you laughed at them both.

“Hmm, who should I have escort me home~?” you teased.

The three of you laughed together, your laugh less tension filled than theirs. Once the laughter died down you stared out a bit, thinking of who you would choose.

“Ah, I know, how about a game of rock paper scissors?” you set them up for a challenge and neither man wanted to fail.

They both nodded, Daichi extending his arm out to make a fist, Hinata following suit.

“Rock”

“Paper” you put your hands on theirs,

“Scissors…” both of them are now even more determined to hear your laugh and the words good night said to one of them and only one of them.

You let go and they choose their stances once you say “Shoot!”

Daichi wins with rock, over Hinata’s scissors.

Hinata pouts as Daichi laughs a little, and for a moment, it felt as if you were back in high school… Hinata felt like it was just yesterday when he had figured things out.

“Oi, Hinata! Quit slacking off watching y/n & Yachi. We need to get this right!” a frustrated first year Kageyama Tobio yells to the orange-haired boy a few spots away from him on the court.

Hinata gets hit by a flying volleyball to his head, “Kageyama, you’re just like Iwaizumi san!”

The three girls on the side of the court laugh as they take notes and help the others. y/n looks up from her notes and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up.

Hinata turned red a little, he never understood why he felt this way, or why he would turn red whenever y/n smiled at him. Turning away to focus, he seemed more fired up than ever to those on and off the court.

Daichi had gone up to you after the game and was joking around with you and Ennoshita. Hinata felt a weird growing feeling of annoyance in him every time you would laugh at Daichi’s jokes. He hated it the most when he would ruffle your hair and you would become flustered.

“Oi, stop staring daggers into our Captain idiot!” Kageyama said as Yachi handed him his water bottle.

Yachi looked into the direction the two boys were staring at and she chuckled. Hinata looked at the blonde and tilted his head in confusion. The girl just kept laughing as his growing annoyance still stayed, as if it was going to eat him up.

She looked at Hinata and stopped laughing. Yachi took a deep breath and stared Hinata in the eye, “You need to listen to what I say, okay Hinata-kun?”

He looked even more puzzled but looked to y/n and Daichi once more…”Alright Yacchan what is it?”

“...Have you ever considered that you may be crushing on y/n-chan?”

Hinata felt like he was hit with a volleyball of realization...and ever since then, his feelings have not changed.

“Hinata, is it alright for me to take y/n home? Would you want a ride too?” Daichi asked as you and him stared at the tangerine haired boy.

He smiled and shook his head, “No it’s okay senpai, I’m meeting Kageyama today.”

Technically not a lie, since he would call his close friend out tonight after all this.

You pout and Hinata swore that he would’ve melted, “You didn’t tell me you were meeting Kageyama-kun.”

He laughed it off, “It was sort of last minute…”

“It's okay!” you assure him “But you have to tell kageyama that we should all meet soon okay?”

He nods and you leave with Daichi after the older male waves and smiles to Hinata.

He could already feel some of high school’s pain come creeping up at him.

“Hey Kageyama, can we go drinking tonight?” He asks on the phone and Kageyama already knows what's up.

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I Will Always Love You

Opie Winston x Reader

Pt 2 of Jolene

Words: 1.9K

Two Months Later

I sat in the local bar watching the football game on the screen above me. I took a swing of my beer as I let the cool liquid run down my throat on a hot August game. Everything changes the day I left Charming after the carnival. I realized that I couldn’t change anything that happened and I couldn’t be in the same place that the love of my life lived in. So, I packed everything up and left in the middle of the night. He didn’t even try and call me to see where I was which I took a clear signal that it was over.

I now lived in Lodi which wasn’t any better than Charming but it didn’t have Opie so it was good enough. Taking one last swig of my beer, I set down money and decide that was enough alcohol today. As I stepped outside the bar, I heard the rumble of bikes which made me look up from the ground to see the one crew I was trying to avoid. Sons of Anarchy. I watched them ride down the street as I instantly went to one man that broke my eyes into pieces and left me to pick them up. It seemed like his hair and beard got longer which I always wanted him to do. I tear my eyes away from them as they turn the corner. Thank goodness they were going in the opposite direction as me I don’t know if I could handle seeing Opie again.

It was the late afternoon when Gemma called me. She and I still kept in contact as she was like a mother to me and knew that I made the right decision to leave Opie. Though she thought I should’ve beaten Lyla up she knew I would never since I was never the violent one.

“Hello Gemma,” I answer as I pick up the phone.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m doing alright. I’ve got a couple of gigs and shows this week so I should be able to keep my self busy.”

“That’s good. I do have to say that I didn’t expect you to be back on your feet so soon but I’m proud of you.”

I smile,” Thank you, Gemma. Now when were you going to tell me that the boys were coming to Lodi.”

There was a long silence on the other side as giggled,” Gemma it's fine. I saw them as they rode down the street when I left the bar.”

“I was going to tell you but I didn’t necessarily know how to bring it up. Well anyways, did any of them see you or anything?”

“Nope, I highly doubt that they will see me at all the whole they are here. Or if I do get anywhere that they are or I think they will be I will avoid it as much as possible.”

“I say you confront them head-on especially Opie. Show him that you are doing just fine without him.”

I laugh,” That is not a bad idea Gemma but I’m going to stick to my plan.”

“Alright, well can’t say that I didn’t try. I’m glad that you are doing good sweetheart and don’t be scared to visit Charming and see me. I’ll keep it a secret.”

I laugh loudly and shake my head,” You got it, Gemma. Well, I got to get ready for my show. I’ll call you tomorrow Gemma.

“Alright, bye sweetheart, and good luck.”

“Thanks, Gem, and I love you too.”

I hang up the phone and let the tears finally fall. I never had to lie so much in my life. Sighing loudly, I get up from the couch and head to the bathroom. I wipe my cheeks and splash water on my face. Staring into the mirror I saw dark circles and heavy bags under my eyes. All this over a man. A man who decided that I wasn’t good enough to be with and committed to. Fuck him. I need to be focused on me and what I need. I stand up straighter and decide tonight is the night that I’m going to change and move on. No more time for begging.

Walking up to the bar that I was going to perform in was sending my nerves into a frenzy. When I looked at the building, it reminded me of the same one in Charming where I use to perform all the time and where I met Opie. I shake my head to get rid of any thought of him. No more thinking of him. I open the door to bar to see a bunch of men in motorcycles kuttes laughing and yelling with beers in their hands. I push past them as I try to get to Terry who usually schedules me here. I spot him at the bar talking to someone with a very familiar kute. I could tell from the hair that it was Jax that Terry was talking to. I could either run or follow Gemma’s advice and face it head-on. I take a deep breath and decided to face the situation head-on as I knew someday it was going to happen.

“Hey Terry, hope you don’t mind me interrupting,” I say as I stay off to the side where both Terry and Jax can see me.

Terry turns to me and smiles,” Hey sweetheart. Glad you could make it! The band should be mostly set up, let's go see. I’ll meet up with you later Jax.”

Terry gets up from his stool and starts to head to the stage. I turn my head to see Jax staring at me with his mouth slightly opened.

I smile and nod my head at him,” Hey Jax. Long time no see.”

With that, I walk away with my smirk on my face as I feel his eyes burn on the back of my head.

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I was adjusting my guitar in one of the rooms that Terry let me settle in till he and everybody were ready for me to go on. The nerves start to build more over time as I knew that Opie was going to be watching and listening to me. I took a deep breath and counted to 10 as I tried to control the anxiety that was filling my lungs. As I reached, Terry came into the room and announced that it was time for me to go on. I took another deep breath and headed to the stage and I could see that Opie and they were sitting front row. Of course, Jax most likely told them I was here which I expected because it was going to be hard not to be noticed when Opie knows my voice anywhere. I glance at Opie to see him rubbing his hands back and forth as he leaned on his knees. He looked more nervous than I did. I climbed up on the stage as the boys began to hoot and holler. I smile and wave my hand to try and calm them down.

“Hey everyone, how are yall doing tonight?!” they yell again even louder as I laugh,” Well that’s good now I’m not one for introductions but I see some new faces in the crowd so my name is (Y/N) and I’m just to keep you entertained till the booze knocks you out.

Most of them laugh as I quickly glance down at Opie to see a small smile on his face.

I smile spreads across my face,” Well now that is over let's get to some music shall we.”

They holler again as I begin the first strings of the Black Horse And The Cherry Tree by KT Tunstall.

As I sing the song, I glance down at Opie to see him smiling and nodding his head to the song. I try to keep the glances and look around the other boys in the club but it is hard when I feel like it is only his eyes staring at me. For the next couple of songs, I play I turn my body away from Opie and the other boys as I try to let the music just flow through my body. It seemed to work for the most part though it felt like my nerves were going to give me away any second. As my gig was ending, I finally gave one last look to Opie to see him swinging his beer and a glint in his eye that I haven’t seen since him and I got together for the first time.

I played the last string of my last song as I hear the roar of cheers and claps. I smile and thank them for their time. I get off the stage and head to the room that I was staying in earlier to collect my bearings. While walking there, I passed by Opie as he moved closer to the stage. I could smell the cologne coming off him with a mixture of cigarettes and booze. It was hard to ignore the smell as he was close to me that I could feel it almost prick my skin. Moving my feet fast I walk past him and almost run to the room and shut it quickly behind me. I sit on the bed in there and put my head in hands as I lean on my knees. I couldn’t believe I just saw Opie and was so close to him. There was a quick knock on my door. I get up and open it to see the last person I expected but was hoping to see.

“Opie?”

///

“Hi.”

That was all he said when I opened the door.

“What can I do for you ?” I ask while leaning against the door frame. I didn’t want to let him in the room as I am fearful of what could happen if we were alone with a door closed.

“Do you think we could talk in private?”

I shake my head,” Nope. I rather talk out here. Now, what do you want? I want to go home.”

He sighs and stuffs his hands in his front pockets, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened a couple of months ago.”

“Oh, when you cheated on me with Lyla and then I confronted you in front of everyone with a Dolly Parton song? That one?”

He shifts uncomfortably,” Yes that one, I wanted to say that I was sorry for what I did. I never should have been with Lyla. Nothing has been the same since you left. The kids miss you. I miss you.”

I sigh and lean off the door frame,” Opie, I don’t hope you think you can just come up here and I’ll forgive you because that is not happening. You broke my heart Opie and I am moving on. You already have a long time ago, so I think it is time you go.”

My heart broke at my own words as I missed the closeness that we had now and how close he was to touch. I had to stick to my words and move one and fight for me.

He nods his head and bows his head down,” I understand. Just know I will always love you. Have a good night.”

“ You too Opie. Tell the kids I said hi,” I say while smiling at him.

He slightly smiles and nods,” I will.”

With that, he walks away as I stand at the door watching him walk away. I felt my tears prick my eyes, but I hold them back as I remember what he said I will always love you. It could not be truer as I shut the door and start up my guitar to start practicing a new song.

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honeyhellsbells · 4 years

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First love - Jumin Han fluff

This isn’t anything requested, but I liked the Jumin first date headcanons quite a lot and decided to write a little something about it. I hope you guys like it :)

Jumin was head over heels, utterly in love. Admittedly, everything seemed a little rushed but it had not taken much to make him certain when it came to his feelings. He was a serious man that demanded respect whether or not he outright said it, from the way he dressed to his posture, everything screamed dominance. And there she was, his precious little sweetheart, who never hesitated to reprimand him if he was too harsh, guided him when he did not now how to cope with his emotions and also didn't hesitate to jump up on his back when they were in private to be carried around.

If commoner life was confusing to him, she was nothing short of an enigma. How she was so well versed in aspects of his life he never thought about and absolutely couldn't understand aspect that were clearly obvious to him, it never ceased to amaze him. She enjoyed some luxuries he was happy to provide, and some she vehemently rejected, things like jewelry she didn't deem necessary or spontaneous trips to another country which he was rather fond of.

But they always managed to find a compromise, still always trudging around the more expensive side of life. Tonight things were supposed to be different though. With his measurements and credit card in hand she had gone out shopping for the day with the goal to make him blend in with her world. With the colorful and sometimes dirty world that smelled of cotton candy, greasy food, bad movies, spilled drinks and freedom.

Having been contained to his secure, comfortable and suffocating bubble all of his life, he was practically bouncing on his heels, checking his clock minute after minute, counting down the seconds until she would finally return to him. Elizabeth the 3rd twitched awake on her pillow next to him and raised her head towards the noise as the elevator pinged and opened, revealing his beloved partner. She was carrying several bags, most of them plastic unlike the sturdy paper he was used to and beaming from ear to ear.

„I cannot wait to see you in the things I got for you. I'm sure you're gonna love it.“ Knowing her, he would either look incredible by the end of this little fashion show, or would just want to throw himself head first into the fireplace. She revealed clothing item after clothing item, having made sure to give him a variety of things to chose from, most of them in muted and dark colors, some of them outrageously colorful. „You just need to try them on so I can see if I need to take something back. And so I can make sure that we match when we go out tomorrow.“

Her thoughts often mesmerized him for the simplest reasons. Was it common for people to just buy things that might not fit only to bring them back if they don't? Did couples often match their outfits? He was shook out of his train of thought when she just straddled his lap where he was sitting, realizing that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. His hands instinctively flew to her backside where her skirt had slipped up a dangerous amount to make sure she didn't somehow fall off the sofa again.

He chuckled a little when she began to press kiss after kiss to his face, purposefully missing his lips and asking if he was listening to her between each of them. „You just never cease to amaze me. I'm sure that I will love whatever garment you have chosen for me.“ He doubted that the moment his eyes fell on a borderline neon pink polo shirt but he still trusted her decision. „How about you help me put together some outfits to try on?“

In the end they picked three separate outfits they were both happy with, all three of them with jeans in different shades of blue, one of them even distressed to the point of being ripped, paired with either a shirt and cardigan or a dress shirt. „My my...I might not be able to let you go out like that.“ She was on her tip toes, looking at him from over his shoulder as he observed himself in the mirror. „What do you mean?“ He jumped a little as her hands went straight to his butt, giving him a pat before wrapping her arms around his middle, pressing herself against his back as closely as she could. „The ladies and gentleman out there might just jump your bones if they see you looking like that. You're just too handsome I'm afraid.“ He let out a little chuckle at that before turning in her embrace to hug her against him.

„And yet I would not have anyone by my side except for you.“ They shared a chaste kiss, Jumin was still a little hesitant when it came to showing affection that went beyond hugs and cuddles, but slowly and surely they worked their way forward to get him more comfortable in their relationship. After a relatively simple dinner for Jumins standards and a few glasses of wine, he called his personal chauffeur Driver Kim to escort her home. While he had an interior designer prepare a guest room just for her, most nights she spent over when it had gotten too late, she had ended up in his bed anyway. He never really minded and found himself feeling far more rested than if he slept alone.

This night however they were bound to sleep in their own beds, only to spend the entire next day together. As the CEO in line it wasn't as easy for him to take a day off and if he did, he did intend to enjoy it to it's fullest. And tomorrow that would mean to spend a day as a commoner, roaming the shopping districts, eating cheap food from street vendors and maybe go to some sort of club to end the night, whatever tickled her fancy he would endure.

Jumin woke up feeling giddy like he never had before and when he usually dreaded leaving his bed on his days off, today he couldn't get out and into the shower fast enough. Sure, they had set a specific time at which they would meet, but keeping himself busy made the time fly by much faster. He choked down a small breakfast, texted her about his outfit choice, got some work done and finally he could head to the elevator to where she was already waiting in the lobby.

