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[george-mackay-macfine]

Fight Club. Part 2

Requested: Yes / No

Synopsis: Part two to fight club.

Word Count: 3,324

“So you and MacKay, on again?” Jane asked as we sat on the bay window in our recently acquired apartment.

“Off again,”

“What?” I cried, “I thought you two were getting passed all your idiotic shit,”

“We were till I saw him with another girl two weeks ago,” I huffed, “He had his arm wrapped around her, so I’ve been ignoring him,”

“I wish you’d told me that sooner,” Jane frowned guiltily,

“What did you do,”

“Baby,” His voice sent chills up my spine, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,”

“Didn’t try hard enough,” I muttered picking up my vodka and coke.

“Well after you ignored my first sixteen phone calls, I figured you needed to get the stick out of your arse,”

“I’m going to go see Dean,” Jane muttered as I spun around to face the dangerously hot man I’d been fucking for the past three months,

“Are you serious?”

“What is this about, because I know you don’t believe that I’m fucking another girl behind your back,”

“Really? Because you have before,”

“Low blow,”

“Truthful,” I picked my drink back up as George sat across from me.

“I told you, you’re it for me so what’s going on?”

“I don’t know if we’re going to work George,”

“Why?”

“We’re opposite’s,”

“Who attract, try again.”

“It’s not something I can explain. You’re just… You seem… dangerous—like someone I should stay away from. All the fighting,” I elaborated.

“Dangerous,” He repeated. “Okay, so you do like me, but that scares you because I’m different than the straight-laced guys you fucked before I came back into your life and showed you what a fuck really was?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Would you prefer something else?” My mouth dropped open.

“You’re insane.” His blue eyes were piercing.

“You like it.” I shook my head.

“I don’t.”

“If you didn’t, you’d be long gone.” I sighed. I did like it, and this exchange was getting me hot under the collar. “God, you have a pretty smile.”

“Stop that,” I mumbled.

“So back to clarifying…” George cleared his throat. “If that’s my other girlfriend, what are you?” Oh shit. It was a trap. We’d never clarified what we were, we just said we were it for each other, and now I’d gone and baited myself. I folded my legs under myself and pushed up, forgetting about the ankle I’d rolled trying to avoid George on campus. I yelped and fell forward, face-planting into George’s chest knocking us both off balance. George fell off the seat and landed on his ass, and I landed on top of him. George’s tongue poked out to lick his lips, a small silver ball on it.

“Did you?” I whispered amazed at the small silver ball, He’d only gone and pierced his fucking tongue.

“Answer the question,”

It would have been the perfect position under different circumstances.

“I’m just the girl you’re stalking.” George wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me where I was.

“I think you like me stalking you.” I snorted a very unfeminine snort.

“Well, you’re a criminal, so of course you’d think that.”

“We’re back to that, are we? Don’t you think the stereotype is getting a little old?” The arm around my waist tightened. His eyes dropped from mine and focused on my chest that pressed against his. “I don’t know if you know this, but this shirt is pretty much transparent. I can see your bra through it. And that’s a lot of cleavage you’ve got going on there.” He stuck a finger in it to demonstrate. “If I was your boyfriend, I don’t think I’d be all that happy that you wore it to around campus today. Especially paired with this skirt and knowing what weirdo’s people are.” George’s hand eased lower to my ass giving it a little squeeze.

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re not my boyfriend then, isn’t it?”

“Definitely a good thing,” George squeezed harder and shifted under me. “Way better that I’m just stalking your fine ass.”

We stared at each other for a half-second before I yanked off his beanie, shoved my hands into his hair and plastered my mouth to his.

George cupped the back of my head and rolled us over so he was on top. The seam at the back of my skirt gave way with a huge tear as I forced opened my legs so George could fit himself between them. We dry-humped the living hell out of each other as we made out in the middle of my living room floor.

I grabbed the hem of his hoodie and yanked it up, pulling it over his head when there was a break in the kiss. His white T-shirt came off with it. Under all those clothes was his seriously cut body that’d I’d missed exploring.

“I’ve done another thing since you last saw me,”

“Oh?” He nodded his head, “What?”

“You’ll find out.” I ran my hands over his chest and down his abs. “Badass enough for a stalker?” George asked, that damn dimply smirk curving the corner of his mouth.

“You must be the king of badass stalkers.” I tried to pull him back down for another kiss but George sat back on his heels. He untucked my shirt from my skirt.

“I don’t think you’ll be wearing this shirt again.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t have any buttons.” He grabbed the hem on either side and pulled. The buttons popped off, pinging against his ripped chest—seriously, all that fighting did a body good. I didn’t even care that he’d ruined my sort-of slutty professional shirt. I thanked the gods of bra design for the little heart-shaped front clasp on the one I was wearing. I opened it and set the girls free. They were like homing devices for George’s hands. He cupped them immediately, separating his fingers so my nipples peeked through. Jesus. He really did look like a criminal—an incredibly hot criminal who’d broken into my house - technically he was invited, but still.

George ducked his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and arched as I fumbled around, searching for the buckle on his belt. Finding it, I freed the clasp and went for the button on his jeans. There wasn’t a zipper to make him easier to access. It buttoned all the way down. It was hard to concentrate while he continued the nipple sucking and biting, but I finally managed to get them all undone. I took a deep breath I missed this part of him, two weeks is too long I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

“Thank God,” I muttered watching as George lifted his head.

“Worried I wasn’t going to have a dick anymore?” I stroked the length, getting a feel for how much there was once again until I hit something that didn’t feel like it belonged. I looked between us, but it was dark down there. I put a hand on his chest so I could check it out a little better.

“Is that a—” I brushed the steel with my thumb. Not only was George now sporting an above-average cock, but it was also now pierced. I met George’s amused gaze. “I want to know what that feels like.”

“Go ahead and touch it all you want.” George’s mouth went slack as I stroked him a few times.

“No.” I licked his lips. “I mean I want to know what it feels like from the inside.” George grinned.

“Should I assume you’re not talking about the inside of your mouth?” I thought for less than a second. I could do the whole blow job thing another time. Besides, knowing my luck, I’d end up sucking the ball right off the piercing and that would result in a trip to the hospital. I’d been fantasizing about being pounded by George since the last time he’d pounded me, a long two weeks ago. I shook my head.

“Not the inside of my mouth.”

“Just to clarify, are you asking me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.” George pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and slapped it on the coffee table beside us. Then he stripped off his pants. George didn’t bother taking off my skirt. He just shoved it up to my hips and dragged my panties down my legs. He lifted his hot gaze to hers. “Did you bedazzle your pussy for me?”

“What?”

“It’s all sparkly.” I lifted my head and tried to see what George was seeing, but I’d have to pull off a seriously difficult yoga pose to make that happen. He rubbed the crest of my pelvis with his thumb and held it up for me to see: pink sparkles.

“Jane,” I growled remembering how she’d thrown glitter on me to try and cheer me up this afternoon. George nodded as if he understood. He dropped his eyes again, along with his hand. He rubbed a slow circle around my clit, then went lower, sliding a finger inside. “Later, I’m going to eat that pretty little pussy of yours. It’s perfect.” I was sure all my sex parts had just exploded in their own glitter bomb of excitement.

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Oh, it will be.” George grabbed me by the hips and dragged me closer. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” A shiver raced up my spine, goosebumps breaking out across my skin. George circled my clit with the head of his cock, then slid low, teasing me with the tip. “How do you want it, baby?”

