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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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OK I saw an anon asking for another hyunjin fic bc of the vmas (tbfh same) and have an idea for another vmas hyunjin fic (if you’re up for it) hear me out:

apparently people were freaking out the other day bc there was this video going around of Sabrina carpenter waving at hyunjin when it turned OUT she was actually waving to Dixie damelio bc they’re friends…what if y/n saw that and thought she was waving at hyunjin too and got super jealous? I know I would even though I love Sabrina lol. so she starts giving hyunjin the cold shoulder and answering in one word responses etc and he’s confused so she says something like “why don’t you ask your new girlfriend” and he thinks it’s cute that she’s jealous and reveals Sabrina was waving to Dixie not him. And even if she did wave to him, he’s 10000% in love with you and absolutely does not want anyone else. Then after their performance and skz is backstage he pulls you into a closet/private room, locks the door and proves to you just how much he wants/worships you and no one else, in his sweaty state 😫 something like that? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about vmas hyunjin either and who can blame me

ps I’ve written to you before and idk if you take emojis for anons but if so can I be 🪽 anon? I love your writing sm and I know I’ll be back! I wanna be friends but I’m a lil shy lol… 🙂

I DID IT. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, DON'T HATE ME. 😭 Here you go, my love ❣️🪽

Let Me Show You

Hyunjin × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: Semi-public sex?, Cum tasting (That should be it ❣️)

✨️Masterlist✨️ ✨️My First VMA Fic✨️

Surely you were seeing things right? You had to be seeing things. Maybe it was the stage lights or the adrenaline from the boys' win getting to you but you swear that the very beautiful and very talented Sabrina Carpenter just tried to shoot her shot at your equally as beautiful and talented boyfriend. Maybe it was harmless, Sabrina is a K-pop fan so maybe she was just trying to grab his attention and give him a friendly thumbs up or something.

You check your phone while you make your way backstage to meet the boys, of course they’re trending on every app that you have but a particular twitter post catches your eye. You stop in the middle of the very busy backstage hallway as you read the video caption for the third time, ‘Are Sabrina Carpenter and Hyunjin flirting?!’. You click on the video quickly, bringing the phone closer to your face as if you could zoom in on the interaction. It’s right there, it’s in very poor quality but it’s there nonetheless. Hyunjin definitely gave Sabrina a look and according to the video he did it more than once. You can feel your stomach turn as an emotion runs over you but you can’t figure out if it’s anger or jealousy, maybe it’s both? You take a deep breath and start walking again, you stuff your phone into your purse and shake your head a bit to try and get your thoughts together. This is a big night for the boys and you don’t want to ruin it for them by having an attitude but you also don’t know how to deal with this cocktail of emotion bubbling in your veins.

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“Baby, can you help me put this on?” Hyunjin holds his necklace out in your direction and you take it from him quietly. He furrows his brows a bit before turning around and allowing you to put the jewelry on him. He noticed your shift in attitude since they got their award but he thought that maybe you were just overwhelmed. He watched you as they got ready for their stage, you laughed with everyone and were talking to staff casually but when it came to him you were silent and short spoken. He instantly started replaying the last hour or so in his head. What could he have done to upset you?

“Thank you.” He turns to you and leans in to kiss your cheek but you pull back slightly, looking in the opposite direction. “Angel, is everything alright?”

“Yup.” Your eyes look everywhere but at him, even when he moves to your side to sit next to you.

“Are you sure? You’ve been quiet, did I do something to upset you?” He places his hand on your knee and you promptly cross your legs to get him to move his hand. You shrug your shoulders in response. Your gaze falls on Felix as he takes pictures of everyone in their finished looks. “Baby, come on.”

“Don’t you have someone else to talk to?” You huff, an over exaggerated sigh following your statement.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Hyunjins brows knit together as he racks his brain trying to understand what you’re referring to.

“Why don’t you ask Sabrina? You seem pretty interested in her.” You roll your eyes and Hyunjin raises his eyebrows at your sharp remark. Felix had shown him a couple of the trending tweets along with the video of Sabrina waving in his direction, they laughed about it and Hyunjin told the guys that she definitely wasn’t waving at him and if she was he didn’t even notice her.

“Ah, you saw that video?” You shift in your seat scoffing at his question. A small smile pulls at his lips as he watches you, you don’t get jealous often but gosh was it hot. Something about you giving him the cold shoulder turned Hyunjin on, maybe it was the way you rolled your eyes at him and how sassy you were everytime he tried to touch you. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it.