His heart skipped a beat when he laid eyes on her, dressed in a feminine version of his own outfit, with a skirt instead of pants, the same sweater in another the contrasting color and with the same beanie that was resting on his own head. „You look so cute!“ She gushed when she rushed towards him, taking a quick around his form to look at him from all sides. He grinned as she nearly bounced on her heels in excitement, much like he was feeling and pinched her cheek before taking her hand to lead her outside. „Not as cute as you.“

His excitement soon dampened a little when they approached the subway station. He had heard many things about the subway and none of them were good, causing a slight nervous ache in his stomach to build. Sure he knew that two of his personal bodyguards were not too far away, so perfectly blending into the crowd that not even his girlfriend, who knew the two men personally, had noticed them, but the feeling persisted.

„I take the subway almost every day. You're gonna be fine Jumin.“ She quickly pecked him on the cheek before she turned back to the ticket machine, feeding it a few bills for two small paper rectangles that she pocketed for him. They spent the few minutes of wait time studying the subway map, something he had never really paid attention to.

The actual train ride was almost worse than he had imagined. The smell of too many people in too little space made him wrinkle his nose, he didn't want to know what kind of diseases the pole he was forced to hold onto was carrying and he was quite sure that some of the hands that had pressed against his butt were NOT accidental.

A plus side however was that he had every excuse to hold onto his companion, who had to stand very close because of the limited space and had nothing but him to hold onto. The public cuddle time was new but not unwelcome and yet both of them were more than happy to finally leave the cramped metal contraption.

„Hm, what are we going to do first...“ She clearly wasn't in any hurry, strolling about with his hand back in hers until she had an idea, gently tugging him along. „There's some stalls around the shopping district where I live, I think you might like that!“ He sure did like it, the tiny crowded booths, filled to the brim with odds and ends, cheap jewelry and decorative pieces, to clothing and even food.

They walked up and down the street, looking at the booths with less people and returned to the others on the way back. „What about this one?“ She held a delicate bracelet in her hands, braided strings with beads and tiny bells. They jingled softly as she shook it even a little. „They have different colors so we could both get one!“ He wasn't too sure about wearing a bracelet with bells but decided to humor her and allowed her to purchase two of them.

It was an odd feeling around his wrist but watching her delight as he copied her shaking her wrist to make the bells ring made it worth it. They strolled around for about two more hours before resting a little at a small café for some much needed food and drink and by the time they had decided to leave, it was already dark outside.

„Oh we have to hurry now, I wasn't watching the time!“ She urgently tugged at his sweater as he put his jacket on, back to bouncing on her heels in impatience. They rushed by the many people heading to the nearest bar and club, almost losing his bodyguards in the throng, but soon the crowd thinned out and he saw her destination.

Once they had made their way into the park, the crowd became more dense again, but they were not heading to the center of attention anyway. The further away they got the darker it became and he quickly gave his bodyguards a sign that they would be fine for now as they climbed a hill that oversaw most of the park. „I've been coming here for a while now, they have concerts every weekend and from here you have the best vantage point and still nobody is ever here.“

They stopped at a large tree with some flat ground in front of it. She produced a blanket from her backpack, spreading it out on the ground for them to sit on. „Let's get comfortable, the band should start soon. I really like them, they play here rather often too.“ It just seemed so surreal to him, having grown up with everything he could wish for, never having to ask for anything and yet here he was, cuddling with the love of his life sitting on the ground of a park to listen to a band play in the center of it. And it was the happiest he had been in a long time, if not at all.

He had often wondered how his life would turn out, would he marry the daughter of another rich businessman, never really feeling loved despite ending up fathering an heir or two? Would he end up like his father, marrying woman after woman to get the affection he so craved but never received?

No.

He had made his decision weeks, if not months ago, but never quite sure when the right moment would present itself. Even now he felt the hard little box digging into his chest in his jacket pocket, screaming at him to finally overcome his nerves. Having her cuddling into him, her legs thrown over his to get as close as possible, he finally made up his mind. There was no need for grand gestures, not with her, nothing about their relationship was as traditional as he was taught to idolize and he was quite content with that. She looked up in confusion as he shifted and he couldn't contain his smile as her eyes grew large the moment she saw the small box in his hand.

„I have been thinking long about how I would go about this, I am so used to grand proposals that I kept thinking up occasions most fitting, writing up speeches in my mind but no scenario really felt right when I thought about you, about us. It didn't took long into our relationship for me to know that you are the one I want to spend my life with, no matter what my family or society might say.“

Her breath hitched a little and he tilted her chin up, wiping away one of the tears that had already started to fall from her lashes.

„But being with you made me realize that their opinion is not important in any thing that concerns our relationship. I was told all my life that I would end up like my father, but you showed me that even I am not only capable of loving someone but being loved as well. I intend to give you many more gifts than this ring, but I don't think there is anything greater you could ever give me than your love. I know that this relationship is not perfect, nor will it ever be but if it means that I get to be with you even a moment longer I will move heaven or hell to make you happy. I cannot think of anything that would make me happier than sharing not only everything I own with you but my name as well. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?“

He had barely finished his question when she suddenly brought him in for a kiss, her cheeks still wet from happy tears, portraying all the emotions she didn't trust her voice to carry. „Of course. Of course I will!“ They shared some more kisses, more passionate than ever before until their lips were swollen and their cheeks red. The ring fit perfectly, of course it did. It was a simple ring, gold with a small diamond in the middle, engraved with both of their names. They both marveled at the thin band for a few more moments, sharing the occasional kiss when the band announced their final song for the evening.

„May I have this dance?“ They helped each other up and embraced each other for the slow song until Jumin lifted her a little to stand on his feet, swaying and spinning the both of them along to the melody until the last chords faded into the night.

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verai-marcel · 4 years

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The Light That You Shine (RDR2 Fanfic, John Marston x F!Reader, Chapter 3 of 6, 18+)

Tags, Warnings, & Notes in Chapter 1. | Chapter 2

AO3 Link is here.

Chapter 3 - Gravity

Word Count: 2130

You were absolutely humming and dancing around your shop the next day. The date had gone brilliantly; the two of you talked about the town and how much it had changed in so little time; he hadn’t been back for a year, and you hadn’t been back for two years, only having returned a week ago. He talked about living in the big city, but was vague about where he lived. You were surprised that he’d drive all the way over here to see you.

“40 minutes ain’t that far,” he had said. To you, the 20 minutes to your aunt’s place was an eternity. But you also hated driving. Or being in cars in general. Part of the reason you picked the place you lived was because just about everything you needed was within walking distance.

He had bought you dinner last night at your favorite little burger place. You had decided that if he was going to get to know you, then you might as well be up front about your eating habits. As you happily devoured your double burger cooked with onions and mustard mixed into the patties, you had looked over to see him watching you, a grin on his face.

“What?” you had asked, your mouth stuffed with burger.

“I love a woman who enjoys her food.”

You had nearly choked. Instead, you had taken a sip of your neopolitan shake and continued to eat, ignoring the heat suffusing your cheeks.

Tonight, he said he was going to let you pick the restaurant again, since you were paying. You had argued that since you had picked when he was paying, it was only fair that he picked this time.

But he was savvy; he told you that you’d know the area better than he did; he trusted your judgement.

So tonight was going to be the flip side of your food habits; a vegetarian place. It was a small place that specialized in veggie bowls with a grain of some kind. You wondered how he would handle it. You knew some guys were picky about this sort of thing, and while you had a fleeting thought that it might not be fair to judge someone based on their eating habits, you also knew that you wouldn’t have fun with someone who wasn’t as adventurous as you were.

When he showed up at 6PM again, just as you were wrapping up your work, he walked inside and looked around, marveling at your work. You had taken today to decorate the shop, put up signs, and make sure everything was beautiful and presentable. When you started, you weren’t sure you were going to be ready in time for your Saturday grand opening, but with John’s help the other day, you had a bit of time to spare.

“Place looks real nice,” he commented as he leaned closer to one of the display benches. You watched as he leaned in and sniffed the peony blossom, closing his eyes. It was such a contrast to how he looked. His biker boots were worn and scuffed, and a green plaid flannel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp, looking black as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He wore ripped black jeans and a black button down sleeveless shirt that showed off his muscles perfectly.

“So, where we goin’ tonight?” he asked.

You grinned.

***

To your surprise, he didn’t complain; he only nodded and went with you, walking the three blocks to The Green Grill. You helped him order, and he didn’t try to mansplain or anything of the sort. He was just a down-to-earth, humble guy, and you could feel yourself falling for him more, even though it was only the second date.

Dinner. The second dinner.

Afterwards, like a gentleman, he walked you back to your place, holding your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He had wrapped his flannel around your shoulders when you had shivered.

“That wasn’t too bad,” John said as the two of you reached your place. “Better than what I was expectin’.”

“And what were you expecting?”

“I dunno, goat food, I guess.”

You laughed at his answer. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t hate it,” you teased. Then you looked at him for a few moments. “You’re not just saying that to be nice, are you?”

He pulled you close. “I ain’t a nice man. But I’m always honest.” He cupped your cheek as he spoke, making sure he had eye contact with you so you knew his words were true.

Your heart beat stuttered at how close he was.

“Can I see you again?” he murmured, his raspy voice sending electric tingles down your spine.

“Of course,” you breathed. “If you want, you could come to my grand opening tomorrow morning.”

He suddenly looked a little sad. “I can’t, I have work.”

You nodded. “That’s alright. So do I,” you said, one side of your lips quirking up in a joking grin.

“Dammit, you’re so cute.”

He tipped your chin up with his forefinger and slowly leaned in. You gravitated towards him, closing your eyes as he closed his.

John’s small moan of pleasure as his lips met yours shot a zing of desire through your body. He stepped forward, pressing you up against the glass door as he kissed you more, his body covering yours, his hand gripping your hip and pulling you against him.

Then he pulled away, leaving you both breathless, pupils dilated with desire.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” he said, even though his face clearly said he wasn’t sorry.

“No, it’s fine, you.. That was nice,” you finished lamely.

He softly smiled at you before he took your hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed the back of your knuckles. “I’ll call you when I’m free. I promise.”

You nodded, surprised by his touching gesture. He caressed your face delicately with his fingertips. “You get some rest. You got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead. “See you later, sweetheart.”

As he walked away, you realized, with the pounding of your heart, that he could have easily continued to make out with you some more and you would not have stopped him. Instead, he hadn’t even given you the option to ask for more; he had stepped away to let you rest.

You went into your shop and turned in for the night, but couldn’t stop thinking of stormy grey eyes and a wry smile.

***

“That was barely enough to cover the work it took to get those cars,” John grumbled as he stuffed his cash into his wallet. Dutch had come by, dropped off the envelopes of money for the gang, and had taken off, claiming he had more work to find for them.

Arthur shrugged, but his face showed creases of worry on his forehead. “Dutch said it’s gettin’ harder to sell these days.”

“Then maybe we should find regular jobs.”

Arthur stopped walking and turned to John, who had continued to walk to his bike.

“What?” John asked when he finally noticed that Arthur wasn’t next to him.

Deep in thought, Arthur looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “This ain’t the way we was. We used to ride around for fun, took on jobs that helped others. Now, well, now we just use our bikes because they’re good for gettin’ away from the cops.”

They were both silent. They knew that the others had part time work, or worked a series of gigs to make money besides their work with the gang. For John and Arthur, the gang was all they had. Dutch was all they had, for the longest time. They were two orphans with a charismatic man for an adopted father who was changing more and more by the day.

Perhaps the silence was to mourn the loss of the life they had. But it hung in the air like a hangman’s noose, threatening to cut off their air.

John took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. “I’m goin’ for a ride.”

Arthur just nodded. “I’m gonna make a couple of deliveries,” he said as he walked towards the Sprinter van.

John knew what those deliveries were. He didn’t have to like it, but the pay provided for them, so he said nothing. He knew Arthur felt the same.

Hopping onto his bike, John took off to let his mind wander, letting himself ride with no destination in mind.

He found himself in a familiar town, on a familiar street, near a familiar storefront.

***

It had been a few days since you had seen John. He had called you at least once a day, asking you how your day was, asking how you were feeling. You didn’t ask when he could come see you; you didn’t want to seem clingy. He hadn’t said anything about when he’d be coming back; you assumed it was work that was keeping him away, and you understood that.

He had yet to call you tonight, as you sat at your work bench, putting your tools away.

Someone knocked on your door.

You saw a couple of older men in biker jackets, holding their helmets under their arms. Coming up to the door, you hesitated to open it after seeing their stern expressions.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed for the night,” you said through the glass.

“You new around here?” the taller of the two men asked gruffly.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Technically you grew up here, but then you left two years ago. “What do you want?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“Insurance funds. To protect your shop against vandalism.”

“I already pay insurance,” you said, ignoring the fact that this was clearly an extortion attempt.

“This is different. Call it a special insurance.”

“I’m calling the cops,” you said, pulling out your phone to call 911.

“Hey now, no need for that,” the shorter man said. “If you don’t think you need it, we’ll be on our way.” He nudged the other man with his elbow and together they walked off.

You looked at the back of their jackets; in large letters, ODB written across the top, with a green skull inside of a four-leaf clover below it. The letters MC were on the right of the symbol.

A biker gang.

You quickly googled ODB MC, to find that it was the O’Driscoll Boys Motorcycle Club, and they had recently started moving north. They had members known for extortion and money laundering, but the club itself had never been shut down, since it was the members and not the actual organization that did any of the crimes, or so the news said.

Shit. You wanted no part of this.

You called the police station to report the incident. Afterwards, as you attempted to put your phone back into your pocket, you realized you were shaking.

“John…” you mumbled, knowing that you could just call him if you wanted to hear his voice. How had he become the first name you thought of?

In your head, you heard his voice saying your name.

Then you heard a knock on the glass and turned around.

“John!”

You ran to the door and unlocked it quickly, throwing it open.

He looked at you, his eyes taking in your state in a heartbeat. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You crumpled to the ground and started shaking again.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he coaxed, kneeling down and holding you in his arms. He rubbed your back soothingly. “I got you.”

***

You told him about the men, about the symbols on their jackets. John’s expression turned dark as you told him everything.

“They won’t quit, they’ll keep comin’ back. It ain’t safe for you here all alone.”

“I called the cops, they said they’ll put some extra patrols around here for a while.”

John let out a snort. “They’ll just wait’em out, then they’ll come back.” He suddenly gripped your shoulders. “You have any problems, you call me, you hear?”

You nodded. “Okay, John. But you’re 40 minutes away, I don’t expect you to just come riding in if I call you.”

John hung his head. “I know. But I’ll try to be here as often as I can. Alright?”

The conviction on his expression was touching, but you were a practical person. Unless he moved to your town, you were mostly on your own.

“Why don’t you stay with your aunt and uncle for a while?”

The thought had crossed your mind, but you had dismissed it pretty quickly. “I don’t want to trouble them…”

He shook you slightly. “This is your life we’re talkin’ about here! Troublin’ someone is the least of your worries!”

You nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll call them.”

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Chapter 4

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meganshinsou-tm · 4 years

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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter twelve: good boy

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: alcohol/social drinking

❧ chapter song: Good Boy by GD X TAEYANG

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“Where the hell is (Y/N),” Sero whined when Kirishima and Bakugou walked into the loud club without you.

“She’s on her way, calm your tits,” Kirishima smiled as all the men greeted each other.

Bakugou smirked and elbowed Sero.

“Speaking of tits, our very own sweetheart got hers pierced today by yours truly!”

Deku was sitting at the bar behind the blonde and almost choked on his drink, Shouto chuckled and pat the green haired man's back gently. Everyone gathered around and asked how the session went. Kirishima took a spot by Deku and quickly ordered something extremely strong.

