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brummiereader · 11 months

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Killing Me Softly (PART THREE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: You and Tommy have barely said a word to eachother since your wedding night, the tension building, Tommy's facade finally drops.

Warnings: Language, angst, psychological mind games, manipulative behaviour, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

"Where's my wife?" Tommy asked looking up from his newspaper as he sat at the end of the large dining table, a cigarette in his mouth.

"She's still in bed Sir, she said she's not hungry" Frances answered nervously clutching onto her apron. It had been almost two weeks since your wedding day and the tension was palpable. You and Tommy had barely said another word to eachother since your wedding night, sleeping in separate rooms you had been avoiding him at all costs. You hadn't left the house in five days, and even when you did it was only to venture out onto the grounds of the property, one of Tommy's henchmen always a few feet behind you. You had neither seen nor heard from your mother, friends or Tommy's family since your arrival at Arrow House, everyone giving the happy newlyweds space, that's what he said. The truth was, Tommy was keeping them from you, keeping you from telling them how miserable you truly felt. Folding the newspaper in half Tommy threw it onto the table In front of him, his chair scrapping across the wooden floors beneath him as he stood up.

" Tell her I expect to see her sitting there at that table, at noon, for when I come back" he said sternly as he walked towards the entrance.

" Yes Sir" Frances nodded as she closed the dinning room door.

"Oh and Frances" he stopped as he got to the door. "Tell the chef to make lamb" He smirked as he looked up at the large wooden stairs in the foyer.

" Yes Mr Shelby" she dutifully answered as she watched Tommy walk out the front door.

Laying in bed you flinched as you heard the door of his car slam shut. He was gone, breathing a sigh of relief you sat up looking over to his side of the bed, this was not how you thought your first two weeks of being a married woman would be, even for an arranged marriage.

Deciding not to lay in bed all day and worry about your already fragile marriage, you got up putting your light pink silk dressing gown on, one you could only imagine Tommy had picked out for you, like everything else he had chosen on your behalf. Walking down the large wooden staircase you was met with Frances waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.

" He's gone then?"

" Yes Mam" she answered with concerned eyes.

" Did he say anything?" you questioned as your fingers picked at the wooden banister.

" He said he would like to see you at lunch Mam"

"I doubt he said it as nice as you" you smiled as you placed a hand on her arm." Thank you, Frances" you added as you walked off into the kitchen in search of something to eat.

"Mrs Shelby please, let me get you something" she called out.

" It's ok Frances I don't mind " you replied, still not used to being waited on.

Sitting by the window in the study, a book on your lap, you looked out at the gardens In front of you, Tommy's horses galloping in the fields behind them. How had things gotten so bad so quickly? You pondered as you spun your wedding ring around your finger over and over again. Tommy was a man who always got what he wanted, never to be talked back to, never to be refused, and when you did just that on your wedding night he had clearly not taken it very well. Was it all your fault though? You questioned yourself, doubting every conversation and action you had done and had over the past two weeks. You just wanted to get to know him again, did he not want that too?

"Mam, it's Miss Polly Gray on the phone, should I tell her to call you back another time?" Frances asked as she opened the door to the study.

" No no, it's fine, I'll take it, thank you Frances" you said getting up, placing the book down on the chair you was sitting on. Hurrying to the phone you quickly picked up the receiver placing it to your ear.

" Polly?"

" Y/N, how are you love? We haven't seen you in a while"

" I'm so happy to hear your voice Polly" you replied, your emotions threatening to be made known at any moment.

" Enjoying newlywed bliss?" she chuckled over the phone, completely unaware of the current state of things.

" Something like that" you sighed with a small laugh as you played with the cord of the phone.

" What's wrong Y/N ?" nothing could get past Polly, she always knew.

" Me and Tommy, well ...things have not been going that great" you replied in a shaky voice, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

" Oh love... right I'm coming over, this afternoon at four, I will have my driver bring me" Polly replied, concern In her voice, knowing too well how Tommy could get.

" Ok" you said as you sniffed back your tears.

" I'll see you in a few hours, don't worry we'll sort it all out.

" Ok, bye Polly" you said as you put the phone down. Was this a good idea? What would Tommy think of you talking about your marriage to someone else. But Polly could help, she was his Aunt after all, family, someone Tommy knew.

Looking up at the large clock in the foyer you noticed it was nearly noon, Tommy would be back any minute. Hurrying back upstairs you quickly shut the bedroom door, hoping to avoid him once again.

" Mr Shelby" Frances greeted Tommy at the door.

" My wife?" he asked as he handed her his suit jacket.

"She's upstairs Sir" she replied nervously as Tommy cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

" Did you not tell her that i expected to see her in the dining room?" He asked, his voice getting irritated with each second that passed.

" Yes Sir, she's very tired, I think she needs rest" Frances said trying to excuse you from his anger.

" Tired" he scoffed as he started marching up the stairs to your shared room. "I'm fucking tired, tired of this shit" he said under his breath, his steps echoing through the house as he walked up the stairs. "Seems my dear wife needs a helping hand getting of bed Frances!" he called out angrily as Frances hurried off, not wanting to get in the middle of a marital dispute.

"Y/N!" he bellowed as he got to the top of the stairs, throwing the bedroom door open.

" Tommy..." you replied in surprise as you sat up, eyes widening as you watched him storm over to your side of the bed.

" Been laying in bed all fucking morning eh?" he asked as he pulled the sheets away from you, scoffing when you closed your dressing gown tightly around your body.

"Why are you not downstairs in the dinning room, like I asked, hm?" he demanded to know, grabbing you by the hand as he pulled you out the bed.

" I'm not a child Tommy, you don't get to talk to me like that" you answered, irritation in your voice as you pulled his hand off you. Tommy was right behind you as you marched down the stairs to the dining room, you swore you could feel his eyes piercing into the back of your head, your stubbornness only angering him more. Once again you had disobeyed him, and this time he was going to make sure you knew it. Spinning you around, Tommy pulled you flush against his body, his arm hooked around the bottom of your back.

" Stop fucking acting like a child, and I'll stop treating you like one, ok sweetheart?" he said quietly into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his words laced with anger as his hand traveled slowly up your back grabbing a handful of your dressing gown. Firmly holding onto your robe, Tommy spun you back around in one quick motion, pushing you down onto the dining table chair.

" Good" he said, hitching his suit trousers up as he sat down next to you, satisfied you hadn't talked back. What would be the point in arguing with him, your words would only go unheard, Tommy always had to be right. You decided not to say anything, instead you pinned all your hopes on Polly's visit, praying she could get through to her nephew and help your already rocky marriage. Lighting a cigarette, Tommy watched you as he inhaled the tobacco. He had you just the way he wanted, eyes cast down, submissive, subservient, the perfect little wife.

A knock on the dinning room door had you both looking up as Frances wheeled two plates of food in. As she made her way around the dining table you noticed almost instantly what had been prepared, your eyes darting to Tommy you watched the smirk form on his lips as he flicked the ash of his cigarette into a glass dish.

" Is there a problem?" he asked, a devilish darkness overtaking his eyes as he watched you look down at the plate of food now in front of you.

"I can get you something else Mrs Shelby?" Frances asked as she looked between you and Tommy.

" No it's fine, thank you" you answered as you breathed in the gamy smell of the lamb, your stomach already turning at its odor. His pettiness was blatant, you knew exactly what he was doing, it was childish, immature, and you refused to play along.

"Eat" he said as he nodded to the plate of food In front of you. Picking up your knife and fork, you cut a small piece of lamb, raising it to your lips as Tommy watched you intently. Placing it in your mouth, you looked over to him as the smugness spread across his face, he was enjoying this, enjoying his cruelness play out.

" You invited Polly to come today?" he asked as he took a sip of whiskey. Nodding, you slowly chewed on the piece of meat, swallowing harshly as Tommy watched your throat bob up and down as the food made its way down.

" Next time you invite someone, you ask me first"

" Tommy this is my home too, I don't have to inform you of everything I do" you replied, dropping your fork onto the plate, unable to eat anymore, your frustration mounting with him.

" But you do love" he said as he grabbed your chin turning you to face him. " You're my wife, so you'll do as I say. Now eat" he said picking your fork back up.

" I can't Tommy, I don't feel good " you answered. Was it the taste of the lamb already, or his controlling words that had your stomach churning, you couldn't tell anymore. Staring at him your eyes started to fill with tears. Taking a drag of his cigarette Tommy looked at you unsympathetically as one lone tear fell down your cheek. With your hand to your mouth, you bolted up, running as fast as you could to the closest bathroom. Bending over the toilet you threw up as you tried to hold back your hair away from the toilet seat.

"Hey, hey..." you heard softly from behind you as Tommy bent down next to you, collecting your hair into his hand as he rubbed your back while you hurled into the toilet once more.

Wiping your mouth you turned to him as you flushed the toilet.

" Why would you do that?" you asked weakly, tears streaming down your face.

"Do what?" He questioned a look of confusion in his eyes as he tried to fool you with his bewilderment, but all you could see was the smirk playing on the corner of his lips threatening to expose his cruelness. Turning back to the toilet you threw up again, gagging at the taste in your mouth.

" You see what happens when you don't talk to me hm, when you ignore me? How am I suppose to know anything about you, if you never say anything to me eh? he said as he continued to stroke your back.

" But...Tommy at the wedding I told you that..."

"Shh shh" he hushed you, pulling you into his chest as he gently caressed your hair, exhaling at the close contact of your warm body.

" Let me take care of you Y/N, stop fighting it." he said as he kissed the top of your head. In your weak state you found yourself leaning into his embrace, clutching onto his chest as he responded by holding you tighter against him, placing another kiss to your temple. Had he forgotten what you had said at the wedding? His sudden behaviour was confusing, he blew hot and cold with you as quick as his temper changed, you couldn't keep up.

For another hour you laid in bed, Tommy telling you to sleep as he worked in his office, ordering his men to go home for the rest of the day now he was back. But sleep was the last thing you did. Your thoughts had been consuming you as you bit anxiously on your nails. He was playing with you like a child plays with a toy, he hadn't forgotten, he knew exactly what he was doing. Having had enough of his constant change in personality, you decided to be as petty as him and play along with his little games..since he clearly enjoyed it so much. Marching down the stairs you walked right past his office as he looked up from his desk.

" Y/N, why are you not in bed? " he asked, getting up from his chair, following you as you walked out the back door to the gardens. Scoffing at him you ignored his question. In bed, exactly where he wants you to be, knowing where you are, doing what he wants, controlling you.

" What do you think your doing?" He said as he caught up to you.

" Going for a walk " you answered as you started making your way to the woods behind the house." Is that a problem?" you said sarcastically, echoing the words he would often use. Clenching his fist he watched you as you walked away from him.

" You'll get lost!" he shouted as he stood by the door.

" I'm a grown woman Tommy" you shouted back, your arms folded as you stormed off. So tempted to see his reaction, you turned around to see him staring at you, brushing his hand down his face as he then gripped his chin with his fingers.

A satisfied look spread across your face, you enjoyed the fact your defiance was getting to him, just like he enjoyed toying with your emotions. Was this a dangerous game to play though, for how long could you really keep this up?

It had been an hour since you stormed off, and you was officially lost. Fuck. Looking down at the floor you kicked a pile of sticks in frustration, Tommy having been right only angering you even more. Looking around in a panic, you tried to remember the route you took, but everything looked the same. A noise Suddenly caught your attention as you span around, your eyes trying to look through the endless row of tress in front of you. This was England, you tried to rationalise to yourself. The chances of a bear coming out at you, zero to none, a wolf maybe, or it could be the devil himself, you laughed to yourself. Is that what you was calling him now, your husband? Then you heard it again. Walking in the opposite direction you quickly picked up the pace as you glanced behind you once more, the rustling suddenly got louder, and that's when you saw it, a small rabbit not far from where you was standing, a sigh of relief swept over you as you walked over to the small ball of fluff. Bending down you put your hand out coaxing it forwards.

" Hello little guy, you scared me" you said as it quickly bounced off in the opposite direction. Your senses no longer on alert, you hadn't noticed the real threat standing next to you. The snap of a branch had you suddenly turning back around.

" Lost little bunny?" Tommy said a smirk on his face, as he leaned against a tree watching you, a cloud of smoke bellowing into the country air. Of course he had followed you, was he afraid you would run off and leave him?

" You followed me" you said, upset that no matter where you went or what you did he would always have his eye on you.

"Maybe you would prefer rabbit for lunch next time" he joked in a sister tone. " Come on, you've had your little tantrum, now let's go" he said taking your hand only for you to push it away.

" No. I'll go when I'm ready" you said adamantly as you watched the anger rise in his already tense body.

" Y/N, you're coming home with me now or els..."

" When I'm ready" you said sterner, Interrupting him.

" Fine. Spend all night here. See if I fucking care" he replied turning away from you, storming off as he threw his cigarette onto the ground. That was the last thing you wanted to do. You watched the route he took back as you slowly followed the same path.

It had been more than an hour until you finally reached the front door to your house. Walking in you glanced up at the clock it was nearly four, you hadn't missed Polly's visit. Walking through the foyer, you was met by Tommy as he walked out the living room, Polly following behind him.

" My loving wife has returned" he said sarcastically as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"Polly" you said ignoring Tommy's remark as you walked up to her, giving her a hug as you looked over her shoulder to see Tommy smirking at you. I'm glad I didn't miss you, I was out for a walk and got a little lost"

" You did miss me, love" she said kissing your cheek, smiling to you.

" But...you said you was coming at four"

"Polly arrived an hour ago Y/N " Tommy said staring at you, his mouth slightly open as his eyes glistened with mischief.

" It's alright love, you must have forgotten. One of the secretary's left a note saying you rang and changed the time to three" she said as she started to put her coat on.

" I...I didn't rin.." you stopped, looking to Tommy as he swirled the whiskey around in his glass. And then the realisation hit you, Tommy had changed the times.

With Polly adjusting her coat in between you both, you and Tommy stared eachother down, your anger at boiling point. Neither of you saying anything you just glared at eachother waiting for the other to do something.

"I can't stay love, i have to get back. We will arrange for another time" she said as she kissed your cheek once again. "Tommy told me everything, you'll settle in soon" she whispered quietly into your ear. You watched on in disbelief, what had Tommy said to her? As soon as the door shut, you marched over to your husband, anger in your face ready to confront him.

" You did that on purpose! What did you say to her?" You shouted at him, pushing his chest with both of your hands.

" You sure you're not still sick love? Don't have a fever do you?" he said, a cocky smile on his lips as he turned away from you, walking to his office.

" You changed the times of her visit, am I not allowed to see anyone?" you asked in desperation, as you tried to stand In front of him, trying to get his attention. Annoyed by your insistence on the matter Tommy Slammed you against the wall as he pushed his body onto yours.

" What if I did hm? What was you going to tell her eh? How it's been so hard for you? My poor little wife, she's suffering so much. I have given you everything Y/N, everything. Do you not remember our agreement hm?" He said angrily as he held your head between his hands, his leg between yours to keep you in place.

Nervousness building inside you, you watched as his eyes turned that sinister black you feared so much. Tears streaming down your face you looked at Tommy pleading with unspoken words to let you go. Brushing away a tear with his thumb, Tommy let out a frustrated sigh.

" Look, the sooner you start acting like my wife the better things will be" he said, gently caressing your cheek as he leaned in to press his lips to your tear stained ones.

"Kiss me back Y/N" he moaned against your mouth, desperate to feel something from you.

" Still playing hard to get eh?" he hummed against your lips as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closing as his hands stroked down your arms.

" I hate you" you said quietly as your voice trembled in fear. Tommy's forehead still pressed against yours, his eyes darted open meeting the fear in yours, fury spreading across his face as you pushed him away from you. Running up the stairs you turned around to see him staring at you, his eyes never once moving from you as he watched you run up the large wooden stairs.

You didn't hate him, Tommy reasoned to himself as he sat in the dark green upholstered arm chair, blowing a cloud of smoke to the ceiling. You was just getting used to your new life he quickly justified . You're words were laced with anger though, he thought to himself as he clenched his jaw, flicking the flame of his lighter on and off as he watched you sleep in the bed in front of him, the freshly cleaned bed sheets draped gently over your body. Taking another drag of his cigarette Tommy leaned forward, his hand slowly stroking up your uncovered leg as he watched you sleep. Your skin was so soft, so delicate under his fingers, why wouldn't you let him near you? let him hold you, kiss you... touch you. Frustration building up he pulled his hand away, his shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. You shouldn't test him, he didn't want to lose his temper, he didn't want to hurt you. Stirring you started to wake up, the smell of tobacco filling your senses. Sitting up you looked In front of you to see an empty chair at the bottom of the bed, a lit cigarette still burning in an ash tray on a small table beside it. Your eyes darted around the room in panic.

"Tommy" you called out as you looked to the the landing light beaming through the half opened bedroom door. Clutching the bed sheets to your chest, fear rose in your body.

He had been here, he had been watching you...

NEXT PART

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Last Line Tag Game

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Tagged by @tinytinymenace @djarinmuse @chronically-ghosted @pedroshotwifey

So I think I’ll give three last lines, because it’s what I’ve been working on, first up is Din Djarin smut. I was supposed to be writing fluff, between @alltheglitterandtheroar and @megamindsecretlair it changed for the better and teasing is always fun. ☺️

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of this thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as he mouth part from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.”

Second is from “This is the Neighboorhood Din” my modern Din AU:

“Dear Lord in heaven I am not dressed or prepared to talk to that sort of man any day.” She muttered as Ms. Harris made her way down the stairs toward her, she hugged her, and her arms wrapped around her as well, eye still lingering on the man sitting on the porch. His sweatpants did not leave much to the imagination. They weren’t tight by any means; one could just trace the lines. Thick thighs and well… heavy in the middle is the most polite way to say it. The only way she can think to describe it while hugging her aunt.

Third, last line from chapter 5 of “The Lake Between Us” (yes I do have future chapters written I planned! Unheard of in Nerdie-land)

“That I did Moonbeam. You should be cautious of my motives, but I can start at the beginning of my troubles for you if you like.” He placed his hand on hers, running up her arm to her shoulder and drew a small circle around her mole. “Be forewarned, the past is neither rosy nor glamorous. It is fraught with hardship, double-crosses and some death.”

Moonbeam grinned, nodding as he spoke, “Sounds like a thriller Ezra. I’m all ears. Add a dash of romance and some mistaken identity and you have yourself a movie marathon.”

“I’m sure you’d be riveted to hear it.”

“That I would.” Moonbeam crosses her legs and leans forward, touching his chin with a finger, “Speak.”

Lastly, I might be trying finish my Dave York series finally. 👀 Or one of them, though I’m not sure all of them are on Tumblr. I think I write too much stuff and it get’s jumbled. This is a softer Dave:

At her core, Kiara felt safe with him. It hurt to admit though she wasn’t exactly sure why, pride maybe? Maybe she wanted to continue to be independent but she hadn’t been for a few months now.

No. Not when she really thought about it.

Her head was leaning against the steering wheel, the nurse had seen his SUV parked in the driveway. Dave pretty much lived with her now, though she didn’t remember giving him a key. He hadn’t needed a key their first night together either.

I’m also working on “Roc & Doc” and crafting the murder mystery since I killed off Rockford’s partner and introduced his brother. What role will his brother play? We’ll see. Also, if you’re going to be a furry for the night, make sure you can in and out of your suit. 😎

Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter” is under way as well. I want a lot to be in it, might be too much. We’ll see how it turns out, also smut because Dieter’s gotta get Maya’s dress off - he did promise her that. 😘 Half-ass and Bridezilla are in full swing!