“Everyone saw the video, so yeah.” You bite back, glancing at him for only a second before looking back over towards the rest of the boys.

“Baby, she wasn’t waving at me and even if she was I didn’t notice her. I was looking at the Stays that were seated in that direction.” Your heart starts to hammer in your chest as his words sink in. You can feel a blush spreading over your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment in your core. He had pointed out the row of Stays in that direction earlier in the night but in the heat of the moment you completely forgot about it.

“Why would I look at her when I have the most stunning woman in the world here with me tonight, hm?” He snakes his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. “Is my jealous girl blushing?”

You hide your face in his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. How embarrassing is this? Looks like you got jealous for nothing.

“Look at me, angel.” Hyunjin tries his best to gently pry you away from him but he’s interrupted by Chan calling everyone to get ready to go over to the stage. You look up, only because you know he has to go but his fingers catch your chin before you can look away again. Your shy gaze meets his and he smiles down at you, but it’s not a regular smile. It’s the type that he uses when he’s up to something. He plants a quick kiss on your lips before standing and holding his hand out to you.

“Come, you can watch on the backstage monitor.” You take his hand reluctantly, an apologetic smile on your face. He shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

“My possessive baby.”

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The boys absolutely killed their set but that was to be expected. You heard loud clapping and cheering as they made their way from the stage, a mixture of praises both towards the boys and the dancers. You join the busy crowd, clapping and looking through the sea of people for Hyunjin. Suddenly, you feel large hands on your waist and you turn around to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a grin. He’s sweaty and his breathing still hasn’t calmed down completely, He’s discarded the vest that he had on during the performance leaving him in only his black tank top. You open your mouth to congratulate him but he puts a finger over his lips, hushing you before taking your hand and pulling you with him. He makes his way in the opposite direction of the boys, towards the quieter part of the venue. You recognize the hallway from when the boys took pictures earlier, Hyunjin leads you into a small cut off hallway where some extra supplies seem to be stored. He closes the door behind you, placing a piece of paper over the latch so that you two don’t get locked in. He turns to you and you look up at him with confusion woven in your features.

“What are we doing here?” You look around thinking that maybe you missed something.

“You know that you mean the world to me, right?” Your heart starts hammering in your chest again, your grip on your clutch purse growing tighter as embarrassment washes over you again.

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve asked you instead of drawing conclusions.”

“Don’t apologize, you were being protective of what’s yours.” Hyunjin takes a couple of steps towards you, one hand sliding into the pocket of his brown designer pants.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” Your mouth goes dry when you take in his deepened tone, what exactly did he bring you here to do? You press your thighs together, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your black form fitting dress rides up a bit from movement. “Answer me, angel.”

“Yes, I know you’re mine.” You clear your throat, trying not to show how much his words are affecting you.

“I only want you, you’re the only woman I ever think about, the only woman I ever look at.” He steps closer, reaching up to cup your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his hand. His fingers brush against your lips. “Do you believe me?”

You shake your head, opening your eyes to meet his. He smiles at you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, melting into him. Your arms find a home around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue parts your lips, slipping into your mouth and stealing a taste of you. You moan into his mouth and he smiles against your lips. He pushes you back gently, prompting you to take a step back. He leads you backwards until your back hits the wall, you gasp, breaking the kiss and Hyunjin takes it as an opportunity to trail soft kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

“Hyunjin…we can’t do this here.” Your words are anything but convincing and you know for a fact that you don’t mean them. After the rush of jealousy that you felt earlier topped off with the breathtaking performance that he just put on with the boys’ you know that your body is more than ready for him.

“Let me show just how much I love you.” He plants a wet kiss right below your ear before whispering. “I want you to feel how much I want you, only you.”

Hyunjin presses himself against you and you moan at the feeling of his hard dick straining against his pants. “Only you do that to me.”

“Hyunjin.” His name leaves your lips in a breathy moan, you can’t think of anything else to possibly say. He’s completely fogged your mind.

He starts leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck, rough yet slow actions of affection. His hands trace up your sides, lightly scratching at the fabric of your Versace cocktail dress, dragging the fabric up your soft skin and exposing your plush thighs.You trail your free hand down his arm, moving to palm him through his pants but one of his hands swiftly grabs your wrist, pinning your arm to the wall behind you.

“This is about you, baby. Only you.” He whispers against your skin before his lips make their way down to your chest, sucking and biting at your skin leaving red marks in his wake. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you towards him and making you arch your back off of the wall.

“I’m all yours baby.” He slides down onto his knees. Sitting in front of you, his large hands trailing down the soft skin of your legs. He looks up at you, his sparkling eyes surrendering to you. “I would never worship another woman like this in my life.”