While Bakugou explained everything in precise detail, the red-head quickly chugged down the drink, hoping his own gulps could drown out Bakugou’s words. Deku turned in his seat and looked at Kiri, sympathy in his eyes.

“You know he’s only doing this shit to get a reaction out of you Red.”

Shrugging, Kirishima ordered another drink.

“The two of you are still on good terms right?” Deku asked before taking a drink of his beer.

“Of course ... but the closer I get to her the deeper I fall. I can’t think rationally anymore when she’s around. I don’t know what to do.”

Deku sighed and shook his head, “Why do you keep dragging this out and doing this to yourself Kiri, I think it’s very obvious that she’s quite smitten with you as well. I’d say your feelings are reciprocated.”

“I just still don’t know if its safe.”

“If something happened to her, would you save her, friend or girlfriend?”

Kirishima looked at Deku wildly when he asked the trick question.

“Of fucking course. If anyone even breathed the wrong way in her direction I’d lose it and snap every finger until they were apologizing. Deku, I’d die for her if it came down to it.”

“I know you would Red and you’re not the only one, she’s got the rest of us too. We’d all make sure that nothing ever happened to her, if by some chance someone slipped through our iron wills, then there will be a lot of bloodshed and a lot of finger nails pulled off until we got her back. She’s family, we protect our own and we help our own. Stop over-thinking shit and do something before someone else does.”

Kirishima smirked and nodded.

“Thanks man, before I tell her anything though, she has to know about us. I’m not dragging her into this life with me, not when she has a choice.”

Izuku hummed in reply, it was fair. He just hoped his friend wouldn’t prolong what his heart truly longed for, for too much longer.

As time went on, all the men started to drink together, branching off into their own conversations until someone would bring up something that they all had to voice their own opinions on. They truly did act like brothers, playfully fighting with each other when one would embarrass the other, sharing stories of their most recent ‘clients’ and what method they used to dispose of them. Denki and Deku’s eyes both sparkling and their mouths drooling over talks of their blade and torture device collections.

Kirishima wasn’t exactly ever ashamed of what he did, he knew he was a sort of anti-hero, but after spending a few days of doing nothing but cracking skulls, hearing screams and being drenched in blood that wasn’t his own, it was hard coming back to the shop to see you there. Pure, pristine, and so unaware that you were literally inside of a wolves den. Secrets weren’t Kiri’s favorite thing, in fact keeping all of this from you gnawed at him 24/7.

“Holy shit,” Denki suddenly shouted out before placing his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly.

Kirishima looked up from his drink and turned around, his ruby eyes widening and his heart stopping briefly.

You were walking towards the group, that famous smile on your face that literally sparkled from the stud in your lip. A maroon body-con dress wrapped around your figure, catching every pliant and curvy shape of your frame, the neckline low and exposing your cleavage. A cropped black leather jacket covered your shoulders and arms, randoms straps hanging from it that the red-head wanted to grab hold of while he dragged you out of the club away from lustful eyes.

This was the first time any of the guys had seen you so dressed up and they were all showering you with compliments. Kiri loved the dress but hated the things it made him want to do.

Suddenly, purple hair peeked over your shoulder and all of Kiri’s arousing thoughts were dosed in freezing cold water.

“Sorry we took a little longer to get here, I couldn’t exactly decide what to wear,” you smiled while going around and giving everyone hugs and kisses and the purple thorn gave handshakes.

When you walked over to Kiri finally he looked at you from head to toe and chuckled.

“Even wearing heeled boots, you’re still such a little one huh?” He teased, your eyes level with his own while he sat on the stool.

“Fine, no hug and kiss for you then,” you replied and stuck out your tongue, quickly going to turn around.

“Get back here.”

Kirishima smirked and caught you by the hip, pulling your body between his knees and hugging it from behind. You hummed and melted into his chest, face turning and nuzzling his own with a smile. He could smell the lotion you used, taking in deeper inhales of it and his arms tightening as he did.

“I’m shocked you can even walk, usually you get paralyzed from the cold like some fucking reptile. You’re not freezing in this,” he asked genuinely.

Before you could reply Hitoshi leaned back from his seat on the opposite side of Deku to where he could see the both of you and smiled smugly.

“Don’t worry rock-head, I kept my girl nice and warm.”

Your eyes cut at Hitoshi and he cackled, holding his hands up in surrender and returning to his chat with Denki. Once again, Kiri’s hold on you tightened more and you chuckled.

“You didn’t mention that he was back in town,” Kiri mumbled into your shoulder, a pout on his face.

“Eijirou calm down. If it wasn’t so easy to get you riled up or make you jealous, no one would fuck with you.”

“It’s not easy and I’m not jealous,” Kiri huffed out and turned his face, cheek resting on your shoulder.

“Oh it’s not? Well then you won’t mind if I go talk with Katsu - ah.”

Kirishima tightened like a bear trap, fully pulling your entire body into his own like he was a child not wanting to share his favorite toy. You giggled and brought a hand up to pat his spiky red hair, neck craning sideways so you could place a warm peck to his forehead.

“Whatever you say Ei.”

The red-head smiled and continued holding you close to him for the next ten minutes as everyone fell back into conversations. You and him in your own world for the most part, playing red-hands and dealing each other trash talk. Suddenly your fun game was interrupted when Denki jumped up on the bar and started to light up with electricity.

“Who wants some fucking shots!”

After everyone took multiple rounds of shots together, Kiri pulled you away and decided to have you cut off from them for the rest of the night. You weren’t getting sloppy or anything but he could tell you weren’t enjoying yourself, if anything it looked like you were starting to get sick and he asked the bartender for some water and a snack to try and make you feel better.

You were compliant and very thankful, sitting in his lap and eating your fries with water. After a few minutes Kiri felt your face, the flush in your cheeks was dissipating and your temperature was normalizing.

“You feeling better?” Kiri asked and wiped a crumb from the corner of your mouth.

“Mhm, was is that obvious that I was getting a little queasy there?”

“Just a little. I know the guys can go pretty hard. I can appreciate you trying to keep up but if it's going to make you sick and miserable I rather not let you continue. You know you don’t always have to take everything as a challenge little one. No one is going to give you shit about not drinking.”

You smiled and laid back into Kiri’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. He smiled back and turned his face to place a kiss to your temple.

“I know that Ei. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your time with the guys or being a bummer.”

“Not at all little one.”

You finished your water and snack. There was a hand pulling on your own that wasn’t Kirishima’s and you looked up to see Denki standing there with a smile.

“If you’re not going to drink with me you have to at least dance with me.”

Your head turned to look at Kiri, he smirked and let go of your body, watching as you and Denki eagerly bolted to the dance floor together and wasted no time falling in tune with the music playing. Another hour or so passed and you’d drag each man out to dance with you one by one, even Shouto. At the moment, Hitoshi was the lucky guy dancing with you. Kiri stayed sitting at the bar and glanced over every now and then.

Ever since the two first met the red-head knew Hitoshi wasn’t his biggest fan, in fact the tired eyed guy made it very clear he wasn’t. In a way Kirishima respected Hitoshi and how he never budged when it came to defending you. He was glad you had such a caring friend but Kiri was always green with envy when you’d chime over the guy coming over for a few nights. You and Hitoshi acted just like you and Bakugou, but it was worse. Kiri never thought he’d meet a guy more cocky and smug than his friend but he was so wrong.

The smirks and petty remarks Hitoshi would make towards Kiri drove him up a wall. It's like it was Hitoshi’s life purpose to just aggravate the fuck out of him. If it were anyone else Kirishima would’ve beat the guy within an inch of his life a long time ago, but Hitoshi was your best friend and apparently your only family and Kirishima would be damned to come between that and make you feel like you had to choose sides. For you, Kirishima would suffer the wrath of your best friend forever.

Finally the song playing came to an end and there was a tap on Kiri’s shoulder as he took a sip of his drink. He smirked and turned to you, immediately crawling back up and onto his lap. You asked for a water and sunk back into Kiri’s chest.

“Either those shots really fucked me up or I’m really out of shape, all I know is I’m dying of thirst.”

Hitoshi chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I of all people would know you’re definitely not out of shape kitten. You’re just a lightweight.”

You smirked and pushed Hitoshi away towards the others. Kirishima’s red eyes watching him as he smiled smugly at him. Once your water came you downed it and sighed with content. Kiri wrapped an arm around you and brought a hand up, his knuckles feeling your cheek and forehead that were somewhat warm.

“How are you feeling little one?”

You melted more into his body and hummed. “I’m fine Eijirou, but if I stay like this much longer I can’t promise I won’t pass out so we should go dance.”

“(Y/N) if you’re tired then don’t push yourself, I can - “

Your hand came up and wrapped around the side of Kirishima’s neck, head falling back on his chest.

“Eijirou I said I’m fine, now do you want to dance with me or not?”

“Well yeah but -”

Before he could finish you were sliding out of his lap and tugging on his hand, making Kiri grunt from being dragged. You grinned back at him, leading him straight into the mass of bodies and loud bump of the bass and wasted no time as you pressed yourself back against his chest.

Kirishima didn’t move much, his ears trying to pick up the song that was playing. It was slow and moody, your hips rolled back into his, body melting and leaving virtually no space in between the two of you as you molded to him. Your head fell back onto his chest, hair squishing up against it and your eyes glimmering up at him.

Kirishima smirked down at you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and guide as you both swayed and slowly grinded. He could feel the hum rippling up from your body and out past your lips. Once your hips both started to roll in sync, your hand came up and wrapped around the back of Kirishima’s neck, his face lowering and nose brushing along your cheek to kiss it. You purred at his touch and how he controlled the slow and heavy moves.

The scent of your lotion was overwhelming as your body temperature rose and made it permeate in the air. Your face turned and kissed his cheek while he keep nuzzling your face, jaw and neck. He couldn’t help the strained breath that left his own mouth from listening to you sweetly singing along to the song as if you were telling him your exact thoughts, your breath hitching each time the tip of his teeth grazed a certain spot on your skin.

Kirishima let a hand wander from one of your hips. His fingertip lingered all over your neck and collarbone, causing it to breakout with chills and goosebumps, the touch feather light on your heated skin. Kirishima chuckled upon hearing you whimper and your voice falter as it sung. His lips kissed your cheek again before his teeth dragged across it and nipped, hand sliding down between your breasts, stomach and back to your hip. Kiri’s red eyes scanned the room and saw that the two of you had somehow made it further off the floor with your dancing and almost into a secluded corner.

“Eijirou,” you whined and pressed your hips deeper into his.

He growled and turned you around to face him.

All the grinding, the teasing, the warm air and your sounds were gnawing at Kirishima and he decided to finally give into them and give into you.

He still held you close until you were backed up against a wall, a satisfied noise dripping from your smirking lips at the rough push. Kiri smirked and trapped your head between his strong tattooed arms, eyes looking down and taking in how your chest rose and fell with your breathing and how flushed all your visible skin was. He lowered his head, your hands flattening on his chest as he kissed teasingly under your chin.

“What is it,” he asked with a husky voice, his nose running up your jaw and face until your own brushed with his and your mouths were breathing into the others.

“W-want,” you breathed out as his sharp teeth took your bottom lip and tugged, “mmm I want -“

He hummed in response and kissed the corner of your mouth, bringing in his body closer to yours and pinning it down against the wall. His arms still trapping you and his lips trailing more kisses down your cheek and towards your ear, each feeling like a match trying to strike into a full flame but barely achieving it. Suddenly there was a hand hooking under your knee and hiking it up to wrap around Kirishima’s waist, earning you a growl.

“Want what my little one?”

Your heart erratically thumped harder in its cage from Kiri subtly adding that claiming word to the pet name - your pet name.

Furiously your lips pouted with a drawn out whimper and you felt like you literally melted on the wall.

“... you.”

Red eyes stared down on you and you could hear the sound of Kiri’s hardened fingertips digging into the wall.

“Are you sure about that?”

You looked back up at him, eyes soft and pleading, begging. Your hand snaked up from his chest and wrapped around the side of his neck, thumb brushing the sharp jawline you gawked at so much and pulled him closer again.

“Please Eijirou.”

“Fuck,” the red-head huffed out before his lips were crashing with your own.

Finally the match inside of you was struck into a full flame and it engulfed you entirely. Neither of you were merciful or gentle with your kisses and touches. You were starving for each other and trying to get as full as you could.

Soon your feet were no longer on the ground at all, Kirishima hoisted you up and wrapped your other leg around him letting his body press yours even more into the wall. The end of your dress was riding up and allowing more skin for his massive hands to grab and squeeze.

Kiri was drowning in your panting between kisses, the soft purrs and mewls that would drip from your mouth and into his as his tongue controlled your own but with a tenderness. He finally broke the hot kisses and your tongue cleaned his lips of saliva.

There was a cursed and sultry smile on your face, head leaning back against the grimy wall and exposing fresh untainted skin all for him to mark. It was so beautiful to Kirishima though, how the majority of your skin was devoid of ink unlike his own, so clean and perfect.

He didn’t want to tarnish it just yet, instead he leaned forward and showered your throat in kisses and soft dragged out licks. He chuckled and his warm breath against the wet spots had you shuddering and becoming a soft moaning mess in his hold. The red-head smirked dangerously, pushing your dress up more, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass and giving him more leverage to grind into you, earning a rough tug to his hair and cute moan from your mouth.

“Eij,” you whined out, “Mmm, mouth - kiss.”

Kirishima softly laughed as you tried your best to function, it was adorable.

One of his hands came up and cupped the side of your neck, face moving close so he could grant your wish and start to kiss you again. The two of you were so lost in each other, finally giving in and savoring every bit of it. The way your lips tasted and perfectly melded together, the way Kiri held you so close and his fingertips dug into your pliant flesh. You were so fucking soft and sweet and Kiri was becoming addicted rather quickly. He’d groan and pant when your own teeth nipped at his lip or your tongue tried to wrestle his own, showing off that spitfire attitude he loved so much.

“Yo, get a fucking room, damn,” Sero yelled out from the bar.

You and Kirishima hesitantly paused your heated make-out session, both turning your heads to look and see that the whole gang was in eyesight and watching with shit-eating grins on their faces, Denki giving two thumbs up. Bakugou was staring as well, a cocky smirk on his face and arms crossed as he leaned against the bar.

“Eijirou,” you softly purred while kissing under his jaw and bringing his attention back to you.

He chuckled, trying to hide the shudder that ran down his spine when your tongue tasted his neck.

“You know, I’m surprised,” he breathed out while you continued to abuse his skin with licks and bites.

“Surprised about what Ei?”

“That Blasty over there hasn’t tried to come over here and take you away from me,” he replied.

You paused to lean your head back against the wall and look at Kirishima with a smirk, he smirked back and leaned in closer teasing your lips with his own and making butterflies flutter in your stomach, eliciting a moan.

“Why - fuck, why w-would he,” you stuttered, letting Kiri lick the corners of your mouth and kept up with his teasing, making your thighs squeeze tightly around his waist.

Kirishima quirked a red brow and shrugged before his hips were grinding into you again harshly, making you bounce lightly against the wall and his own body with a groan.

“You know how he is when someone encroaches on his territory, especially me.”

“H-hold up,” you grunted and stopped Kiri’s mouth with your finger, pushing his face away to fully look at him. “What are you talking about - his territory, you know we aren’t a thing right?”

Kirishima nodded and took your hand, “I know that little one.”

“Okay, so why would you say that?”

“(Y/N), it was a joke.”

You looked away, fist clenching as Kirishima held it.