It’s a lot like always because it’s Nerdie, what else am I supposed to do? Too many ideas, not enough follow-through. I did four instead of three. 😵

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @rhoorl (for the sweatpants) @linzels-blog for Din @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @gemmahale @laurfilijames @avastrasposts @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tightjeansjavi @frenchiereading @boliv-jenta @thefrogdalorian @trulybetty @kewwrites @beefrobeefcal @fhatbhabie

And whoever else saw all this and was like, let me do it too! ☺️

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julietthereaper · 4 months

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the shooting star

a julian x scarlett fic

"Look Catherine, a shooting star. Did you wish?" "Oh, I didn't have time." "Then there is something you wish for?" "Yes." - Dangerously Yours *-*-*-*-*

Julian had been looking for her. She looked so enchanting standing there, soaking up the moonlight. Scarlett's gaze fixed upon the stars above them as they twinkled down on the cursed isle. He was momentarily taken back to the first time he truly saw her, back on Trisda.

Scarlett Dragna was such a romantic. Julian thought about how she would love to be the muse of her lover's poem, have filthy-sweet words whispered in her ear, and get flowers just because I love you.

His eyes shut and his hand scrubbed over his stubble. Julian didn't love her. Yes, he cared about the selfless girl with a colour for a name (no one with eyes could deny that), but Julian Santos did not fall in love. Besides, the closer he got to her, the harder this game would be. It would only end in pain between them. But oh, Julian wanted her to win. And he really wanted to kiss her.

Instead, he let himself admire her for a moment longer. Admiring from afar wouldn't hurt at all. Scarlett was none the wiser and he wasn't getting too close. What was that saying... no harm no foul?

Her shiny brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, hair that he just wanted to run his rough fingers through. Julian couldn't see her pretty hazel eyes from his distance but he could imagine the glimmer in them. That sparkle of hope that made him believe in something (he wasn't quite sure what, but he knew he believed in it). Oh, and that soft pink dress that reminded him of lips longing to be kissed, it clung to her curves and...

He forced his eyes away from her. Julian had to walk away while he still could. Scarlett Dragna was merely a player in Caraval. A player he was instructed not to get too close to; his brother made it quite clear what would happen if he did. She was going to be gone from his life in a few days. As long as everything went to plan, Scarlett would get the life she deserved. Happy and safe, hopefully even adventurous. A rotten feeling churned in his stomach.

Julian would be sorry to see her go.

Maybe he could convince Legend to invite her next year, in exchange for Julian acting in another-

He picked up his feet and walked away. Scarlett Dragna was not meant to be with him. She was one of the few good things in this world, and Julian was not good. He could flirt with her all he wanted to, and even if she flirted back, she still had a fiance that Julian had no doubt ever-faithful Crimson would go back to when she discovered it was all a game.

And discovered he was an actor. A performer. A liar.

"Julian!"

He stopped dead in his tracks as his heart picked up. Her voice held a smile and the hint of a question, maybe even a little bit of hope. Probably wondering if he would stop just because she asked him to. If he recognized her voice after only a few days.

"Crimson." Confident. Cool. Cocky. "Looking for me?"

She scoffed and he turned around to face her. "Please, I'm trying to win. I just thought I saw you."

He took a few steps towards her. "Any luck?"

"Maybe you'd know if you hadn't ditched me when I went to talk to Nigel. Infront of the jade tent, remember?"

Ah. An easy subject to deflect. And a fun one.

"You mean the kissing tent?" Julian threw her a smirk. "We don't need a tent if you want a magical Caraval kiss."

"That's not... ugh, gross, Julian."

His heart constricted a fraction. He was reminded of the way she acted earlier when he teased her about a kiss: disgusted. Though her cheeks flushed, so he considered that she was just acting.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" He asked, curious now they were on the topic. Bonus if it helped him steer the conversation.

She sucked in her cheeks. "That's none of your business."

"So... no?"

Scarlett glared at him. "If you must know, I have been kissed before. I'm not that undesirable, am I?"

His eyebrows scrunched together. Surely someone as angelic as Scarlett wouldn't take his teasing as insinuating she was undesirable? "Would I offer someone undesirable a kiss? I just mean you're a very... 'innocent, waiting for the right man' type of girl."

Julian had been so taken aback by the undesirable comment, he didn't realize Scarlett just admitted she had kissed someone before. He hadn't expected that but wondered if the guy she locked lips with was even worth the time of day.

"You desire me?" Scarlett poked him, letting a small giggle slip.

He was about to say some flirtatious remark when his eyes slipped to the sky. Julian grabbed her hand to point to the starry night. "Look, Crimson. A shooting star."

He turned to watch her watch it. Scarlett's pink lips parted and her eyes widened. Her expression was just adorable.

"Did you wish?"

Scarlett sighed, "Oh, I didn't have time."

"Then there is something you wish for?"

"Yes."

Julian smiled. Such a romantic, of course there was. "What did you wish?"

He followed her eyes as they dropped to their hands, intertwined. She let go. You are not embarrassed, you are not embarrassed, you are not-

"I can't tell you, then it won't come true."

"That's not how wishes work. And besides, you missed the star, it won't come true anyway." Julian just wanted to know.

"Well, it won't come true with that attitude." Scarlett skipped in front of him, a new pep in her step. He followed her.

Julian had a sinking feeling he wouldn't be able to walk away from her.

"When it comes true, will you tell me then?"

Scarlett stopped abruptly resulting in Julian nearly crashing into her. She whipped around, only an inch away from him. Those pretty hazel eyes were at level with his lips, and she didn't lift her gaze.

"Maybe. If you ask nicely."

It took every ounce of willpower he had not to cradle her face and crash his lips against hers. How did Scarlett have such a hold on him?

Lucky for him, he didn't get the chance to. She turned back on her path and Julian waited a few moments, putting some space between them.

He desperately hoped no one was lurking in the shadows, ever so ready to report to Legend just how incompetent his little brother was being. Julian just wanted to stay with her, continue to discover the wonder that was Scarlett Dragna.

How in God's name was he supposed to watch her walk away in only a few days?

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vendetta-if · 9 months

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Okay the recent asks about Skylar embodying Ken energy are hilarious.

I know in Rin and Ash poly they form a united front to love and appreciate MC as well as scaring off other potential romantic rivals. Imagine the chaos if Skylar and MC become BFFs!

Hell, I could easily see my MC Katerina eventually viewing Skylar as an adopted sibling, especially if they both wind up closely together as vigilantes. It's probably an initial blow to Skylar's ego, considering he was flirting with her at first, but it's still nice to have a close genuine friendship with someone who isn't just interested in him because of being famous or because the mayor is his father.

Imagine the two of them being so excited to see the Barbie film and trying to convince the others to go with them. Skylar and Santana seem to get along well enough, so it shouldn't be too difficult to convince them to take a much needed break to watch the movie. Ash and Rin would probably take more convincing, so Kitty asks them both in person while wearing the new outfit she bought specifically for the Barbie movie premiere. Sure, the pink Satin dress she's wearing is shorter than what she normally owns in her wardrobe, but it's cute, and Kitty is cunning enough to know to best stack the chances in her favor. She was able to convince both Ash and Rin to play elaborate games with her Barbie's when they were still kids, she should have no problem convincing them both to spend some time with her in a dark theater while she's dressed like a life sized Barbie.

Awww 🥰 this is so sweet and adorable 🥺 Ash and Rin actually won’t mind that much if MC befriends Skylar once the three of them are in relationship. Actually, Ash and Rin might actually befriend Skylar too overtime, hesitantly at first but once Skylar has proven their trustworthiness and they don’t interfere with any of the Aikawa’s or Morozov’s business, they can be friends.

And you’re right, Skylar would be happy to have genuine friends who are not there only because of their dad or their fame and wealth.

As for Barbie movie, of course Skylar is excited to go watch it with MC and would wear pink outfit with MC together. Santana enjoys watching movies in general and would love to go watch with MC and Skylar if they have the time.

As for Ash, MC won’t even need to convince them; they’ll watch any movie as long as it’s with MC. Now, convincing them to wear pink would be hard though, unless if you can make it a friendly rivalry with Skylar 😂

Rin would be more picky about movies that they’ll spend time watching. Barbie is not really their type of movie, but they don’t really dislike it, so MC should be able to convince them without much effort. If not for enjoying the movie, they’d say yes just to spend more time with MC.

Also, this just makes me think about which RO would watch Barbie and which would watch Oppenheimer 🤔

Ash is not really that enthusiastic about either movie, but they’ll probably choose Barbie over Oppenheimer because they’re not really fond of biopic.

Rin and Santana would choose to watch Oppenheimer.

Skylar would definitely choose Barbie.

#asks #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #ash/rin poly #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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more-better-words · 3 months

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You know how it is. You're going along, doing your little tasks, when all of the sudden, Trip Tucker and T'Pol start getting frisky in the dark recesses of your imagination, and the next thing you know, you've written 1100 words of surprisingly spicy fluff about it!

Just me?

One of the things T'Pol had always appreciated about Trip was his willingness to respect her boundaries. He might test them from time to time, but he never crossed them - at least not without her permission. And that meant that when they went out, he was always appropriate and above reproach. His hand might linger briefly on the small of her back or on her arm, but if he ever longed to walk holding her hand the way human couples did, he said nothing, and saved his touch for when they were alone.

It had become something of a game for her, in fact. The point, as he had so often told her, was to have fun, and she had discovered that this game was a great deal of fun - she would wear something he enjoyed seeing her in, which would quietly frustrate him as he kept his hands to himself in public, and when they got home, he would take his revenge.

Inevitably, his revenge was thoroughly pleasurable for both of them.

This time, she was certain she'd outdone herself. She was wearing a rose pink wrap style dress, made of a fine drapey satin; she knew its color and cut were highly flattering, and he had a weakness for soft, smooth fabrics. And the look in his eyes when he saw her, and every time she caught him looking throughout the evening - covetous and hungry - told her she'd been right.

"Have I mentioned how beautiful you are tonight?" he asked, more than once.

"You have, but thank you," she said, and she could see him mentally running his hands down her sides. He leaned close to her ear.

"Just you wait til I get you home," he murmured. She lifted a pleased eyebrow, and knew that she had won. The way he kissed her as soon as the apartment door closed behind them was the proof.

He nudged her into the living room, his mouth eager and insistent, his hands finally free to roam over her. The shamelessness of his desire for her never failed to excite her, the way he kissed her and touched her as if it were the only logical thing to do when presented with her presence. She could appreciate that.

His right hand skimmed up her side, cupping her breast, while the other tugged at the waist tie of her dress with a confidence that said he'd been thinking about untying it all night. He was briefly dismayed by the interior buttons holding the bodice closed, and she wondered if she should help him, but with a crowing little "Ah HA!" he got them undone, reaching into her open dress to return his hands to her body, this time with no impediments. He had a weakness for soft fabrics, but he had an even greater weakness for her skin.

He dragged his lips from hers, kissing his way along her jaw and throat, shifting his stance slightly to focus his attention on her ear and the side of her neck, his hand returning to her breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb, his fingers sketching little circles on her skin. The sensation sent a storm of shivers through her and she couldn't help herself; she moaned softly.

He nipped gently at her earlobe, his voice soft. "Feel good?"

"Yes," she whispered, "but you know that."

"I like to hear you say it." Two fingers traced a lazy spiral outward from her nipple and back again; her eyes fluttered shut.

"It feels better than good."

He began to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure. "Turns you on?"

"Yes." The word was almost more than she could manage.

"Tell me," he breathed in her ear. She inhaled, trying not to shudder and failing.

"It is extremely arousing. It-" He released his fingers, returning to the slow, caressing circles. She gasped softly. "It makes me want more."

"So if this hand went on a little field trip-" His hand slid down from her breast, down her belly, turning to slip into her panties, "you'd say…?"

"Please."

She felt him smile against her ear. "Mmmm…the magic word."

His fingers hovered momentarily between her legs before sliding deeply and easily into the soft, slick folds of skin. He let out an appreciative little breath. "You weren't kiddin'," he murmured, slipping first one finger into her, and then another. She gritted her teeth to keep her voice steady.

"I do not engage in hyperbole," she said, with every scrap of willpower. She felt him smile again.

"Not about this, you don't." He withdrew his fingers, but her disappointment only lasted an instant, because they began to stroke her, firm but gentle, teasing the most sensitive spots with his fingertips. He kissed her ear along its edge, his tongue toying with her earlobe. "Tell me," he whispered.

She wanted to. She wanted to tell him that every motion of his hand was bringing her closer, that her whole body was glass and about to shatter. But all her voice could manage was a hoarse, "Don't stop."

"I got you, baby," he whispered, quickening the movement of his fingers and tightening his other arm around her. She swayed, her knees going weak. Strange how some joints seemed to lose all their strength while others became suddenly immobile. Her back arched and her breath caught; she went slack in his arms, panting and suddenly intensely aware of his erection pressing against the side of her thigh. She turned her head to kiss him again, tugging at his lips with her own, working the fastener of his pants undone with one hand. "Don't stop," she whispered again.

A little sound of approval rose in his throat; he pushed her gently towards the couch, careful but persistent. She slid off her underwear as he eased her onto the cushions, sinking into her without the slightest resistance. "God, T'Pol, yes," he groaned.

"Tell me," she whispered. He chuckled, his breath unsteady.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmured huskily. "I want you every time I look at you." He kissed her deeply, moving in and with her as if he longed for her even as he had her.

Her first orgasm had been a lightning strike; this one was a slow fire, building with every motion. "Trip," she gasped, "I-"

"You first," he panted.

The tension crested, reaching that unbearable, extraordinary summit before receding, leaving her senses tinged with euphoria. A moment later, Trip pressed into her hard one last time, collapsing against her, moaning her name. And then the blissful, winded silence. They were never closer than in this moment, and they both treasured it.

Finally, he lifted himself up onto his forearms, giving her a look of feigned sternness. "So I hope you've learned your lesson about wearin' that dress." She returned it gravely.

"Indeed. It is a mistake I will certainly make again."

He grinned. "Thats what I like to hear."

#fic #trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #there be smut here #I mean as smutty as *I* get #y'all know me

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sapphiresterreart · 8 months

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So here I am. Procrastinating. Staring at this art and unable to stop thinking thoughts.

Shadow in a dress aiming a pistol. Shadow carried bridal style by Sonic. Originally considered a Masquerade AU but the artist’s tags about Body Double AU had me reeling with its potential. Got carried away so here’s some loose brainstorming. It’s long.

Imagine an AU with mutual Sonadow and/or one-sided Mephonic where:

Mephiles from ’06 game is the prince and prolly brother to crown princess Elise of Soleanna Kingdom. Referencing that re-color of a character design joke bc it has potential if his ‘crystalline’ final form is used instead of the re-skin.

Rest under the Read More.

Maybe Mephiles was adopted or maybe he was also the result of science experiments like Shadow. Except instead of mixed hedgehog-alien DNA it’s similar to that ‘messed with their sun god Solaris’ concept resulting in his creation.

Could even have similar backstory of ‘experiment found a sister in his creator’s daughter’ for fun. Sonic would delight in annoying Shadow with all those fun facts.

Mephiles’ crystalline form: Coarse black-purple fur, jagged white-tipped quills, notched ears, clawed hands with no gloves. White muzzle with fur so fluffy it looks like he has no mouth…

Bonus points if the pink sclera switches btwn white and pink depending on if he’s using his purple-pink powers or not. Green reptilian irises could be considered unsettling on his non-reptilian face.

Extra bonus points if lack of gloves are seen as scandalous by other mobians. Soleanna is a human-majority kingdom so Mephiles wouldn’t understand the culture-shock Team Dark and co would experience. But Sonic could blush, politely avert his eyes, and wonder what Shadow’s bare hands look like.

Mephiles’ powers could be liquified chaos energy and his body crystallized chaos. Could melt or solidify btwn liquid and solid states at will.

Either way his general shape is still similar to Shadow from far. FAR away. To humans anyway. Could act as a joke: ‘species blindness’ where humans struggle to notice differences btwn mobians bc ‘they all look the same’

Extra bonus points if mobians feel the same way about humans. The reason Eggman is so distinctive is bc he’s ‘notably egg-shaped’ Or something silly.

ANYWAY. All that is to establish Mephiles as his own person distinctly separate from Shadow. A person who happens to be a prince and the latest target in an assassination and/or kidnapping attempt ordered by humans from a rival kingdom.

Maybe by G.U.N itself? Or a traitor within G.U.N’s ranks? Could work as juicy inner conflict for Shadow if he also works for G.U.N. Their government would be a structured way for him to ‘help the world be a better place’ while also keeping a close eye on them should they try to massacre innocents like they did decades ago on the ARK.

Thus the reveal of G.U.N trying to secure more ‘weaponry’ by kidnapping ‘a rogue, dangerous experiment’ a.k.a Prince Mephiles could put him at odds with them. Having to decide whether the entire organization needs to be destroyed and built anew. Or to root out out any parasites to prevent the dastardly infection from growing.

Someway, somehow, Shadow hears something about some prince from somewhere who looks remarkably like him and might be in danger. Maybe his teammate Rouge informs him because she’s a nosy spy and has been smelling somethin’ rotten brewing in their G.U.N ranks?

Or maybe their boss is unaware of those treasonous plans and sends Team Dark on a mission: Go Undercover and Protect Prince Mephiles of Soleanna Kingdom.

Shadow begrudgingly agrees to act as the body double to the prince.

He doesn’t think they look similar at all but then the first time he had truly interacted with people outside of the ARK they had all mistaken him for his rival. His rival who is bright blue. A lovely shade of blue, yes, but blue all the same. Sometimes he wonders if the mix-up was deliberate.

Regardless, he accepts the task and learns the role. Supposed similar appearances or not, his behavior and knowledge had to mimic the prince well enough to be passable.

Still. He doesn’t understand why he can wear clothing like a dress but not clothing like gloves. It is so… immodest. Ugh. Prince Mephiles may have been raised by humans but so had Shadow and he at least understood common decency!

It doesn’t help that Sonic of all people shows up.

Ok. So. Not sure what would be more fun:

1] Established Sonadow relationship:

Sonic and Shadow are a couple but the public doesn’t know that because it’s their private lives and they’d like to keep it that way. But then when Shadow has to pretend to be the royal prince of a famous kingdom and Sonic comes swinging by to visit, he naturally flirts with his boyfriend whenever they think they’re alone because it’s probably been awhile and undercover missions take time.

So Shadow’s firmly cemented as Prince Mephiles while the real prince is away at a vacation home or something and Sonic is all up in Shadow’s business. Maybe they’re fight-flirting and taking turns pinning the other against the wall of the empty hallway when one of them knocks over something that makes a soft thud and of course someone goes to investigate.

They’re accidentally spotted while swappin’ spit, maybe someone even scored a sneaky photo of them but only got Shadow’s back and Sonic’s front, and the crowd goes wild! Social media, news outlets, tabloids. Anyone and everyone everywhere starts talking about how the Hero of Mobius (“Hero of Earth” some commenters, presumably human, would argue. A never-ending debate btwn the two species) and Prince Mephiles are not only dating but are undoubtably soon to be engaged!

Sonic shrugs it off. “That's gossip rags for ya. So long as we know it’s not true then what’s the big deal? We could say it’s our big couple reveal if we wanna!”

Shadow and everyone else who’s ever had a life outside running around wherever and whenever they wanted and leaving anarchy in their wake, do not shrug it off.

Basically playing with social consequences of someone as famous as Sonic and someone as high ranking/politically influential as a royal prince (even one not immediate heir to the throne) being mistaken for a couple by the masses.

Sonic would not immediately realize this means civilians AND villains would not only assume Prince Mephiles has emotional significance to him, but would target both of them in diff ways.