“Huh?” I was too focused on the feel of his cock nudging me to hear the question.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He leaned over me, slipped low, and eased inside. “Hard and fast, or slow and easy?” His question inspired an image of being pretzeled into some porn-star position and pounded. It was exactly what I expected. Except that wasn’t what I got.

George stayed deep, rolling his hips, hitting sensitive places inside my body. I held on to his shoulders, submerged in sensation as that piercing worked its magic and brought her to the edge of an orgasm, then dropped-kicked me right over the edge into heaven.

Sometime in the middle of the night, a police siren’s bloop woke me out of a very dead sleep. Shivering, I turned into George’s arms, seeking warmth. The chill from the night air danced across my naked skin, lining it with goosebumps. We need a blanket, I thought but then changed my mind.

The bright yellow streetlight shone through the apartment windows and across George’s chest. He slept in the nude, like any self-respecting, criminal underground boxer would. Smiling to myself, I turned my attention to his face. Over his strong jaw and scruffy cheeks, his eyes remained shut, his breathing deep and rhythmic.

I would never have ever imagined myself in bed with George as he was now, maybe the George I’d fallen for in high school, but I never thought I’d be with this version of George. I giggled softly. He was so different, but even now he was still the same George.

I shifted to get a better look at him. His dick piercing winked in the window light, cutting through the darkness and her thoughts. I winked back, giddy upon remembering his words. ‘Should I assume you’re not talking about the inside of your mouth?’

The plan formulated in my mind, seizing me from the inside out. Bold I was not. Ever. But with George, something spurred me on. Maybe it was his reckless abandon of convention or the way he pushed me to be free. I felt it warming me again. I wanted to borrow some of his bold. Maybe inherit it a little.

“Midnight snack,” I whispered and slipped from beneath his arm. As I moved, he remained asleep, but his brows furrowed together. His mouth slanted and his arm stretched as if seeking me out. My heart squeezed and my stomach dipped. His long, lean body shifted, scratching against the carpet as he slung an arm over his eyes. The other scratched his stomach before falling to rest against my leg.

Our clothes were strewn across my living room. Belts, shoes, jeans, and then I spied his T-shirt. I pulled it over my head, relishing the scent that surrounded me. Looking down at myself in it, I realised I looked wanton—all mussed and ruffled, the picture of properly fucked.

I needed to get this show on the road.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I sized up my best approach. I wanted nothing more than to feast on him, savour him fully and feel the ball at his tip against my lips. His hands in my hair. My name on his breath. But I needed to move slowly, gently, for maximum effect.

Careful not to disturb him, I moved into position from the side. The prickly rug rubbed against my belly. It wasn’t helping the butterflies already in there. Deep breaths in and out were my saving grace as I inched my mouth down and around him. Once, twice, three times, and then I was no lady.

Lust roared through me on a moan and took over. All sense of slow and steady went out the window on the breeze. In a flash, he was awake.

“Y/N,” He gasped, muscles bunching beneath my hand as I dipped again. “Y/N, what are—oh, fuck,” I nipped at him playfully. Just a bit, but it was enough for his entire body to snap with tension.

“Midnight snack,” I informed him, dizzy with need as I plunged my mouth around his cock again. One hand cupped him, and I reached the other between my legs to lessen the throbbing. George caught my hand before it hit home. “No,” He ground out, his body angling up off of the rug. I knew he must be getting close. When I tried to reach my pussy again, he slapped my hand away.

“My turn,” He demanded, smoothing his palm over my ass and down my thigh.

With each pass, he got closer to where I wanted him. Needed him. Two fingers traced from my hip to my thigh and back up. He swirled them around until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I begged around his cock, rubbing the tip between my lips. I shook my ass in jest. Something to spur him into action

“Oh, baby, you don’t know what you’re in for.” He surged up and slid backward to lean against the couch cushions we’d pulled down last night. His hard cock slipped out of my mouth, and I whimpered a full-blown you-took-away-my-candy whimper. I was fairly certain I pouted as well. “Give it here,” He said with a light slap to my ass. Instead, I crawled away, brushing my knees against the rug, taking my ass out of his grasp as I looked over my shoulder. He’d slouched comfortably like he was ready to relax and watch television, but it just so happened he was naked and his hand was moving up and down leisurely over his cock. His eyes, though. They let me know this was no game to him. He was going to devour me.

With narrowed eyes, I wiggled my ass for him to come to me.

“I said,” He repeated slowly, his finger signalling for me to come forward, “Give it here.”

“No,” I quipped, marching away on all fours. Quickly, he caught my ankle and pulled me back. The rug burn would hurt like hell in the morning, but for now, it did nothing but kindle the fire. His legs were spread, his cock jutted up, and I tried to reach for it …

“Not yet,” He barked, pulling one of my legs over his body so I straddled him, still facing away from him. “Give it here,” He urged, laying his hands on my calves. He massaged, deep and just a tad too hard, and waited for me to catch on to what he wanted.

“You can’t mean…” I dropped my head to look at him from below. Upside down, he peered at me, watching my breasts sway with my shuddering breath.

“I can mean,” He said, smacking his lips as his eyes drank in my pussy. “And I want.” His hands came to rest below her hips, guiding me back slowly.

Anticipation choked me as my pussy came close enough to feel his warm breath.

Shifting, he tipped my hips up to meet his waiting mouth. His tongue dipped and swirled. Slowly, he kissed me. Fucked me with his mouth until my arms, weak like jelly, gave out. I managed to prop herself up at an angle: ass in the air, my forearms on his legs.

“You had your midnight snack,” He said against my pussy. “This is my breakfast.”

I pushed back as George lunged forward, burying his tongue inside me. He ravaged me, unrelenting, unforgiving.

“Holy fu—” I began when I felt the ball, the tiny silver ball wreaking havoc on my clit. His hands came up and slid me apart. Fingers, tongue, lips, and a little teeth. I was melting from the inside out.

“Please,” I gasped, reaching for something to hold on to before I fell. He wouldn’t let me slip. Not yet. Not until he’d had his fill. I knew that even in the haze of my building orgasm. I felt him shift, legs spreading while his upper body shifted to take the weight of my legs onto his shoulders.

Closer to his mouth.

Jesus Christ.

I surrounded him, and he me. My cheek brushed his cock, and he moaned, the vibration rumbling through my entire being.

“You fucked…” I paused, my eyes rolling back, my awareness heightened from the sensations of his lips on mine. “You took. Now I want.” With a cry, I took him in my mouth again and lavished, meeting his actions with my own. For every lick, suck, and nibble, I gave a swallow, a pump, and a run along the shaft with my teeth, which I’d realised he loved.

“Y/N,” A warning, He was going to come.

“George,” An answer, I wasn’t stopping. I was lost in the single-minded focus of making him come, of losing myself to his mouth and—fuck! He added fingers now.

“Come on me,” he begged. He was losing it. We both felt it. Precise movements gave way to harried and frantic actions, that final climb to the top before we both fell over.

One more time I swallowed, deep, and with a groan, he let go. I kept going, enjoying the way all her senses lit up on the build of my orgasm.

“Please, Y/N,” I heard him say. Or I thought I did. I teetered on the wire until he pinched the nerve, and I snapped. Overwhelmed by the emotional surge, I felt tears streaming down my face, running over my nipples and dropping on his still-shaking legs. He slowed, kissing me reverently before helping my weak body into a more comfortable position.