“Yeah? Well it wasn’t a very good joke,” you sighed and squirmed slightly, “Let me down.”

Kirishima blinked at you and shook his head, “Wha - no! Look, I’m sorry I did -”

“Now Kiri!”

Immediately Kirishima nodded and gently helped you stand on your own two feet again but he hesitated in backing away from you, his hand still holding yours and not wanting to let go.

“(Y/N), I honestly was just joking, it’s nothing to get pissy about.”

Your eyes narrowed at the massive tattooed red-head, a finger from your free hand quickly coming up and poking his chest.

“For your fucking information Kirishima, I don’t belong to anyone, I’m not anyone’s territory, I’m not anyone’s claim, I’m not anyone’s girl! Just because me and Katsuki flirt, or me and anyone else in that fucking shop, doesn’t mean I’m theirs. And what does it matter to you anyway if I get attention from someone else huh? Is there something you want to tell me maybe?”

Kirishima swallowed thickly as you put him on the spot, his heart stopping and brain trying to figure out how to reply. This wasn’t the time nor the place for him to confess to you, hell, he still wasn’t even sure if he wanted to.

There was a look in your eyes though, even if you were chewing him out, there was some sort of sick hope in those cursed (e/c) hues that maybe he’d reply with something you wanted to hear.

Kiri sighed and lowered your hand, finally but slowly letting it fall from his own. Your hand didn’t entirely leave his though, giving him one last chance to come to his senses, which he almost did. His index finger stretched out wanting so badly to hook around your own but it didn’t. You clicked your tongue and lightly swatted his hand away before brushing past him, hiding your face and sniffling.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

Kirishima sighed and hung his head low as you walked away, his own fist clenching and teeth baring. At the bar Sero let out a curse when he saw you beelining for the exit, he went to go after you but Bakugou was already on it and halfway to you. Sero groaned, rubbing the side of his neck and he leaned back against the bar, watching Kirishima make his way to them.

“Dude what happened,” Sero questioned.

Shaking his head, Kiri took a seat between Hitoshi and Denki. The lavenderette beside him chuckled after taking a drink of his beer and twirled the bottle around on its edges.

“He fucked up, that’s what happened.”

Red eyes cut at Hitoshi and Denki tried to keep from snorting.

“Why the fuck are you even here?” Kirishima snarled.

“Whoa Red, calm down,” Sero interrupted and walked up behind his friend to squeeze his shoulder.

Hitoshi only grinned in a way that had Kirishima’s blood boiling, he really didn’t like this dude.

“Well something in my head just screamed that you were going to fuck up tonight and that I couldn’t miss it, plus she begged me to come - she does that a lot actually, but in a different way you know.”

On the other side of Hitoshi, Deku spit up his drink and Denki was trembling from trying not to laugh. Hitoshi smirked and shrugged while he took another drink.

“They think I’m funny.”

While Kirishima was trying to keep his composure and not murder the man next to him, Bakugou had you stopped at the door of the club, his hand quickly shutting it before you could fully open it and escape. Your face stayed forward looking down and being hidden behind your hair.

“Where do you think you’re going princess.”

Your shoulders shrugged at the question, eyes still refusing to look at him, refusing to answer him but Bakugou knew exactly where you were going. He knew you were dead set on escaping the club, the guys, Kirishima, dead set on going home and probably crying your eyes out all over again over his idiotic friend and whatever he did this time. You were feeling like shit, he knew that and this time it was his turn to be there for you.

“You have three seconds to answer me before I make you.”

You let out a sigh and shook your head, hand pulling at the door handle and trying to pry it open under Bakugou’s strength but failing miserably and only causing you to become more aggravated.

“One ... two …”

“Katsu ... please, just let me go home,” you replied with a strained voice.

“Look at me.”

“Katsu -”

Bakugou groaned, “Don’t fucking ‘Katsu’ me, I said look at me dammit.”

You chortled, lifting a hand to wipe your nose, finally your face turned and looked at Bakugou. He didn’t bare any expression whatsoever, he was expecting this look. Eyes showing evidence of tears, wet in the corners, jaw clenched and lips flat from you trying to keep from frowning or smiling.

Bakugou turned his head to look over at the bar, Denki and Sero chuckling as Hitoshi seemed to be saying something to Kirishima whose back was to him.

“You feel like shit huh?”

Your eyes rolled and you moved, back slumping against the wall next to the door.

“Nothing gets past you,” you replied with dry sarcasm.

Bakugou smirked and placed himself before you. Your face was turned, looking away from him once again with arms crossed. The male placed a hand on the wall behind you, his other coming up and grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning your head to look at him.

“Do you remember what I told you the last time you felt like shit?”

Your brow quirked, eyes searching his own crimson ones for the answer. You didn’t feel like thinking, didn’t feel like recalling how you felt the last time Kirishima managed to get to you so badly. With a sigh your shoulders shrugged.

“I don’t know, a lot of things. Uh - not to wallow alone, call one of you?”

Bakugou nodded. His fingers moved from your chin and his hand fully cupped the side of your face, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your eye and drying it. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. Unconsciously, your face nuzzled his own, a sad sigh leaving your pouting lips.

“I also said that if you were still feeling like shit, I’d take real good care of you,” he spoke softly, lips still kissing your cheekbone and down to your jaw.

Your entire face tingled suddenly, eyes blinking. A genuine smile finally grew on your lips and Bakugou took advantage of it and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“That was weeks ago Katsu, are you telling me you have rollover minutes or something?”

Bakugou snickered, “If I do, would you be willing to accept the terms?”

“Oh man I don’t know, do I get unlimited talk, text and data?”

Bakugou nipped your cheek between his teeth, making you gasp.

“Nah, but you get my company,” he replied, removing his hand from the wall and dragging it down your side causing you to shudder as his fingers danced along your thigh before hooking underneath it and hiking it up around his waist.

“My body,” he spoke low with a husky tone and ground his hips into yours, causing a quiet grunt to evade your lips.

“And,” he started, fingers threading in your hair and tugging to pull your head back and make you look up even more at him. His lips kissed at the corner of your mouth again, “My mouth.”

You chuckled and grinned slyly.

“If all I get from your mouth is little bitch kisses like that then I don’t want it.”

The hand on your thigh dug its nails into your flesh, only making your grin grow wider.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head princess, you’ll get what you want from my mouth, I’ll have you reduced to absolutely fucking nothing but a trembling sweet little mess for me. But before I give your spoiled ass anything else, I need to hear you agree to it.”

Your eyes smiled and arms uncrossed, hands roaming the hard and broad chest that was pressing against your own. Your lips went to answer but Bakugou cut you off to state a final term.

“But - we do it my way. ”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, red eyes watched it closely.

“What if I agree and you turn out to be a shitty kisser. That would really su - “

With a growl Bakugou silenced you, his lips collided with your own in a heated and prideful kiss. You hummed, he gave you exactly what you wanted, hands fisting in his shirt and pulling him closer.

To be honest you expected kissing Bakugou to be a literal fight of teeth and tongue but he shocked you. The second his lips had met yours, the grip he held in your hair loosened, palm falling and cupping your face again, thumb brushing your jaw. His other hand rubbed under your thigh with a softness as his body rolled into yours making you pant on his lips. His lips controlled your own skillfully and you didn’t bother putting up a fight with them, red eyes staring into your own warned you not to. Kissing Bakugou felt - right.

Once the kiss broke you were trying to chase his lips again, whimpering. He continued to kiss you but avoided your mouth just like before, each time you’d turn to catch his mouth he smoothly evaded you. You whined his name, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue teased the corner of your mouth before another kiss was trailing towards your ear and he whispered.

“Tell me princess. Do you want me to help you forget all about him - to take care of you?”

Your cheek nuzzled his own softly, hands coming up and combing through blonde unruly hair, teeth nipping at your cheek again possessively. The hand on your thigh moved to squeeze your ass roughly and knead it as he groaned. You sighed in the Bakugou’s ear, pressing your body to his, wanting and needy. In the background there was a grungy Marilyn Manson song playing that made you grin and feel filthy suddenly. Your tongue slipped out and licked up his own cheek before biting it in return then tugging on his flesh.

“Yes, Katsu, please. Just kiss me again.”

The blonde chuckled and granted your wish but the kiss was short making you pout when he pulled away and looked at your face.

“I told you, you’re spoiled. From now on, you have to earn the things you want, like a good little girl, got it?” Bakugou spoke with a teasing tone and smile.

“Bullshit.”

Bakugou shook his head and lowered your leg, “You agreed princess, my way. Now go tell mind-fuck over there you’re coming home with me tonight and let’s go.”

You smiled and stood on the tips of your toes to kiss the blondes cheek, “Yes sir - and thank you Katsu ... I know you’ll take good care of me.”

Before you started to walk away Bakugou grabbed your elbow and pulled you back against his body, hand cupping your throat and lips finding yours once again. You couldn’t help the smile that grew as you kissed back, body melting yet again and hand resting on his shoulder. When the kiss broke, Bakugou tugged your lip between his teeth and let a hand snake down your back to squeeze your ass, making you giggle.

“Didn’t you say I needed to earn those?”

Bakugou smirked and draped his arm over your shoulder, walking you both back to the bar, “Consider it an add on item for your rollover minutes.”

You elbowed the blonde with a laugh and applauded his humor. The two of you made it back to all the guys, ignoring the looks they gave. Bakugou started to say his goodbyes to Shouto and Deku while you made it over to Hitoshi.

He grinned at you while shaking his head and you stood between his legs. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair out of your face before kissing your cheek.

“I’d give you a proper kiss but I don’t feel like indirectly kissing Rockhead and Blasty.”

You chuckled and cupped Hitoshi’s face while kissing his cheek and giving each other a hug.

“You have a key right,” you asked your friend.

He nodded.

“Yes kitten. Go do your thing, don’t worry about me being lonely in bed tonight.”

“Wanna have a sleepover?” Denki suddenly popped his head between the two of you.

While you laughed and kissed Denki’s forehead, Kirishima watched and listened from his own spot. Blood boiling over in his veins and jaw clenched. His eyes cut from you to Bakugou who was talking to Sero, catching his own eyes. The blonde smirked at him and squeezed Sero’s shoulder before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist in a greedy manner, dragging your body away.

“But I didn’t get to tell my Deku goodnight!” You whined and reached out for the freckled faced man.

He chuckled and jogged to you, Bakugou stopped long enough for you both to peck the other’s cheek. He then tossed you over his shoulder and smacked your ass again.

“We’ll see those fucking extras tomorrow. You’re mine for the rest of the night,” he stated while walking towards the door with you.

The group watched as you both left. Kirishima sighed, feeling his heart sink deep down into his gut. Hitoshi glanced at him and clicked his tongue as he turned back around to face the bar.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

The red-head turned around as well and flagged down the bartender yet again then nodded.

“I know.”

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Unforgettable-Chapter One

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Chapter One

Short flouncy skirt, tight strapless top, boyfriend jacket, bare legs, high heels, curled lashes, red lipstick, and wild black hair.

“Oh my God Beauchamp, you have outdone yourself.”

“Claire! You are late for your own party! Time to go!”

“Okay, okay, let’s go.”

Claire smiled at Geillis and Laoghaire when they gushed over her outfit. The three of them were notorious fashion smashers who could not give a rip about fitting in. Her friends looked bomb tonight, very fitting for her favorite club and last night out for two years.

I will go out in style tonight, she decided.

Entering the club they heard the loud roar from friends, causing enough of a disturbance to make heads turn in their direction. Claire scanned the crowd and smiled at the good looking men, it was her weakness after all. Bodies were hugging and shots were pounded and then it was time time to dance. Claire grabbed Laoghaire and pointed at Geillis and they pushed into the center of the dance floor to get their groove on. After five songs Claire headed back to the table and was pulled into Rupert’s lap showing her a cherry in his palm.

“Lovely! Lay down your bets people, Geillis will cover up to one hundred dollars!” Geillis shot her a look and she shot one back, I got this, no worries.

Someone dropped a second cherry into Rupert’s palm and a fifty-dollar bill was slapped on the table. Claire looked up at a dreamy cowboy in a Stetson and felt her panties melt off. She smiled and took the challenge pushing both cherries into her mouth. Mister dreamy sat down and watched closely and four minutes later out came two cherries tied together. Dreamy turned them this way and that smiling at her parlor trick.

“Care to dance…miss…”

They swayed to a slow song while she took inventory of dreamy. Stunning hair and height, handsome face, but alas, she wasn’t feeling it. When he walked her back he pointed in the direction of his table and asked her to join him. Claire smiled and said maybe later. Shots came to the table and her friends toasted her as they slammed them back.

Laoghaire spoke in Claire’s ear that her cousin was here and she should say hello. She pulled Laoghaire into her lap and kissed her on the mouth before standing up to meet her kin. She was used to looking eye to eye with most men so when she saw a massive chest her eyes kept going up. Square jaw and cleft chin, yummy blue- oh my God eyes. She quickly surveyed the table and then put her arms around his neck to speak into his ear.

“I’m sorry but newcomers are required to kiss someone with dark hair and it looks like I am the only one at the table with dark hair. Let’s get this over with so you can get on with your night.”

She pulled his laughing mouth down on hers for a sensuous soft kiss that he was in no hurry to end. His arms came around her and his kiss deepened and then suddenly it was over. Claire told him that was fine and announced James was one of us tonight. Geillis started screaming it was time to dance and pulled her to the dance floor. They waved and hollered at their favorite DJ and he spun their favorites for the next hour keeping them on the floor shaking their ass.

Claire pulled Geillis back to the table before passing out from heat exhaustion. More shots were ordered and more friends came until the table had no seats left. She tapped cousin Jaime on the shoulder and motioned to his lap. He laughed and pushed away from the table so she could sit. Ooh, an unexpected delight was her short skirt being pushed this way and that by her constant twisting in Jamie’s lap. Before long she was in direct contact with the denim covering Jamie’s thigh and decided that was spectacular.

Someone produced an old Instamatic camera and the friends burned through three rolls of film, toasting and kissing each other, hugging and smiling. Because it was Claire’s going away party, most of the pictures were of her and various friends and all of those were on the lap of Laoghaire’s cousin.

She felt his hand move down her leg and she looked at him smiling.

“I have to go Sassenach, work tomorrow. I wish I could stay.”

“I get it, someone has to be responsible to remind all of us that we are hopeless miscreants. I suppose you have to take your lap with you? Alright, James.”

She kissed him and held his cheeks to keep him on her lips. The minute she broke the kiss she shot out of his lap heading for the dance floor.

It was an extraordinary night. Geillis left a bit early to pursue her new love interest and Laoghaire and Claire stumbled out to Laoghaire’s car after last call.

“Laoghaire, your staying on my couch tonight. You are much too drunk to drink alone… drive alone. Thankfully, I am with you and will keep you on the road, at least to my apartment.”

“Alright, but I’m up and out early for school tomorrow. Thank God I don’t have hangovers. Is there anything ye need help with, gettin ready to leave?”

“No sweetheart. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to clear me for my shots, and then the shots of course, and I’m done. If I'm completely ready one day before I leave it keeps the anxiety at bay, ya know? Good night sweet one, thanks for bringing your cousin, he is a gorgeous man that one.”

Once she tucked Laoghaire in she closed her bedroom door to send a text message to Joe. He would be sleeping but he would see it in the morning.

C: Everything still super groovy? I will see you in three days, can’t wait.

Claire flopped down on her bed and fell asleep with her clothes on. It wasn’t the first time. The next morning she was racing around the apartment trying to find something to wear and finally opened some boxes to find clean clothes. Late, as usual, she pushed the UBER driver to hurry but he couldn’t find the doctor’s office. Geillis set the appointment for her but failed to mention how to get there. Flush with frustration she pulled out her phone and set the navigation. Five minutes later she stood winded at the reception desk signing the check-in sheet.