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the outside of your thigh and making his way to the sensitive skin leading to your core. You spread your legs a bit to give him better access and he groans at the gesture. His hands snake up under your dress, he hooks his thumbs into the thin straps of your thong and leads the garment down your legs. You step out of them, and Hyunjin wastes no time bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale.

“Fuck, I love the smell of you.” His words are breathy yet stable, he stuffs your thong into his pocket, a treasure for him to remember this moment by. He peers up into your attentive yet fucked out gaze, watching you as he sneaks the pad of his pointer finger up to caress your soaked folds. You jump at the contact, a deep moan leaving your throat, you hadn’t realized how much you needed his touch until now. You relax as he runs his finger up and down your heat, circling your clit and teasing your entrance a bit. Your hips buck against his hand, silently begging him to stretch you. Small whimpers fall from your parted lips as you keep your eyes on his.

“You sound so beautiful, angel. You’re so fucking perfect.” He pushes his finger into you slowly, curling it upward to caress your g-spot. You bring your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to drown out your moans. Hyunjin shakes his head, fucking his finger into you a bit faster. “Let them hear you, I don’t care who it is, Let them hear what I do to you.”

“Hyun- Fuck” He adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. “Oh my god, that's so good.”

“Only the best for you, this is only for you.” He leans up on his knees, sticking his tongue out and licking up the wetness dripping down your inner thigh. His tongue works its way over to your cunt, flicking your clit at a delicious pace that makes your back arch off of the wall further. He hums against you as you buck your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling as you beg him to keep going. He keeps up the pace, his tongue never stopping until you're finally pushed over the edge. You cry out in bliss as you cum hard, your body trembling with pleasure. He laps up every bit of your arousal that he can catch, leaving light kisses on your swollen clit as he allows you to come down from your high just a bit.

“You taste like heaven” Hyunjin groans as he pulls away from you, licking his lips to clean up the mess you made. Your mind is clouded with lust, the jealousy from earlier nearly forgotten. The only thing on your mind now is how badly you want the man in front of you. How badly you need him inside of you.

“I can feel like heaven for you too.”

“This is about you, angel.”

“Then fuck me, please. If this is about me then make me forget about that stupid tweet. You’d do anything to please me right?” Hyunjin, stands from his position in front of you. Your eyes stay locked on his dark ones as he towers over you.

“I’d do anything to please you.” His words are soft and strong, he leans into you, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, the gentle nature that Hyunjin held seconds ago melting away into a frenzied lust.

“You drive me insane.” He whispers against your lips and you moan into his mouth. Your hands run down his clothed chest, taking in his firm core and his shirt damp with sweat. You run your hand over his hard cock, palming and stroking him. A pornographic moan erupts from his throat, he breaks the kiss and his jaw hangs open in bliss. You look up at him, watching as he bites his lip with his eyes shut tight, concentrating on the way your fingers move against him.

“I want you to fuck me like she’s watching.” Hyunjin groans deeply, furrowing his brows at your words. “Show her that you’re taken.”

Your words flipped a switch in Hyunjins head, he grabs your hip, turning you around and swiftly pulling your dress up to expose your bare ass. He lands a firm smack on both of your ass cheeks, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“I’ll show her.” He presses his clothed bulge against you and you can feel him unbuttoning his pants with one hand. “I’ll show her who I belong to.”

He runs his hands over your bare skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leans in and whispers in your ear “I’ll let everyone know I’m yours.”

You gasp as you feel his cock part your dripping folds, stretching you out deliciously. He pushes in slowly, allowing you a bit of time to adjust to him. Your moans fill the air as he slides into you, once he bottoms out he leans forward, pressing you into the wall so that you’re flush against him.

“I’m yours” He moans as he starts to move, his hips pushing against yours in a rhythm that intensifies with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the hallway but is easily drowned out by your shared moans. Your head falls back against Hyunjin’s chest giving him the perfect view of your fucked out expression. He leans down, leaving soft kisses on your forehead, a sweet contrast to the rough thrust of his hips.

“You’re mine.” Your words make Hyunjin’s hips stutter, pushing into you deeper, he bites his lip as he takes it all in. The way you’re clenching around him, your moans mixing with his, the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot. It all drives him closer to the edge.

“You were right.” His thrusts become faster and harder and you squeeze around him as you draw closer to your release, meeting his rhythm with pleasure. “You do feel like heaven.”