Quietly, we laid together, breathing heavily. I felt dizzy, weak, and happier than I’d been in forever. After a few minutes, George’s breathing slowed to a normal pace. I figured he had typical-man syndrome and had fallen back asleep like a lump after he’d destroyed me, I was wrong.

“My girl?” He whispered lips pressed against my forehead.

“Your girl,” An agreement.

“Wear your uniform to the next fight and let me fuck you in the bathrooms,”

“You’ve only just cum, and you’re already making plans for your next turn?”

“What can I say? You do this sort of thing to me,” He chuckled his arms holding me tighter. “Do you like the piercings?”

“I love the piercings,”

[jjk-emotrash]

Blood and Gasoline - Chapter 6

Type: Mafia!AU

Group/s: Mainly BTS, Got7, Blackpink

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (OC), Jikook x Reader (OC)

Safety: NSFW

Warnings (Whole Fic): Swearing, Violence, Prostitution, Misogyny/Anti-Feminist Views, Torture, Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Death, SOME Fluff

Word Count: 4.6k

Masterlist

Hectic is the only way to describe the following week; training with Jackson in the morning, rehearsals with the girls in the afternoon and every night Y/N would perform at the club in a variety in skin-tight, exceedingly revealing, sparkly outfits then sit by Yoongi's side in his private booth -drinking and laughing with the boys. Y/N got closer to Jimin over the course of the week as he drove her to and from the club, their conversations relatively short but sweet. She learned that, when Jimin could help it, he was a lover, not a fighter - though, apparently, was skilled with many weapons. As he told it, he never saw himself as a violent person but after getting himself kicked out of college for almost killing someone with his own two hands when they pissed him off a little too much, he started to realise how violent he could get. Even his own mother was scared of him when he got angry. Y/N couldn’t understand for the life of her how anybody could be scared of such a sweet looking face, so soft and gentle with his slightly rounded cheeks and plump lips. However, as he told her the story, she decided to never get on Jimin’s bad side - never wanting to see that beautiful, happy face contort into pure malice and rage.

Her fight training with Jackson was something she was apprehensive about, having never fought anyone before. However, she settled into the routine pretty quickly and actually enjoyed the cathartic nature of her training sessions, allowing her to release all of her pent-up anger and stress. They started simply, him merely testing her strength and stamina in a series of brain-numbing workouts on the gym equipment that left her muscles aching. After thoroughly assessing her ability, he finally decided to teach her the basic fighting techniques. Knowing her flexibility from dance and surprising strength for someone who had never fought, after teaching her how to block a hit, he taught her how to force push someone away with a kick to the chest.

“Get this right Y/N, and you could quite easily knock someone off their feet,” Jackson told her as he puts on a padded vest “or at the very least push them back enough to stun them so you can try to get away.”

At first, she wasn’t so confident and was lacking in motivation – also not wanting to do it wrong and accidentally hurt him, or herself. After some reassurance, she tried again, and again, and again, until eventually, she managed to push her teacher back an inch.

“Well done, Y/N. You’ll be able to take me down in no time if you keep training like this.” He said with a smile and patted her sweat soaked back, “I think we should stop here for today, go have a shower and then I’ll meet you for lunch.”

During Friday's training session, he goes over everything they had done that week, Y/N managing to push him back on the third attempt, before he decided that she was ready to start learning to shoot. At the sound of that, her face goes pale and she gulped nervously as he pulls out a gun. Jackson taught her all the important information she would need if she were to fire a gun correctly and without injury to herself. Her hands shook when he told her to fire a blank at the dummy set up in the corner.

“Oh no, I can’t do that-” She started nervously.

“Y/N. You are here to learn to defend yourself. There’s only so much Jungkook can do to protect you. Now shoot the dummy.” He said slowly to calm her as he guides her into the correct position. She yelped slightly as she pulled the trigger, her arms coming up over her head to avoid injury as he showed her. When she looks over at the dummy, there is a small red dot on its waist.

“That was pretty good for your first shot. But it does help if you don’t close your eyes,” he teased her and chuckled, making her laugh slightly. “Try again.”

He stepped back to let her concentrate. She took a deep breath and positions herself before aiming for the x marking where the heart is. Pulling the trigger for the second time, she doesn’t flinch. The bullet missed the target but it was definitely more controlled. She sighed and smiled tightly.

This is going to take some getting used to…

That night, Y/N had another encounter with Taehyung. Now knowing his true intentions and “lifestyle”, she allowed herself to joke with him a little but doesn’t forget who he is and what she is now to him. Taehyung doesn’t forget either so doesn’t push his limits too far, only making a few flirty comments and buying her a drink after her performance. She knows Yoongi’s eyes are on her the entire time but it doesn’t stop her from sharing a drink with the man, she also knew that for some reason that the blonde won’t try to hurt her in such a crowded space. A voice in the back of his head told him that he should not be so nice to her now she is technically his rival but for whatever reason, he felt the need to be gentler with her. And not just so he could try to get in her pants. He couldn’t explain it and didn’t want to try figuring it out; he had other more important things to occupy his headspace…

Saturday flew by without hassle and on Sunday Y/N had her first gang meeting. The group sat around the dining table dressed casually, a platter of pastries in the centre of the table for anyone to eat. She sat between Lisa and Jimin, him poking her repeatedly on the thigh to ease her nerves, the small gesture on his part making her have to struggle to contain her giggles. She punched his thigh gently in response and he grins widely at her, his eyes creasing. The meeting started with a quick review of how Y/N has settled in, Yoongi questioning both her and Jackson on how her training has gone. Pleasantly surprised by their responses and happy that she is doing well, he moved on to more pressing issues and the reason for the meeting.

“With Taehyung’s frequent appearances at the club over the past two weeks, I think it is safe to assume that the rest of the gang is in town as well.” A heavy silence fell over the table. “I have decided that we are going to have a small private party at the club on Wednesday. Smaller associated gangs will attend, as well as the Scorpions.”

Immediately a chorus of protests were thrown at the boss.

“Are you fucking crazy? Do you understand how badly this could end?” Mark fired at his boss but the man didn’t seem fazed by the outburst.

“As long as everyone stays calm, nothing will go wrong. That being said, I want you all armed. Just in case” Yoongi made a point of looking Y/N in the eye, causing a shiver to run down her spine, before turning to look at the other dancers. “Girls, you are free to join the party, no escort duties necessary.” They nod and thank him, the side of his mouth quirking up in response. “Yugyeom, you’ll assume your usual post – Bam Bam will be expecting a delivery.” He nodded and calculates something in his head.

“Who’s ‘Bam Bam’?” Y/N whispered to Lisa

“One of our rival gang’s henchmen, and druggie.” She whispered back, “He’s also a massive flirt, and a firm believer in ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’. So, stay away.”

Y/N giggled slightly then turned her attention back to Yoongi. He continued talking about plans, asking Jimin to hack into the rival gang’s systems and send them an invitation, and Mark to have some of his “speciality” – whatever the hell that was - on hand. With that, they all stood and left the room.

The gang spent the next two days planning the party, Jimin successfully managing to send the rival gangs in the area invitations to the party. They all responded saying that they would be attending. With the party looming, the gang grew more and more stressed. Yoongi could be heard yelling at many points during the day, the only person he didn’t scream at was Y/N. In fact, he actually went upstairs and sat with her in her room to let some steam off, practically begging her for a distraction. She told him some more about her life pre-gang and he listened carefully, trying to ingrain as much information as he could about her in his head as humanly possible. Before leaving to go to his study, he gave Y/N a quick kiss to her knuckles as a thank you for calming him down.