The prince’s personal council would see Sonic as a pawn to use in their political games. Get him to marry their prince and that would boost their own power/influence alongside their kingdom. Lots to gain. Like control over others.

Political allies would the see the same. Could either turn them into enemies of Soleanna due to seeing the courtship as a threat to their own power. Soleanna gaining more power would cause a power imbalance amongst their circle of allies and thus threaten that circle’s status quo.

Or the allies could see a way of keeping status quo and/or gaining power by making a point to ‘aide their ally in this endeavor.’ Take credit for getting the two together. Legally binding contracts or whatever.

Enemies or rivals to Soleanna would see the courtship as a threat and would make plans to cripple Soleanna’s budding power. Maybe team up with Soleanna’s resentful and/or nervous political allies to either stop the courtship through legal means. Or through underhanded means like threats of assassination.

Coincidentally, this sudden surge of conflict amongst the collection of kingdoms would really help whoever was targeting Prince Mephiles in the 1st place and the reason why Shadow had to act as a body double at all. They’d absolutely take advantage of the chaos to plan an attack.

Villains like Eggman would see this as a chance to attack Sonic on a personal level. Target the prince and they’ll be getting the upper hand over Sonic emotionally. Supposedly.

Who the heck knows where or what Prince Mephiles is doing. Maybe he returns to the kingdom to try and turn the false courtship into the real one because he sees the value in securing Sonic as a legal partner on a political level. He likes power.

Though it’d be hilarious if he actually develops a crush on Sonic because “What an adorable spitfire. He’ll be a delight to crush beneath my heel.”

Sonic doesn’t realize all this could also affect his boyfriend Shadow.

Legally, Shadow would have to “clean up this mess we've made, Sonic” by awkwardly clarifying to his G.U.N superiors that yes, he is in a romantic relationship with Sonic the Hedgehog and that, no, he had not intended for his personal life to affect his work life especially not while undercover as Prince Mephiles in the Kingdom of Soleanna but that, yes, he would work non-stop to fix this national nightmare they’ve created.

So he’s running around trying to sort this out and stop world leaders from trying to poach his boyfriend while also figuring out how to stop the masses from fueling the fire because “How many copies of this one photo can possibly exist, Omega?”

Emotionally, Shadow is upset that his private life has not only been blasted all over the place but that everyone got his identity wrong. So if he wants to kiss his boyfriend outside of this ridiculous charade then their reputations will be smeared.

Sonic doesn’t care about reputations. But Shadow does. Cue conflict of personal values and the diff btwn ‘stability and right to privacy’ vs ‘freedom and public figures as public property’

If Shadow’s seen as a scandalous, shallow harlot who’s trying seduce the planet’s beloved ‘can-do-no-wrong’ hero away from ‘top-of-the-food-chain’ royal prince then how could he be taken seriously ever again? He has a job to do and no one in a position of power will listen to ‘arm candy!’

Shadow grumbles to himself as his partner oozes his way across his shoulders and down toward the desk where the paperwork he’s working on sits. “You’ve made my job tremendously harder.”

“Sorry.” Sonic cringes where he slumps half-folded like a prickly scarf. The weight of his warmth is nice. “In my defense, neither of us saw this coming. We were careful. Kinda.”

“Clearly not careful enough.”

...

2] Not established Sonadow. Mutual pining but presumed unrequited. One-sided Mephonic.

Could play with Prince Mephiles still living in palace instead of going to a vacation home for whatever reason. Maybe during timeframe of him teaching Shadow the role and having Shadow shadow him to learn subtle nuances like Mephiles’ body language that he himself isn’t aware of? Dunno.

Either way Prince Mephiles sees a cute piece tagging along and flirts with Sonic.

Sonic is very much not into it.

He’s not into it right up until he sees Shadow clenching his jaw in the background and is absolutely delighted by this fact. Perhaps Shadow feels something for him after all? Or maybe he’s just mad Sonic is interfering with his job. Could never tell with him sometimes. Could be both. Hopefully both.

Sonic would very much like his friend to reciprocate his feelings. But since he’s an emotionally constipated idiot with a death wish, Sonic decides to mess with Shadow and see what happens.

Why be direct and honest and painfully vulnerable with such things like feelings when he could just. Not. It’s gotten him this far and it’s worked just fine, after all! Why fix what ain’t broke?

Cue Sonic flirting with the prince. Always watching for Shadow’s reactions instead of Mephiles’.

Checks to see if he ever looks jelly or interested in any way. Maybe Shadow will finally make a move or do something that makes it clear that he wants Sonic to be his romantic partner instead of just an occasional teammate or rival. Something. Anything. Shadow is so chaos-damned hard to read but maybe being in close quarters and flirting up a storm with someone else while he’s standing right there will help Sonic read him better.

This will not end well for anyone. Feelings will definitely be hurt. On all sides. Consequences will ensue.

A prince with too much power will not allow such insult to slide.

Cue Prince Mephiles deciding to retaliate against Sonic because “How dare you play a game only I may play? You are not a player in this game of life and so you shall bow down to me. Your king.”

Or something equally demented where he tries to box Sonic into something bad. Like agreeing to an arranged marriage.

Or to openly support the kingdom in a political way. Like advertising Soleanna’s latest controversial research project or something? Who knows.

Some sort of payback for Sonic having no romantic interest in him despite having the gall to flirt back like he was some commoner of no importance. How dare he!

Maybe Mephiles targets Shadow as a way to lash out against Sonic? Either way he’d antagonize Shadow because:

1st] He delights in spreading misery. Fanning Shadow’s jealousy is a fun pastime.

2nd] Sonic is a villain who fancies himself a hero. How dare he not be sincerely enamored with Mephiles! It was one thing when that playboy played the game to rile that boorish stunt double. It was another when he realized the jerk only played because of genuine interest in that stunt double. How dare!

3rd] Mephiles shall not be used like a mere pawn! He is the prince. Only he can use people and throw them away.

There's so many ways for this Body Double to roll!

#Sonadow #Mephonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Shadow the Hedgehog #Mephiles the Dark #Sonic #Shadow #Mephiles

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heartfulselkie · 11 months

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Love Letters too?

So this is an idea that's been sitting in the back of my mind for a long time and I got to thinking about it again recently thanks to discord conversations.

This AU comes from me thinking about this concept art and some discussion about it that was floating around awhile back.

Basic premise is that this is a non-Miraculous AU Adrien and Felix are twins. Felix is more or less the same as he is in canon except he obviously lives in Paris and attends the same school as the Miracuclass.

However in this AU Adrien has never gone to public school because of a disability/often poor health. (I'm still trying to decide what exactly but I've been considering chronic fatigue/balance problems.) Because of this, he's homeschooled and housebound a lot of the time unless he's doing photoshoots etc. because Gabriel is still worst parent to ever parent.

Through some shenanigans (and Felix's reluctant involvement) Adrien and Marinette become anonymous pen pals. Even though they don't know the face behind the letters they receive, they become very attached to each other through those letters.

Here's a little snippet from my drabbles:

With the envelopes safely in hand though, Adrien could now take his time in appreciating them. He smiled as his thumb traced over the embossed shape of a sticker. It was how she sealed them. A cute sticker to hold the envelope closed, which he would then meticulously open again so that the stick would remain intact. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the envelopes in hand, reminding himself of which particular decorative seal they had. One had a pink flower, another had a peach coloured macaroon and the last had a little black cat face. He chuckled at the cat in particular, because he suspected that it hadn’t always been black but had in fact been coloured in by her. He would read each letter in turn, but it was that one he went for first. Cher Chaton, The suggestions you made to my latest project were just what I needed. You were right for me to need to step back and look at it with a fresh eye. I finally figured out where I was going wrong and now the dress is finally coming together! And I know you suggested green (yes I got your hints about it being one of your favourite colours) but I think lime green would be a bit too much. But don't worry Minou, I still listened to you. Green makes an excellent accent colour with black after all. Adrien smile grew as he continued to read through the letter. Her writing, while a little bit smudged and wobbly in places, was so precise in its detail and description that he could easily imagine the dress she'd been toiling over for the better part of a month now. It helped that he knew what a mermaid skirt was or a Peter Pan collar was, but even so he could visualise her delicate fingers meticulously sewing the fabric together.

I've spoken about this AU before, but it has has gone through a lot of shifts and changes sicne then. Mainly I've been reconsidering if I want it to be a non-Miraculous AU or not, because keeping the kwamis and miraculous involved does open up for more love square fun.

There was also a number of ideas the I lifted from my original concept for this AU and transferred to one of my other fics, since that fic gave way more space and scope for those ideas to work.

Sadly this fic just hasn't taken a forward spot in my active WiP rotation. I do really want to write it, but I want to make sure I do a fair job depicting Adrien's disability and struggles. Something like that just takes time and research (such as making sure that whatever disability I give him works narratively among other things) and I'd hate to do it poorly.

Ask Game

#opakitty #ask game #ask selkie

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elfchensdcartblog · 9 months

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Special Summer Vacation (7)

For the HeiZuhaWeek on @heizuhaevents Day 7!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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It was one of those street festivals that took place in Japan in the summer. The girls loved to dress up in their best yukatas just for these festivals and stroll through the stands with friends or even their crushes to watch the big fireworks at the end.

Right through this bunch of couples and giggling girls, a 17-year-old high school detective was dragged by his best friend, wearing his baseball cap backwards on his head and a summery shirt. The brunette, who was holding him by the wrist so as not to lose him in the scrum, was dressed in a beautiful yellow kimono with pink patterns and an equally pink obi. She wore her hair today not in a sporty ponytail, but in an elaborate upswept hairstyle.

She kept almost tripping over her sandals, which she just wasn't used to. And a small stubborn strand had been finding its way onto her cheek all evening, only to be once again relegated to its place behind her left ear with a fleeting wave of her hand. Just like now, when they came to a stop in front of a stand where one could fish small balloons out of the water with a fishing rod. "Look, Heiji, let's do this!" A pair of emerald eyes looked at him enthusiastically. The addressed one scowled a little. "We're getting too old for this. It's no longer a challenge!" He could see directly how the face of his best friend darkened. "Shall I remind the adult who kept me waiting for three hours yesterday?" "It's yer own fault if ya don't remind me sooner!" "Jeez, Heiji! I called ya an hour before!!!" "A lot can happen in an hour!" For example, a murder. "Besides, I didn't answer the phone!" "Yes, you've had already noticed that you've forgotten me!" Heiji didn't want to take this lying down, but a clearing of the throat abruptly stopped the argument between the two sandpit friends and they looked over to the source. The stand owner, including the current customers, apparently felt disturbed by the two brawlers and made it clear to them with their looks that they were no longer wanted here. Wonderful, so he would at least escape this stupid game!

With cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the two high school students walked on, strolling along the other booths that offered everything from food to gift items to mini-games.

Heiji finally raised his arm and glanced at his wristwatch. In half an hour, the fireworks would already begin. By then, they should have secured good seats. Without further ado, he stopped at a stand selling fresh takoyaki balls. Kazuha stopped next to him. "What's the point now, Heiji?" she whined. Heiji looked at her a bit miffed. "Ya think I want to starve while ya eat yer way through at my expense? So tell me if ya want some too, or just wait." "Ahou! Of course I want some too!", she murmured a little more reservedly.

So Heiji bought two portions of the delicious squid balls from the man and passed one directly to his friend. Silently they walked side by side, while after extensive blowing one takoyaki ball after the other found its way into their mouths. From time to time, they stopped briefly at one of the stalls, but there was not nearly enough time to take a closer look at all of them.

Slowly they reached the destination of their today's excursion, a small dike at a canal. The fireworks would take place above the canal, so they would have a good view of the show from here. They looked for a free spot and lined up next to each other with a tense look towards the sky. "Actually, it's the same fireworks every year…" "But it's become a tradition, hasn't it?" "It could also become a tradition that I eat Takoyaki every day!" "Man, you're a big chunk." "Better than kitschy." "If ya eat so many takoyaki, you'll soon like a black octopus yourself!" Kazuha puffed out her cheeks and made him imagine what he would look like then. "Bl-black octopus?!" At first Heiji wanted to retort something quick-witted, but he already had to suppress a laugh. "You'd be a much more authentic octopus!" he snorted, whereupon she began to laugh as well.

Suddenly there was a bang in the sky and everyone's eyes - including those of the two sandpit friends - lifted to the sky. The starting signal for the fireworks had been given.

At first there was just a bit of preliminary banter, as you might expect, it was pretty much the same as every year. But for his best friend, the high school detective would continue this silly tradition every year. Until she got tired of it. Of course, he would never admit that though!

Heiji continued to watch the lights in the sky, but at some point he squinted out of the corner of his eye at Kazuha next to him. Her gaze was fixed on the sky, and each flash of light created a play of colors on her face that was also reflected in her eyes. A slight glow of red settled on the student detective's cheeks. How he would love to just tell her what was bothering him all the time, what he always wanted to tell her. But it never worked out and it annoyed him that he couldn't even say it.

Briefly, his eyes closed and when he opened them again, they were again directed to the sky, where the fireworks slowly picked up speed towards their climax. The noise was so great that one would not even understand his own word. Perhaps this was the reason why his lips began to move by themselves. He didn't even hear himself what exactly he was saying, it wasn't always just friendly, yet exactly what he thought of the brunette next to him.

All the things he found annoying about her, that he would love to shoot her to the moon because of them, and all the things he liked about her so much that he would sorely miss them if she was no longer by his side.

Gently, the back of his hand collided with that of his best friend next to him, a light touch that sent a slight jolt of electricity through him, causing him to pull his hand back and scratch his neck in embarrassment.

~*~

Unnoticed by him and his still-running monologue, muted by the fireworks, Kazuha's green eyes abruptly turned to him as she felt the back of his hand against hers. Like fireworks, it had passed through her, a shallow touch, as if he were taking her hand. But he had withdrawn his hand and disappointment spread through her, as her expectation had been a different one - an unlikely, yet desirable one.

To her surprise, however, she could see his lips moving, but she did not understand a word. Did he want her to understand his words? Perhaps she should point out to that fool that he could not be understood through the fireworks.

The light from the fireworks colored his face in a variety of colors, but apparently the student detective wasn't really paying attention to it. He was far too busy with his monologue. A circumstance that made Kazuha look a little skeptical, when suddenly the fireworks fell silent for a moment - a dramaturgical pause. "…and all I want to do all this time is just tell you that I love you!" his voice cut through the pause in the fireworks before a bang ended the pause again.

And like a shock at this bang, two pairs of eyes widened in shock at once. Kazuha stared stunned at Heiji at her side, cheeks flushed and burning with heat. Had he really just said that!? But he continued to stare up at the fireworks, not giving them a glance. Nevertheless, his eyes, like hers, were dilated with surprise….

~*~

Silence reigned between them.

Except for a few mumbled words, nothing more had come out of the high school student's mouth. Only enough that they managed not to get lost on their way down from the summer festival.

He was too embarrassed by the situation. His cheeks still burned with shame and he hadn't even turned his gaze to the brunette at his side since this mishap had happened to him. Just when he didn't expect her to hear! What kind of a crazy world was this, where he was straining to make her the perfect confession of love and just when he didn't plan it, it all comes out?!

Kazuha had not spoken to him about it either, perhaps she had not heard anything or even thought that it had not come from him. Or maybe she thought he had said something else. His head was smoking with jumbled thoughts, unable to put them into any meaningful context. His mood was at a low point right now anyway, and he would be happy if he could just let this evening end chilled in front of the TV.

The farther they got from the festival, the quieter the music and voices became, and the more silence pushed its way to the forefront, interspersed with the clacking sounds of Kazuha's sandals and his shuffling sneaker steps.

~*~

The girl in the kimono next to Heiji was busy with her own world of thoughts during the continuing silence. Had she really heard that earlier? Had Heiji really said those words? Were they meant for her?

They had hardly spoken a word to each other since the situation, and he didn't even look at her. Just like he was known to do when he was miffed. But much more than that, he seemed embarrassed. She didn't understand the world anymore, it had been the words she had always hoped, dreamed of, from him and now there was such a strange silence between them.

It didn't suit them at all, but at the same time, maybe they both didn't know how to deal with the situation. It certainly wasn't any better if she didn't react to it at all now.

Maybe he was even waiting for a reaction from her.

Nevertheless, she did not know yet for sure whether it had been really meant for her ears and she decided to approach simply cautiously. It was convenient for her that he had only one hand in his pocket and the other hung loosely next to his body, while he walked next to her.

Very slowly and tentatively, she reached for his hand. A tingling sensation gripped the sensitive skin of her palm as she clasped his hand with hers. With reddened cheeks, she didn't even dare look up at him to observe the reaction.

But the answer came even so, nonverbally, as his fingers intertwined with hers after a moment's hesitation. Kazuha raised her eyes to her best friend, but he had pulled his cap into his face. Only vaguely could a dark red glow be seen on his ears, which extended to his face. An understanding smile settled on her lips as she whispered, "Me too, Heiji…"

end.

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That was a busy week! I wasn't taking it too seriously to finish a piece for every day... But I had so much fun!

This last story was lying around unfinished for years and I decided, it would now fit perfectly into this week!

I hope you had fun!

#heizuhaweek #heizuhaweek2023 #heiji hattori #kazuha toyama #dcmk #heiji x kazuha

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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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Dress your Livestock game:

Since you have so many livestock to take care of, I am going to give you some outfits and you are to choose for whom they would fit best:

(1) a little black dress (revealing)

(2) a gothic dress (of your choice)

(3) formal channel suit (pinkish or blueish; specify)

(4) Anne Boleyn dress

(5) male suit (like you have for a female livestock)

(6) Lolita dress

(7) formal kimono

One outfit, one livestock.

Because I am very curious!!!

“So many livestock to take care of…? What on earth are you talking about? Oi, don’t just leave all these resplendent garments on my doorstep. I have no use for—“

Before he could finish speaking, Ruki found himself alone with one scanty yet silky smooth little black dress, two midnight onyx gothic dresses, three tweed Chanel suits (two in pale pink, one in baby blue), four Anne Boleyn dresses that spilled onto the floor when removed from the packaging, five extravagant suits of a masculine style, six pastel-colored lolita dresses, and seven unisex formal kimonos, all adorned with ornate patterns and shapes.

“Good grief… I don’t have the time, space, nor patience for this. Though I already have ideas of who to assign each outfit to. Yes, these shall suit them quite nicely… If they are so willing to don such unusual attire, that is. I suppose a master must reward his livestock every now and then.”

First, the Vampire examined the little black dress, stunningly beautiful despite not leaving much to the imagination.

“Ah, this dress doesn’t reveal the stomach at least. In that case, it’s perfect for Irina ( @iricathel ). While it’s not modest in the chest area, it would suit her hourglass figure to a T.”

Second came the two gothic dresses, the color of umbral shadow much like the previous garment.

“Hm… I always see him crossdressing. In fact, this seems to be right up Lukas’ ( @princesscrownprince ) alley. It wouldn’t be his first choice, sure, but something tells me he won’t ever quiet down over receiving an unsolicited gift from me. Well, no matter. I’ll gladly give this to him.”

A redheaded Ghoul who often wore Victorian style clothing came to mind with the other gothic dress.

“It’s rare for me to gift anything to Scarlett ( @kindan-no-kanojo ), but I get the feeling she would not only appreciate this dress, but also look marvelous in it as well. The lack of hue contrasts immaculately with her vivid red hair.”

Third came the formal Chanel suits. A stubborn yet resolute girl bearing the mark of a crown and his benefactor’s initial came to mind for the blue one in particular.

“How appropriate for a student council president. I ought to give this to Caria ( @cursed--requiem ). Surely she can’t refuse such sophisticated garb.”