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he comes undone, his moans mingle with yours as he fills you. The feeling of his hot release throws you over the edge, you fall apart seconds after him, his name falls from your lips like a chant as your pleasure washes over you. You both still, his dick stays deep inside of you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Thank you.” Hyunjin hums in response, soft pants falling from his lips.

“For what?”

“For showing me that you’re mine, this might’ve been the best type of reassurance ever.” You chuckle and he follows, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. But, please remember that I mean this, there’s never anyone on my mind but you. You’re all I think about.” His sweet words send a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but to clench around him.

“Oh fuck.” Hyunjin groans with a chuckle and you can’t help but to smile. “I need to pull out, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if you do that again.”

He slides out of you slowly, whines escape both of you from the sensitivity of the action. He tucks himself back into his pants and you turn around to face him, still leaning on the wall for support.

“How am I supposed to go back out there with your cum dripping out of me?” You look down at the mixed arousal running down your leg and Hyunjin smiles at you.

“Here.” You watch him as he kneels before you, dipping his tongue out and licking the stream of cum running down your leg. A groan falls from your lips as you watch him taste your mixed arousals. He trails his tongue up your leg, collecting all of the juices that drip from you until he reaches your swollen cunt. He runs his tongue over the sensitive flesh and you shiver in response, your head falling back against the wall and a moan escaping you.

“Baby, I’m so sensitive.” Hyunjin hums in response and the feeling of the sound vibrating through you makes you clench around nothing. He dips his tongue into your hole, lapping up most of your arousal and cleaning your cunt to perfection. Once he’s satisfied he pulls away and stands, wiping his chin clean and smiling at you. He gives you a moment to recover before taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Next time that you get jealous just remember that you and I are made for each other. We’re perfect together.” You smile up at him and he leans forward kissing you with wet lips. He parts your lips with his tongue and gently runs his over yours. The taste of your mixed arousals flood your mouth and you relish the flavor. He breaks the kiss just as you move to deepen it, a slight whine falling from your lips. He grins down at you before running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip

“See? Don’t we taste good together? I only want you to mix with me, no one else, okay?” You nod your head, a sweet fucked out smile pulling at your lips. “I love you, angel”

“I love you too, baby.”

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silverflqmes · 4 months

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໒⦂ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒.

notes. reposted and edited from wp! happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, rintaro suna, shoyo hinata, kenji futakuchi, hajime iwaizumi, osamu miya

gender neutral! reader

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ HOT COCO HOT COCO HOT COCO

⌗ he loves to sit near the fire place with either you seated on his lap or just plopped up above him on the couch or beneath if you're more my style AHAHAHAHA

⌗ LOVES HALLMARK MOVIES i mean look at him, he would so watch them.. but he wouldn’t mind the classics like elf, christmas story ( my fav fr ), the home alone duology or national lampoon’s christmas vacation🫶

⌗ "I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU Y/N-CHAAAAANNNN!!" — after watching elf and doing last minute christmas shopping going up the escalator ( he’s silly )

⌗ would totally play old jazzy christmas songs and pull you close to him, swaying gently in the kitchen or by the fireplace to the melody with the smell of balsam in the air❤️

⌗ you already know he would have lured you under the mistletoe too somehow🧎

⌗ "oh wow! i wonder how this got here!!🙀"

➫ 𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ y'all woke up LATE on christmas day istg, but tetsuro hooked you up real nice with presents ykyk he made that bank af and worked those extra hours just for you<3

⌗ THE DECORATIONS ARE SO PRETTY ISTG WHO LET HIM HAVE THIS MUCH TASTE, WHO ALLOWED HIM TO SLAY THAT HARD

⌗ unlike kawa, kuroo took you for dinner and made a day out of it? he took you ice skating, out to see the lights and decorations, tossed a few snowballs at you to piss you off🧎

⌗ "come onnn, i promise i won't let you fall~"

⌗ it ends up snowing a bit later into the night on your way back home, so he gave you his scarf, long coat AND mittens.. hooked you up fr

⌗ except.. nothing fits aside from the scarf, but are you complaining? no🙄 although you did yell at him for it cuz he could get sick</3

⌗ he had an entire argument prepared as to why he wouldn't get sick and you could have sworn that he mentioned the periodic table somewhere🧍‍♂️spoiler alert- he gets sick the next day

➫ 𝓢𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝓡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ngl at first you were SO confused as to why suna didn't have a christmas tree in his living room, but one in his bedroom until christmas day..

⌗ Y'ALL DID NOT MOVE THE ENTIRE DAY

⌗ "rin, we gotta open the presents y'know.. and i kinna want breakfast.. we gotta get up at some point."