Waiting to be called, she mentally ticked items off her to-do list and remembered the last conversation with Joe.

“Very primitive Claire. Lucky if we have electricity to run the lights and sterilize the instruments. Weather is nice. Ninety degrees and ninety percent humidity.”

Since she followed him all over the globe, she wished he would be more discerning when choosing his next post. Maybe I will pick next time, she thought, two years from now when we get ready to leave. I wonder if he would follow me? I would never put him to the test. I can’t live without Joe so where he goes, I go. Hearing her name snapped her out of her daydreaming.

The nurse mumbled something about my being late for the appointment as she pulled Claire’s hips to the end of the examination table and secured her feet in the stirrups.

“I’m sorry, the UBER driver got lost. I don’t suppose the doctor can fix chronic tardiness?”

“The doctor will be in shortly Claire.”

Claire pulled her phone out of her purse and checked her messages. Typing a quick response to one of them she heard the door open and doctor washing his hands. she clicked send and looked up at what had to be a joke, a very bad joke.

“What the hell are you doing here in that white coat inching toward my business end?”

She watched the color drain from his face. He was as shocked as she was. Christ on a crutch, how did this….Geillis!

“I’m doctor James Fraser and you are here to verify no pregnancy, pap, and clear ye for shots before ye travel to… Honduras!”

“Stop! Don’t come an inch closer, please stop. This is a mistake, I need a real doctor, a better doctor, I mean a doctor I don’t know. Sorry, I have to go.”

“Sassenach, I am a professional, no need for embarrassment.”

“I hardly believe that the way you are giggling, and would you please just stand still while I think.”

“I can do better. I will see my next patient and give you some time.”

When he disappeared out the door she jumped off the table and wrapped the ridiculous fitting gown around her then paced the small room. She was so freaked out and really couldn’t think at the moment so she dialed the diabolical Geillis for help.

“Geillis! I need another doctor's appointment, today! This doctor is Laoghaire’s cousin who came to the bar last night. I can’t let him bury his nose in my cooch. Can you find another doctor…”

“Don’t be silly Claire. I see him for my yearly and he’s great, not to mention drop fucking dead gorgeous. No Claire, it's him or no one because ye wait until the last minute to do everything. Just bite the bullet and let the man do his thing.”

“Why do I feel manipulated right now?”

“It took some doing to get him to the bar last night so maybe that’s it. He is my going away present for my short term best friend.”

Claire was speechless. Geillis was right, it was her own fault. If she was going to leave in three days she had to get through this. She climbed back up on the exam table and melted into her misery.

“Sassenach, have ye decided what to do?”

He walked to the end of the table and put his elbows on her knees. “I can probably do this without lookin if that will make it easier for ye.”

Claire knew she had run out the clock and had no choice in the matter but that did not ease her humiliation. He waited patiently while she tortured through the inevitable decision to get this over with. shutting her eyes tightly she told him to hurry. I never have to see him again, she thought, he is a stranger to me.

“Hurry please.”

It was over in a matter of minutes and doctor Fraser was pulling his gloves off and wishing her well. The door clicked shut and she was alone to dress and get the hell out of there.

On her way home, she considered how few men in the world were truly handsome, fewer still were those with a body you wanted to bounce off of. The rarest of this small, endowed group were those with a good heart. The triple threat as it were. Doctor James Fraser was a triple threat and she wanted a second helping before disappearing into the jungle for two years. She leaned back in her seat and asked the driver to push up his speed. She needed to call Laoghaire and ask a favor.

Claire looked at her buzzing phone and smiled at the caller ID.

“Miss Beauchamp this is doctor Fraser.”

“Oh please, call me … whatever it is you call me.”

“The message says yer havin complications from the procedure today.”

“Yes, complications, what should I do?”

“Can you explain what’s amiss, do ye have pain?”

“Not yet but I’m afraid that may be happening soon.” She held her breath and waited.

When he spoke again his voice sounded softer and more interested. “I dinna want to send ye into the jungle with unresolved health issues Miss Beauchamp. Perhaps ye would meet me for dinner to discuss the problem. I believe that is best at this stage.”

“Do you mean tonight doctor?”

“For tonight I need a promise of a short skirt and high heels and ye agree to cheer my team to victory in the playoffs.”

There was silence on the line and Claire was breathing from open lips. She heard his deep voice, “can that be arranged Sassenach?”

“That would be fine I suppose. Where is the game, I will be cheering from the stands.”

She wrote quickly and ran to the shower before plowing through her boxes for a short skirt as requested by the good doctor.

She was late getting to the game because she was late for everything. Walking toward the bleachers she saw the doctor’s impressive ass as he bent in a huddle with his players. Claire was amazed at the little people hanging on his every word. He broke the huddle and scanned the crowd quickly. His head snapped back to black combat boots, bare thighs, and a short skirt. She waved and smiled, calling out “GO…” oops, she leaned toward the lady next to her and shouted “Wolverines!!”

Claire was in her fan zone, having a great time. When doctor Fraser’s team was running the ball toward the goal she was on her feet cheering them on. With less than two minutes left in the game, Jaime pulled in a fresh player and spoke into his ear as he nodded his head. He shot a look at Claire catching her biting her nails, wide-eyed. Jamie managed to look at his player in time to call a code they had practiced a thousand times and the team came together in a formation that broke all the rules of the game.

His new player kicked the ball hard into an area without players as a teammate was running to take possession. Once the ball was securely underfoot the kid passed the ball to a teammate who specialized in high-flying aerial kicks. The player ran for the goal, twisting just a foot from the goalie and looking into the sky as the ball came down like a rocket. He kicked it into the net and the stands erupted. The kids on Jamie’s team almost exploded on the field. With wide eyes and huge smiles, they searched the crowd for their coach, to say, oh my God it worked, you were right, sorry we doubted you.

Jamie strode to the coach of the opposing team with his outstretched hand and a humble smile. He was aware of the all too rare moments to demonstrate sportsmanlike behavior. Claire scanned the field for his clump of kids and smiled at their jubilation. As Jamie walked back they ran to him clamoring for his attention. Claire watched their mouths closely, “thank you, coach,” “You were right coach,” “sorry I was an asshole coach.” Claire thought she had a handle on the situation and she stood in the stands and smiled down at this handsome man.

Jamie was shaking the hands of the parents and smiling as he tried to extricate himself from the well-wishers. His gaze was stuck on the smiling Claire and one of the fathers figured it out.

“Is lovely legs your post-game party Fraser?”

Jamie looked at him dubiously, “somethin like that.”

Like Moses parting the red sea, the man cleared the bodies between Jamie and the bleachers and stopped several kids from going after him.

Claire sat in the bleachers and watched him approach with a smile for the hero. Jamie took inventory of her frilly feminine skirt, lace-up trench boots, ribbed wife-beater, jeans jacket, red lipstick, a bit of mascara, and those amazing eyes.

“Ye were the best fan we ever had Sassenach. Can I rent yer services?”

“Yes, of course. I’ve always fancied myself a professional fan.” As she walked down the stairs her skirt popped up above her thigh with each step. Jamie was transfixed watching the feminine lace and army boots under it. She stayed a stair above him and laid her arm across his shoulders as her lace bounced. Jamie liked the feeling of a woman’s arm up there and having to look up to see her face.

“I like yer boots Sassenach”

“Christ, my apologies. You asked for high heels but I couldn’t find any in my boxes and I was already late. These are standard issue for where I’m going with the traveling nurses program. I hope you’re not disappointed, Jamie.”

She bounced down to the ground level and looked up at Jamie who studied her inch by inch. Claire felt a wave of arousal move through her and Jamie saw the millisecond she gave into it.

He looked into her eyes and saw a free spirit, playful and vulnerable, yet honed by something big. Somehow she chose to forget her embarrassment of that morning because it suited her to do so and then she set her cap for a bit of fun with him. He was truly honored this beauty would choose him.

“Will ye feel safe on my couch for five minutes while I shower and change?”

“That depends. Will you be feeding me tonight?”

“Absolutely, anything ye like.”

“I like whisky and fine hors d'oeuvres”

“Perfect, me too.”

Claire decided Jamie Fraser smelled like heaven when he was clean and she kept pushing her nose into his neck to breathe deep. Jamie watched her skirt rise higher on her thigh and relished the intense arousal of having her mouth so close to his neck. They hit five of Edinburgh’s best for shellfish, aged beef, sushi, greek, and Mandarin. It was in the Mandarin restaurant that she gave up her side of the booth to sit across his lap and feed him delicacies with expert use of chopsticks. One bite followed by a kiss and Jamie’s hand found it’s way to her knee and then higher.

“I am so stuffed I don’t think I can walk but let's try. I knew you would be so fun to go out with. Thank you for agreeing, I had the most wonderful time.”

Claire decided to satisfy her curiosity. She would not be coming back to Edinburgh when her commitment was up and would never see any of these people again, including Jamie Fraser. She clutched his arm as they walked to his car.

“Why did you choose a career in pussy?” She leaned into his ear, “do you love it that much?”

He looked at her genuine interest and smiled. “I love bairns and families as well as female reproduction. It is very rewarding to see a woman through her pregnancy safely and catch the baby she has wanted all her life.”

“That is totally sweet but how do you deal with the jealous husbands when your face is buried between her legs under a sheet?”

Jamie cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I have not thought of it that way Sassenach.”

“I have thought of little else.”

She pulled his arm around her waist and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. His kiss was soft and exploratory as he touched her face and looked into her eyes. She tried again using her tongue and hoping he would give in to his brutal side. That is the orgasmic side where the party starts. She had no need or comfort with the emotional side. It scared her, it was needy, it would want to plant her somewhere and grow her into a smaller version of himself. She tried it a couple of times and decided that life was not for her.

“We should get going. I have two days before I leave and a week of work to do.” When they were at her door Jamie asked why she invited him out tonight. He liked her and didn’t understand her sudden distance.

“To see that awesome game, eat exotic food, drink the best whisky, and fuck. I have a desire for you that is completely carnal. Before she could get her key in the lock Jamie grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back to receive his crushing kiss. He licked from her collar bone to her mouth making her groan. Pulling her up he felt her legs go around his waist and grind down on him.

While they were otherwise distracted, a male neighbor walked toward his apartment next door feasting on the erotic dance happening in front of Claire’s apartment. Jamie rolled his eyes at the stranger and said move along as best he could with Claire’s tongue in his mouth.

Jamie took her keys and opened the door tripping over a box directly in his path. He spun in midair so he would land on his back taking most of the impact. He looked up at Claire straddling him, “I want ye lass.”

“Well, we finally agree. I believe you are already acquainted with my pussy, care to return the favor handsome?”

Before the night was up Claire would experience the lethal combination of a strong finger rubbing her G-spot while a wicked tongue flicked, soft lips sucked, and nipples were pinched. Jamie reclined on her headboard with a fistful of Claire’s hair guiding her mouth to his balls and then telling her to open her mouth as he exploded down her throat.

When Jamie could breathe again he looked at Claire and recognized the signs of a booty call. Fidgety, suddenly silent, and glancing at the clock. This was the worst part of casual sex for Jamie. No warmth, vacant eyes, an empty heart, and guilt he had done it again.

“Your a beautiful girl Sassenach, will ye be comin back to Edinburgh when yer tour is up?”

“No.”

Jamie shook her hand, “I wish ye all the best miss.” He grabbed his jacket and left without another word. He had zero respect for women like Claire who buried their heart in concrete and just disconnected from their emotions. A man was just like a job to them. Some were amazing and fun and others were drudgery but she got an orgasm paycheck after which she enjoyed her freedom and answered to no one.

He stared at the road ahead, hating his sexual need that put him in this mood time after time. He dated two girls in college that were in love with him but they could not compete with medicine. He thought about them often, the way they would hold him, run their fingers across his skin, kiss him breathless while being so fragile. They made him feel like Hercules but his plan did not include commitment at that stage so he ultimately hurt them and moved on.

Jamie dropped into his bed and thought about Claire in the dark. She was exotic and beautiful, daring and spontaneous. Most women were so afraid of saying the wrong thing they didn’t say much at all, forcing him to pry each word from their mouths. Those dates were uncomfortable and regrettable as he shook their hand and said goodnight. Not with Claire. When her mouth opened it was anybody’s guess what was coming out and he loved it. He loved her free spirit and her ability to accept each moment as it came taking everything she could from it. The bold initiation kiss at the bar was so Claire. He smiled in the dark remembering her demand for a kiss because he was a newcomer. Claire decided what she wanted in each moment and then asked for it. Why couldn’t all women own their power that way? He slept fitfully, dreaming of the wild and beautiful Claire Beauchamp.

Claire watched the door close behind the handsome doctor and felt very strange about the way he left. His sudden distance and shaking her hand, calling her miss. What the hell was that all about? Why did he opt out of intercourse? It was the closest she would ever come to couples love when two people were heart to heart clinging to each other. She wished for that brief moment of pretend with him and her neediness for it surprised her. She wondered if she had made an enemy tonight. Why did she care? She would never see these people again and if Jamie felt bad about a romp with her that was his problem. She got up and headed for the shower.

Feeling fresh and clean Claire wrapped up in her favorite robe and made Chamomile tea to fight off her anxiety. She opened her book but her thoughts kept going back to the date with Jamie. He was such a gentleman and made sure she was having fun all evening. She told him about following her best friend Joe from post to post with traveling nurses. She watched his eyes get dark and mentioned Joe was a devout gay man. She wondered what his reaction was. The disappointment she was attached or annoyance he was pursuing another man’s woman? She would never know. When she sat on his lap and fed him mandarin delicacies he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Christ, that’s it! He charmed me and I am feeling the residual of that eye contact and arousal.

“Jesus Christ, it’s one in the morning and I have got to get some sleep.”

Claire laid in her bed and kept her nose to the pillow he used. That amazing scent was with her in her dreams all night and by morning she knew what had to be done.

Jamie dragged himself to the field for the last game of the playoffs. His team was psyched to win and he was yawning. Not a great start and he shook his head to clear it. With the game underway and a very skilled opposing team, he was struggling to stay motivated.

Jamie jumped up when his team took the ball and ran it toward the goal. They needed a goal and he held his breath. As he watched every player move the ball down the field he heard a familiar whistle and voice shouting “go wolverines!” He looked in the stands and there she was, his almost perfect date. He smiled at her and felt his heart ramming in his chest. What is wrong with you Fraser, he thought. She will rip your heart out and jump on a plane.

Claire watched his eyes and saw his interest so he didn’t hate her completely. What she was doing there was anyone’s guess as she didn’t know herself. Looking online earlier she saw the playoff schedule and just showed up to cheer them on. The Wolverines scored and Claire launched to her feet calling out the player numbers that rocked. The average age of the team was fourteen and there was enough testosterone flowing through them to notice her short skirt and pretty legs. Normally Jamie would notice a shift in the energy of his team but he was under her spell as well.

When he couldn’t stand the distance anymore Jamie climbed the stands and she offered her hand. He looked at the eyes he had missed all night.

“Nice surprise Sassenach.”

“Well, you did ask me to cheer for your team and I love the little buggers, playing so good tonight.”

“I appreciate the support. I wish I could sit up here with you but I can’t.”

“What would happen if I sat down there with you?”

He held out his hand and walked her down the stands to sit on the field with him. He gave her tidbits of history on the prominent players and noticed she never took her eyes off the kids. It honestly looked like she was enjoying the game instead of waiting for a chance to have his attention.