“Thank you, darling” He murmured softly, the pet name a new addition to their agreement. She blushed and hummed in response. He stood and left without looking back; she flopped down on the bed with a groan.

By the time the party rolled around, the gang appeared to be completely calm. All were dressed immaculately, looking more like models than dangerous criminals. The boys all wore their usual designer black slacks and perfectly shined shoes, silver chains hanging around all of their necks; the four experienced girls wore tight mini dresses in jewel tones, each with their own personal style, accompanied by sparkling gold heels. Y/N, on the other hand, wore a long, figure-hugging, black dress with a slit travelling up to the middle of her thigh and on her feet, a beautiful set of red heels.

Jungkook, hair parted to the side and blood red shirt perfectly hugging his toned chest under a black velvet jacket, travelled with her to the club, holding her hand the whole time. Her driver, Jimin talking to her like normal to calm her nerves also looked stunning with his black silk shirt unbuttoned at the top and hair styled up, accentuating his strong cheekbones and jawline. She walked into the club with a boy on each arm, feeling confident and beautiful yet strangely out of place. Being new to everything and knowing that a lot of people in the club could kill her if they so wished, she gripped onto the boys tightly making them snicker.

“Nervous?” Jimin asked with a soft, teasing smirk gracing his lips.

“No shit.” she replied almost immediately and he laughs, the sound settling her nerves a little.

“You’ll be fine, just act like you belong here - which you do, by the way - act like you’re the most important person in the room, and nobody will question it.” Jungkook reassured her as the two boys escort her to the bar for a drink.  

As time progressed and after consuming a few glasses of her usual drink of choice, she started to relax and enjoy herself at the party. Jungkook’s arm stayed tight around her waist with Jimin and Yugyeom close by as they talked to the associated gang members, male and female. All were unnervingly beautiful and it caused her anxiety to creep up on her. However, it dissipated with every sip of the pink alcohol in her hand.

About an hour into the party, Jisoo found her and practically dragged her onto the dance floor where she was met with three pairs of mischievous eyes belonging to the female dancers that were quickly becoming a lot like sisters. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle and danced with the girls, those surrounding them ogling their every move, desperate to see more. Dancing for what felt like hours, she eventually had to take a break much to the dismay of the dancers and the onlookers. She blew them all a kiss before walking back to the bar and receiving a low whistle from Mark, who was leaning against the bar with a pint of beer in hand.

“I thought you were off-duty,” he said and smirked slightly, his eyes glinting mischievously. Mark looked devilishly handsome, his white shirt accentuated by the hints of silver thread.

“I am,” she laughed and asked Yugyeom to get her a gin and tonic, “But what’s a party without a bit of dancing?”

He laughed and nodded “I conquer,” he downed the rest of his pint and pays Yugyeom for Y/N’s drink “Just be careful, beautiful. Those men are savages.”

“And you’re not?”

He only smirked and winked at her before walking into the group of dancing people leaving her chuckling at him. She stood watching the club and chatting with Yugyeom like she had on many other nights before, him having to leave to deal with this ‘Bam Bam’ guy after a while, and felt calmer than she had in a week. Yes, she had been at the club almost every night over the week but she never got to properly relax. She always had to be performing and faux-flirting with Yoongi in his booth. Tonight, she was free of most worries and expectations.

That was until Yoongi eventually came over to get himself another drink, which Yugyeom immediately gave him, and he brushed a kiss to Y/N’s temple. Her body tingled momentarily before she remembered her position in the gang. Yoongi’s ‘consort’. They had to make it look like she was his completely like they had been doing all week. Swallowing her pride, she snaked an arm over his shoulder. He smirked darkly and leaned in so his mouth was level with her ear, his free hand resting on her waist. To any onlooker, it would’ve looked like they were a couple stealing a quick moment away from the chaos of the party. To those that knew better, the sight was strangely saddening.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered to her gently, his tone completely contrasting everything else about his protective aura.

“I’m okay, this is actually really fun.” She replied happily and absentmindedly played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She could swear he growled slightly and tightened his grip on her waist at the action but she brushed it off.

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Don’t have too much fun though, don’t think I didn’t see you dancing for all those men earlier.”

She blushed slightly but smirked nonetheless, wanting to play her role well.

“Did you enjoy the show, Sir?” She all but purred into his ear.

This time, she definitely heard him growl.

“Very much so.” He said, the hand on her waist travelling to the small of her back and pulling her closer. “I’ll see you later, darling.” He kissed her once more, this time dipping his head to press his lips to her jaw, and left her to go up to his booth where Namjoon was waiting for him with a few other associated gang leaders.

After Yoongi left her side, Yugyeom came over to top up her drink and muttering so only she could hear something about putting on a "great performance, your majesty". Receiving a smack on the arm from Y/N, he laughed and returned to his other customers. However, she didn't stay alone for much longer than a few minutes.

"Hello again, beautiful," said a deep and annoyingly familiar voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to the blonde, "Hello, Taehyung. Enjoying the party?"

"Not as much as you apparently,” he smirked and glances behind her to Yoongi’s booth, “how does it feel being Yoongi's new whore?" he asked with the intention of hitting a wound but it misses.

"Pretty good, not gonna lie." she quickly retorts and drinks a mouthful of her G+T, he laughed.

"When I heard about your master’s latest conquest, I didn’t even think about the possibility that it could be you but I have to say - I'm not disappointed. I knew you had some bite in you." He smirked and placed a hand on her hip, but she quickly pushed it away.

"Didn't you ever learn not to touch things that aren't yours?" Y/N questioned with a seemingly innocent smile. He merely scoffed and leaned against the bar. The two continue talking for a few minutes, Jungkook then coming over to join them. Taehyung immediately tensed as Jungkook’s hand none too subtly brushed against Y/N’s, making a show of his obvious protective instincts over her.  

“You two seem abnormally close for people who only met last week.” Taehyung stated bitterly as his eyes lock with Jungkook’s in a fierce glare.

“What’s it to you, Taehyung, it’s not like you didn’t just meet last week. And for the record, we didn’t first meet a week ago.” Jungkook bit back through gritted teeth.

“Boys, calm down.” Y/N attempted to ease the tension then turned to the tall blonde scowling at her bodyguard, “If you must know, for whatever twisted reason, Taehyung – Jungkook and I knew each other as children. Happy?”

Taehyung nodded curtly at her response but didn’t break the glaring contest that seemed to be going on between the two boys.  Y/N could only sigh at them disapprovingly and resort to downing the rest of her drink. They stood in an awkward standoff for another few seconds before Namjoon came and broke them out of it by stepping between them to get to the bar. Y/N silently thanked the dimpled man and chuckled to herself at the sight of the two surprised boys looking at a completely unfazed Namjoon. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, jaw clenched before securing Y/N’s hand in his and squeezing it in apology. She scoffed and unlaced their hands. He shook his head slightly in surprise and looked at her only to find her looking right back with an eyebrow raised, daring him to question her. He didn’t.

Namjoon walked away, with a small wink at Y/N and whispering something the Jungkook who nods once in response, and leaves them in peace. But it doesn’t last long. Just as Taehyung was about to make another probably snarky remark, the loud crash of breaking glass was heard from the other side of the club and then all hell broke loose. Suddenly bullets were flying, a fire was burning bright and slowly filling the room with smoke and Y/N was being forcefully dragged out of the club by Jungkook. She looked back and is horrified by the sight of countless, bodies on the ground in a puddle of their own blood. Y/N choked on her breath and forced herself to keep moving despite wanting to break down then and there.