After remembering a ball with the half-Vibora half-Founder, it became clear to Ruki who should don one of the pink suits.

“Ah, Aleksi ( @besnella )… This pink suit would complement her auburn locks perfectly. She seems like a very determined woman despite our short time acquainting ourselves with one another, but I’d certainly like to see her wear this.”

One pink suit remained. A diligent Vampire who refused to prey on innocence surfaced in his thoughts.

“Somehow this outfit looks like it belongs in Maria’s ( @veiledsagacity ) wardrobe. It undoubtedly gives off an educated and reserved vibe. Come to think of it, I haven’t asked her for her date of birth, yet she gifted me presents for my own birthday. I hope she will appreciate the gesture in return.”

Next, Ruki took out the Anne Boleyn dresses, pondering to himself who should accept such intricately designed clothing reminiscent of eras past. A lavender-haired Witch immediately came to mind.

“Josephine ( @thatonefrenchwitch ) would look utterly remarkable in this dress. I can already picture her long hair cascading over such lustrous fabric. Heh, she’d truly look like a Witch wearing this. I truly can’t wait to see it.”

Then a certain blonde came to mind, one with a penchant for fashion.

“Ah, it may not be her style per se, but Serena ( @serenaleblanc ) would look absolutely breathtaking if she were to don this dress. Perhaps she can even appraise the worth of such mysterious clothing as well, given her talents.”

Visions of a cheeky bandaged girl wearing one of the Anne Boleyn dresses swirled in his imagination.

“Indeed, Shoma ( @komori--shoma ) might not be opposed to wearing this. I’m certain she’d appear bewitching, wearing such vibrant colors against her alabaster hair and complexion.”

Last but not least, Ruki considered his benefactor’s very own daughter.

“There is no dress out of this selection more appropriate for the daughter of Karlheinz-sama. Yes, Yuuko ( @sakamaki--yuuko ) wouldn’t oppose to wearing this, especially when she’d look like a princess straight from a fable.”

Drastically different from the other selections, the Vampire then averted his gaze to the five suits. He set aside three for his brothers, leaving two left for a generous gift. The taciturn yet intellectual classmate and companion from the academy could use formal attire, or so Ruki surmised.

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Virek ( @crimson-mayhem ) wear anything quite as dignified as this. I do look forward to his reaction when I give this suit to him… Perhaps he’ll utter a word or two and nothing more, but what matters is that he wears it in the end.”

Then his much adored bounty hunter came to mind. Indeed, Ruki looked forward to seeing the half-Founder wear extravagant attire as if they were attending a grand event under cover together.

“Ah, Mystic ( @mino-diabolik )… You would look even more ravishing than you already do in this suit. It’s not often that I give him any sort of tangible gift, but I do hope he appreciates it nonetheless.”

Nearing the bottom of the abundance of clothes, Ruki directed his attention towards the delicately adorned lolita dresses. The girl who supposedly respected his benefactor just as much, if not more than he did very clearly had a penchant for this type of garb. A smile rose on his lips after realizing the heaven-made match.

“Nunnally ( @lured-into-wonderland ) is wearing this—no ifs, ands, or buts about it. It’s an order she cannot refuse, not that I believe she would anyway. It would appear wondrous on her.”

The elven maid surfaced in his thoughts as well. A promising reward for one so steadfast.

“This would compliment Estella’s ( @yourlocaltea ) silver hair with the utmost pulchritude. It may be a bit childish for her but regardless I believe she should wear other clothes aside from her servant attire.”

Next, an ostensibly cheerful sacrifice came to mind.

“Honestly, it’s difficult for me to imagine Sunny ( @sunny-flower-spot ) wearing such an elaborate dress, but it’s equally as bright and light-hearted as her. I’m sure it’s in her nature to try new things every now and then.”

And how could he forget the obnoxious pink-haired shapeshifter?

“Ah, Metsu ( @metsu-san )… This lolita dress looks a bit fancy for her liking, and knowing her she might ruin it somehow, but it’s better to give her this than any of the other options.”

Furthermore, the aspiring dance instructor also looked like a suitable fit for the lolita attire.

“Fiona ( @misslittlefounder ) should wear this. The many ruffles and bows are a tad feminine but nonetheless I can see her donning the dress with aplomb.”

Unlike the previous girls, a woman with a more dark and defiant aesthetic to her arose in his vision.

“How ironic would it be to give such a pastel dress to Kira ( @yourlocaltea ), of all people? I’d be humored to see that.”

Finally, only the fancy kimonos required recipients at this point. The Vampire rummaged through the deluxe clothing and textiles, vacillating between options on the fortune person who would wear the spectacular garb, impressive enough to strike inspiration in all who laid eyes upon it. Specifically a deft and beloved painter.

“I’m certainly no artist, but not even the most skilled in the world could capture Ellen’s ( @ana-darkcloud ) beauty if they were to wear this kimono. I should give it to them posthaste.”

Idols would often model these traditional outfits in spirit of the festivals that took place in Japan, however, knowing that Kuron took on both the role of idol and teacher, Ruki surmised a summer festival would be just what he needed to reserve a day of respite to himself.

“This kimono would suit Kuron ( @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat ) splendidly indeed. I know he most likely already has his own, but I’m hoping he will at least accept this as a token of my gratitude.”

Speaking of which, students would frequent such events as well. Including a particular girl from the academy, or so the Vampire thought.

“Angelica ( @dialovers-angelica ) might not have a proper kimono for this summer after all. Last time I checked, her family isn’t exactly affluent and the garments tend to be expensive. Therefore, she ought to be impressed with this formal wear. I wonder if she has ever worn one so elegant.”

While Ruki still didn’t know Nami Arisu all that well yet, he hoped to close the distance between them and use an opportune moment where they could both go outdoors in their kimono to better acquaint themselves with one another.

“Hm… That girl from the academy would look charming in a formal kimono. She seemed interested in my cooking and the books I’ve read, so perhaps Nami ( @sunturbogel ) might appreciate this gift from me as well.”

Although she was far from mortal, Ruki considered giving a kimono to his coveted acquaintance who also attended the academy. Cyra Abbas, a woman who, unbeknownst to the Vampire, lived on this earth far longer than he could’ve imagined.

“I realize that Cyra ( @cyra-abbas ) usually sticks to her white and gold aesthetic, but I do think that a formal kimono such as this would bring out her beauty so effortlessly. Perhaps her and I can explore the festivities in Japan and indulge in all the local cuisine.”

Daughter of Beatrix and Karlheinz, he determined Ayame Sakamaki would radiate an unforeseen glory donning such a cultural symbol.

“Ayame ( @sakamakiayame ) most likely hasn’t experienced too many opportunities to wear this exquisite garb. It’s time we change that.”

Once again, last but not least, his dear fallen seraph sprung to mind. Perhaps incisions could be made in the fabric to accommodate for their wings, but Ruki longed to see his beloved Azazel don an extravagant look, perhaps one that might temporarily distract them from the recent inner turmoil of a shattering halo and contemplations of the afterlife.

“This array of rich patterns and honored craftsmanship looks like the type of attire Azazel ( @ana-darkcloud ) might adore. I’d love to see my dear angel wear it.”

After deciding who would obtain which clothing, the Vampire sighed in exhaustion, preparing the garments for their proper imparting. Just observing all the various textiles in their lavish details down to every delicate thread encouraged Ruki to wear a sumptuous ensemble of his own. A suit as dark as his own cinereous black strands and a tie ivory as his fangs.

“With this, everything is ready.”

🧩 DISCLAIMER: THE AU’S ARE STILL SEPARATE. I JUST COULDN’T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO DISCUSS ALL OF THEM IN ONE GO WITH EVERYTHING STILL MAKING SENSE 😭 but I promise there is no infidelity happening here. This isn’t a harem Rooks scenario. Anyway, I apologize for any unwanted tags but I also wanted to find a loophole that would allow me to include more than just seven OCs. Feel free to reply if you want but omg I might end up typing starters for each person mentioned with the outfit they are receiving… Who knows. We’ll see if my motivation permits me to do so, ahaha. In any event, I thought this was such a cute idea. I’d love more asks like this in the future honestly. 🏃‍♀️ 🧩

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #dress up game #the admin speaks #(( yeah i am not even going to try to tag each character here. ))

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jordancallowayswife · 9 months

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Date night🍷(KhalilxReader)

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Requested: ❌

Characters: khalil, y/n,

Story type: y/n story (part two)

Warnings or triggers: none (there will be some fluff and some nicknames like princess, babygirl, etc. but that's it)

Enjoy the story!

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Khalils pov:

It's been about one month since I asked y/n to be my girlfriend and honestly, it's the best decision I've ever made. I've been thinking of taking her on a date but I don't want to rush things. I want my babygirl to be as comfortable as possible. She deserves the world and I'm going to make sure she gets it. I thought of an idea and immediately picked up my phone.

Conversation with y/n👇🏾

Me: Goodmorning princess☀️

Y/n: Goodmorning my love, how are you?

Me: Im doing good how about you?

Y/n: Im doing well 😌

Me: Can i ask you something baby?

Y/n: yeah sure

Me: Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?

Y/n: yes baby id love to go on a date with you🥰

Me: alright I'll be there at 8 to pick you up

Y/n: i can't wait to see you😘

Me: i can't wait yo see you either my princess

Me: look in your room and you should see everything you need to get ready for our date ;)

Y/n Pov:

I looked around my room noticing three things: A glittery red dress, Golden earrings and a necklace with me and Khalil's itnitials on it. I got took a shower, got ready, and did my makeup.

~time skip( 7:30pm)~

I sprayed some perfume on and walked out the door. When I looked up, I noticed Khalil standing outside of a black limo. He had on a black tux with a red handkerchief that matched my dress. He also had on a gold watch and a fresh haircut. "Ready to head out princess?" Khalil said staring you down. "Yes my love" I replied getting into the car as Khalil opened the door for me.

Khalil pov:

As we were on the way to our destination, Y/n's beauty had me in a trance. With or without makeup she looked like a literal goddess. I grabbed the pink and red roses and handed them to y/n. "Awww that's so sweet of you khalil" she said smiling while smelling her flowers. The moonlight shined and glistened over her skin. "We're here" the driver said. I got out of the limo and went around y/n's side to help her out of the car.

Y/n pov:

Me and Khalil walked into the lavish restaurant and the waitress quickly sat us at a table. I ordered salmon and khalil ordered a steak. The waitress brought us our drinks and I noticed her trying to flirt with khalil. Khalil simply shrugged it off not paying her any attention. His eyes were so focused on me he didn't notice the waitress's antics.

~time skip~

Khalil was getting ready to pay so we could leave. The waitress handed him the ticket. "Y'all are good to go. Hope to see you here again" she said smiling at khalil and side eyeing you. You picked up the ticket and noticed she had written her number on there. *two can play that game* I thought. I wrote something back on the ticket and called her over. "Excuse me ma'am you left your tip" I said fake smiling at her and handing her the ticket. The ticket reads as follows:

I Don’t think he's into you. Besides, clowns work at the circus not restaurants. (P.s. Im pretty

Sure they'll be quick to hire you. who knows maybe you can be pennywise he's your twin after all :)

The waitress stormed off and you smirked at her as you and khalil headed out the door.

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Hope you enjoyed this imagine!

Excuse any errors and thanks for reading🫶🏾🤍

#black lightning #jordan calloway #khalil payne #date ideas #first date #fontaine #they cloned tyrone #michael b jordan #boyxgirl #black panther #namor x shuri #princess shuri

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Chapter 15

Let's Play a Game

The Vibe:

Frank Ocean - Pink + White

*Knock Knock*

"She's here!" I say to Namor as I jump out of his lap from the couch.

Not having any clothes here for Namor to wear out was an easy fix; the great thing about living in New York is that you can get just about anything delivered. I ordered him a black button-down, grey slacks, and paired them with brown dress shoes.

Opening the door, I see a beautiful young woman at the door holding a bag of clothes from Express, "Millie Parker?" She asks smiling at me with a bit of a blush. I notice her looking me up and down; I'm still just wearing my white silk robe and it doesn't leave much for the imagination

"Yes, ma'am," I say taking the bag from her and handing her a tip, "Thank you so much!"

"No problem," She says, "You are very beautiful"

Before I could thank her for the compliment I feel Namor behind me gently wrapping his arms around my waist; quietly telling the woman I'm taken, "Thank you hun, you're beautiful too" I say smiling back.

I see her grab a pen and write something on the receipt before she hands it to me lightly brushing my hand, "here's your receipt. Have a great night" She says winking at Namor then leaving.

I close the door while reading the note

'Call me :) XXX-XXX-XXXX'

"looks like we just got asked out, " I say showing Namor the note

"Hmm," he says, "I'm not opposed to the idea," He says kissing my neck and sliding a hand down my robe groping my breasts, "I'd like to watch" he whispers in my ear

"Typical man" I laugh and roll my eyes

Pocketing this for later hehe

"Here," I say holding out the bag for him to take, "Come on let's go get dressed"

We go to my room and get dressed for the night; he finishes before me and sits on the bed while reading an old magazine of mine.

Tonight I decided to wear a black leather almost mini skirt and a red laced bralette top that hugged my breasts and expose my stomach; topped off with a pair of black knee-high heels and a golden choker to accentuate my neck. I don't go crazy on makeup today, just a little eyeliner, mascara, and gold eyeshadow in the corner of my eye as well as some red lip gloss.

I grab some lotion and step out into my room looking at myself in my full-body mirror making sure everything looks good, "Can you rub some of this on my back pleaseeee?" I asked holding out the lotion toward Namor.

He looks up from what he was reading and I swear in .02 of a second his face went from relaxed and innocent to stressed and sinful. He tosses the magazine on the bed and walks to me taking the lotion from my hand, "Turn around" he firmly commands

I do as he asks and watches him through the mirror; he squeezes some lotion in his hands and gives me the bottle. Starting with my shoulders and working his way down my back he massaged the lotion through, even going under my bralette, doing a thorough job. He continued to massage my back rubbing out a few knots from stress; the moment was incredibly intimate. I could see on his face that he was holding back from taking me right here.

Hehe, I knew this outfit would get me in some trouble ;)

When he finishes with my back I turn to him, "Thank you my love" I smile

"I'm not done yet," he says, "turn back around please" he softly asks while taking the lotion back from my hand. I do as he says, curious to see where this goes; I continue to watch him through the mirror. Namor bends down to his knees so he was at eye level with my ass. He takes some more lotion and begins to rub my thighs only stopping to lightly lift my skirt so he could massage my ass. I suddenly started to feel really warm and flushed, he was giving me butterflies. Gently I feel him nudge me at my legs wanting me to turn and face him.

I decide to turn around slowly, wanting to give him a little show. Finally facing him I take my heeled foot and graze his inner thigh, "You enjoying yourself?"

"I am," he says looking up at me taking my leg, and begins to kiss up my thigh

I have a fun little idea

"Do you think I look good Namor?" I ask faking innocence

"I think you look breathtaking," he says between Kisses, "And I think I will not last a full night out if you wear something like this." He says looking up at me still kissing my thighs, inching closer and closer to my core.

"That was the point." I laugh and take my foot placing it on his chest and push him back a little, "Let's play a game"

He rubs my thigh contemplating for a moment, "I'm listening"

"I'm curious how long you'd last before ripping my clothes off tonight. So, if you be on your best behavior tonight until we get home you can do whatever you want to me. If not, you can't touch me for a week"

"A Week?" he says kind of distressed

"Mhmm," I say, "You don't have to do this but..." I say taking my heel and gently lifting his chin "Imagine how good it would feel if you win; or how even better it would feel if you lost. What do you say?"

I can see his eyes darken a bit as he contemplates, "Fine, I'll play along, but only if we start after I taste you."

"Deal," I say smiling back at him

He smiles, "Lean back"

I do as he says and lean back on the wall; he approaches me and begins to pull down my thong with his teeth. Before he could go any further I got a call from a good friend, "I'll call her back" I say

"Answer it," he says as he spreads my legs

Oh he freaky, freaky

I lean my head back on the wall and answer my phone, "Hey Karen, what's up?"

"Hey, girl! The guys and I are getting together for a couple of drinks, you should come."

"Umm," I say trying to process what she just said. Namor is really doing his best work eating me out right now. He has my leg over his shoulder, with my thong hanging from my ankle, and my skirt fully lifted; rubbing my clit while tongue fucking me, making it extremely hard to focus, " Yea um, My boyfriend is with me and we had other plans. Can I talk to him first ?"

"Oh no, you're not with bucky are you?" She asks concerned

I hold the phone away from my ear so I can softly moan without her hearing me, "Fuck" I whisper to myself bringing the phone back to my ear, "No no. Um, I have a lot to fill you in on" I say not wanting to say anything further before talking to Namor first.

What do we tell people?

"Oh okay. Well, I'll send you the address to the bar in case you decide to come, bring the new beaux! I hope you can at least stop by I miss you."

"I miss you too!" I say kinda rushed, "Okay hun I got to go, I love you byeee" I say hanging up and throwing my phone on the bed, "Fuck" I moan out as I grab Namor by the hair holding him in place, "Right there"

I'm so close to finishing when Namor decides to stop and put my leg down, taking my thong and putting it in his pocket, "I'll be keeping these for the night" he says standing up and moving so close to me but stops and leaves an inch of room between us. Without breaking eye contact he pulls my skirt back down in place and smooths off any wrinkles, "I like playing games too" he says teasing me

"Oh, it's on. You will eat your words" I say snaking my hand down his leg and firmly grabbing his dick through his pants before I walk away grabbing my long black coat on the way out of my room, "Come on let's go"

"As you wish Ki'ichpan," he says proudly of himself

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The Vibe:

Anything You Want Me To

We roamed the busy city grabbing street food as we walked around seeing the sites. Eventually, I decide to take him to my job; I work at the American Museum of Natural History. I figure it would be cool to show him where I work. We're walking through the entrance with masses of people around us. I see Namor looking a little overwhelmed with all the people so I take his hand and drag him to a side entrance so we can use the employee wing. I go up to the panel and use my key card to scan in and open the door quickly pulling him through and closing it behind us, successfully separating us from the loud crowd "Better?" I ask him

"Much. Thank you." He smiles "So you work here?"

"I do," I say plainly, holding his hand and as we begin to walk

"You don't sound happy about it" he chuckles

"Ugh, it's complicated ya know? Many museums have legacies rooted in colonialism; their collections were from wealthy donors who benefited from empires or war criminals who stole from countries who couldn't defend themselves." I sigh, "I can't tell you how many times I have stopped myself from using my powers to steal back everything, and return them to their people which would undoubtedly start a war. If I work here, then at least I know I can take care of these artifacts and they're in good hands." I pause, "God, I'm sorry that was a lot"

"No, I like to hear your passions. What exactly do you do?"

"I'm one of the curators here, so I oversee museum collections by managing the acquisition, preservation, and display of the artifacts. I sometimes do seminars, lots of research, or public service activities of the institution." I lightly laugh, "I would be lying though if I said I didn't enjoy it. Being able to get paid to learn and travel is great and watching the kid's reactions to our exhibits, fills my cup."