Claire could not read Jamie’s energy and wanted to ask if he was happy she came. What do I friggin care, she wondered. Get your head on straight with mister gorgeous. You are here to exorcise him from your head and that is it. Tomorrow, Honduras, and two years of hard work with Joe, I can’t wait, so why am I here again?

The game ended, Jamie’s team won with one game left to play for the state championship. The kids were so excited and blushed fiercely when Claire mentioned how well they played. She gave out smiles like they were free and the kids were eating them up. Jamie noticed many of the parents watching her as well. He felt a moment of pride that she was with him and then mentally kicked himself for thinking that. By the time they could extract themselves he was mentally exhausted.

“What time is yer flight tomorrow?”

“Not until two in the afternoon.”

Jamie looked at her skirt and remembered running his hand under a similar garment and touching her round ass and flat stomach. Her lovely core was shaved clean and glistened with interest. He shook his head again.

“Well, what would you like to do Sassenach. Since ye didna run to an UBER after the game I ken you need my attention. How can I help ye?”

Jamie cringed at the harsh sound of his statement and noticed a flicker of insecurity in her eyes. He wanted to take her places she would never forget but he couldn’t and being this close to her was making him a little crazy.

“To be honest, I don’t know. Can I fix you dinner and just talk to you for a while?”

“Home cooking?”

“Oh, yea, I gave my entire kitchen to charity so we have to do it at your house. That is if you want me to cook for you.”

As wonderful as she was, Jamie was not in the mood for another sexual encounter that would make him feel like shit all day tomorrow. He looked at her beautiful eyes and missed her already.

“I am big on honesty Sassenach. Tell me what ye want from me tonight.”

When he saw her blush his heart melted right in his chest.

“I’m rather good at forgetting people but it didn’t work this time. To be honest, I don’t want to take my infatuation to Honduras, I fear it would be very hard to live that way, missing you. I am poison to relationships, that’s why I don’t have them anymore, so this will be a favor to you as well.”

“Like a dual exorcism ye mean.” Jamie held her soft hand and looked up at the sky. “I would be happy to help but I have no food to cook.”

“I will pick up some groceries while you take a shower. It won’t take me any time at all.” She ordered an UBER and kissed his cheek.

Jamie laid on the couch for ten minutes to rest and question his motives in allowing this tonight. She seemed so genuine and her honesty impressed him. She wanted to learn enough to forget him after tonight and resume her heartless life. Well, he could say the same about her, he decided, so stop thinking and get in the shower!

Claire let herself in and admired the trendy apartment once more. It was the perfect bachelor pad for a young, single, handsome doctor. She rolled her eyes at the thought of how much action he got here followed by the same argument she had with herself all day. What do you care, he probably gets a lot of pussy and more power to him.

Jamie emerged from his shower letting the aromas of food fill his lungs. It was not something that happened often and he enjoyed knowing she was here in his kitchen. He opened his mouth to say something and realized she was dancing with her earbuds in. She held a large salmon to her chest and slow danced with it, her head back, eyes closed, having a moment with the fish. Jamie felt a scary shift in his existence wishing he had not seen it. Then she freaked out and dropped the fish.

“Sorry, when I turned around and saw you it shocked me. Good thing I hadn’t taken the fish out of the package. See, floor is still clean.”

“What are ye makin Sassenach?”

“Your favorite, Salmon, with asparagus and baby red potatoes, which doesn’t sound Scottish by the way.”

“I spent a year at Columbia during my medical training and learned to enjoy the healthy foods they eat. Of course, nothin can replace bangers and mash but it will put ye in an early grave.”

Jamie pulled out two glasses and filled them with a very special whisky. He watched Claire’s face as she rolled it in her mouth and swallowed with a smile.

“I better get the fish ready before I start dancing with it again.” Another blush.

They talked about their lives, growing up, college and working in their chosen career. She told Jamie about her parent's death at age five, growing up with Uncle lamb in the farthest reaches of the globe and coming back to civilization at sixteen years old.

“I didn’t fit in very well at first. When I started nursing school I met my friend Joe Abernathy and we have been joined at the hip ever since.”

“What would happen if Joe settled somewhere and quit traveling?”

“Then I would work there and probably start being responsible. Saving money and stuff like that. “If you own an estate in the country why do you live here?”

“My sister Jenny lives there with her husband. It’s too far away to be called to the hospital in the middle of the night to deliver a baby.”

“You have been practicing medicine for three years and you are thirty-three? Did you want to be an astronaut but couldn’t make the cut? Seriously, what were you doing from eighteen to thirty-three?”

“Seven years of university and medical school. The rest of the time I was earning money for my education.”

Jamie thought about telling her the truth. It was something he would do if she were not leaving the next day forever. He ached to tell her everything but that was absolute folly. Even if she were madly in love and camped out on his doorstep, the odds she would accept who he was during those missing years were stacked against him.

The conversation continued through dinner and dishes, each taking turns describing their lives up to this point. Jamie poured two Drambuie over crushed ice and invited her to sit on the sofa.

“That was a delicious dinner Sassenach, thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. I love this drink, what is it?”

Jamie watched her amazing eyes as he described the drink is made from Highland Heather honey and scotch. Very sweet and perfect after dinner. She watched him talk and her face revealed her inner struggle to get past this infatuation with him.

“How are you doing Claire? Are ye feeling better? Ready to get to Honduras tomorrow?”

She walked on her knees across the couch and pushed her face into his. Jamie breathed her in wanting so badly to touch her but he couldn’t. Claire held his cheeks and looked into his eyes.

“I’m a hopeless mess, it’s not better, I don’t know why I am crushing on you so badly. If I wasn’t leaving tomorrow I would ruin this relationship in a couple of months because that’s what I do.”

Her mouth was so close to his he could feel her breath on his lips. She wasn’t letting go of his face so he kissed her. It was enough to touch her lips with his so he kept it light and struggled not to crush her to him.

Claire was feeling the energy from his kiss. He moved them into a comfortable kissing position and they just kissed and enjoyed the close proximity.

“This reminds me of high school when we would kiss for an entire afternoon,” she giggled.

“Is this helping Sassenach?”

“I don’t know because I can’t remember what we ...”

She kissed him halfway through the sentence so it took some time for her to say it. Jamie could feel his resolve slipping and he held her tighter as he deepened the kiss. Sending them both into the higher plane of arousal.

“Sassenach.” He held her cheek and brushed his thumb across her lips. It is borderline torture at this point. Are ye feelin better?”

He watched her deer-in-the-headlights look and he loved her vulnerability. She was soft and sensual, giving into her crush and delighting him with every kiss. Jamie took a deep breath and pulled himself off the couch. He took a long sip of his drink and watched her fuss with her clothing that had shifted with their kissing.

“Well, I should go.”

“Thank ye for makin dinner Sassenach.”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Why do you call me that?”

“It’s… yer British accent. Sassenach means outsider.”

“I see.” Her wide eyes were telling him a story of her fear that she would miss him and that it would hurt. Her vulnerability was killing him and he threw caution to the wind and kissed her again. No more push back, his hands explored her body again until he picked her up and carried her to his bed. His kisses were intense and she was panting his name while pushing his shirt up. Jamie shook his head hard and stayed her hands.

“I will see ye to your car or ye can stay all night with me, it’s yer choice mo chridhe.”

She pulled her shirt off and pulled his head to her. She hated sleeping with other people in the bed but sacrifices had to be made and she believed this would solve her problem.

Jamie took his time. Removing each piece of clothing followed by kissing and tasting the newly exposed skin. He pulled his shirt off and felt her nakedness against him, and kissed her some more, wanting this to last as long as possible. When he entered her they both groaned with the exquisite feeling. He watched her eyes and kept his strokes slow and deep. She arched her back and ground her pelvis into his thrusts, pushing her legs farther apart. “Harder Jamie, right now.” Jamie picked up his speed and felt a pleasant bump in his arousal. Claire grabbed his face and pulled it within an inch of hers. She was panting and looked him straight in the eye.

“I know what you want, I want it to. I say we exit Sunday school and fuck like champions. Let it go, baby. If I say, uncle, I stay for another month. Jamie was too close to his orgasm and this opportunity would not be wasted. He got up and ordered her to stay as she was. He dropped his body within an inch of hers and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I’m takin a shower so we can start over lass. You can opt-out of this and just turn on yer side and I will spoon ye to sleep. It’s a wise choice. Stay in this position and I will rock your world.”

Jamie grabbed a tie on his way back to the bed. He was smiling and excited she had not opted for sleep. Once the blindfold was on he spun her into an erotic tornado with his tongue, and fingers, pulling her so high and placing light kisses on her breasts and stomach while she floated back. Jamie twisted her beautiful body into positions of extreme pleasure and brutal penetration making her come again. Just before his release, he spun her back to face him and removed the blindfold. He kissed her deeply and watched her eyes as he thrust into her soft wetness before going rigid in his release.

“My God yer fun. No ‘uncle’ so ye must sleep mo chridhe, yer plane leaves in twelve hours.” He pulled her into his chest and pulled the quilt over them. Ordinarily, this position would shoot Claire right out of bed and out the door, no matter what she promised. Tonight, she felt comfortable and drifted off to sleep. Throughout the night, Jamie would reach for her and pull her back to him, running his hand up her leg or down her arm before falling asleep again.

Jamie’s eyes opened at five in the morning, his automatic wake up before his rounds started at six. He tried to pull his arm out from under Claire without waking her but she moved into him and threw her leg around him. Not a word was spoken. He pushed into her body and savored every moment, knowing he was falling in love, and she would never come back. When he emerged from the shower, she was gone.

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Can you add to the spring break one shots and possibly make it a serious?cuz I’m in love with it🥰🥰🥰

Title: Spring Break pt. 3

A/N: I hope this everything you wanted @waywardxlexieleahy. There will be a pt. 4 and that will be the end. I think pt. 4 maybe more serious for you!

Warnings; Douchebag ex, language, and mention of smut

The only sounds that could be heard were the clinking of the silverware against the plates. Your dad barely spoke a word to you, since he caught you and Dean in the middle of the act. But thankfully, Uncle Bobby was on your side, stating that you were grown and that your dad should’ve rang the doorbell first.

Tired of the awkward silence you spoke up. “So, about the case. What did the victims all have in common?”

Sam took a moment to trade looks with Dean, which was a sign of their silent conversation. You were able to catch the slight shake of Dean’s head and you were instantly irritated.

“Sam, if you don’t tell me Dean’s wrath will be the last thing you have to worry about,” you threatened while holding a knife.

His back instantly straightened, and he mumbled, “Sorry Dean.” Clearing his throat, Sam informed you that all the victims were black women around your age with a curvier frame.

It all made sense now. Dean didn’t want you to offer yourself as bait, but he was gonna have to get over it. “Perfect. Once we figure out what we’re dealing with, I’ll be the bait.””

A resounding no was echoed around the table. These damn men and their overprotective natures. Its cute when you’re not the target of their affection, but when you are its so damn annoying. So, now you gotta play hardball with them.

“Ok, this is how it’s gonna go,” you began while pointing a fork at each man. “Either I set myself as bait alone and have my chances of dying be pretty high or I have three other hunters as backup and have my chance of survival be pretty high. So, which one do you want to do?”

Not wanting to wait for their answer you continued eating as if you didn’t just give them an ultimatum. As you ate, you could feel their silent conversation going on and them reluctantly agreeing to you being bait.

“One thing feels out of place and you’re out of there. Do you understand me?” Your dad questioned you with a hard stare.

“Yes sir!”

For the rest of dinner, the conversation mainly surrounded the case. For the past couple of weeks there’s been girls going missing, but no one can find any connection to them. You weren’t surprised that you hadn’t heard more of it since it was black girls missing, but you couldn’t focus on that issue right now.

Thanks to help of everyone, you were able to clean up the kitchen quickly. While Sam, Dean, and Bobby went to their rooms, your dad decided to have a conversation with you.

“Dean Winchester, huh?”

“Idris Elba wasn’t available, so I had to settle,” you joked with your dad.

It wasn’t often that your dad laughed. The life had hardened him, but he always softened up around you. “I guess it’s better than that little bitch, Trent, which I never liked by the way. I guess I just have to get used to the fact that my baby girl is grown and she’s gonna do whatever she wants to.”

You reached up and grabbed your dad’s shoulders. “Daddy, I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will. I just didn’t picture you being or hunter or being with one. But if he makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

“He does.”

“Good. At least I know I don’t have to shoot his dick off. Good night, baby girl.”

You laughed at your dad, knowing that he wasn’t joking at all and then gave him a kiss good night.

When you entered your room, you were surprised to see Dean laying in your bed. “I thought you didn’t want to intrude in my space,” you mocked his tone from earlier.

“I think we passed that when I was deep in your pussy, sweetheart.” Dean quipped as his eyes roamed your body.

Raising your finger, you quickly dispelled any nasty ideas he was getting. “Nope, not happening Winchester! I’m not having sex while Uncle Bobby and my dad are in the same house.”

Dean rolled his eyes but gave up his mission for now. He lifted the sheets and invited you to bed. “Well, come on then. I’m ready to sleep, but I want you wrapped around my arms.”

Not wanting to make him wait, you jumped into bed with him and let the warmth of his body lull you to sleep.

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Since, there was five of you, it was easier to divide the casework. Bobby stayed back to do research at home, Sam and Rufus questioned the families and friends of the victims, and you and Dean questioned some of the students on campus.

Currently, you were in the law building, waiting to speak to Angela, a bartender at a club one of the girls went missing at.

To pass the time you were scrolling through your phone when you heard a whiny voice call out your name. Lifting your head up, you saw it was Valerie, the “Becky” Trent left you for.

“Y/N, what are you doing here,” she asked if you two were actual friends.

Since, you were over Trent you let your petty side rest and addressed her normally.

“Just helping the FBI with the case of the missing girls. By the way, would you have any insight? Any tiny bit of information would be a big help.”

Valerie ran a perfectly manicured hand through her hair and gave me the fakest of smiles. “Oh, honey. You know me and those girls didn’t run in the same circles.”

Struggling to keep your cool, you bit your tongue from cussing her out. Through clenched teeth you had to let her know that one of the girls was a pre-law student and they must’ve had some classes together.

Thankfully, Dean showed up with Angela in tow and you began questioning. Unfortunately, she had very little info and felt that you were back at square one.

“So, I guess you got into Quantico by sleeping your way through, huh?” The voice of your ex-boyfriend asked as you finished your interview with Angela.

There’s was no time to insult him back, because you had to stop Dean from instantly clocking him.

“What the hell you just say to her?” Dean was already taller and broader than Trent, but somehow, someway he made himself seem bigger. You thought Trent would have better sense to walk back his statement, by the way Dean was stalking towards him despite you being in between the two. But nope. Dude was a dumbass and continued to egg Dean on.

Trent proceeded to speak to Dean as if he were a simpleton. “Listen, Agent. With Y/N’s size there’s no way they would let her train to be an agent. A secretary, yes. But an agent? There’s no chance in hell. So, she had to sleep her way through and judging by the way you’re reacting, I say its you.”

Automatically, you put your hands on Dean’s chest, pushing him away from Trent. His face clearly stated that he wanted to murder your douchebag ex and you almost let him do it. But then you remembered that Trent was a little bitch and would have no problem calling the cops if Dean managed to get to him.

“Trent, you’re just mad because you didn’t get into the law school you wanted and now you have to go with your fourth choice! Now I advise you to leave before I let him go and he’ll crack the other side of your ribs.” You threatened.

Trent waved you off. “Whatever, you were a sorry lay anyway. I was only dating you, since your mom is the attorney general.”