Jungkook took her out to the car then grips her shoulders to check that she hadn’t somehow been hurt in the small journey from the bar to the car. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of a small cut on her cheek where a small piece of glass had caught her skin but he quickly let it go, knowing her injury was extremely minor. Jimin then ran over, gun in hand and jacket disposed of. His hair was dishevelled and a gash graced his jaw but he didn’t seem to care.

“Are you okay?” His voice was raspy as he spoke and opened the door for her to get in.

“I think so…” She got into the vehicle as Jungkook turned to leave, pulling out his gun and double checking how many rounds of ammo he had. Noticing, she grabbed onto his free hand and pleads for him to stay with her wide, scared eyes but he just pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles and ran back into the gunfire. Jimin closed her door then rounded the car to get into the driver’s seat and quickly speeding off to the mansion, jaw clenched the entire time and constantly checking on Y/N’s crumbling state in the rear-view mirror. In the exceedingly short time it took for them to arrive back at the mansion, Y/N was restless in her seat – trembling, her breathing frantic as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. Jimin cursed under his breath and goes to her immediately, slamming his door shut in the process.

“Y/N calm down, you’re safe now.” He tried to calm her as he unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her to face him, “Look at me Y/N.”

She looked at him and he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Nothing can hurt you here. I promise.”

She took a few deep breaths and nodded before standing and walking to the front door with Jimin by her side protectively. He ushered her inside and watched as she took off her heels and shook her hair out to calm herself.

“Will everyone be okay?” She asks and leans against the wall, her face contorted with worry.

“We can only hope,” He answers hoping for the same thing. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks against it, choosing instead to give her a quick hug and whispered to stay safe before running out to the car and speeding back to the club.

After he was out of sight, Y/N ran upstairs to the bedroom to put on her pyjamas. She carefully took the gun out of her thigh holster that Lisa had given her and placed it on the bed whilst she got changed. She started to leave the room before coming to a halt in the doorway in the doorway. She thought that it was probably due to it being her first time alone in the giant house but something didn’t feel quite right. With a gulp, she picked up the gun and placed it in the pocket of her dressing gown. Feeling safer, she headed back downstairs and made a beeline straight for the kitchen, deciding to make herself some toast to soak up some of the alcohol. Once her toast was plated she made her way to the lounge to eat and relax with an episode of her favourite show.

“I was wondering when you’d come to find me,” An unknown voice said from the sofa causing Y/N to scream and drop her plate, before pulling her gun out of her pocket with shaky hands. The orange haired man that sat on the sofa chuckled darkly at the sight and stood up.

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot.” She managed to say though she wasn’t sure if she meant it. He scoffed and travelled to Yoongi’s liquor cabinet, getting out a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass.

“You want a glass?” He asked, holding up an empty glass for her.

“What I want is for you to leave.” Her voice shook slightly as she spoke.

The man rolled his eyes and poured her a glass anyway and holding it out for her to take. When she made no move to take it he chuckled once more.

“Lower the gun, sweetheart, I’m not here to hurt you.” She scowled at the pet name but put the gun back in her pocket.

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” She said and took the glass from him.

“Would you prefer ‘honey’? Or ‘sweetie’? ‘Babygirl’?”  He smirks, “Or what about ‘darling’?”

How would he know that that’s what Yoongi calls me?

“Who are you?” She sets her glass down on the table.

“Let’s just say I’m an old friend of your ‘Boss’.” He resumed his previous place on the sofa then downs his whiskey. The strange man then patted the space next to him for Y/N to take. She sat on the opposite end of the sofa and he scoffed. “Come on, I don’t bite.”

She scoots a little closer.

“Y/N!” Yoongi called as he entered the mansion, sweaty, blood-stained and bruised – the rest of the gang following him in, in various states of disarray.

“I’m in the lounge!” she called back, nervous to see if they all came back. Letting out a sigh of relief as the whole gang entered the lounge, injured but alive, Y/N’s heart beat furiously in her chest. The girls immediately ran over to engulf Y/N in a hug, all cut and bruised in one form or another.

Once they released her, Jungkook, Jimin and Yugyeom came over to hug her. They all recoiled slightly when they smelled the whiskey on her.

“Whiskey?” Yugyeom asked in confusion and the looks at the table to see not one but two empty glasses on the table.

“I may have had an unexpected visitor,” She responds and sighs in frustration.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks sternly, already stressed from having to close the club for a week or so for refurbishment and not wanting to deal with an intruder as well. Y/N sighs and tells the gang what happened after Jimin dropped her off.

“…and he was waiting for me on the sofa. I freaked and pulled my gun out but he turned out to be harmless, if a little flirty,” Both Jungkook and Yoongi scowl at that, “anyway we talked about my new-ness to the whole gang thing, he cleaned up my cut and then left.”

“So, he didn’t try to hurt you?” Yoongi asked and sits down next to Y/N with an annoyed frown, frustrated that somebody had gotten in.

“No, he didn’t touch me apart from to sort my cheek out,” she assured him and racks her brain for anything she might have missed, “he said he was an old friend of yours…what was his name again...?”

She trailed off and tried to remember what the handsome, orange-haired man had been called. Jimin apologised profusely for not being more careful and checking the house before leaving, or locking the front door. He repeated over and over again that this was entirely his fault and deserved any punishment Yoongi saw fit, but Yoongi brushed it off and said, ‘what’s done is done’ but not to make the same mistakes again. The smaller blonde nodded and looked down, ashamed of himself. Namjoon put his arm around the pouting blonde and whispered something in his ear that made Jimin calm down a little.

Yoongi leaned back against the sofa with a sigh as Jungkook spouted off security and that they should never have had the “stupid fucking party” in the first place. The gang could only sit and wait for the man’s rant to finish in silence.

“Are you done?” Mark asked, completely fed up with the entire situation; Jungkook just glares at him but sits down and quietly broods to himself.

Yoongi looks to Y/n as the gang talks amongst themselves, checking over her to see if she was okay. Noticing his gaze on her she looks up and quirks the corner of her mouth up in a small smile, something he did to her on a daily basis. He watched her quietly thinking to herself and felt himself grow calmer and his body un-tense.

How can she do this to me? She’s not even doing anything and yet...

His thoughts were clouded with all the possibilities of why he felt so comfortable and relaxed around her, all of which made him feel strangely sick. An unknown fluttering feeling growing inside him the more he thought about it. It was all pushed away however as the subject of his thought suddenly shot up-right and gasped.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“His name…how could I forget it fit him perfectly…”

“What was he called, Y/N.” Yoongi pushed but instantly regretted it as the words fell from her mouth, making his entire body run cold.

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”

[deanambrosewwe28-blog]

Knowing each other like more than friends 2 (Dean Ambrose x reader)

I did a part two awhile ago. It left of with you and Dean dating and being in a story line together.

“OK, thanks Shane” You said before you and Dean both left Shane McMahon’s office. It was Smackdown Live, the ending of it. You were put in a story line with your boyfriend, Dean. Nobody knew you were dating, except a couple of friends You and Dean liked it that way, though. You kept your private life separate. You shared a hotel with Dean in Chicago to help ‘bond’ for your ‘story line’ together. Honestly, it would be quite easy. 