⌗ "the presents are under our tree over there by the dresser, just peek under and you'll see them. as for breakfast, kita-san’s coming over with everyone later. problem solved."

⌗ tbfh the laziest christmas you could ever imagine, but like you can’t complain, it was nice to just unwind a bit

⌗ he did keep the spirit of the holidays with a good bit of christmas movies, for sure the grinch who stole christmas ( it’s his favorite )

⌗ later on, true to his words, kita showed up around 7:30 with the rest of the team and y'all had sum good ass food and hot coco after reluctantly dragging suna out of bed to get ready🤲

➫ 𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ boy are you in for it🧎

⌗ shoyo woke you up at four in the morning with natsu in tow, dragging your ass to the living room where the tree was filled with a wide arrangement of presents

⌗ you were still half asleep and since you were staying at shoyo's for the holidays — you uh.. weren't allowed to start opening gifts till seven LMAOO so you guys started guessing the presents instead; yk getting a feel of them

⌗ "WOAH THIS ONE'S SUPER BIG, I-IT COULD BE ANYTHING!"

⌗ "sho, the only thing it's gonna end up being is a wake up call to your mom and then you'll never know what it is."

⌗ tobio comes over later and y'all have a snowball fight together🥺

⌗ you and natsu won LMAOOOO poor lil birb was upset, but your kisses made things better for him❤️

➫ 𝓕𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ugh yes dateko's baddest bitch😩 another grinch enjoyer tbh

⌗ this man woke you up with a snowball to your face before shouting out merry christmas

⌗ although it was a cheap shot, getting you while VULNERABLE, you couldn't stay mad at him, as you loved this piece of shit so dearly😪

⌗ HOWEVER. that didn't mean you didn't get his ass back the minute he dropped his guard when you went outside to turn your christmas lights off for the day

⌗ "huh, so you think you can be a cheeky little shit with me on such a loving day? and get away with it?"

⌗ "and what? you don't hear me complaining, now do you kenji?”

⌗ in spite of being complete little shits to each other, you laughed it off after awhile and just spent your evening curled up together on your couch with a plate of sugar cookies that you both had baked the night before ( ofc you can guess there was a war of flour and baking tools then too )

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ y'all have the coziest christmas honestly

⌗ you and hajime don't wake up too early or too late; it's just the right time and you're both completely prepared for all that's to come for the day

⌗ the two of you start off with unwrapping presents, then iwaizumi makes you the BEST breakfast ever istg, TELL ME HE DOESN'T COOK RN IF YOU WANNA GET TUSSLED

⌗ ngl tooru taught him some good shit when it came to making hot coco and you swore you were just about ready to tap into heaven at that immaculate taste

⌗ "oh my gosh, haji, what did you put in this, it's so.. it's better than amazing!"

⌗ "while i want tell you, i'm ‘sworn to secrecy’, his words not mine, by that fool oikawa with his secret recipe bullshit." he can’t lie though, whatever tf tooru invented was otherworldly..

⌗ not even an hour later you found it on starbucks' secret menu app and you showed it to your boyfriend who flipped his shit before sprinting over to his friend’: house with two snowballs in hand ( with hard snow.. praying for my man to dodge more than ever ); the outcome.. wasn't the prettiest😔

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD did i say food? yes, food.

⌗ all you two did that whole entire day was EAT?? NOT EVEN THAT BUT YOU HAD A WHOLE CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER TOO THE NIGHT BEFORE HXJSKSKS OSAMU DOES NOT PLAY GAMES WHEN IT COMES TO CHRISTMAS

⌗ atsumu invites himself over as usual and there's chaos in the kitchen of course..

⌗ "OUTTA THE WAY 'SAMU, I WANNA DECORATE COOKIES TOO!!"

⌗ "if you don't quit whinin' right now 'tsumu, i'm gonna beat yer ass and toss ya out in the snow."

⌗ bantering aside, the cookies were super pretty?? they tasted heavenly too, cookies from scratch go hard and whatever recipe those two were taught.. yum

⌗ osamu had nonalcoholic eggnog prepared for you and him to have after atsumu went home and the two of you exchanged the presents you had for one another before cuddling near the tree and fireplace for the night<3

notes. forgot to repost this before with the other reposts but it was kinda out of season.. so i waited for the holidays to blow in to fixed them up a bit and post them on here. furthermore, super sorry for the lack of activity, been working on my og wip as of late and my longer fics on wp :’) hope you understand</3

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cpunkhobie · 9 months

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JONAH'S 2K DTIYS !!!