That little reveal caused you to drop any reservation for Trent’s life and you moved out of Dean’s way. Dean wasted no time and punched Trent’s lights out.

Of course, Valerie had to start screaming like it was a damn bloody murder scene, but you ignored her. Instead you crouched down to Trent to slap him awake. “I’m pretty sure you were the sorry lay and btw my mom never liked you.”

While the two of you walked away, both Valerie and Trent threatened that Dean wouldn’t be able to get away with it. But you had no worries, you were confident that Trent wouldn’t want to admit publicly getting his ass beat again, and if he even did go to the cops, just like Trent said your mom was the attorney general and she could easily get Dean off before the cops mirandize him.

“You really dated that ass wipe?” Dean asked, pointing back to the building.

“It was a lapse in judgement,” you threw out.

Suddenly, your eyes were focused on Dean’s hands which were bruised from punching Trent. You grabbed his hands in yours and inspected them. “Let’s go home and I can clean these up.”

However, Dean had other plans. “How about we beat your dad and my brother home, kick Bobby out, and you can take care of daddy in a different way?” He suggested, while trapping you between him and Baby.

In an instant your body temperature went through the roof and you felt yourself unconsciously rolling your hips against Dean. “Yes, daddy.”

Dean cracked a smile and replied “Great,” as he opened your car door. Once he got you buckled in, he jogged to the other side of the car and drove off.

Unfortunately, you and Dean couldn’t get busy, because Sam and your dad were already there. It would’ve been a struggle just to get Bobby to leave, but with all three of them there it would’ve been impossible. So, instead each of you gave an update on what you were able to find.

“The only new thing I found out about one of the vics, is that she went to some nightclub a few days before she went missing,” Bobby said, sighing out of frustration.

“What nightclub?” You, Dean, Sam, and your dad asked simultaneously.

Bobby perked up. If all of you asked the same question, then this may be the break that you all needed. Bobby was scrambling through his pile of notes, until he found the paper he was looking for. “Aha! It’s called Lotus.”

Whiplash should’ve been an automatic effect after how fast you turned your head towards Dean. Angela was a bartender at that exact club, and you knew for a fact that place had to be the common denominator.

Sam and Rufus confirmed that they heard from multiple friends that the victims were there before they disappeared.

The men were concocting a plan to go the club, but they ignore the obvious plan. You fit the description of all of the victims. “Guys, I’ll just go undercover as bait,” you blurted out.

Four heads cracked their way in your direction. Dean and your dad already looked like they were about to object, but you interrupted them. “Aht, aht. Remember last night we agreed either I go as bait alone or I go as bait with y’all as backup. So, are we gonna argue some more or are we gonna do our fucking job and kill this son of a bitch?”

Bobby walked up next to your father and gripped his shoulder. “Rufus, I reckon we listen to the girl and do our job,” he stated as he proudly stared at you.

Finally, your dad cracked a smile of his own. “Alright, let get this motherfucker.”

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ghostofviperwrites · 4 years

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Everything Changes

Requested by @theworldiscolorful.

Pairing: Prince Devitt/OFC/Kenny Omega

Category: Smut

Disclaimer: I know this doesn’t match up with what happened with the Bullet Club leadership and that Prince was gone before Kenny Omega came along, but I took generous creative license and timeline manipulation to make the story come together. Full disclaimer I suck at writing accents, so hope I did alright with Devitt.

“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”

To say that Prince Devitt and Kenny Omega had their difficulties was putting it mildly. They were friends, but it was rare that they didn’t butt heads over something. Whether it was something as small as where to get breakfast when they were in the same town or a bigger issue relating to the way Kenny was running the Bullet Club, the two never agreed on anything. It made sense, both of them being Alpha male types with dominant personalities. The rest of the Bullet Club rarely paid them any attention anymore, just rolling their eyes when another inevitable argument broke out, leaving the two to sort out their differences on their own.

Things were changing though. The Bullet Club was about to get their third leader, with current leader AJ Styles departing to the WWE. Along with AJ, his two most loyal friends Ken Anderson and Luke Gallows were moving on. Tonight was the big PPV, where AJ would be unceremoniously booted from the Bullet Club and Kenny Omega would take over as leader. It was all for show of course, behind the scenes everyone was still good friends. Prince Devitt was in town for the occasion, joining the group for a farewell meal at the restaurant of the Tokyo Dome hotel where the majority of them were staying for the show. It was a bittersweet night with lots of drinks flowing, stories being told and laughter filling the air, though that air of a goodbye tinged the proceedings. Throughout the evening Kenny and Devitt had been flirting heavily with their waitress, each of them pulling out the stops in an effort to win her attention from the other. They were both disappointed when her shift ended and another waitress replaced her in servicing their group.

At the end of the meal after saying his goodbyes, Kenny snuck up to the hostess station to pay the bill. He knew if it made its way to the table he would have a fight on his hands as to who would be paying, so he decided to just take care of it before anyone had a chance to argue. After paying Kenny spotted their former waitress walking out the restaurant door and into the lobby. With a last hurried wave to his friends Kenny hurried out into the lobby, sneaking up to the girl land sliding his arm around her shoulder. She gave a cute yelp, a blush rising to her cheeks as the undignified sound as Kenny chuckled at her.

“Where you running off to sweetheart?” Kenny said moving in front of her, hand raising to tuck her hair behind her ear, tracing his hand along her cheekbone as he gave her his most charming smile.

“My shift is over. I’m heading home.” She replied with a smile, getting lost in his crystal blue eyes.

“Without saying goodbye to me? I’m hurt.” Kenny teased.

“Oh, poor baby,” she pouted. “However shall I make it up to you?”

“I’ve got a few ideas.” Kenny murmured stepping closer to her with intentions of whispering a few of those suggestions in her ear. They were startled apart when an arm landed on each of their shoulders.

“Oi Omega, It’s not enough you take my Club from me, you gotta take me girl too?” Prince Devitt drawled, a smirk on his handsome features.

“I don’t recall her being your girl Devitt.” Kenny responded shrugging Devitt’s arm off his shoulder.

“Look I don’t want to be the cause of any trouble.” The girl said nervously, her gaze darting between the two men.

“Oh you’re no trouble sweetheart. You just stay right there and let us talk.” Devitt said giving her shoulder a light squeeze. Noticing this Kenny glared at Devitt.

“Fergal, if you don’t mind. She was just about to make it up to me for leaving without a goodbye.” Kenny goaded his rival. “So why don’t you go get a good night’s sleep so you can catch your flight.”

“Well, Kenneth,” Devitt responded, glaring at Kenny for using his formal name. “She didn’t tell me goodbye either. I think me feelings are hurt too.” He paused looking down at the waitress. “You gonna make it up to me too darlin’?”

The girl glanced back and forth between the two men, unsure what she was supposed to do in this situation. Here she had two gorgeous men practically fighting for her attention. It did wonders for her confidence, she would admit that.

“O…okay?” She said hesitantly, quite unsure what she had just agreed to.

“Let’s go then.” Kenny said, grabbing the waitresses’ hand and pulling her along behind him towards the elevator, knocking Devitt’s arm off her in the process. Shaking his head with a grin Devitt followed behind the younger man. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but the Bullet Club was in good hands with Omega.

It was silent in the elevator ride to the eighth floor, the girl standing nervously between the two wrestlers, heart pounding in anticipation. She couldn’t believe she was going up to a hotel room with Prince Devitt and Kenny Omega.

The elevator stopped and she was ushered down the long hallway, Devitt pressing against her back as they waited for Kenny to open the door. As soon as the door shut behind them, Devitt was on her pushing her hair to the side and kissing down her neck as his hands slunk around the front and began undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt. Her shirt was quickly tossed aside and her bra discarded in like fashion as Devitt’s fingers tweaked her nipples, making a gasp escape. Noting a distinct lack of a pair of hands Devitt pulled his attention from the girl for a moment, looking up to see Kenny standing near the bed, watching them, but making no move to participate.

“C’mon Omega. “You’re acting like this is your first threesome.” Devitt teased, freezing as he saw a light blush steal across the other man’s cheeks.

“Holy hell, it is?” He asked in disbelief. He really couldn’t believe it. The man was a chick magnet, always having one girl or the other hanging off his arm or coming out of his hotel room.

“Well then, I’m going to have to show you how it’s done.” Devitt smirked as his words sprung the blonde into action.

“I don’t need you to show me how it’s done.” Kenny growled moving to pull the girl’s skirt off with practiced movements before rising to meld his lips to hers. As they kissed his hands slid into her panties, slipping between her wet folds with his thick fingers and sliding them through the slickness. When she gasped and arched her hips into Kenny’s touch, it spurred Devitt into resuming his ministrations, biting down her neck while his long fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples. When she moaned loudly and pushed her chest into Devitt’s hands he grinned victoriously at Kenny who broke his kiss with her and stepped away, starting to strip himself. Not to be outdone Devitt quickly shed his own clothing moving to stand next to Kenny who had directed the girl onto her knees after she removed her panties.

“Suck.” They both demanded at the same time, glaring at each other after.

“I go first, Devitt, I’m the leader of the Bullet Club now.” Kenny growled.

“Fine.” He conceded rolling his eyes and waving the girl forward. Kenny grinned smugly, eyes closing in pleasure as the girl enveloped him in her warm mouth, quickly easing him in fully, sucking deeply as he filled her. With her free hand she grabbed Devitt’s cock, stroking his length with expert motions, making him moan as she slid her hand over his tip. When she began alternating between sucking each of their cocks he couldn’t help but exchange a smirk with Kenny.

“Looks like you’re the only threesome virgin in this room Kenny.” Devitt taunted, his chuckle cut off when the waitress deep throated while giving a squeeze to his balls.

Kenny responded with a middle finger directed at Devitt before removing himself from the girl’s grasp.

“I’m ready to fuck you. On the bed.” He commanded ignoring the glare he received from his former leader as the girl detached herself from his cock.

Once she was on her knees, Kenny slid into her wet slit from behind, hands grabbing onto her hips to plough into her as Devitt got on his knees in front of her mouth, letting the power of Kenny’s thrusts guide her mouth up and down his cock. When Kenny began rubbing her pussy as he fucked her, her moans sent pleasurable vibrations along his cock, pushing Devitt close to orgasm.

“Flip her around.” He ground out. “I need to fuck that pussy before I blow.” Devitt was glad Kenny didn’t argue with him, pulling out of her mouth and spinning her around so her pussy was lined up with Devitt’s cock. Both close to their orgasm, the two quickly reached a rhythm of thrusting into the waitress as she frantically rubbed at her clit. When Kenny filled her mouth, she came clenching around Devitt’s cock, which began spurting inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

Done with the girl, they were quick to dismiss her as soon as they were all dressed.

“Believe or not I miss you. I know we didn’t really no each other before you left, but nobody else will busts my balls like you.” Kenny told his friend.

“You’ll be just fine Omega. You’re gonna own this world.” Devitt said.

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @KaijuusandKryptids!

*****

Just Another Family Dinner

Alec smiled to himself when he stood in front of the mirror. Family dinners were never appealing to any of the Lightwoods, but that was in the past. The Lightwoods finally became the family they were supposed to be. Every sibling, except for Max who was still young, was heading to the dinner with their lovers. It was a beautiful sight, and all the gang was happy because finally they got to be a normal family, well, ignoring the fact that said family dedicated to erase evil and fight demons. Alec’s mouth curved up, he didn’t care if they weren’t normal, all he cared about was that he had all of his beloved ones by his side.

Evil defeated once again, the Lightwood’s decided to make a family dinner on one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. Of course it was Magnus’s suggestion.

Magnus was sitting at the bed, watching his boyfriend getting ready to go to dinner. It was a beautiful sight, and Magnus felt so lucky to be the one who Alec loved. His boyfriend was wearing a stunning black suit. Magnus did know that all men looked so much better in a suit, but hell, Alexander Lightwood was in another whole level.

A well fitted suit and a white shirt beneath it with the first two buttons unbuttoned. was everything Magnus needed to be drooling. He caught Alec’s gaze in the mirror and smiled. Now that he had admired his shadowhunter, Magnus went to the dressing table to apply his make-up. Once he was done he got up and took his boyfriend’s hand in his. It was a beautiful night and they decided they had the time to go to the restaurant like mundanes. Maryse, Robert, Max, Izzy and Simon were already sitting at the table laughing and talking.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” Magnus said once they took their seats.

“Hi, mom, dad, guys, what are you talking about?” Alec asked.

“We were just guessing what couple would be the last to arrive.” Maryse said.

“We decided to arrive in the mundane way. We had time. And I’m a little offended because I have a perfect timing.” Magnus said.

“Right. Like when you got to the institute just in time to stop Alec’s wedding.” Everyone laughed at that. Even Alec. He really had been so wrong.

“I still remember that movie scene.” Simon said. “That was the day I began with the shipping.”

“Like I said, perfect timing. On the other hand, where are my biscuit and the annoying blond? You weren’t talking about that, am I right? Because I don’t know about you but my guess is that they are doing some reckless stuff.”

“Or naughty.” Izzy said.

Robert and Maryse just closed their eyes. Too much information. They all remembered that time almost two weeks ago when Izzy had found the couple in a very compromising situation. Of course she had to tell everybody. Now every time someone goes to the weapons room accompanied, they get suspicious glances. Jace and Clary appeared by the door and took their seats after saying hello to everyone.

The waiter came and took their orders. It was Magnus’s turn to warn Robert about the ingredients in his plate, he wasn’t going to like them. Robert changed his order, after thanking Magnus for his advice.

The food arrived and so did the drinks, all the family made a toast because once again they had defeated the enemy and were safe and secure with all the people they loved. Everyone was glad they could have a little time of peace for themselves.

The night passed with mockery and laughs and soon all the conversation went to the child memories.

“Yeah, but seriously, you think you have your smart boyfriend and everything, you see him like that and think he has always been like this, what you don’t know is that he was the one who slept in history’s class.” Jace said to Magnus. Magnus snorted.

“Yeah, I might have been asleep a few times, but at least I wasn’t trying to impress the girls.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault that girls found history so attractive.”

“You didn’t exactly were showing of your knowledge, more like your new movements with a sword.”

“Uh, what sword?” Simon asked.

“Simon!” All the Lightwood’s whispered-shouted.

“Hey, relax. I’m joking. ” Simon raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t know what age we are referring to, I guess I was just trying to figure it out if this was the beginning of the...”

“Book club?” Clary complemented. Clary already knew how Jace got his conquests; the book club was full of girls.

“Fun fact,” Max said, joining the conversation. “I really don’t know a person who doesn’t ask ‘do you read?’ to Jace when he mentions that.”

“You traitor! I do read.” Jace said, feigning betrayal.

“That’s a joke that never ends, you have to understand that.” Izzy said, sipping her drink. Jace looked at her with a mischievous smirk, Alec saw that and immediately knew what was about to happen.

“You mean like the joke about your cooking skills?” Sadly, they all had to laugh, including Isabelle.

“You are paying for that, you know that, right?”

“It was worth it.”

“But seriously, who can actually cook in this family?” Asked Magnus.

“I mean, there’s a difference between a person who cooks and one that literally burns everything.” Maryse said.

“Mom!”

“Sorry, dear. Magnus is right, we aren’t chefs but hey, you scared me more than once when you were at the kitchen.”

“Fair enough.” Izzy said.

“I know for a fact that I can’t cook, Maryse is a decent cook as well as Jace, Clary, Simon and Magnus.” Robert said.

“What?” Alec asked.

“Does that count? Magnus literally has magic in his hands.” Clary said.