When you both left the office, you started chuckling to yourself, the so did Dean. Then it all turned into a fit of laughter. You looked at each other before you kissed him. He told you he was gonna go talk to Roman. He left and you went to catering to eat before your match later. You were fighting against Alexis Kaufman, or in ring, Alexa Bliss, for the Women’s championship. You were scheduled to win tonight, and be the longest reigning Smackdown Live Women’s champion. The title had changed from Rebecca Quin, or Becky Lynch, to Alexis, back to Rebecca, and then to Alexis again. Rebecca had gotten hurt, so she was out of the picture. 

It was finally time for your match. You sat in the gorilla waiting for your music to hit. Eventually, it did, causing the crowd to cheer loudly for you, starting the y/n chants. Chicago was always loud when you were there. You came out high fiving some hands as you ran down to the ring. You then slid under the ropes to get to the ring. You stood with your left foot on the middle turnbuckle and your right foot on the top turnbuckle, pointing a finger to all of the WWE universe. They started booing as Alexis’ music came on and she slowly walked down. Soon, the match started and you went at each other. 

The match ended with you putting Alexis in your finisher move and then your submission move, causing her to tap. When you heard the bell ring, you let go immediately, dropping her. The referee raised your hand high before handing you the Smackdown Live Women’s championship. You held it high before crying tears of joy. This had been what you were working for your whole life. It was the main event, so the show stopped shortly after. Then you went backstage to find Dean.

---------------Dean’s pov--------------

“Ya know, do it whenever you feel like it, she ain’t goin’ anywhere”

“Your right. We’ve known one another for what seems an eternity.” Was my response to Roman’s last statement.

I had been talking to Roman the whole time about something. Meanwhile, watching y/n’s match against Alexis for the Women’s championship. We were scheduled to be put in a story line together.

“Do what your heart tells ya, man.” Roman told me

“OK, OK” was all I could say

I looked up at the T.V. to see y/n put Alexis in her finisher, then submission to win the match. 

“See ya later, gonna go find y/n” I said before leaving.

He nodded as I left the locker room. Roman wasn’t technically supposed to be here since he was on Raw, but ya know. Next thing I know, I find y/n in the hallway crying tears of joy. I ran up to her as I congratulated her. 

“Hey, wanna go to dinner for your big win celebration?” I asked. She nodded and we left back to the hotel.

----------------y/n pov----------------

Dean asked you to a dinner after my big win. You agreed and you drove back to the hotel which was about 10 minutes away. You dressed in a nice dress you had gotten for your birthday last year. It was a one strap black dress that faded to a deep royal blue. It also had some fancy white designs on the side. Then you put up your hair and redid your makeup that was messed up. You even put on some special blue heels that weren’t too high but not too low either. They were blue with black sparkles on them to match the dress. Finally, you wore a necklace on a black string that had a sparkly silver crescent moon with a blue orb next to it. Dean came in to your part of the hotel room to ask if you were ready. When he saw you, he had no words, all he did was stare. You didn’t even notice he was there until you turned around. 

You stared at him too. He was wearing a really nice suit he had. He was going to use it for the Hall of Fame. 

“Y-you look b-beautiful...” Dean trailed off. Your response was a kiss. You pulled him into a deep kiss as you smiled. 

“You look amazing, too, Dean” You beamed at the sight of him.

He grabbed your hand as you two walked to a restaurant that wasn’t too far away. It only took 5 minutes to get there. When you got in, you were seated almost immediately. The waiter was a small woman with curly brown hair and a bright smile. When we were finished eating, Dean payed the restaurant and the two of you left. You started playing 20 questions on your way back.

“What did you think of me when you first saw me, before we became friends so many years ago?” Dean asked you

“Well, I though that you were cute, nice, and a rebellious kid, which you were, and still are.” Was your reply to his question

“Y-You think I’m cute?” He sounded surprised

“Well, hot would be the better word, but yeah. C’mon, your my boyfriend, of course.” 

He kissed you as you asked him a question. 

“OK, so, what would you be doing if you weren’t accepted to the WWE?” You asked

“I don’t know, I never really thought about that, wrestling is my life, and being able to call you mine.” He said after he pondered about his answer for awhile.

You blushed at his answer, and before you knew it you were there. You arrived at a place named ‘The Shining Star’. You had heard of it before but never had actually eaten there, but you heard it was really good. You went inside and sat down across from Dean as you looked over the menu. They had a variety of items. After you had ordered, you started talking with Dean. You had small talk until he asked you a question. 

“After this, do you wanna, maybe I don’t know, watch a movie in the hotel or something?” You nodded your head as you gleamed with happiness. All this time you had to do evolving around work, there was hardly any time with Dean. He smiled and the waiter came with the food. 

“I love your dress” She commented you, “And your suit is very good, too” she said being very polite. You both said thank you at the same time and she left, smiling. 

After dinner was over, you left to go back to the hotel.

“Hey Dean, I know your not really the lovey-dovey type and all, but I want to thank you for everything, for being there for me, and being the best boyfriend you could be.” You randomly told him as he looked over, almost confuse, but more happy. 

“Thank you, for taking me in when I had nothing, for being there for me. And no, I’m not the lovey-dovey type a person, but when it comes to you, y/n, I’m head over heels for you, and nothing will change that.” He responded as you pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. 

Sorry about a late post. My computer died so everything that was written had to be re-written. I didn’t get any requests so I skipped Sunday. Once again, sorry. Part 3 will be soon.

[cheryllclayton]

Til' There Was You

“Come on Jug, don’t be such a grouch” Veronica scolded as they walked down the wet New York sidewalk, “Who knows you may even have fun” she teased.

He just rolled his eyes, pulling his jacket tighter around him to block out the chill of the autumn evening.

“Yeah Dude, relax for once, it’s a night to celebrate” Archie added with a slap to his back.

Jughead glared at him, “It’s a night for Veronica to celebrate, I’m still not sure why I’m here” he muttered.

“Because Juggie darling, like you said, it’s my night and I want to share it with all my close friends, one of which happens to be you” she said, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him, “Besides” she continued with a dismissing wave of her hand, “You need to get out more, maybe find a girl that can finally knock you out of this broody funk you insist on living in” she tusked as he scowled at her.

A hearty laugh burst out from behind them, “Yeah right Ron, Donnie Darko picking up a woman!” Reggie chuckled again, “Are you sure you even like woman Jug?” he smirked.

“Fuck you Reggie” Jughead spat at him, wishing he'd give it a rest already. He was getting pretty sick and tired of listening to the same old shit from him all the time. 

Hell, it's not like he didn't like women; he did, just as much as the next guy and he usually found that women liked him too. He was smart and good looking, or so he'd been told, and regardless what Veronica thought, dark and brooding seemed to work for him.  He has had his fair share of dates and a couple of short-lived girlfriends, and he wasn't completely inexperienced sexually, but despite all that, Reg still bugged him, claiming he was weird because he didn't feel the need to gawk or drool at every nice ass or pair of legs that crossed his path.  He insisting that he wasn't interested in woman because he didn't take every one that showed him interest to bed.  He knows he's not the 'typical' male, but he's just never felt that yearning to constantly chase women the way Reg and Arch do, or the way they did before Josie and Ronnie that is. 

Don't get him wrong, he enjoys the company of women and has had fun with the ones he has dated, but no one has ever made his head spin and his heart flutter or made his body and mind lose control completely. Someday, he hopes he'll find someone that does, but until then, he has no problem with being alone; content to concentrate on his writing and his work.  He doesn't need constant companionship and would prefer to save his time for women he actually has a connection with.