#slipp2kdtiys

Shoutout to the person who gave me the idea to do a different turtle for each milestone. I wanted to use a similar outfit as Leo's but with a specific Donnie flare, idk if I captured that buuut. yeah, 1.5k / 2.2k followers dtiys ! That's fuckin crazy man. Thank y'all :) (1k dtiys can be found here)

Rules + ramblings + alt versions under the cut:

Rules :

- 1.) you can use whatever iteration of Donnie you like with whatever au or version you want (including human vers.) as long as the outfit / color scheme remains in tact . Use ur sona, ur own design, an au, future Donnie. Go wild ^_^

— you can edit the outfit as long as it’s still recognizable and pink (jacket + skirt + leg warmers are the main things)

- 2.) similar to the first; pose / background doesn’t matter as long as it’s a similar color scheme. Also preferred that you have “cherry pop” somewhere in the drawing but whatever vibes with you

- 3.) @ me in it and tag it with #slipp2kdtiys !! <- most important one

- 4.) no deadline ! + not a competition , just for fun

Help I did this sketch back in May but kept procrastinating on it and redoing it, then I finally cleaned it up recently

Honestly I have this problem with art where I try drawing something but I just end up... improving too fast? To finish it. That's what happened with this drawing. I ended up redoing it maybe 5 times, because every-time I sat down to work on it I just kept noticing mistakes I made with the last version. So I'd scrap it and completely redo it, hoping to get it right this time. But it just never turned out.

I didn't have a good idea of my style or technique; I first drew the sketch during an in-between period with my art. Where I had drawn other things I knew were what I wanted, but had no idea how to recreate what I wanted.

Thankfully, I've gotten to a point where the message of "it's better to be bad and finished than not finished at all" has finally drilled itself into my head. And I think the fact that I've finally gotten used to my own art style also helped. I finished coloring over Donnie sometime a couple days ago, when I accepted that I had to work with the sketch rather than against it. That it was better to get it done (even if I had to reuse some assets from my last one,) than to leave it permanently unfinished.

tbfh the thing that got me to finish it was realizing I could do some cool lettering lol but I think that's enough

#jonah with a pen #slipp2kdtiys #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise donnie #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise tag #Donnie

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If I Love You Was A Promise

➪the one where james’ brother comes home just when things were falling into place.

Warnings: literally nobody is going to read this - pretty much self indulgent tbfh, spoilers for american heist 2014, swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, arguments, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood/wounds, toxic enviroment overall,

Word Count: 6k | Part 2 , Part 3

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

It was nearing nine when the sound of the front door unlocking was heard, and you smiled to yourself when you heard the heavy footsteps of James as he entered the house.

This was your favorite part of the day, when he comes home and spends the rest of his night with you.

You hear the sound of the door being locked again as you called out, “Hey, I missed you,”

James unbuttons his work shirt and tosses it over the back of one of the chairs. The house was small, so he was standing behind you within three strides and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Missed you,”

You grin and tilt your head to the side when he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. “I’m making your favorite,” you say and feel him hum against your shoulder. “And you smell like motor oil.”

James laughed and lifted his head, his lips pressing to your temple as he mumbled, “Sorry. You get used to that smell once you’ve been around it as long as I have,”

You shrug as he steps away. “I don’t mind it,” you say and watch as he lifts his white undershirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and abs. “You’re sexy, so you get a pass.”

“Thanks, baby,” he grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek before wandering off towards the bathroom.

“You’ve got five minutes until dinner will be ready, so don’t be too long,” you call after him as you stir the ground beef around in the pan. “We both know how grumpy you get when it comes to cold food.”

He calls back a muffled, “Alright,” and you were left smiling to yourself as you got out the fillings for tacos.

Fifteen minutes later James was sitting on the same chair he tossed his shirt on, and you were perched on his lap like it was your throne, and it kind of was. You lean back against him as you bring the perfectly wrapped taco up to his lips, your palm catching the bits of filling that fell from the wrap.

You pop them into your mouth and wrap your arm around his shoulders as you settle against him. “Did you have a good day?” You ask once you finished chewing, setting the half eaten taco down on the plate so you could wrap your other arm around him.

“It was alright,” James answered and wrapped his own arms around your middle. “Heard back from the bank people.”

You perk up at that. “You did? What did they say?” You ask. “Did they agree to loan you the money?”

James can’t look you in the eye when he mumbles, “No,” as he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t come up with the amount of money he needed to start his own repair business.