“Yes, that’s what Alec says all nights.” Jace said, winking.

“Jace!” All the members of the family reprimanded him, except for Magnus and Alec, the latter was busy blushing while Magnus just stood there with an incredulous look. That reckless blond was so going to pay, but that would be for another day.

“Oh, right but when you eat my food I don’t see you guys complaining.”

“We wouldn’t do that but what’s fair is fair.” Simon said.

“I still can’t believe I’m not in that list, though.” Alec said.

“Bro, we are cut from the same cloth, don’t question the Lightwood DNA.” Isabelle said.

“Damn it.”

Magnus put a comforting hand on Alec’s knee. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you have me by your side, we are never going to die of starvation or poisoning.” Alec chuckled.

Life was good. He had a wonderful family, there was mockery instead of just politeness, and his parents had finally accepted their kid’s partners. Simon, Clary and Magnus were part of the family now, a family that each day seemed to know more mundane stuff. Alec was happy to learn, it seems that the little annoying mundanes weren’t actually annoying and had a lot to offer, and Magnus was just so glad that he could introduce Alec to this culture.

For Max’s disgrace all of his siblings remembered his childhood. He ended up with his hands on his eyes and red ears. Yes, one could be a charming and funny baby but why did all have to remember that time? However, he had seen plenty of photographs. “Clary, have you ever seen a picture with Jace running scared because of a rubber duck that mom was holding?” Everyone, except Jace laughed at that. It was even funnier because Jace had more than 10 years.

“Young man, they are little beasts, and I didn’t know it wasn’t real.”

“By the angel, I knew about that but I didn’t know there was a photo. I need to see it.” Clary said, laughing. “Oh, come on, it’s something I need.” She insisted when Jace just stared at her. Finally, he gave up and started laughing.

Alec smiled and thanked the angel that Max didn’t talk about him and Izzy, they had a lot of embarrassing photos. Why do all moms love to take photos of their children while bathing them? He didn’t get it. But he was glad Max seemed happy with just making fun of Jace.

The night was finally coming to an end. Everyone took their glasses and said cheers. They celebrated being together and being safe. All of them went to the Institute, except for Magnus and Alec. They took a portal home and collapsed on the couch.

“Well, the restaurant was fine, right?” Magnus asked.

Alec smiled. His boyfriend was a perfectionist and even more if all the Lightwoods were involved. It has been a while since they accepted him in the family and yet, the warlock was always trying to make everything perfect. “Of course it was. You are perfect.” Magnus just liked a little of reassurance. He knew the family loved him but still, it was very new to have a family like this. It made his heart flutter.

“Are you tired?” Magnus asked.

“Nope.” Alec answered, even if his body was feeling a little heavy. They had planned a movie night just for the two of them and he wasn’t going to miss it. “Come on, let’s see this movie you’ve been talking all week.”

“It wasn’t all week.”

Alec raised one of the eyebrows that Magnus loved so much. And the warlock went to find the movie. When he was done, he came back to the couch and snuggled close to Alec. The shadowhunter’s head rested on Magnus’s shoulder when the movie began. Magnus waved his hand and a cup of hot chocolate appeared in their hands.

A romantic movie. Sappy, funny and, in Alec’s opinion, amazing. He would be damn if he admits to his fellow shadowhunters that he actually liked the movie, but it was just Magnus and yes, by the end of the movie Alec felt light, happy and so lucky. He laughed when Magnus made jokes about calling him by a nickname. All the options were awful. And he asked Magnus if would’ve liked to be courted the way it was made almost fifty years ago. Magnus’s eyes sparkled when he said he thought it was something beautiful. Perhaps Alec could do something like that for him. For example, he never wrote a love letter, could he do it now? Maybe.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Alec shook his head. “Nothing.” At Magnus’s incredulous expression he continued. “I was thinking that I really liked the movie, and how much I love you.”

“Aren’t you adorable? Attacking me with that sweetness of you, it should be illegal.” Magnus kissed his nose.

“Me? Adorable?”

“Yes, mighty, brave and bold shadowhunters can be adorable, Alexander.”

“All right, but you are adorable too.”

Magnus thought, not for the first time, how lucky he was. If someone had told him ten years ago that a shadowhunter would find him adorable and be his boyfriend he would have laughed and declared them out of their mind, and yet here he was, feeling happier than he ever had. Magnus kissed him slowly. Alec smiled into the kiss, making Magnus smile too. The warlock really enjoyed all the kind of kisses they shared, because behind them there was love. It was Magnus who broke the moment.

“Next time you are picking the restaurant.”

“What? No.”

“You’re telling me that after all this time we’ve been together you didn’t learn anything from me.”

“If I recall, you were the one who just two hours ago was asking if the restaurant was fine.”

Magnus kissed Alec’s lips, silencing him.

“Just a warning: next time we go to the institute I’m so going to find all the pictures of you as a child.”

“You’ve seen plenty of them.”

“I said all of them.”

“I’m almost sure you indeed had seen all, it’s not like we had tons of pictures.”

“It’s for science.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. And hey, I don’t know why you are so afraid. We’ve seen the pictures together.”

“I’m glad Max didn’t tell more of the stories behind the pictures.”

“Why? I’m almost sure Clary and Simon already know enough.”

Alec chuckled. “More than they need to. I need to keep the mystery.”

“Shadowhunters.” Magnus said, as if that explained it all. Perhaps it did.

“Shut up, mister ‘I survived the Big Bang’.”

“I’ve never said that. And I am not that old.”

“And yet, you go around telling people that you’re 500, 600, even 800 years.”

“You know what? Once, my shadowhunter boyfriend told me something about ‘mystery’, maybe he was right?” Alec smirked. He loved the teasing. He loved the playful relationship they had. The seriousness they could have. The competitiveness. The laughs. He loved everything. He loved Magnus.

“He is always right.”

“Mm. He is also funny.”

Alec snorted. “He sounds like an awesome guy.”

“Yeah, he is. I’m so lucky.”

“I think he is the lucky one.”

Magnus pecked his lips. Alec barely suppressed a yawn. Magnus laughed.

“Let’s go to bed, darling.”

Magnus got up from the couch and offered his hand to Alec. Alec let himself to be led to the bedroom. Sleep had taken over Alec’s body. He sat on the bed and watched his boyfriend undress. He liked that Magnus didn’t use always his magic. If he had time, he would do things like every other human. Alec’s lips were forming a little smile, from the moment he saw Magnus get dressed for dinner he thought he looked breathtaking. His cobalt suit along with the black shirt had him sneaking glances at him all night. Oh, how much he liked his man in a suit. His man. Every time he said that was as good as the first time, he was so happy that finally he could say that out loud. It was amazing. When Magnus finished he came to see his boyfriend.

“I am the one who’s getting you out of that suit, am I right?”

Alec’s smile told him everything.

He exaggerated his movements, that had the Nephilim smirking. When he was done he helped Alec to climb on the bed and covered them with the sheets. He took his boyfriend in his arms and Alec just snuggled closer to him while humming.

“Good night, Magnus. Love you.”

“Sleep well, darling. Love you too.”

Magnus kissed his temple and smelled his Alexander’s hair. He was finally at home and he knew this life with Alec was his happy place.

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courtrae89 · 6 years

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Queens of Odins Eye (Sons of Anarchy, Vikings AU)

(Not my picture)

Warnings: Guns, Violence, Gang violence, Crooked Law enforcement, criminal activity, Language

I woke to the maddening ringing of my phone, reaching and fumbling for it with my eyes closed proving to be even more annoying. I finally opened my eyes and regretted it that instant, but not because the hangover was to much, or the light was stinging my eyes, no because who I found lying next to me rather.

Shaking out of my stupor I opened my burner “Hello Kia, is everything alright?” gods I hoped so, I couldn’t handle more than what was happening in my bedroom right now. “Everything is fine, plans setting into motion, the guys will be picked up soon, might want to head over, oh and will you be good on your own? We can’t find Rollo anywhere” I placed my head in my hand, shaking my head back and forth “Yea I’m good darlin” hanging up I walked over to the bed and kicked Rollo, causing him to fall from the beds edge.

“what the fuck are you doing in my bed, please tell me we did not take a trip down memory lane” Rollo confused and now sore began to roll over, he wasn’t answering quick enough. “Rollo for fucks sake answer me NOW” Rollo began to laugh until he seen the fury in my eyes “You called me to help you and Kia get home. I crashed here, you said for me to sleep in the bed, we're adults, but I would have been very happy to do some adult things to you Courtney..” I threw my hands up “let me stop you there..” before I could finish “but I didn’t, and you wouldn’t have allowed it, no harm” I let out a relieved sigh “ THANK ODIN” Rollo chuckles again “ you know Courtney there was a time you would have been happy to wake up in bed with me” I rolled my eyes “ let’s leave the past where it belongs Rollo, get dressed, guys are going in today” with that I stepped to my bathroom to get yesterday’s moonshine washed away. By the time I was dressed and ready to head out Rollo had already gone and I felt a more steady calm come over me. “Time to get this shit show started” I thought.

I didn’t have long before I needed to be at the station, so I scrambled past everyone and went straight to the table where I found most everyone of importance, it was time to say goodbye, and by the feeling in the room you could tell it. Ubbe and Kia where in one corner saying there goodbyes foreheads pressed together, Uriah smashed between them giggling, Ragnar and Aslaug sharing hushed whispers and sweet kisses, Brii being embraced by Bjorn, shit was fucked between them, but she cared more for him than she would allow herself to believe. Soon I felt Floki’s strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me to him, sensing my unease he held on to me a little tighter “we will be fine my queen” he kissed my cheek, and then that wonderful spot behind my ear. Remembering that I had somewhere to be I snapped myself out of the haze Floki had put me in “sometimes people go in, and they don’t make it back out Floki, you make damn sure it ain’t you, you get your ass back out here to me in a fucking hurry you hear me?” his smile was wide, one that I didn’t see often enough “I will be home again” he kissed me hungrily, and before I could decide to drag him down the hall to a dorm I pulled away and said my goodbyes to everyone. It was time.

Two hours later I was standing in front of the club house, this time on the other end of the law, watching as Agent Gray so nicely displayed all her “evidence” against the club, I watched as they were all cuffed and placed in the back of the transport van, and I stayed glued to that spot until it was long out of sight. I turned to Kia, Brii, and Aslaug “I’ll be back in a few hours, got some work to finish up” they nodded and I made my way back to the department, time to take care of Kia's P.O.

It was 4:30 when I made it back to the club house, Kia pleasently surprised that her P.O. had been caught on camera fucking what appeared to be the receptionist at the office, I suppose he was being asked to resign, as well as his little fuck buddy. Poor guy.

My head was still pounding and more than anything I needed a hot cup of coffee and maybe a couple aspirin, rummaging through the cabinets and cursing to myself I heard Aslaug come up behind me “Looking for something doll?” “Some fucking aspirin and coffee would be nice” she cocked her hip to the side “then go and get some from the supermarket, we're out, theres a house full in case you haven’t noticed.” I rolled my eyes and watched her as she began to clear one of the tables in front of her “isn’t that a house mouse job?” She turned to look at me with a scowl on her face “were all a bit busy Courtney, and I’m going to let your attitude slide because you had a rough night, and a rough morning, but don't you forget who your talking to and that your not the only one whose dealing with some shit around here, now go get the keys to the Chevelle, and tell Kia to come along.”

I rode bitch while Kia drove, her mother-in-law beside her, once we made it to the store I headed straight to the pharmacy aisle, popped open a bottle.of aspirin and took two immediately, before meeting back up with them by the coffee, as we walked the Aisles I wandered over to the toiletries figuring we could stock up on those, when I spotted a man wearing and Eights kutte, I ran to Aslaug and Kia, informing them of my discovery, we needed to get out of here quick, I had my 40 and I’m sure they had theirs, but the last thing I wanted to do was open fire in a fucking supermarket full of civilians. So we made our way back to the front, but not before being spotted by two other members, we made our way by them quickly, and when we passed the threshold I turned to Kia “give me the keys now” Kia obliged, I turned to Aslaug , “take the Chevelle, go back to the club house, the boys are parked on the corner, Kia and I will lead the Eights away. Be safe”

Kia and I spun around, I whistled loudly and Kia and I began to make our way to Rollo and Ivar who had been tailng us, they revved their engines in anticipation. Kia jumped on Ivars bike wrapping her arms around him as I jumped on the back of Rollos doing the same, we got them up to speed just as two men in Eights Kuttes rushed out of the store. A body for a body, guess they were hoping to cash in. Rollo and Ivar took off at a high speed, fuck this felt good, I looked over to Kia and she had the same grin on her face that I did, adrenalin, hell of a drug.

It wasn’t long before we could hear the roar of their bikes behind us “we've got company” I yelled over the roar of the engine. Rollo turned to me, “hold on tight sweetheart”

We raced through the streets trying to lose them, but they matched our speed, and made every turn, we needed to get these assholes off our trail if we were going to make it back to the club house “Kia” I yelled over to her “we gotta lose these assholes” she nodded her head knowingly and pulled out her Glock 19, and I did the same pulling out my 40 cal Sig. Kia's first shot blew the front tire of the man’s bike out causing him to flip his motorcycle, his body flying to the opposite direction, and I mimicked her move, Rollo turned to the left abruptly causing me to miss my shot, once we straightened up, I took aim again, this time I did not miss my target, the bullet penetrated his front tire causing him to crash. “fuck yes that felt good I heard Kia screaming from beside me, looking over she had the widest grin on her face, her arms above her head, abd hair whipping in the wind. She had needed that win.

Rollo took off in the opposite direction as Ivar and Kia, and before I could ask him where the hell we were going he brought the bike to a stop in an alleyway, he was off the bike and pacing in front of me as soon as the kickstand was out “ Rollo what…” but before I could finish his calliused hands took hold of my head, running his fingers through my hair to bring my lips to his, and my brain couldn’t keep up, gods his mouth felt good” I soon snapped back to reality pushed him back and my open hand met his face, leaving red welts across his cheek “What the fuck Rollo?” I yelled at him “I’ve wanted to do that since I woke up this morning, fuck who are we kidding, I always want to kiss you Courtney, God’s you know I love you, please do not act as if it’s some goddamn secret, everyone including Floki knows my feelings for you” he was practically yelling now “take me to the club house now Rollo, this is absurd, I’m with Floki, a brother no less” he looked defeated, but he mounted the bike and revved the engine taking me back to the club.

Court was tomorrow and I needed a clear head. Once at the club house I locked myself in Floki's dorm, I just couldn't deal with anyone's shit or confessions of love for the rest of the night.

“Your honor I would like to ask that this case be dismissed” the clubs lawyer Herald spoke “Upon a closer look at all the evidence provided by FBI Agent Rebecca Gray, we have found false statements, by witnesses who do not exist, some witnesses deceased before the time of the alleged and false crimes were committed, Agent Gray is clearly mistaken, or has not done her homework. My clients and I would ask that you dismiss this case and let them get back to their families and lives as soon as possible” the judge took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes , pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated with the waste of time “You have proof of your claim against Agent Gray Mr. Finehair?” Herald gathered several papers and proceeded to the bench in which he handed the judge all of his "evidence" of course your honor”

Gray looked like she was going to pounce at any moment, and a little unsure who to unleash her rage at first. “your clinets are free to go as soon as the jail staff can get them released the judge sighed”

Working Court detail that day had given me a pretty good view of the scowl on Agent Grays face, I slowly made my way behind prosecutors table, leaning down to whisper in her ear, I just couldn't help myself "Did you really think Hvitserk would betray his club? His family? For you?" Maybe your not as good at sucking dick as you think love."

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