“Leave Jug alone Reg” Josie reprimanded, breaking Jug out of his thoughts, “Not every guy is a fuckboi you know” she said, giving Jughead an apologetic smile that said ‘I’m sorry my boyfriend is an insensitive jerk’.

“Can we just move on please” Kevin sighed clearly growing bored with the banter, “I want to know where you’re taking us Ron?”

“Omigod, you’ll absolutely love it Kev!” she told him excitedly, “It’s this posh little bar called the Blue Note, a total hidden gem. It’s like one those vintage lounges with big comfy booths and every night they have different acts and singers but it's not cheesy like you’d expect.  It’s like the old blues clubs where sexy women and men make you swoon as they sing atop pianos and shit, Josie and I stumbled across it one night and it’s amazing!” she gushed.

Jughead stopped making Reggie bump in to him, “What the hell Needlenose?”

Jughead ignored him, “Lounge singers? Like in one of those dark trashy clubs you’d see in a bad movie, where woman drape themselves over drunk men as they croon some terrible old love song?” he cringed, “Really Ronnie?”

“Well technically yes, but think more like Cameron Diaz in The Mask, sexy not trashy. You’ll love it, I promise” she grinned as Josie nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine” he muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his Sherpa jacket, wishing more and more that he had stayed home, he could of hammered out a rough draft of another chapter by now.

They rounded the corner and he could see a blue neon sign in the shape of a music note up ahead, it was hanging above a steel door and there was no other sign or anything else that indicated a business was inside. How very secret society he thought rolling his eyes as they entered.

They found a large high backed booth in the shape of a semi-circle just to the left of a large shiny black stage. Everyone sat and gave their waitress their drink orders, the group chatting idly while Jughead surveyed the room.  It wasn’t as bad as he imagined it would be, yeah it was dark, a little smoky, which didn’t bother him, seeing as he current fiddled with his own cigarette, but you could tell the building was older, with exposed brick walls and dated carpet.  And then there was the biggest cliché of all, the plush booths, wrapped in deep purple velvet because, well, why wouldn’t they be.  But there was also something appealing about the ambience the room gave off when you pulled it all together. 

The stage, including the steps surrounding it, was lined with lights and there was a small runway that came out into the crowd. A silver curtain was hanging across the back, currently blocking everything from view except for a grand piano that was sitting to one side of the stage. 

The establishment itself was spacious with a mixture of tables and booths spread out among the two different levels of seating. Both levels were shaped in a semi-circle, one in front of the other, hugging the stage and mirroring the design of the booths.  The lower level around the stage, where they were seated, was pit like, the table tops even with the floor of the stage.  The second level sat five steps higher, wrapping around the pit and there was a black metal railing separating the two areas.

Older silver chandeliers hung from the ceiling, creating a soft glow as candles flickered on each table and framed vintage pin up girl posters were hung around the room. There was a huge bar running all the way along one wall with tall low backed vinyl bar stools lining its counter.  Liquor bottles of all sorts sat on glass shelves in front of the exposed brick and both the shelves and the bar counter were under lit by tiny lights.  The effect completed by the Bartender, who was currently drying a glass with a rag as he surveyed the crowd.  He had slick black hair that fell to his collar and was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black vest overtop, his sleeves rolled up his inked forearms and a purple bowtie at his neck.  His whole look including his facial features screamed old nuance and he looked like he stepped out of A Streetcar Named Desire.

Maybe they really had went back in time he thought, shaking his head as the young redhead came back with their drinks and a couple bowls of pretzels for their table.  Christ, even the waitresses wore older flapper style cocktail dresses in shades of purple and silver, his mouth quirking up in amusement as he took a sip from his glass. 

His eyes widening when she winked at him before heading to the next table, “See Jug” Archie nudged him, nodding towards her back, “You just need to get out more, show the goods” he teased.

Jug gave him a wry look before putting his cigarette between his lips and lighting the end. At least he didn't feel under dressed since Archie had convinced him to wear a blue long sleeve button up shirt with his dark jeans and good leather jacket but he drew the line at leaving his ever present beanie at home.

“Well now that we're here and we have our drinks, I purpose a toast” Archie said, raising his glass, “To Ronnie, after flying through both Business AND Design School and spending the last two years working and building your dream, it's finally coming true! Come Monday morning, Cashmere & Lace will officially open its doors, congratulations baby, I’m so proud of you” he finished dropping a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you, Archiekins” she smiled, gazing up at him eyes glistening, clearly moved by her boyfriend’s toast.

“To Ronnie!” Kevin shouted, the rest of the table following suit as they clinked their glasses together and drank to Veronica and her new business.

~*~

Betty sat in front of the lighted mirror in her dressing room; she was just putting the finishing touches on her look when she heard her name being shouted down the hall.

“Betty....what the hell is taking so long, you go on in five!” Chuck berated her annoyingly as he walked in the room.

Betty frowned and rolled her eyes at him in the mirror, “Believe it or not Chuck, I don’t come to work dressed as a sexy lounge singer” she retorted as she applied her scarlet lipstick and checked her work, wiping a small amount of excess from the corner of her full lips before capping the tube and turning around, “And this” she emphasized, running a showy hand in front of her face and body, “Does not just happen in five minutes.”

Chuck looked her up and down appreciatively, setting his annoyance aside, “Mmm” he hummed, “I gotta admit, you do good work babe” he grinned, strolling towards her.

“Uh uh, back off” she told him, shaking her head and putting a pointed nail against his chest to stop his advancement, “Don’t even think about ruining my lipstick.”

He frowned and she could see his annoyance return, he didn’t like being told no but he seemed to let it go for now, taking a step back without saying anything.

She grabbed her red heels, sliding them on while using one of the chairs to steady herself, then took a minute to survey her completed look with a tilt of her head as she stood in front of the full length mirror.

She had kept her makeup sexy and subtle with a smoky eye and her red lips, and besides the small section that was pulled back with a sparkly red comb on one side, she had left her long blond hair down and it fell in curly waves around her shoulders. Her silver wrap dress dipped suggestively low in the back, almost to her buttocks, and the front showed a hint of cleavage but not enough to look trashy.  The material clung to her in all the right places before ending mid-thigh, showcasing her legs, which she had been told many of times was her best feature.  Her red heels on her feet and minimal jewelry completed the look, pulling it all together.

“Gorgeous as always” Chuck complimented, stepping behind her and placing his hands on her hips.

“Thank you” she said as she turned around and kissed his cheek. Chuck could be extremely sweet at times, when he wanted to be or if it served him well and he often complimented her or surprised her with some sort of gift.  But he could also be a real asshole sometimes, hell who was she kidding, Chuck was an asshole most of the time.  He could be mean and calculating, and was possessively controlling, even slightly abusive.  But he had given her a chance when no one else would, provided her with a place to live, a means to pay bills as well as tuition for the classes she was currently taking and she felt indebted to him. 

She grabbed her perfume from the dressing table, spritzing some on her wrists and dabbing it along her neck and behind her ears before setting it back down. A small buzzer sounded as the red light above the dressing room door blinked, telling them the show was scheduled to start in one minute.