He was also embarrassed that he was barely making enough money to get the two of you by. No matter how much overtime he put in at Lewis’ Auto, no matter how many hours he worked, he still found himself scavenging for funds. He was embarrassed beyond words at his current financial situation, but you made it all seem better somehow.

James knew you didn’t care how much, or how little, he made. You weren’t with him for his money, as you made a pretty cent from your own job as an assistant manager at a popular restaurant in town. New Orleans held some pretty low quality restaurants and pubs, and you got lucky to be hired at one of the nicer ones.

James wasn’t a fan of where he lived and didn’t like the idea of you working near the run down locations by your shared home, so to know you were in the safer part of town for the most part of your day was reassuring, to say the least.

Despite the unfortunate news that his offer had been rejected by yet another bank, you just sat up a bit straighter and reached up to flatten out his still damp hair. “That’s okay,” you assure him. “We’ll figure something else out.”

Of course, you were disappointed, because you are his number one supporter when it comes to his dream of starting his own business, but you also knew how tough it can be to catch a break when someone has a past like James’.

You had never and will never judge him for what he did in the years before he met you, but you also understood why he was having such a hard time finding someone who was willing to lend him the starting fund he needed to begin his business.

“Yeah?” He asked as he moved his hands so they were resting on your hips.

“Yes,” you nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “J Kelly Auto will happen eventually.”

“I love you,” he can’t help but say. “You know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I love you, too,” you say back. “And that’s all that matters.”

James gives you a grateful smile and nod before asking, “How was your day?”

You shrug. “It was fine. I got a decent amount of tips, one elderly couple gave me a thirty dollar tip, can you believe that?” You ask and watch as he shakes his head at you. “Thirty dollars, and all because I said that they reminded me of us. I told the man that he was like an older version of my boyfriend, and then he gave me three tens when he came up to the counter to pay.”

“Wow,” James hummed, running his nose along the edge of your jaw. “I hope I can spare thirty bucks when I’m his age. How old did you say he was?”

“I don’t know, I’d guess he’s in his late seventies,”

James let out a low whistle. “I have just over forty years to save up enough money so I can give out thirty dollar tips to cute managers,”

You roll your eyes and reach over to pick up the small bits of ground beef that were left on the plate, sprinkling the crumbs into your mouth before correcting him, “Assistant manager,” you mumble as your hand traces over the tattoo on his arm, the simple font displaying your birth year. He had gotten the tattoo for you about seven months into your relationship, and for the past three years, it quickly had become one of your favorite pieces of artwork that adorned his body.

He shakes his head again and hugs you tighter against him. “Same difference,”

“Oh, I meant to tell you earlier,” you begin and sit up, wiping the excess crumbs from off your hand. “My car is making a weird noise whenever I turn left. I noticed it this morning after you went to work, and I was going to stop by Lewis’ but I was running late.”

James nods and runs his hands up your back. “Okay, I’ll take a look at it before I leave tomorrow,” he offers. “Maybe I’ll take your car to work with me and you can use mine while I fix yours.”

You give him a look of surprise. “Really? You’d let me drive the Duster?”

He nods, closing his eyes as he brushes his nose against yours. “You’d be surprised at the things I’d let you get away with, baby,”

You hum softly, moving your body so you are straddling him. “I guess that makes me the lucky one,” you mumble before leaning in and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

The sight you were met with when you returned home from work the next day was one you weren’t expecting. After parking James’ beloved Duster on the side of the road next to the house, you find the door unlocked as you enter the house and shrug off your jacket.

James was sitting at the piano, and you took notice of how dark it was in the house, with the only light source coming from the lamp in the kitchen. “Hey, Jamie,” you quietly greet him as you place your jacket on the back of the chair. “The chef made too many servings of cannelloni tonight, and guess who got to take the leftovers home?”

You knew James loved it when you cooked him homemade food, but you also knew you weren’t as skilled in the kitchen as the staff at the restaurant, so there was a handful of food you weren’t able to make yourself. Cannelloni was one of them, and they were also one of his favorite items on the menu, so you expected he would be happy to hear you got to bring some home.

He was sitting at the piano but wasn’t playing anything. In fact, his hands were placed in his lap, and when he turned his head to look up at you, the state of his face had you stepping back with a gasp.

“Jesus, James,” you say in shock, blindly reaching behind you to flip the lightswitch. With the lights now on, you had a clear view of his face and the damage that had been done to it. The skin around his right eye was a light shade of red, and you could see a bruise starting to form. His lower lip had a small cut on it as well, and there was a bit of dried blood still on his chin. “What the hell happened?”