"You'll be a great mother," He says so matter of fact

"Oh hush" I laugh, "Come on future baby daddy, I wanna show you the 'Hall of Mexico and Central America'. This exhibit is closed so we'll be the only ones here." I say pulling him through another door, "This is one of my favorite spots. From the richly woven textiles to the stunning silver figurines made by the Inka, all works of exquisite craftsmanship are in this gallery. This Hall features the art, tools, and technologies of pre-Columbian cultures in South America. You'll also find artifacts from Mesoamerican cultures including the Maya, Olmec, Aztec, and others in this hall dedicated to the archaeology of Mexico and Central America as well as exhibits about the traditional cultures of modern Amazonia." I say fast almost running out of breath, "You know you gotta stop me or I'll continue to assault you with all of my knowledge" I joke

"I love you" Namor speaks up causing me to look him in the eye "I know we are taking our time, but I cannot wait to marry you," He says pulling me into a quick loving kiss, "Go on show me more"

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We spent almost 2 hours walking around and talking, I showed him the rest of my favorite exhibits giving him a personal tour of the place. It was a cute little date night.

As we were leaving the building I received a text from Karen:

520 E 6th St, New York, NY 10009

Here's the address to Josie's bar!

I hope you can make it.

9:45 pm

This is Foggy. Get your ass over here and bring the boy. ILY <3

9:46 pm

"Hey, how social are you feeling?" I ask as we walk

"The nights still young; what did you have in mind?"

"A couple of my friends are wanting to get drinks, are you up for meeting them?"

"Of course," he says smiling at me

"Great!"

I text Karen Back:

Be there in 15 :)

9:50 pm

"Okay, this should be fun," I say excitedly, "So what do you want me to say to people about you? Like your name and where you're from. What's your cover story?" I joke

"Hmmm, My name is Namor Huerta, I'm a historian visiting you from the Yucatan Peninsula; we met through your work. How does that sound?" He replies

"Sounds perfect to me, fair warning though, they were in law and will know you are lying BUT, they won't question it."

"Why won't they?"

"They've been involved in superhuman work too, so they get the secrecy," I say then whistling to call a taxi, "I didn't bring my sling ring, so we'll have to travel like peasants" I laugh as the taxi pulls up. We get in and I tell the driver to take us to our destination and help Namor Buckle up, I'm like 99% sure he's never been in a car

Little lost puppy

"You okay?" I ask holding his hand

"I'm great," he says smiling back and squeezing my hand, "is there anything else I should know about your friends?"

"Nothing really, Matt and Foggy are lawyers with their own firm, I should mention that Matt is blind," I say leaving out that he is also Daredevil.

Not my secret to tell

"Karen is a journalist, and they all know about my powers. That's really about it" I pause remembering a significant detail

Fuck

"There is one thing you should know," I say nervously laughing, "Matt and I are, how did you put it, familiar "

"Familiar" he repeats

I clear my throat, "Yes," I say beginning to sweat, "It wasn't really serious, just mostly sex. We work way better as friends"

"Mhm" Namor just responds, not letting on what he's thinking, " I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. But, you have a had a whole life before me and it's not my place to be upset," he says trying to be very supportive

"Are you convincing me or yourself?" I laugh

"Still trying to figure that out"

"This is going to be a fun night," I say laughing and leaning into his ear. "Are you going to be on your best behavior?" I whisper sliding my hand into his shirt and playing with his chest.

"We'll see," he says a little strained, "If you don't stop teasing me, I'll end this game now"

I laugh pulling away, "Okay grumpy pants"

10 min later we pull up in front of Josie's; I pay the driver as we get out of the car headed towards the entrance. Namor opens the door for me allowing me to go in first; stepping through he takes my hand and kisses it, once again subtly marking his territory to the surrounding patrons, "I love you" he quietly mouths to me making my heart skip a beat. Lost in the moment we both didn't realize that Karen was walking towards us.

"You made it!" She yells hugging me, "And you brought the boy!" She says waving to Namor, "Come on our table is in the back, it's quieter there"

Still holding hands we follow Karen to our table, where we find Foggy, and Matt.

"Look what the cat dragged in" Foggy Says

"Hey Foggy!" I say to him then looking to Matt, "Good to see you, Matty"

"Millie" He smiles, "Who's the friend?" gesturing his hand to Namor

"This is my boyfriend Namor everyone. Namor this is Karen, Foggy, and Matt"

"Nice to meet you all," he says politely

"Have a seat y'all" Karen says getting into her seat

Namor helps me take off my coat placing it behind the chair, pulling it out for me to sit, and sitting in the seat beside me.

"So how'd you guys meet," Karen says before sipping her beer.

"Through work" I respond

"And what is it you do Namor?" Matt asks

"I'm a historian at the Mayan World Museum of Mérida," he says without skipping a beat

Oh he's good

I place a supportive hand on Namor's leg and raise my other for the passing bartender, "Can we get 2 coronas and lime? And Keep them coming please."

Gonna be a long night.

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euphorianyx · 2 years

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DADDY ISSUES [DAWN] -8-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut / Intriguing / Violent / Soapy / Fluff / Angst | +18 | Summary: You believe you know someone you live together but that only counts if they are true to themselves. Can love really change someone or do they just hold back? What if you are yet to meet the dark side? Will you stay to handle all that or will you walk away? When there is something you have to protect, the choice is not really yours so you just do what you think is the best. ⟪A/N: Please do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated. ⟫ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES SUNSET -prequel- ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES DAWN other chapters ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES PLAYLIST ⨳

"Thought I should pay the respects for Jimin."

Head fell in front as JungKook let out a conceit chuckle. Looking at his feet, JungKook knew there was no way he could free himself from the thick rope. He just had to mess with Min Ae to free him from the strings. Not that he needed much. His damp dark hair fallen in front of his eyes and the small smile already played on his lips.

His eyes finally adjusted to the light when JungKook directed them at Min Ae. Her heart was already beating faster nevertheless she denied it. His voice dripped from her ears like mad honey.

"I have to appretiate the effort though. Propofol, wasn't it?"

Jungkook started his game because the best way was using her weakness for his body. He could tell it would not take much effort for him get Min Ae. Even though she kept a poker face, JungKook could see her chest rising and falling beneath her thin silk dress.

"Yes, forgive me. I forgot you have been on so many drugs."

Min Ae crossed his arms as a small smirk played on her pink lips.

"Though, its a pity you only see those efforts now. Were not these couple of days fun?"

The perfect opportunity came sooner than JungKook expected. JungKook threw his head back and let out a moan purposefully.

"Fun? You have not even seen much."

Min Ae took a few steps towards JungKook. Her well manicured finger followed the veins on his strong forearm that his folded sleeves left open. Pulling her dress up a little, she made herself comfortable on his lap. She wrapped her arms around JungKook's neck.

Eyes never leaving hers, JungKook watched Min Ae lean towards him. He let out another delicious moan as she unbuttoned his white shirt. His built chest wide open, Min Ae allowed her fingertips to explore his smooth skin. That was a mistake but Min Ae tried to come off uneffected. Her fingers were already between his hair.

"I know what you are trying here Jeon. Do not tempt me."

JungKook spoke as if he is out of breath.

"You want to feel me, don't you?"

Min Ae involunterily moved her hips for some friction. A pleased smile on his face JungKook shifted as much as he could on the small wooden chair. Unable to stop herself, Min Ae moved her hips again. JungKook could tell she was almost there by her irregular breaths.

"Remember how I filled you up? I was holding back that night. I can give it all to you right now."

Eyes closed Min Ae whispered.

"Oh God..."

She knew this was a trap yet she was about to give in. Min Ae wanted to free him so JungKook could take her right on this small chair. A shiver went through her body just by imagining how it would feel if JungKook did anything he wanted. It took all her strength to move away from his lap.

"You are the worst kind of drug Jeon."

His lips curled up and one eyebrow shot up.

"That's why you can not stop."

JungKook went on with his low velvety voice as he tilted his head.

"If these ties were on you, you would be screaming my name now."

"I thought my son offered you enough for the divorce but you seem greedy."

You gasped in disbelief. Averting your gaze you took a deep breath. Your emotions were all over the place already yet he was blaming you for going after his money again. It was not possible to name what it was but you knew something inside of you broke down. You took a step and looked around.

"Everyone, out !"

Yugyeom heard you spoke this way for the first time so he was surprised. You could see the men in fine suits hesitate and remained in their place around the table. Of course they would not take your seriously when you stood there with you store bought t-shirt and sweats and you hair still messy.

They did not even move an inch remained silent with hands together and heads front like statues. Annoyed to your core, you grabbed the ring from the desk. You put it on, closed your eyes and this time made sure to make eye contact with the tiny yet intimidating crowd of guards.

"I am NOT going to repeat myself."

The ring and your firm tone finally got through their head. Much to Father Jeon's surprise they actually walked out. You saw Yugyeom was about to leave as well so you called for him.

"Not you Yugyeom. I need your help here."

He stopped and gestured with his head. He slowly walked back to his old place beside the desk.

"Yes... Mrs. Jeon."

You did not expect such a reaction but that probably was what you needed. You heard Father Jeon chuckle mockingly.

"An explanation on what you are planning? Because I am not going to let you get anything away from my son."

You squinted your eyes involunterily.

"I do not care about his money. I never did."

You were almost boiling with anger yet you had no time to lose.

"Then why are you back?"

Thinking a genuine response would finally shut his so called worries you said.

"Because I still love him."

Pulling another cuban cigar from his leather case, he dared to laugh at your face.

"You really will not stop lying, will you?"

You were on the verge of your patience and anything could happen to JungKook in the time you lost. You licked your lips once and put on the fakest smile.

"Father Jeon your son is missing. If you want to do something and help, be my guest but if blaming me is all you have got, I really have no time for that."

Eyes wide with lightnings Father Jeon raised from his seat.

"How dare you speak to me this way? Just because you spent some time with my son does not mean..."

Averting your gaze for a second you inhaled deeply.

"mean I know him? Alright... but do YOU know him?"

Your out of place question took him by surprise clearly.

"Did you know JungKook got stabbed while dealing with an undercover detective that was after you?"

You had no intention to take such a risky step to oppose him this way but you could not control yourself at all. You took a step and stopped for a moment but there was no response from Father Jeon. Nodding your head twice you went on.

"Do you know, your secret man Min Yoon Gi works for JungKook now? Do you know why the men in this room left after they saw the ring?"

Father Jeon averted his gaze and his large hand reached to losen his thin beige silk tie.

"Because my words are his words now and they fear what he is capable of."

Father Jeon grabbed the crystal glass to pour the whiskey down his throat.

"Trying to make me a bad father as if you never let him down, huh?"

He took another sip from his whiskey then it loudly hit the desk. However, neither the clonk nor his intense gaze were scary to you. Your eyes never left his as you admit.

"Yes ! I did... But at least I am trying."

The way you gulped with shiny wet eyes and glanced down got his attention.

"I just want to save him."

You explained your true intention. For the first time, after keeping quiet Father Jeon slightly nodded.

"Well if you think you are any powerful than me good luck trying."

Still far from relief you reached for JungKook's laptop. Leaning in you called Yugyeom over.

"Can you open the car tracking system."

Eyes wide Yugyeom hesiatated.

"Mrs Jeon, we never used that system for a long time. I am not even sure if it still works."

Seeing your expecting gaze, Yugyeom knew he had no other option. He just clicked here and there and after a few steps a black screen with silver letters appeared. Yugyeom clicked the GPS part by the left and all JungKook's cars were listed by the pop up menu.

Excited since you were finally getting a lead to start somewhere, your eyes never left the screen. Though your chest sank when you saw the access was denied and you needed a password to reactivate the system. Hands covering his face Yugyeom's fist hit the table. Watching you with dull eyes in silence Father Jeon grabbed another cuban cigar from his pocket.

"Nothing?"

You barely heard those words yet even you realized the tiny hope fainted. Unaware, you stood there with your hands clasped and kept staring at the screen. Noone said anything yet your situation worried Yugyeom. He was about to reach before you finally moved.

Wheels turning in your head you though what the password could be. You knew JungKook had a speacial system of coding. Grabbing a paper you scribbled the plate of his Bugatti, letters of name and surname.

"When did he get this car?"

After your unexpected question, Yugyeom blinked twice.

"Five years ago, I guess."

Directing your dark eyes at him, you asked in the coolest way.

"Are you sure?"

YugYeom hesitantly grabbed his phone to check. After a couple of minutes he reached some information.

"Yes. I confirmed but why?"

You did not even hear his question as you wrote down 05 and already started to arrange the letters and numbers.

Last number of his birthdate, first letter of his name, first letter of the plate, first letter of the model,the year he bought the car, the last letter of his name and the first number of his birth year. After you wrote the combination your leg was bouncing while your waited.

"This better be right."

However the password was denied by the system. Stressed out you cursed under your breath. Your fingers were shaking above the keyboard as you tried to come up with another password.

"Maybe."

You whispered and changed the birthdate numbers with your wedding date. You were expecting the second fail but the system approved new password. Surprised Yugyeom leaned in to the screen beside you. His slighly bony finger flew on the keyboard as he tried to locate the car.

The system ran with the constant beeping noise until the screen finally showed a specific place in the map. It was not that far but the car still being in the middle of the city made no sense at all. The silent stare you exchanged with Yugyeom confirmed your suspicions.

"This looks like a trap."

You said. Yugyeom had his eyes locked on the screen with his phone in his hand.

"Seems so but I have to make sure."

You raised your hand and helf onto the cuff of his dark jacket.

"Please be careful and inform me."

He informed a few men and rushed out of the room. Snapping you out of thoughts, your phone rang.

"Mrs. Jeon..."

YoonGi's dull voice welcomed you. After a sigh you cut to the chase.

"Do you have anything?"

By YoonGi's short pause you knew the news would not be good.

"I am certain it's an identity theft. Chae Soo is not even alive."

You gasped in shock.

"What?"

YoonGi spoke rather calm as if it was everyday occurrence.

"Yes, she died a couple of months ago."

Closing you eyes, you tried your best to remain calm.

"I see. Thanks YoonGi."

Although a young girl losing her life saddened you, you had things to focus. You had to find who impersonated her. Thinking of women that he knew you tried to find a clue.

Could not be Ji Hyo or Yoon Hae. You have seen both of them and Chae Soo seemed nothing like them. Going through a few files on Jungkook's iPad you saw the report someone sent. It had Jimin's picture by the corner and the light flashed in your head. You zoomed into the picture and realized.

Same eyes, same plump lips that looked like a bratz doll. Chae Soo was Jimin's sister. Putting the iPad down you made a noise louder than you expected.

"Father Jeon, you know about JungKook's friend Jimin, right?"

Out of confusion, Father Jeon raised his eyebrows.

"The jackass that betrayed my son? What about him?"

He walked towards you to take a look at the screen.

"What's her sister's name?"

Father Jeon closed his eyes for a moment and thought.

"Must be Min Ae... What does she have to do with this?"

You directed your gaze back to the tall man standing beside your chair.

"She disguised herself and JungKook is probably with her now."

Father Jeon chuckled after those words.

"Well...He is out to have some fun then?"

Hearing those words your blood froze in your veins. That night when she came down from the stairs played before your eyes. Could he be right? No! You did not want to believe that. If it was right at least Yugyeom would be able to reach him. That bitch wanted to hurt JungKook. You arched your eyebrows then let out a dramatic sigh.

"Fun? I think she took him for revenge."

This time it was Father Jeon's time to be confused.

"Revenge?"

He repeated. You directed your empty gaze at him while explaining.

"He killed Jimin."

Mouth slightly agape, Father Jeon tried to say something but nothing made sense. He already knew Jungkook was cruel yet killing the guy he grew up with? That was something beyond Father Jeon expected. Besides he was astonished how you said that with such a straight face.

Not giving much thought to his reaction, you grabbed you phone to dial YoonGi's number again. Seeing your number on the screen he shook his head before he answered.

"Can you do me another favor? I need any information you can get on Park Min Ae. Place, vehicle, anything..."

YoonGi knew he had no other option so he just accepted.

"On it, Mrs Jeon."

As soon as the line died you called for one of the maids.

"Can you call Johan here for me?"

Within a few minutes Johan knocked on the door. When you answered right away he walked in and stopped by the door. He simply greeted both Father Jeon and you respectfully.

"Johan I would like to know if you drove Mr. Jeon or a blonde woman to her house these days?"

Johan spoke calmly after a few seconds.

"I am affraid no, Mrs. Jeon."

Realizing that would be no use, you thanked and let Johan leave. You had to wait for YoonGi to call or Yugyeom to come back. You left the office in silence. Looking around you passed the living room. You had no idea what you expected to find but climbed stairs slowly.

You stopped by the big door of his bedroom. Almost scared, your hands reached for the knob. Your eyes skimmed the room shyly. You took a few steps and got closer to the chiffonier. Even your make up was still there. Your hearth felt heavier in your chest as you made your way to the bed. The bed you slept together. His scent was still fresh and you inhaled deeply.

The persistent vibration of your phone brought you back to your senses. You cleared your throat before you answered YoonGi's call.

"Yes..."

You tried not to speak too much since you had to pull yourself together again. Though YoonGi wastes no time as well.

"She has a house at Miramar."

Eyes wide you got up from the bed.

"I hope you have the location."

YoonGi did not like the fact you underestimated his abilities so he sounded offended.

"Of course I do. Texting now."

With that he did not even let you to thank him and hung up. Withing a moment the location was sent and it was more than an hour drive from where his mansion was. Putting your phone down you made your way to the dressing room.

Your clothes still were by the left. You picked up a black crop top and trousers with zipper on each side. You combined it with one of Jungkook's more of sporty shirts.

When you walked out, you found YugYeom waiting for you. His suit was blood stained and he seemed angry.

"We were right. It was a trap."

He stated what you guessed before. Though looking at you he realized you changed clothes and were planning to leave.

"It was Min Ae... Jimin's sister. YoonGi found her house."

You handed your phone to Yugyeom to show the location. Eyes dark he handed your phone back.

"Let me check a few things before we leave."

You saw him talking to a couple of tall and built men. Soon he came back with a bulletproof vest and a gun. Looking at the black items in his hands you directed your eyes back at Yugyeom questioningly.

"Just taking precautions."

You were about to refuse but the look on Yugyeom's face made it clear you had no other chance.

"Hope your aim is good, Mrs Jeon."

He turned around as you took of the shirt to wear the vest inside. You let out a bitter chuckle.

"Well... I have no idea."

You paused for a moment then called out his name. To indicate he was listening, Yugyeom directed his poker face at your side.

"Would you do anything I ask from you?"

Yugyeom squinted his eyes while weighting the answer in his head.

"I believe you want to save him but if you want my complete will I need to know what your plan is."

You liked the way he looked cautious and serious. It was not going to be easy to convince him. Especially when you have got nothing to offer. Licking your lips once, you grabbed your phone.

"There is no plan, Yugyeom. We are not playing chess. This is poker... and I have to know if I can trust you."

Yugyeom only nodded twice as he went back to listening.

"Can you get a remote toy car? And two explosives... One for the car and one for me."

Min Ae asked the built bodyguard to leave. He hesitated for a moment to leave them alone and stood there. Min Ae spoke rather sharp.

"Leave... Now..."

When the bodyguard leaved in worry she closed the door. Her hands really reached to untie him. Then, she looked down for a second and realized what she was about to do. Closing her eyes, Min Ae shook her head rather too strong. Her hair dancing around her tiny face, she pressed her lips together. Without a word, Min Ae turned around and walked away.

"Why can't I give you up?"

She hurried out and told the bodyguard to go back in.

"Watch him."

Then she stood there with her hand by the door. Min Ae really would let JungKook do anything to her. For Hell's sake, she even would beg him. She mentally cursed herself for letting JungKook get through her again. She had to keep her composure or she could never end his life. Min Ae closed her eyes and thought of Jimin. Her last words to her played in her head again as she held his cold hand.

"I will send him to you, Jimin so you can handle him there."

She was going to do what she swore in her farewell to him.