“Well there’s our cue” Betty said heading towards the door, “Showtime!” she grinned, feeling that spark of excitement run through her. The job wasn’t glamorous but it paid well and she couldn’t say that she hated it either.  It wasn’t something she wanted to do forever but she enjoyed performing and being on stage, she found it added a rush or a sense of control to her otherwise mundane life.  And it gave her the opportunity to play dress up and pretend she was someone else for a while.

Chuck grabbed her by the wrist before she got out the door, making her wince at his grip, “Hey babe” he said, his voice questioning.

She turned around to face him, giving him her best smile, “Yeah?” she asked.

He reached up, running his knuckles slowly down her cheek, “I don’t have to remind you who you belong to while you’re out their putting on a show, do I?” he asked his casual tone failing to mask the warning that lied beneath.

“Of course not” she placated, shaking her head.

“Good girl” he said, grabbing her chin tightly between his fingers before kissing her harshly, “And don’t ever tell me when I can and can’t kiss you” he told her, wiping the red smudge from beneath her bottom lip before dropping his hands and walking out the door, throwing a “Go and make me proud” at her as he left.

~*~

Veronica had been telling them about her plans for the opening day of her boutique when the lights dimmed and a well-dressed man walked on stage, he looked like he was not much older than them Jughead thought.

“Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Chuck Clayton, owner of this fine establishment and I would like to welcome you all to the Blue Note” he greeted, throwing on his most inviting smile. Betty wasn't the only one who put on a show every night.

Chuck was tall and built with creamy dark skin and well-bred good looks; he was well spoken and charismatic and he could charm the pants off men and women alike, proving to work very well for him thus far, both in business and in his personal endeavours. His stage presence gave nothing away to the fact that he could also be cruel, and pompous, and arrogant. 

Jughead had decided, not long after ‘welcome to the Blue Note’, that he didn’t like the man who was currently wooing the crowd. Albeit, he’d never actually met him, but Jughead was extremely perceptive and he could tell this guy was full of it.  He may ooze charm but he reeked of bullshit. 

Thankfully he didn't talk long before introducing the first act, “Well I know you fine people aren't here to see me sing,” smiling as the crowd chuckled politely and Jughead rolled his eyes, “So without further ado, please put your hands together for the beautiful and the talented Elizabeth!” he said with a flourish before descending the stairs.

“Oh my gosh” Veronica whisper shouted to the table, “She performed the last time we were here and she's amazing! And that man's right, she's a total hottie!” she confirmed.

“You hear that Jug, maybe she'll even turn your crank” Reggie quipped, earning him a smack on the chest from Josie.

“I'm surprised anyone turns your crank Reg” he countered, “Pun intended, no offence Josie.”

Reggie flipped Jug the finger as Josie shrugged, “What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment” she sighed then burst into giggles as Reg shot her a look.

The curtain opened to an already hooting and cheering crowd, this woman was obviously as popular as previously implied. The open curtain revealed a dark backdrop that mimicked a city skyline at night and there was a large fake moon hanging from the ceiling and small twinkle lights poking through the backdrop like stars in the sky.

Not that anyone noticed the set up though, as everyone's eyes were on the blond, sitting atop a wooden swing that was suspended above the stage, her long legs crossed at the ankles and her back facing the audience. Her hair shone like a halo in the lights and her dress sparkled as the milky skin of her back, left bare by the low cut of her dress, seemed to glow, making her look almost ethereal, the whole effect was breathtaking and Jughead couldn't look away.

The swing lowered slowly as the piano played and she began to sing.

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you” Birds singing in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me

Her voice was the most angelic thing Jughead had ever heard and as the swing reached the stage and she stood up, gracefully circling around to the front, her hand still holding one of the ropes as her hips swayed, he's pretty sure his heart stopped and he forgot how to breathe.

“Holy shit”

“Damn”

Arch and Reg choked at the same time, obviously sharing in his reaction.

“In all that is holy, that woman could almost turn me straight” Kevin exclaimed, receiving a raised brow from Ronnie, “What? I said almost” he shrugged.

“I told you she was gorgeous” Veronica said smugly.

That was an understatement if he had ever heard one Jug thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he forced his body to breathe deep while trying to calm his already increasing heart rate. His eyes followed her as she moved around the stage, she was strikingly beautiful and he found himself getting lost in the deep emerald of her eyes as she swept them across the room, letting them linger every once in a while on some lucky gentleman. 

She made her way closer to their side of the room, walking down the stage steps and into the pit, flirting harmlessly as she went. It was all for show of course but she had the men eating out of the palm of her hand, Jughead included.

She stopped in front of their table, leaning seductively against the side of the booth as she reached out and lightly traced a red fingernail down Reggie's cheek, to his shoulder, then down his arm.

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

She pulled away, causing Reggie to almost fall out of the booth as his body followed her fleeting touch. She gave him a smile, running her fingers over their table top as she went.  She winked at Archie who looked like a giddy puppy dog as he followed her every movement, Kevin watching it all in amazement as her eyes landed on Jughead.  She stopped again, gazing at him intensely before reaching towards him and threading her hand through his hair, knocking off his beanie.

But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me

She gave his hair a final caress before continuing her way through the crowd. Jughead's scalp was tingling from her touch and he's pretty sure he couldn't have put a coherent thought together if he tried, especially since a lot of his blood seemed to be heading south at the moment.  He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain, she had barely even touched him yet here he was, reacting like some horny teenager. 

“You boys can close your mouths now before you drool all over our table” Josie stated, “Honestly V, why'd we bring them here again?” she asked the brunette beside her.

“Because you're the best girlfriends in the world” Reggie said with complete adoration, causing both girls to laugh, vanquishing any hint of jealousy they had felt.

Jughead watched as she moved throughout the room, turning men into puddles of mush as she went. As silly as his sudden infatuation made him feel, he couldn't bring himself to look away from her either.  It was clear she was the one in control on the floor, she could touch and flirt, but when one guy tried to get a little handsy with her, two bulky bouncers stepped forward, emerging from the shadows as she took a step back from the man before giving him a pointed look and wagged her finger at him.

She sashayed her way back onto the stage as the song was winding down, sitting sideways upon the swing and crossing her amazing legs as she leaned back, her mic free hand reaching up and gripping the rope above her head.

She pushed off gently with her toe so that she swung a little, her head resting back against her arm, her green eyes gazing out at them hypnotically as she sang the last verse of the song,

Sweet dreams, till sunbeams find you Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be You gotta make me a promise, promise to me You'll dream, dream a little dream of me

She smiled sassily and threw the crowd a wink as she sang the last word, the curtain falling seconds later, hiding her from view again and giving the illusion that the stage had winked at them as well.

The room erupted into thunderous cheers of applause and whistles; even Jughead was on his feet.

WOW he thought that was one of the most incredible things he's ever witnessed and he was vibrating as he sat back down. He's never had this strong of reaction to a woman before and it should scare the shit out of him but instead it was doing the complete opposite, he felt energized and alive, excited and a little turned on if he was completely honest.

Elizabeth was by far the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and he was entranced the moment the first note floated across her lips. She was angelic yet tantalizingly sexy, his body still burned from her miniscule touch, which had him imagining what it would be like to feel her hands in other places.

He put that thought on hold for now, not allowing his mind to wander any further, being as they were still strangers and all, but for the first time in his life, Jughead felt the pull, the need to give chase and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ignore it.

Determination set in as he ran his fingers through the condensation on his glass.  Before the night is over, he mused, he would know her full name and she would surely learn his, he deemed. 

Maybe Archie was right, maybe he did need to get out more he thought, grinning into his drink as the next performer took the stage.

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