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formeandmyfics · 1 year

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JUGENEA FAN FICTION The Past is not the Past

Fall 1953

Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White

Judy wrapped her arms around her husband's neck sensually, and in a relaxing manner, as they did a leisurely cha-cha to the popular dance tune. She barely had to move; married to one of the most famous Hollywood dancers, he did all the steps for both of them.

It had been a few months since the two of them were able to really enjoy a date out at a nightclub. She was busy working on 'Star' at Warner Bros. and he was still at Metro working with Vincente on 'Brigadoon'. Any time they did have together was just a quick dinner out or spent with the children. Even the usual weekly friend's house party was rare lately.

Gene felt his wife's body melting into his as their hips slowly cha-cha'd on the dance floor at the Rumba Room. They were hidden by dozens of other couples and not a cameraman was in sight. It had been a long time since they could be like this. He missed it. Work had been so exhausting...the kids had been even more exhausting. He cherished this time when they weren't Mom and Dad or Gene Kelly and Judy Garland. They were husband and wife...though tonight it almost felt like the past when they were just lovers.

Judy closed her eyes as her fingers softly played with the hair on the back of his neck. Gene's hand travelled down to her bottom, grabbing; her large, flared black skirt of her party dress ruffling in his hand as he did so.

"Mm mm," she warned, as he was well aware she didn't like that much affection in public.

Gene moved his hand back to her waist, "You know what I was thinking?"

"I know what you're thinking, and you're going to have to wait until later when we get home. I'm having too much fun here."

Gene's serious expression turned mischievous as he smiled wide, "Oh, what's gonna happen when we get home?"

He felt her giggle before she leaned back to look at him, "If you have to ask, you're not gettin' any."

"Well, I assumed that'd be happening anyways, but that's not what I meant," off her curious expression he continued, "Let's plan a little get together at the house for the group soon. We haven't had anyone over in six months."

"I know, we've just been so busy, we haven't gone anywhere but Bogarts."

"If you're game for it, maybe we can do next Friday."

"Just something casual," she more or less demanded, as her schedule had her exhausted.

"Oh, yeah, just a few of the gang for poker and cocktails."

"Sounds like a plan."

He leaned in and gave her a kiss. The band ended their song and everyone clapped. But they started another tune, this time a little bouncier than the last.

"Another?"

"No, let's sit and finish our drinks."

Hand-in-hand they walked back to their table. Enjoying his tequila, Gene leaned back and looked around. When Judy saw Gene look back at her smiling, she gave him a sly eye with a hint of a smile.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"Remember when I first took you here?"

"Sure do."

"We sat right over there."

She nodded, "I like to think this is where I learned how to become 'Manuela'."

They both chuckled, amused.

"It is," he agreed, "You let go and became sexy on the dance floor."

Judy was quiet a moment remembering, "Those were some crazy, rollercoaster times, hm?"

"But good," he emphasized.

"They were wonderful," she agreed with a glint in her eye.

"Never imagined we'd be sitting here married with our own little family unit," his eyes wandered up to one of the tall palms lost in his memories.

"I had thought about it, but you're right, I never imagined it would actually happen."

"We had way too many roadblocks back then to even consider it."

"Roadblocks...as in your wife and my husband," she giggled and took a sip of her drink.

"Husband's," he corrected.

"David doesn't count."

"Why not," Gene said, challenging her. 

"Oh," she made a sound seeing his challenge, "Please. We never thought about marriage or kids together back then, not when we were first together."

Gene's eyes froze over her shoulder and the skin between his eyes wrinkled, "David."

"Yeah," she nodded putting her empty glass down, "When I was married to Dave."

"No," he said shifting in his seat a tad uncomfortable, "David is here."

Gene watched as her first husband, David Rose, was by the stairs happily shaking hands with another man. 

Judy, surprised, went to turn, "Where?"

"Don't..." he reached for her arm which prompted her to look back at him even more surprised by his action, "...turn around."

"Why?"

"Because we came here to spend the evening alone. That's why we didn't go to the usual joints...so we wouldn't run into anyone."

"Are you sure it's him? I mean, I haven't seen Dave in years. He's never seen around town, not since he got re-married."

Gene squinted a bit, as if to see if it was really her ex. He could tell by the side-profile it was indeed the conductor.

"That's him alright."

Judy ignored Gene's plea and turned to look but people at the next table were now standing up blocking her view and she turned back to her husband, "Well, maybe he won't notice us. There's a sea of people in here."

Through the crowd, Gene watched as Dave, in mid-laugh, turned his way and suddenly did a double take on him.

"And he 'sees' us." 

Gene looked at the scene across the way which looked like Dave was excusing himself to walk over to him, "He's coming over.  I have to use men's room, sweetheart."

Without another word, Gene slithered through the crowd to the back of the nightclub just as Dave was approaching behind Judy's table.

"Would you like some tea in your honey?"

Judy smiled hearing the familiar voice, and the familiar idiom they always used to say, "Or Whiskey in your water?"

Turning her head up to look at him, they both chuckled, and she stood up embracing him warmly.

"You look good, kid," he said releasing her.

"A little rough around the edges now," she teased.

"Still beautiful."

"Well, thank you. You're still dashing," she said and wiggled his tie before she sat back down.

David adjusted his tie as she did that and remained standing, "Nearing 50 and still dashing, huh?"

"Egh," she said waving her hand, "You still have some years to go. Would you like to have a seat?"

He looked up a tad nervous, "Uh...sure...for a minute."

As he sat down, Judy motioned to her waitress as she walked by, "May I get another Gin and Tonic, please? And another top shelf Tequila with a lime for my husband," she turned to look at Dave, "Would you like anything?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

Judy added, "Just add that to our tab."

"Right away, ma’am,” the waitress said before walking away.

"You sure you don't want a drink? You are in a nightclub."

Dave smiled, "I didn't want to add my drink to your husband's bill."

"Oh, please, * I * asked. He isn't even here right now."

"He was. Where did he rush off to," he asked looked partly behind him as if he expected to see him any second.

"Oh, he saw someone he knew. Wanted to go say hi."

"Just as I was coming over," off her knowing look and sly smile he chuckled, "I've forgotten how good of a liar you are."

"So," she said changing the subject, "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you around town since before I left Metro."

"Haven't really been interested in the scene anymore unless I'm working. Plus, after I got married again, we had our girls pretty close together. They've been keeping me busy outside of work."

"I know what you mean," she giggled, "I've got two now and a step-daughter who stays with us every weekend. It's a full house."

Dave's face became serious and he leaned forward speaking genuinely, "I'm so happy for you, Judy. I really do mean that."

Judy's smile faded a bit, but she looked at him with such appreciation, "Thank you."

"You know, maybe one day all of us can get the kids together for a playdate at the beach or the park or somethin'."

"I'd love that, if your wife would be alright with that."

"Oh, sure. She'd come with."

"Even with our history?"

Dave laughed, but a tad anxiously Judy noticed, "The past is the past, right?" 

For some reason, the way he said that, hit Judy differently. It wasn't said in a snarky way, but she couldn't quite shake the nervous feeling he had towards her. 

Interrupting her bewildered expression, Dave added, "Invite Gene along."

"I'll mention it to him."

"Good. I'm going to get back to my friends over there. You know how to get in touch," he said getting up and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek, "Good seeing you."

"You, too."

Judy giggled against her husband's lips as her back was suddenly pressed against the front door in the dark foyer of their home.

"What are you doing," she chuckled as his hungry kisses traveled down her throat.

"We have the house to ourselves," he moaned as his hands tried to find her tush past her coat, "I'm gonna take advantage and make love to my wife right here."

"What if I don't want to do it right here," she teased and tried to move away from him.

Gene lifted his head, smiling and held her tighter against him, "That's boring. Remember how we used to do it before we had a house full of kids?"

"We also used to do it without my coat on," she tried pushing him away to wiggle out of her coat but he gave her a look that said he was up for the challenge. She didn't even have time to respond before he lowered to his knees

"What are you---oo," she grabbed onto the door handle trying to balance as her leg was suddenly lifted on his shoulder sending her into a laughing fit. She couldn't even see him under her coat and party dress, "You're nuts."

Gene trailed licks and kisses on her inner thigh above her nude thigh thigh's and let the back of his fingers softly trace the silk of her panties. It made her body erupt with pleasurable goosebumps and he immediately felt her relax as she softly whimpered. That gave him the green light.

Thud. Thud.

Judy's eyes popped open when she felt vibration on her back and the sound of knocking.

"Gene," she whispered and tried to stop him.

"Who the fu--," his muffled voice was interrupted as they knocked again.

"Someone's at the door," she said louder and swung her leg off his shoulder nearly knocking him over.

"Judy...Jesus," he said avoiding getting bashed in the head by her knee and stood up checking his watch, "It's 1 in the God-damn morning."

Judy flipped the foyer light on before she opened the door. Lauren stood there with their sickly-looking daughter in her arms.

"Hiii," Lauren said with a 'sorry' tone.

"Hi, Betty," Judy immediately placed her hand on her daughter's back, "Is everything alright?"

"I saw you guys pull in a few minutes ago. She's running a small fever and she won't go to sleep. She keeps crying," the little girl lifted her head from Lauren's shoulder and reached for her mother. Judy immediately took her and Lauren apologized, "I feel awful. I know it's your date night."

"Oh, don't be silly," Judy stated placing the back of her hand on her child's forehead, "You don't feel good, huh, baby?"

"The baby okay," Gene asked widening the door to look at their friend and neighbor.

"She'll be okay. I think she just wanted her parents," Lauren said handing the little one over to Judy.

"Thanks Betty," Gene gave her a kiss on the cheek and waited until he saw her disappear through her front door before he shut his door with a sigh. 

He knew there was no point in waiting for his wife to put their daughter to bed and return to him. When it came to the kids, especially if they wanted 'Mama', that trumped over sex. Though disappointed, it wasn't a surprise. 

Gene scrunched his face when he felt a jab on his lower back with a lot of movement under the sheets. It was only a few seconds when everything became still again, and he started to drift back off into sleep. Then another jab, this time what felt like a kick on his ass.

"First you nearly bash me in the head with your knee, now you're kicking my ass," he sleepily retorted annoyed. Gene was jabbed again this time in his lower thigh and he laughed getting angry, "You're pissing me off, Judy.  I'm gonna pin you down like Buddy Rogers in a minute."

Judy laughed quietly, "It's not me, it's your daughter."

Gene rolled on his back and saw the little girl in between them moving around, swinging her legs in different positions as if trying to get comfortable. 

"What's she doing in here?"

"She's not feeling good," Judy whined with sympathy and pulled the girl to cuddle her, "C'mere baby. Stop kicking daddy."

Gene rolled to lay on his side facing her. They were quiet a few minutes as Judy ran her hand over their daughter's soft brown hair as her head laid on her Mama's chest. It wasn't another minute until her eyes instantly closed.

"You have the magic touch," Gene whispered and reached over for her hand that was free. She gladly connected her fingers in his and closed her eyes as his thumb caressed her skin, "It's 3.  You should get some sleep."

Judy yawned and looked down at the sleepy face against her, "I will. I want to make sure she's fully asleep first."

"Give her a few minutes. She'll start snoring."

Judy smiled and kissed the top of her head before staring up at the ceiling and sighed. In those quiet moments and relaxing to the movements of her baby's breathing against her, her mind started wandering again.

Gene noticed the expression on her face as she stared up at the high ceiling of their Master Bedroom. It was the same look she had when she was quiet in the car. When he returned to the table, other than Judy telling him that Dave just said 'hi', the two pretended like the exchange didn't happen. They enjoyed some more dances and shared some secret kisses before heading home. He noticed her sudden demeanor change, though he didn't want to ask in fear of breaking the spell of their date.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Dave."

Gene grimaced, not surprised, and rolled onto his back, "That's comforting."

"He seemed a bit off," Judy rolled her head to look at him.

Gene looked at her a little interested, "How so?"

"I'm not sure."

"So, he didn't just say 'hi' and 'bye'?"

"Well, it wasn't a long conversation. 'Hi' and 'Bye' was about it, but he seemed awfully nervous."

Gene shrugged, "Maybe it's just because you two hadn't seen each other since you left Metro. You're divorced, I'd think it's only natural, especially how estranged you two were towards the end."

"I thought of that, but why would he come over then? He seemed happy to say hi but, I don't know, he looked anxious.

"Maybe because I was there."

"You weren't there," she said with a sly smile.

"You know what I mean."

"And you walking away from the table as he was walking up didn't get past him, I hope you know that."

"I could care less," Gene said and rest his arm under his head, "I'd rather him notice that than have to actually pretend to be cordial with the man who basically ignored you and your feelings for 90% of your marriage."

"That pretty much sums it up. But, I think you didn't want to shake hands with the man whose wife..."

"I fu- ..." Gene interrupted for her and she immediately shushed him pointing to the kid, "Spent time with..." he corrected, "...while they were married. Yeah, yeah."

Judy smiled and looked down noticing baby was fully asleep now, her little mouth hanging open, "He suggested we have a play date with all the kids and his wife and you."

"I love you, but not really my scene," he said smiling.

"I know," she giggled, "But I didn't want to tell him that. He was being nice."

"Don't worry about him. His balls were probably just touching the back of his shorts talking to you again. Now, go to sleep," he ordered and turned the bedside lamp off.

"Good night," she said leaning over the best she could to kiss him which he returned.

"Good night my love."

Judy squinted from the bright, hot sun as she walked out of the kitchen onto the backyard patio. After placing the two trays on the table under the umbrella, she took her sunglasses off her head to put them on. 

"Wooo," June said behind her as she walked in from the side gate, "Can you believe how hot it is for this time of the year?"

Judy smiled happily at her friend who wore a pretty white summer flock and matching sunglasses.

"I know," she added as she walked towards June with her arms open, "You look pretty. Hi, darling."

"Hi, baby," June squealed as she squeezed Judy in her arms, "We only live down the street and haven't seen each other in months."

"I know. Come on, it's nice and cool over here on the deck," Judy said taking her hand to follow her, "Rosa put together some lunch for us before she left."

"It's only eleven. Was she not feeling well," June asked of the Kelly's housekeeper, and cook 'extraordinaire' as Gene nicknamed her. 

"No, I booted her out. I mean, the house is clean and Gene got called into work and the Nanny took Kerry and the baby over to Liza's to swim. I decided to take advantage of the quiet and gave her the rest of the day off."

"Well, that's nice of you. It looks yummy."

The ladies sat down and started their brunch. 

"Gene and I are planning a little casual get-together here next Friday for the group."

"Oh, good. You guys haven't had all of us over in a while."

"I know. We’ve just been so busy with work and the kids."

The ladies enjoyed their finger food and the weather for a minute in silence until Junie struck up a conversation.

"What did you think about the news of David's book?"

"David who?"

"Your ex."

Judy looked up surprised, "My ex-husband David?"

"Yeah. Betty told me about it. She said she'd tell you."

"I haven't spoken to her lately. He has a book?"

"Well, he wrote one, or is writing one."

"Oh? You know, I ran into him two days ago. I hadn't seen him in ages." 

"How'd that go?"

"It was friendly. Gene stayed away." 

"I don't blame him. That's gotta be awkward."

"The meeting was a little off, but we haven't seen each other in such a long time. So, is this a book going to be about his work?"

"I was told it's an autobiography."

"Autobiography," Judy repeated with a mouth bite a bit surprised.

"Yeah."

"Which means I'll be in it." 

"You are," Junie giggled, "I didn't know about the pregnancy."

Judy lifted her eyes from her plate and froze as June took a bite of a sausage slice and cracker. She instantly felt her stomach sink, but quickly brushed it off as perhaps there was something she hadn't known about Martha, Dave's first wife, or possibly a girlfriend he perhaps got pregnant touring. 

"What are you talking about," Judy asked casually as she went back to her food.

June looked up, a bit stunned at her friend's bewilderment, "When you two got pregnant and the studio made you get rid of it."

Judy felt a shock wave of bad shivers cascaded her skin and all she could do was stare at June like a deer in a headlight. 

"Is it not true," June asked carefully setting her crumpled napkin down.

Judy's heart started palpitating and she felt an adrenaline rush. No, it can't be, Judy thought instantly feeling tears spring to her eyes. With a sudden fight or flight response, Judy got up and started walking across the yard.

"Judy," June asked standing up. When she saw Judy heading towards the Bogarts place, she understood. 

"Hi, blondie," Gene said in a surprise chipper voice as he came out the back door.

"Hi," she said softly as she kept her eyes fixated on Judy, "I thought you were called into work?"

"I was but I finished what I had to do. What's wrong," he asked confused that she hadn't turned to him to give him her usual warm hug. 

"Um," she said turning around to face him. 

When she did, he saw Judy over her shoulder disappear into the Bogart's backyard, "What she doin'," he asked innocently.

"She's going to get more information from Lauren, I presume."

"Information about what?"

Gene had just rushed through the patio doors, with Junie following a ways back, when he saw his wife collapse into one of the breakfast nook chairs.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, "Oh, no."

"Is it true," he turned to Lauren.

Lauren just shrugged shaking her head, "That's what I was told."

"How did you find out?"

"Dave and I share the same agent. I didn't think anything of it to be honest. I was surprised when Swifty told me some of the things in Dave's book, but you know how many abortions go on in our industry. I didn't know it was a secret."

"It wasn't just a secret," Judy said mad, and crying, "He promised not to ever say anything."

Gene went to his wife and placed his hand on her back as he bent down to kiss the top of her head.

"The whole god damn world is going to know now, Gene. Everyone," she placed her hands over her face and started sobbing.

"Fuck him," he said disgusted, "That's probably why he was acting weird with you the other night. He knew it would upset you and his balls were too far up his ass to say anything. Fucking coward."

"Look," Lauren said trying to calm them, "The book isn't out yet. Why don't you talk to him? Maybe he'll fix it."

Judy lifted her head, her wet eyes staring up at her husband with a non-verbal plea.

"It wouldn't hurt, I guess," he shrugged, "You need to call him anyway and give him a piece of your fucking mind."

Judy nodded and reached for his hand, holding her cheek to it in comfort.

The master bedroom was only faintly lit, shadowed by the dawn sky. The sun wasn't out yet and an owl's hoo's outside the cracked window told Gene it was probably just before 6am. He looked beside him and Judy was sound asleep. She was on her side facing away from him but the back of her body was nestled up against him. Her warmth made him feel so comfortable. He felt so bad for the circumstances that happened yesterday. She was so upset and understandably. To have something very personable like the exposed without her consent was disgusting, especially from someone she had once been married to.  She didn't really want to speak to anyone after Junie left. She took a long hot bath and read for the rest of the day. He knew when she disassociated, it was best to let her be. All he could do was let her know he was there if she needed him. 

But that was yesterday. It was a new day, and most importantly, a Sunday. He loved Sundays. They made it a habit, while they were working on a project during the week, to leave Sundays just for family time. There were no Nanny's, no cooks, no housekeepers, no lawn people, no assistants, or agents, or friends, just them. Last week, they spent the entire day in Pajamas; him, Judy and their daughter. This weekend, they had all three kids. But, he wanted to work on re-staining a few of the kids' nightstands and Judy had mentioned planting some of her fall mums in the backyard. He was looking forward to a nice, relaxing day.

Gene turned on his side and placed his arms around his wife ready to fall back asleep, when she moved in hers. Re-positioning herself in her sleep, her bum wiggled against him and he found his hand gently resting on the underside of her right breast. Suddenly, his senses became more alive. It had been a week since they made love. The last time got interrupted. He was craving her, of course, but to make her feel good would definitely help her relax after working so hard and temporarily make her forget about the emotional turmoil from yesterday. 

Gently releasing her, he got out of bed and went to check on the rugrats. Kerry and Liza were sound asleep. When he checked the nursery, the baby was whimpering. He changed her diaper and put the pacifier back in her mouth and she fell back asleep instantly. When he returned to his bedroom, he quietly shut the door. There was no lock, because of safety issues with Judy in the past, but the older girls knew the rules: always knock and not to come in until someone answered.

Crawling back into bed, Gene got in the same position and wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breast gently through her nightie, like before, and started applying some alluring kisses to her neck. Judy stirred a bit but the sounds of his lips against her skin one-by-one stirred her completely out of sleep.

"Mmm," she whimpered sleepily and murmured, "What time is it?"

"Early," he breathed and repositioned himself even closer now that she was awake. His thumb started caressing her nipple in a sensual manner through the chiffon and his neck kisses became sexier, "I checked on the kids, they're all sound asleep."

"Is this my alarm clock?"

"Just relax."

"I was relaxed before you woke me up," she teased knowing she was not going to settle back into sleep, or fight him off, nor did she want to.

Gene placed his hand on her jaw to angle her face up to him and he whispered erotically, "I want to make you feel good."

Her lips curved into a smile before he bent down to give her a kiss, his mouth pulling at her lower plush one. Their kisses melted into each other as she turned to lay flat on her back. As she did so, he crawled on top of her. Both laid comfortably, as for him not to crush her, and made out, caressing in an unhurried manner just enjoying their intimacy. 

Breaking a very delicious, and sexually charged French kiss, Judy ran her fingertips up his bare back loving the feel of him on top of her, "Darling, I'm so lucky to have you."

"The feelings mutual, doll," he gave her peck on the kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. But," he said lifting himself from her as she let out a giggle, “less thinking. All I want you to do is relax and focus on how good I’m going to make you feel."

Oh, he made her feel good, alright. So much so, she couldn’t put a comprehensive thought together especially when his mouth made love to her between her thighs.

A little later, Judy was in the shower when Gene walked into the master bathroom, a robe secured around him.

“All the kids are still asleep. Can you believe that?”

“Good. I don’t want them to hear how loud you were,” she said with a sly, but playful tone.

“*Me*,” he said shocked turning around to face the shower curtain as if she could see his playfully shocked expression.

“Yes, *you*. I told you to put padding behind the bed when you get like that,” she giggled.

“I wouldn’t get like that if you didn’t get me all worked up,” he said rubbing his hand over his scruffy face in the mirror.

“You knew long before you married me that I wasn’t a ‘pillow princess’,” she said turning off the shower.

Gene laughed and went on, “True, but you’re the loud one,” her arm reached out wigging her fingers and he handed her a towel, “The way you sounded, people woulda thought I was murdering you.”

“That was your fault.”

“Well, it does make me feel proud,” he said as he got out his shaving kit.

“I was only doing as I was told,” she said with plenty of blush in her voice.

“I said to relax,” he laughed.

“There’s no relaxing when you do the stuff you just did.”

When she stepped out of the shower, securing the towel around her chest, she saw her husband looking at her with his hand on his hip and a very cheeky smile.

“Wha-a-t,” she whined and refused to lock eyes with him.

“11 years and you still get embarrassed.”

Judy smiled and placed her hand on his cheek as she tippy-toed to kiss the other, “If you weren’t so amazing, I wouldn’t have anything to blush about.”

He gave her a smack on her towel-covered behind before they both turned back to the mirror. In silence, Gene shaved and Judy started her face cream. It wasn’t like her to be quiet, however. Usually, she was a chatty Kathy when they did their bathroom routine. He knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Are you thinking about calling Dave today?”

Judy glanced over at him nervously as he rinsed off his razor, “Do you think I should?”

“I do, but that’s up to you.”

Judy was about to speak when they were interrupted by the sound of crying before tween-Kerry appeared with the baby. Gene immediately held her but she put her arms out for her Mama who took her.

“Where’s your sister,” Gene asked Kerry.

“Waking up.”

“Go get dressed. I’ll be down in the kitchen in a few minutes to make breakfast.”

Gene finished washing off his face and combing his hair as Judy fiddled around, still in her towel, with the now calm and curious baby on her hip. After getting dressed in his ‘around the house’ attire, he stepped into Judy’s walk-in closet where she was poking around.

“Do you want me to take the baby so you can finish getting ready?”

“No, I’ll keep her with me. I like some alone time with her. We’ll be down shortly.”

“Ok.”

Gene placed his hand on the infant’s back as he leaned over for a peck then proceeded to kiss the baby’s cheek before leaving.

“Just you and me, my darling,” Judy said to her baby girl as she opened her drawers picking out a casual outfit, “You need to visit Mama at work again. Would you like that? Yes, you would, I know,” she cooed and went to walk out of the closet but caught a glimpse of them in the full-size mirror.

It was just her in her towel and her curly haired daughter in a diaper. Her baby looked in the reflection as well and gurgled before reaching for her mother’s face. Judy gave her a kiss and cuddled her closer. She started thinking about a time when she thought she would never have children, and scared that she possibly couldn’t after the ‘procedure’ and now staring at her soon-to-be one-year-old, and Liza downstairs, she got sentimental and made her decision that she needed to say he peace with her ex-husband and hopefully change his mind.

Morning into the afternoon, the family spent most of the time outdoors with Gene working on his furniture projects and Judy gardening as the kids played on the swing set and trampoline. During lunchtime, they all ate a freshly prepared lunch in the breakfast nook as they listened to a radio program.

When they finished lunch, it was quiet time which the older girls knew meant to use hush tones during their sister’s nap. They went upstairs to draw in Liza’s room and Gene followed to put the baby down. When he jogged back downstairs to help Judy clean up the kitchen, he noticed a car pull up at the end of their driveway. He stood aside the window to peek out without being obvious. His eyes widened in surprise when the man got out.

“Is she down,” Judy asked walking into the room. When he didn’t answer, she furrowed her brows and walked closer to him as he stood at the window holding the side curtain open, “Gene?”

“Yeah, she’s napping. You didn’t call Rose yet, did you?”

“No, why?”

“He’s here.”

“What do you mean?”

Gene nodded for her to look which she did and low and behold it was her ex-husband walking up the driveway.

“What-on-earth,” she breathed shocked.

“You realize I want nothing more than to give him a right hook, don’t you,” Gene said with the most casual tone it would have been funny under different circumstances.

“You will do nothing of the sort,” she said and went around him to head to the front door but he stopped her.

Gene grabbed her elbow and spoke calmly, “I’ll get it.”

Right as Dave went to push the doorbell, Gene opened the door surprising the other man. It was as if he were expecting a housekeeper.

“Oh, hi, Gene. How are you?”

“Fine. May I help you with something,” he said very politely but had a not so friendly look on his face.

“I was wondering if Judy was home by any chance?”

Without breaking eye contact with the other man, Gene simply pushed the door open and Judy stood there, arms crossed, mirroring the same expression as her husband. David was surprised again, but this time the way they were both looking at him.

“Am I interrupting something,” he said as if he had interrupted a marriage spat as they both didn’t look too welcoming.

“What are you doing here?”

“May I come in so we can talk…” he glanced at Gene and back at Judy, “…Perhaps in private?”

Judy softly touched Gene’s arm as an ‘ok’ and he took a step back to let the man inside. As David passed him, the men made eye contact which David tried to avoid but the energy of the situation radiating off of Gene was hard to ignore.

“My children are upstairs. We can talk in the backyard,” Judy urged Dave to follow her.

Stepping into the backyard from the kitchen patio doors, Dave spoke up, “You have a lovely home.”

“Thank you.”

“So, ah, I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.”

“I know why you’re here, but I’m baffled on how you found out where I live.”

“Swifty. I practically had to beg,” he chuckled.

“You could’ve called me.”

“I wanted to talk to you in person. You said, you know why I’m here?”

“About your book,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Lazar told you?”

“No, actually he didn’t. Why, is it a secret?”

“Not at all.”

“So, you’re here to tell me about your book and that’s it?”

“Yes, because you’re in it, naturally, and I wanted you to hear about it from me first, but I guess that didn’t happen.”

“Why didn’t you tell me at the club?”

“I didn’t expect to run into you. I got a little nervous, to be honest. I didn’t want to ruin a night out.”

“Why would you ruin it, if it’s just a book,” she asked trying to hint the point.

“Because I wasn’t sure of your reaction.”

Gene walked into the kitchen, after checking on the kids, and leaned against the counter by the window to listen. He didn’t do it in an eavesdropping way, he did it to be there to step in if anything got out of line.

“I don’t mind being in someone else’s biography. I was in Georgie Jessel’s and it was lovely. I’m grateful to be a part of someone else’s life. The only thing that would get a reaction out of me is if there was something untruthful written about me…”

He cut her off, “Everything is 100% factual.”

“Or something very private that shouldn’t be shared,” she concluded which brought on a heavy silence.

“Judy, autobiographies are meant to be personal. It’s inviting others into your life to read about your experiences, good and bad.”

Judy put her hand up not wanting to hear any tip-toe around the subject, “Did you write about our baby?”

“Well, I don’t prefer to think of it as a baby, but I briefly mentioned the pregnancy, yes,” he said cautiously.

“It *was* a baby and *I* wanted it,” she said her voice raised, full of anger and regret.

“Judy, don’t do this again,” Dave said putting his hands in his pockets and looked down.

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t going to share it to millions of people!”

“It’s part of my life story, it’s something I experienced.”

Judy nodded and placed her hands on her hips, “So, you mentioned that you went along with the studio and my mother to murder our child?”

“I didn’t quite put it like that, but I did write about the situation.”

“And that our marriage failed because that happened?”

“Or because you fell in-love with your co-star,” he said nodding towards the house getting angry.

Judy took a step towards him hurt, “You publish that and I’ll sue you for defamation.”

David sighed, not wanting to fight about something they had fought about a long time ago, “No. I didn’t say that. People know we were both unfaithful in our marriage, that’s no secret. I did say that losing the pregnancy was the nail in the coffin where our relationship was involved. And yes, I did write the truth that I went along and agreed with the others because I didn’t think either of us, in our relationship or careers, were ready for it. I feel bad about that now, I’ve told you that years ago.”

“You also promised me years ago you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“That was a promise I made to you when we were married. I didn’t think it mattered now. We both have different lives now and we’re happy.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want it published.”

“Judy.”

“NO!” Judy’s anger melted into grief and she covered her face in her hands sobbing re-living that experience. David softened and placed his hand on her arm but she flinched him away and went on, “Please don’t let the entire world know I was forced to have an abortion. Please. It’s no one’s business, at least not while I’m alive. Columnists will pick up on it and bug me about it and I don’t want to have to re-live it.”

“I didn’t think about that.”

She looked at him with begging, teary eyes, “Please.”

David chewed on his inside cheek a moment, “The book isn’t published yet. I’m not going to take it completely out…” she went to speak but he quickly interrupted her, “I won’t mention the pregnancy or an abortion. But what if I re-worded it as something else like a ‘unfortunate decision was made’ so on and so forth?”

“Oh, would you?”

“If it upsets you that much, yes. Unbeknownst to you, I do still care about you. I honestly didn’t know it’d affect you this much. Plus, I don’t want to get sued,” he said with a wink.

Judy giggled and sniffed as she placed her hand on his arm, “Thank you.”

The following Friday

On the ‘A Star is Born’ set at Warner Bros., the cast and crew all erupted in applause. Director George Cukor just called ‘Print it!’ to Judy’s finale performance of ‘The Man That Got Away’. It had been a very exasperating, and very long, week filming three versions of the song, but they finally got it in the can.

After she finished hugging Tommy, George came over and gave her a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. He had been just as exhausted.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

“That *is* it, right George? I don’t think I can do another one,” she joked sternly.

“It’s perfect. You sound brilliant and you look gorgeous.”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that,” she said walking over to her makeup chair, “Look at me, I’m sweating.”

“After all the takes we did, we’re all sweating, darling.”

Judy giggled and got out her compact mirror.

“Judy,” Helen, her hairstylist said as behind her.

“Yes,” she asked as she checked her red lips which were still perfectly presentable.

 “You have an audience.”

Judy’s eyes moved from her lips to the movement in the reflection of her mirror behind her. She immediately focused on Tyrone Power, who stood there smiling with his hands in his pockets. She was so surprised she barely even noticed Doris Day standing beside him.  

“Wha...” Judy laughed snapping her compact closed before turning to greet them, “If I knew I was performing for you two, I would have done even better!”

Doris waved her hand with an ‘oh please’ expression as she accepted Judy’s hug.

“I don’t think you could have done better,” the blonde said.

“And I think if you come around the set more than you already have been, D.D., we’re going to have to put you in the film,” Judy quipped giggling and she moved her attention to her ex-lover, “Well, hello, there,” she said in a playful voice.

“Well, hello, there,” he said back with the same tone, “I had a meeting with Warner and I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about over here.”

Judy replied as they embraced in a hug, “Apparently it’s my big comeback.”

“Comeback...” he said confused and she leaned back to look at him, “Did you go away?”

For a moment they just smiled at one another still in an embrace until Doris spoke up, “That’s what she always says.”

“Yes. They’re saying this is my comeback since Metro, but I don’t remember disappearing. In fact, there’s a lot more of me.”

She playfully slapped her hips and they all laughed.

“What you just did there, Judy, was phenomenal. I don’t think I’ve ever heard your voice like that,” he said seriously.

“I told you,” Doris quipped to him, “I told you that you would be stunned.”

“She’s already seen the first few different takes we’ve done. So, Dee, what did you think of this one, darling?”

Doris nudged her male friend with her shoulder speaking in a proud manner, “She likes my input.”

“Yes, I do,” Judy giggled and placed a hand around her friend’s waist.

“I think this set, and this dress, sets a better tone for the song to be honest.”

“So, do I. I like the pink, too, but Gene likes this one better. Said it goes better with the red background.” Judy’s eyes met Tyrone’s and he smiled looking at the floor. Obviously, he wasn’t unaware of their marriage. “The brown one wasn’t very flattering,” she continued to Doris, but they were interrupted.

“Brown,” Tyrone spoke up almost insulted as he remembered Judy always in pastels.

“I know,” Judy stated well aware of the poor choice in wardrobe, “With my brown hair and brown eyes and the brown dress, it all sort of melted together.”

“Is Gene here,” Doris asked curious.

“No, not today. He’s working. But our Nanny brought the little one over earlier which was a respite, I gotta tell ya.”

“Kelly isn’t a part of making this film,” Tyrone asked knowing that Gene had been a part of business aspects in other projects.

“No, but he comes to set a lot, of course. I like his ideas and George usually asks for his input as they’re both great directors.”

“He didn’t want to direct this epic, huh,” Tyrone teased.

“Oh,” Judy giggled, “No. I’ve tried that bit before...didn’t work out in the end. I’m not about to jeopardize this one.”

He immediately understood her pun towards her marriage to Minnelli, “But third times a charm.”

“Oh, yes. Third and finale. He’s my honey.”

“Judy,” Doris said looking over her shoulder, “I’m going to say hi to Ray.”

“Alright, darling.”

“How’s it going here? Is it different than Metro?”

“Oh golly, yes. I’m a producer so I get say and they work with my schedule. I’m working hell on it, though. I want it to be really great, you know?”

“Well, from what I have seen so far, it looks swell.”

“Thank you so much for coming. That was a nice surprise.”

“I figured you’d like to see an old friend,” she nodded happily and he went on, “I haven’t seen you since your opening show at the Palace.”

“Has it been that long?”

“Afraid so.”

“How’s Linda,” she asked regarding his wife.

“Oh, she’s fine. We just had our second daughter last month.”

“Oh, how wonderful for you.”

“And you and Gene had a baby last year?”

“She’s almost a year old now.”

“Any more kids in the future?”

“We’ll let God decide, but I’d really like a son.”

“Look at us...” he said giving her a big smile, “...all grown up.” They shared an understanding, sentimental smile together. “It’s really good to see ya, sweetheart,” he said touching her shoulder in a caring manner.

“You, too. Uh,” Judy checked her watch which said 4pm, “We’re having the neighbors over tonight for drinks and poker, around 7, if you’d like to join.”

“Depends on who the neighbors are,” he joked knowing of the ‘Rat Pack’ neighborhood where the Kelly’s lived as they had been written in Hedda Hopper’s column.

Judy giggled and shook her head and he continued, “No, it sounds great. Is Lawford coming?”

“Yes, I think he said he was.”

“I’ll see if I can hitch a ride with him.”  

“You might have to come back to pick him up in the morning. He usually passes out on our lawn furniture,” she giggled.

“I’ll make sure to get Cinderella home safely.”  

“Alright. See you tonight.”

Gene walked into his trailer and slammed the door. Looking ragged as hell, and feeling that way, he plopped down onto the couch and put his baseball cap over his face. Just as he was going to try to take a power nap, thoughts of his wife kept circling around his mind.  

Although happy and excited with her new film, he knew Judy was under a lot of strain with the current sequence they were shooting. The same went for him. He smiled big thinking what if she were in her dressing room trying to catch a breath at this moment, too.  

Groaning as he sat up, he reached for the phone and dialed Warner Bros. As he went through the operator and then the receptionist to be dialed to Judy’s private line in her dressing room, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Hello.”

“Kay,” Gene asked with a mumbled voice as he snapped his lighter shut, “Is that you?”

“Well, I don’t know, dear, who else were you expecting?”

“Someone that is definitely not a tall blonde that’s for sure.”

“Well, if she’s four-foot-eleven, and sounds like heaven, she’s changing.”

 “What are you doing over on the other side of the mountain?”

“I had tea with Elizabeth Taylor.”

“Oo, la, la.”

“Yeah. And I stopped by to see your enchanting wife. She’s had a few visitors today. Doris came with...” Kay was interrupted by Judy’s muffled voice asking who it was, “It’s your old man,” she said away from the phone and then spoke to Gene again, “When I showed up, Judy called her driver away. I’m going to drive her home so we can catch up a little.”

“We’re having the gang over tonight if you want to stay a little when you drop her off.”

“Oh, I would, darling, but Roger and I have tickets to the opera downtown.”

“Oo, la, la, again.”

“I know,” she sighed exaggerating like a Prima Donna, “The things I have to go through.”

“Say, how long does it take her to change,” he teased.

“Well, there’s a lot of...complicated...things...underneath. You should know.”  

“Oh, I know,” he laughed.

Kay laughed back, “Here she is, Gene.”

“Hi, darling.”

Hearing her voice, Gene immediately leaned back against the couch again. It was a like a warm hug.

“Hi, baby.”

Judy’s voice spoke away from the phone, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, Kay, shut the door.”

“If you’re making me shut the door, I know what you’re gonna do, and I’m not waiting,” he heard Kay’s voice getting further way.

“Oh my golly,” her voice became clearer again.

“You sound all chipper. I take it work actually went well today?”

Gene sighed waiting for her to answer but she ignored him, worried, “You sound stressed.”

“I am stressed. I’m stressed, Vince is stressed, Freed is stressed, Cyd is stressed...the only one not stressed is Johnson.”

Judy giggled, “That’s Van for you.”

“Yeah.”  

“Why are you so stressed? A few days ago you were saying how great everything was.”

“Just normal studio bullshit. Nothing is going right today but I don’t want to talk about my work. How did everything go over on your end?”

“We got in the can, Gene. We finally finished the scene.”

“Oh, that’s great, sweetheart. I bet it looks fucking amazing.”

“It was pretty great. I watched it back and I was surprised myself how good it looks.”

He sighed again, “Listen, honey, I won’t be able to come home early like I thought I would. I might not get home until everyone else starts showing up.”

“That’s alright, love. It’s casual anyways.”

“If Frank gets there before me, just tell him to start setting things up.”

“Ok. Oh, hey, can you tell Vincente that my sister dropped Liza off at his house and Holly is with her.”

“Will do.”

Gene turned his head and got silent when he stared out the window. He smiled and exhaled from his cigarette.

It was a long pause until Judy spoke up, “What are you thinking?”

“You know what I'm looking at right now?”

“No, what,” she said in a cutesy tone.

“My trailer is in the same exact spot it was during our first film. I’m looking at the spot your trailer was.”

Judy couldn’t see his smile, but she knew it was a naughty one, “Oh, yeah? Is there a trailer there now?”

“Mm hm.”

“And who’s in that one?”

He snorted, “Howard Keel.”

Judy’s laughter made his stress feel like it was melting off, “Oh, then I have nothing to worry about.”

“You wouldn’t either way.”

“Good to know.”

He was silent a moment again before speaking with a soft tone, “I wish you were here with me like old times.”

Judy knew that when Gene was stressed, his emotions got the better of him. He’d either get all sentimental as he thought of happy memories that would get his serotonin going, or he would get angry and work it off by going on a run, playing sports or indulge in some stress-relief sex. She preferred the latter.  

“You’re turning into Mr. Softy there, buddy. Go back to work and I’ll see you when you get home.”  

“Ok. I love you.”

“I love you more. Muah.”  

After hearing her kissy noise, the line went dead. Gene checked his watch before pushing himself up off the couch.  

Outside, as he turned the corner from his trailer, Van was sitting on his own trailer steps, reading a magazine.  

“Come on, back to work,” Gene said as he walked up to his friend and co-star.

“Have you seen this,” Van asked motioning to the magazine.  

Gene’s eyebrows wrinkled as he lifted to see the front page, “No, but then again, I don’t read ladies magazines.”

“It’s Cyd’s. She said there was a full-page article about Judes. I wanted to read it.”

“What article?”

“The Best Love Affairs of Screen Queens,” Johnson said in a girly voice, “You got top billing on Judy’s page.”

He showed Gene. There, indeed, was a half-page picture of he and Judy at the top. Below was a picture of her and Vince and then her and Dave. But below that, the small print read, ‘The man that could have been’ and there was a picture of Judy and Tyrone Power in 1942 dancing at what looked like Ciro’s.  

Gene looked at his trailer and then the trailer that was in the spot where Judy’s had been during that time. He still saw it clearly. They had just finished ‘My Gal’ and had been deep into their new on-and-off love affair. During pre-productions of their next films, their time together had been more and more sparse. Not to mention, he had a new baby at home as well.  

He hadn’t heard from Judy in weeks at one point and went on his way to talk to her. When he got closer, he saw a man walk out of her trailer and realized it was Tyrone Power. Gene watched, first in surprise, then in anger, as Tyrone walked down the steps tucking his shirt back into his pants. He made no attempt to even hide the indecency. When he was no longer in sight, Gene felt like bursting in there, but he didn’t know for sure. When he got no answer with a knock, he quietly opened the door. Judy was sound asleep on the couch, naked, a blanket wrapped around her. Without waking her, Gene let her be, feeling at the time that he was being replaced.  

Though everyone knew of the Garland-Power affair, as the two had not been secret about it, he never told her what he saw that day. Months later, they’d become lovers again themselves, but that moment still left an imprint on him especially since he had fallen in-love with her. It took him years to admit that, however. Also, to mention the fact that it was public knowledge of her short-lived affair with Power but no one knew about their relationship for seven or eight years.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Here. Get rid of this junk,” Gene said irritated and shoved the magazine back at his friend before walking off.  

The sun was setting as Gene drove towards his neighborhood just past Beverly Hills. He tried to calm down by listening to a football game playing on the radio. Work hadn’t gotten any better, he and Minnelli both had the same frustrations, and decided to call it a day. Then, he had old memories pop up mixed with his already agitated state.

Gene, normally, would just want to have a stiff drink and spend some time alone with his girl, but he had been looking forward all week to their buds coming over. They always lifted his spirits especially when they started acting a fool.

As he turned onto his street, he reminded himself that it was the start of the weekend. He was going to have a good night. There would be no work involved and definitely no men that ‘could have been’.  

Judy walked onto her driveway and called out to her friend as she saw Lauren standing outside her front door with a large Charcuterie tray in her hands shouting something at her husband.

“Darling, do you need help?!”

“No, just yelling at my damn husband to grab the wine!”

Judy giggled and was about to walk back inside when a black Cadillac drove up the driveway followed by a familiar red Jag convertible that parked on the street.  

As Peter Lawford got out of the Jag, Tyrone got out of his Cadillac.

Judy placed her hands on her hips, “I thought you two boys were going to ride together?”

“I was going to but then I thought about all the responsibilities that come with getting Cinderella home on time and I didn’t want to have to deal with that.”

Judy laughed, “It’s good you parked on the street, darling, and not behind one of our cars,” she called out to Peter as he walked up, “I told him that 9 times out of 10, you end up asleep after one of our parties.”

“This time don’t let Sinatra put a Mickey in my drink,” Peter said as he reached over to kiss her on the cheek and continued his way up the driveway.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“No Linda?”

“She’s home with the baby. I told her I would just stop by for a few.”

“I’m glad you came. Please give her congratulations from us when you go home.”

“Will do, thank you, sweetheart.”

“It really is good to see you again.”

“Come here.”  

 She welcomed the embrace and hugged him back tightly as they swayed happily.

When they parted, Judy saw movement in the corner of her eye and turned to see Gene standing there staring at them stunned.  

“Oh, darling,” she said reaching her hand out, “Look who showed up.”

Gene kept walking up towards them and instead of shaking hands with Tyrone who reached his hand out for a friendly handshake, he ignored it and walked right past him leaning towards Judy.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Judy’s eyes widened in almost horror at his reaction, “I-I invited him.”

Gene took a step back from her flabbergasted a moment and then laughed, as if not surprised at all, “Of course you did.”

Judy looked at husband insulted, and when she saw Tyrone extremely uncomfortable, she pushed Gene away a few steps and lowered her voice.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You invited him. Uninvite him.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Oh, I will be now.”

“What is the matter with you?”

He ignored her and looked at Tyrone over her head and spoke politely, “Hey, Power, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“No, he’s not,” Judy said turning around to Tyrone.

“Yes, I am. It’s my house.”

Judy chewed the inside of her lip angry, staring at her husband, completely in shock at his behavior.  

“I see. And here I thought it was *our* house.”

Gene’s face softened a moment before he spoke to Tyrone again, “Please leave *our* property.”

“Is he drunk,” Tyrone asked Judy but before she could answer Gene spoke up sternly.

“Sober as a judge.”

Judy crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. She knew when Gene was drunk, and this was not it.

“Judy invited me over to this get together as a friendly gesture. Can I ask why you’re acting so hostile towards me?”

“All I’m doing,” Gene said calmly with his hands out but with a short fuse, “Is asking you to get off my property.”

Tyrone took a step forward, “And, Kelly, I’m asking you *why*.”

“Yes,” Judy spoke up, “I’d like to know that myself.”

“Oh, shit,” Lauren said as she nearly tripped walking up, “Can someone open the door before I drop this god damn thing?”

Right on cue, Peter came walking back out of the house, “Is the party inside or out here? What’s everybody doing?”

“Petey, keep the door open, would ya,” Lauren said as she headed his way.

“Gene...I’m waiting,” Judy said as the three ignored the other two.

Tyrone snickered to himself, “I guess we know who wears the pants.”

Judy gasped and in reflex stood in front of her husband knowing that kind of comment would cause a fight.

She placed her hands on Gene’s chest, “Oh, no, no, no, no.”

Peter and Lauren walked back towards them realizing things weren’t civil.

Gene pointed at Tyrone over Judy’s head and continued staying calm, but his face was turning red, “Leave.”

“This is who you married?”

Judy looked at Tyrone over her shoulder now getting mad at him. She was well aware that he always liked to antagonize.

“Stop it.”

“Judy, let go of me,” Gene said trying to get her arms away from his waist.

“No. I don’t want you to start a fight.”

“I’m not going to fucking hit him.”

“You do, and I fucking sue you,” Tyrone said back with a hiss.

“Will you shut up,” Judy screeched at Tyrone and placed her hand on his chest now.

Gene watched as his wife stood next to Tyrone and he lost it, “Fine. You won’t ask him to leave. Then watch me.”

Turning, he walked back down the lawn towards where his car was parked.

“Gene,” Judy shouted but he ignored her.

“Hey, what’s the hurry,” Frank said as Gene walked towards him in a huff, but he also ignored Frank and hit his shoulder with his own as he head around the trunk of his car.

“What’s wrong,” Frank called out to Gene, and looked back up at the rest of the folk near the house.

“Gene, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING,” Judy’s angry, and worried, voice called out.

She went to go after him, but Peter immediately ran past her, “I’ll follow him.”

June Allyson and Dick Powell had just gotten out of their car when they saw Gene speed away with his tires screeching and then Lawford chase after him.

“What the hell was that,” Lauren asked stunned.

“I don’t know,” Judy said softly still shell-shocked.

“I’m sorry, Judy. I didn’t mean to cause a scene,” Tyrone said.

“I invited you. But, you didn’t have to go and press him on like that.”  

“He didn’t have to show up a complete asshole for no reason.”

“Oh, there’s gotta be a reason,” Lauren commented.

“He’s not drunk. I know he was stressed at work today, but it can’t just be just that.”

“He doesn’t normally talk to you like that, does he,” Tyrone spoke up.

“Oh, no, no,” Judy immediately defended her husband and Lauren shook her head ‘no’ as well, “It’s not like him at all, believe me.”

“Well, whatever happened, let him cool off. Peter is going to be with him, he’ll be fine. Let’s just all go inside and try to have a good time,” Lauren said and started back towards the front door with Frank following.

“Yes,” Judy said still shaken up and turned to Tyrone, “Darling, I’m sorry, but do you mind terribly if I asked you to go home? I don’t want to be rude, but when he comes back here I don’t want there to be fireworks.”

“I completely understand. But I’d like to know what I did to him to act that way, hm,” he said with raised eyebrows and a smile.

“So would I. Go home and spend time with your new baby. Thank you for coming anyway. And again, I’m terribly sorry.”

“Not a problem,” he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “See you later.”

Gene slammed on his brakes when Lawford's car stopped in front of him at a 4-way stop sign intersection.  

"What the hell you doin'," Gene yelled out the window at his friend.

"What the hell YOU doin'," Peter yelled back.

"I don't know. I just need to let out some steam."

"My house is a few blocks away. Come have a drink with me. You won't have to pay for it," Peter motioned.  

Gene ushered him to go then followed the Jaguar towards Beverly Glen Blvd.

Lauren poured herself another glass of wine in the kitchen as Judy paced around.

"You know, you're going to end up putting a hole in your floor."

"I can't help it. I'm nervous."

"I told you, Peter is with him. He's fine."

"It's been almost two hours.”

"You know them, they're probably having a drink somewhere."

"Oh, lovely. If he was like that sober, I can only imagine what he'll be like coming back here drunk."

"All his anger was directed at Tyrone, not you, and Power left, so I think he'll be ok."

Judy stopped pacing and sighed as she motioned for Betty to pour her a little bit of wine, one of which she had been refusing until now.

"Good girl," Lauren said and took the clean wine glass from her hands.

"It is strange, you know, that it was just Tyrone he was angry at."

"And you have no idea what would have happened for Gene to get so angry at him?"

"Not at all. And from the way Tyrone was acting, it was like he hadn't seen Gene in years so it's not like they go out together or even talk for that matter."

"Well...he is an ex. Maybe it's a jealousy thing," Betty said handing her the glass of white wine.

"Oh, please," Judy said taking the glass from her, "Gene's friends with Vincente and I was married to him."

Lauren nudged her shoulders, "True, but Gene never saw Minnelli as a threat. Maybe he saw Tyrone as one. You two were pretty hot and heavy."

"Oh, yeah, for a whole two seconds," Judy retorted back.

"Oh, is that all it took," Lauren smiled and winked making Judy giggle as they walked out of the kitchen, "Look, come sit down, enjoy your friends and stop worrying."

"Stop worrying," Judy repeated with an exhausted tone, "Oh, that's easier said than done."

"Worrying is pointless because it won't change anything. It's not going to make Gene come back here any faster. Just sit your behind down and try to relax. When he comes home, then you deal with it. And if he comes here shooting bricks, I'll get some of the boys to give him a swift kick in the ass."  

Gene checked his watch as he sat at a red light behind Peter as they head back towards his neighborhood. He had been gone two hours and guilt started to form in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was about to go home to one angry wife, and she had every right to be. But, as Peter had pointed out, their friendship, which eventually turned into a relationship, and now a family, had been built on honesty and communication so that’s what needed to be done.  

He knew that he had to handle Judy in his own way after his explosion hours ago. She’d be pissed, but she had no idea what got over him. She’d be confused, probably worried, and that was the last thing he wanted to do to her.  

“Dammit,” Frank laughed as he slammed his cards down on the poker table, “Judy, you won again.”

Judy smiled with a raised eyebrow, “Hand em ‘over.”

“You’re getting better at this baby,” Bogie said rubbing her back as she scooped up all of Sinatra’s chips.

“You know what we all need to do,” Van commented.

“Vegas,” Powell chimed in.

“Exactly. We should all take a weekend to Vegas and play for some real money.

“Only if Judy goes,” Junie chimed in, “She’s the only one winning around here.”

“I rarely play poker. It must just be my lucky night,” Judy giggled.

“And maybe you’ll actually get lucky tonight,” Dick said with his best Groucho Marx expression.

June slapped her husband’s back after he realized that he forgot the ordeal.

“Well, speaking as a wife myself, even *when* he does come home, that’s a fat chance, right Judy,” Lauren said before taking another sip of her martini.

Judy just gave them all a sly look but didn’t respond.

“It’ll take $500 and an apology,” Bogie joked.

“Alright, what are we playing?”

They all turned to see Lawford walk up clapping his hands together as he walked up to them. Judy was about to ask him where Gene was when she saw him appear in the background. He locked eyes with her and motioned for them to go into his office just there. The group were all silent and watched as the couple walked into the office and shut the door behind them.

In the office, as Gene passed her, Judy placed her hand on her hip and looked at him suspiciously as she recognized he was still as sober as he was when he left.

“I thought you went out drinking with Peter?”

“We went to his house and I had a beer and a shot.”

She sat down on the leather love seat, “You planned this get together, remember? We were looking forward to it all week and then you just leave.”

“I know,” he said with a bit of defeat as he sat in his office chair and leaned back in it, “I’m sorry.”

“So, do you want to explain to me about your outburst was earlier?”

Gene held his hands out, “That’s why we’re in here.”

“Alright, well don’t get an attitude. You’re the one that started talking nonsense out there and started attacking Tyrone for no reason.”

“Oh, there’s a reason,” he said as he put his feet up on the desk.

Judy remained calm, “I know it’s not like you to act that way to someone unless they’ve insulted you in some way.”

Gene nodded, just barely, as he looked down and fiddled with his shirt.

“Gene, talk to me. What are you doin’?”

“I’m just frustrated.”

“At what?”

“You’re gonna think I’m nuts,” he warned her.

“I already think you’re nuts, but go ahead,” she said leaning back crossing her legs.

“I saw some article today in some magazine and it mentioned you and Tyrone…”

“Article? Gene, you know there’s nothing but rubbish in those things.”

“Will you just listen? It said he was the ‘could have been’ in your line of marriages and I don’t normally pay attention to that shit but you and Tyrone weren’t just some rumor. You guys were an item once…or whatever the hell you were.”

“About a million years ago,” she interrupted with exasperation.

“But,” he interjected, “It reminded me of something I saw.”

“What do you mean, ‘you saw’?”

“Back when we were together…”

“Which time,” she said sarcastically, crossing her arms really not interested in this conversation that hinted at some jealousy of his way before they were even married.

“Oh, now who’s the one with an attitude,” he said getting angry, “The first time!”

“Shhh,” Judy said shocked at how serious he became, “Alright, you saw something. I’m listening.”

“After we had first gotten together, one day I saw Tyrone coming out of your trailer,” Judy shifted uncomfortable as she well remembered the only time Tyrone had been in her trailer was when they were intimate, “And he made no reservations to hide what had been going on when he came out zipping up his fucking pants.”

“Darling, you know we…”

“Yes, Judy, I know,” he said angry at himself as he stood up out of his chair, “I know you were with other people when we had some time apart. But you have no idea how that made me feel seeing it actually happen. I walked into your trailer thinking, maybe he had just gone to the bathroom or something, but you were naked sound asleep. What got to me was that we went all those years being so secretive about us, but everyone knew when you were having affairs with Tyrone or Joe.”

“We were more careful about our relationship because we actually protected one another. We were falling in love so it was more meaningful which meant we could have gotten hurt more easily…or so I thought.”

Gene rubbed the back of his neck pacing in front of her, “No, you’re right.”

“Why is this even an issue right now? I didn’t go nuts on you when I found out you slept with that chorus girl when we did Pirate. Because I knew it was meaningless and that you’d always be by my side. I had no right to get jealous over that and you have no right to get jealous now. And you had no right to treat him the way you did because of something that happened over ten-fucking-years ago and lasted a minute. You were the one that wanted to take a break because of *your* family.”

They were both aware that his decision to do that hurt her which prompted her to find comfort elsewhere during her separation from David.

“I realize that, baby.”

“Then what’s gotten into you,” she said standing up from the couch to be more eye level with him, “Jesus Christ, Gene, we’re married now. We have a family together, a home.”

“Imagine how I felt seeing that article when I still have issues buried deep down from our relationship at Metro then coming home and seeing you two hugging. I know I should have moved on by now but it’s all still here,” he said putting his fist against his heart. “I know I overreacted. That’s why I’m frustrated with myself. Maybe it’s all the stress from work lately or maybe it’s the bullshit that happened with David last weekend, I don’t know.”

Seeing Gene soften, made Judy soften, “I didn’t realize all of that still affected you.”

“I didn’t think it did. I guess I just swept it under the rug.”

“Well, you can’t heal without confronting it. I’m not happy with how you acted, but it is good to get it out.”

“I can tell ya one thing, the past is not the past, baby.”

“It sure as hell isn’t. At least not in our house,” she giggled and he smiled, his crow’s feet deepening as she slithered her arms around his waist looking up at him, “Do you feel better now?”

“I always feel better when you do that,” he said running his hands along her arms to her back to push her closer.

“How about this,” she smiled and perched her lips up at him and he leaned down to give her a kiss.

“Oh, yes, definitely that.”

“Good. And later tonight, I’ll the one making you relax.”

Gene raised his eyebrows naughtily and rearranged her so his arms could go around her waist seductively, “Let’s go to bed now. Go boot em’ all out.”

Judy laughed, “No.”

“Oh, wifey…” Bogey said with a cigarette between his lips as he contemplated the poker cards in his hand. Lauren stood far behind him, outside the office door, smoking, her ear not exactly touching the door but she was definitely being sneaky, “Whatchudoin’?”

“Nothin’,” she said innocently.

“Well, why don’t you come over here and do ‘nothin’.”

Frank walked up to Lauren and placed his ear against the door, “Are they fuckin’?”

Just then, the door opened making Frank lose his balance, but Lauren grabbed his arm to stead him.

“Not with you perv’s listening,” Gene answered.

Frank straightened up and tried to act nonchalant, “I was just making sure neither of you were, ya know, throwin’ punches.”

“Mm hm,” Judy said as Gene placed his hand on her lower back and led her away to join their friends.

Lauren exhaled her cigarette and made a sly eye to Sinatra, “Smooth.”

The end

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