“I fixed your car,” he said. You step towards him again and gently grip his face, turning it so the light was shining directly on him. As you examine his injuries, you take his hand in yours, and it was then when you saw that his knuckles were bruised as well. “Frankie’s back home.” Was all he had to say and you felt your shoulders tense up.

His brother was let out of jail? That in itself was surprising, but not nearly as shocking as the fact that he only had to spend ten years behind bars for killing a cop. James served sixteen months, so you guess you had Frankie to thank for taking the majority of the blame and keeping his little brother out of jail for a decade. If he hadn’t, you would’ve never met him, so you were somewhat thankful for the man, despite only knowing him through James’ stories of him.

“Is that a good thing?” You ask, fearing you already knew the answer, if his face was anything to go by.

“It’s never a good thing with him,”

He could say that again.

You press your lips into a thin line before walking over to the small freezer and rummaging around in it. “Yeah, I guess not,” you mutter and make your way back over to him with a bag of frozen veggies in your hand. “I’m guessing he did this to your face?”

His silence was the only answer you needed, and you sighed as you gently placed the bag against the sore skin around his eye.

“You know, the more I learn about this guy, the less I want to meet him,” you say under your breath and watch him wince at the cold feeling against his face.

“I can’t say I actually want you to meet him,” he replied. “I mean, he’s my brother, but I haven’t seen him in ten years. I know I’m not the same person I was a decade ago, but something tells me he didn’t change at all.”

You nod in agreement. “No, you’re not the same person,” you press a kiss to the top of his head as he wraps his arms around your middle. You stood between his legs as he sat at the piano bench, your fingers gently massaging his scalp. “But, you know, maybe I should go and meet this guy, hear what his excuse is for hitting your pretty face.”

James, like you hoped, laughed at that and rested the other side of his face against your stomach. “I’m keeping you as far away from him as I can,” he says and you can’t help but smile at his protectiveness over you. “I don’t need him fucking up what we’ve worked for these past three years. I won’t let him.”

You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head. “I know, and he won’t, because in case you haven’t noticed; I’m with you. Through everything, I’m on your side,” you promise. “As long as you don’t shut me out, I’m all in.”

James lifted his head and gave you the most grateful look you had ever seen, before standing up and dropping the frozen bag onto the bench. His hands find home on your hips and he dips down to press his lips to yours, ignoring the slight sting that shot through his cut.

You rest your hands on his chest as he deepens the kiss, letting his mouth tell you all the words he couldn’t form in that moment. He was frustrated and pissed off about Frankie’s sudden return, and even more agitated that Frankie hadn’t even been out of jail for more than a day before he was already trying to rope him back into that lifestyle he no longer wanted any part in.

He had already made a mess of his face, and to make matters worse, James had a meeting with the bank tomorrow to see if he could talk his way into receiving a loan to get him started on his business. While he didn’t regret getting his tattoos, some of them were questionable, and he was already planning to wear long sleeves to cover them up, but now he’d have to show up with a busted lip and the start of a black eye.

You’re the first to pull away, but you keep your forehead pressed to his as you say, “Promise me that you won’t let him ruin what you’ve been working so hard for,” you plead. “You’ve been through too much to let it all go to waste.”

James keeps his eyes closed as he mumbles, “I promise,”

“And if things go wrong or get out of hand or whatever, please,” you start, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. “Don’t shut me out or push me away because you think I can’t handle it or something. I need you to be honest with me, always.”

James reaches up to caress the sides of your face as he nods and steps closer to you. “I promise,” he murmurs again and leans back down to kiss you. “I won’t let Frankie fuck this up for us. Not now and not ever.”

His words were spoken between kisses and you let him coax your worried thoughts out of your head as he backed you towards the bed. When the backs of your knees hit the edge, you fall onto the bed and gently grip James’ biceps as he crawls on top of you.

He made you promise after promise as his lips traced over every inch of your body, and he reassured you for hours on end. While you were still nervous to know that Frankie was a free man now, James was really good at easing your mind and making you believe you had nothing to worry about.

So, as he held you in his arms later that night, feeding you bites of the now cold cannelloni, you let your mind believe that Frankie was simply just his brother and not a convicted and selfish murderer.

James had a hard time getting out of bed the following morning, but he forced himself to get up and dress himself in his best clothing, hoping to impress the bank teller during his interview he had in about an hour.

He was nervous, but the quick kiss you gave him and your words of, “Good luck today, you’ll do great. Call me when it’s over, I love you,” was all he needed to feel ready enough to give it his best.

Once you had left to go to work, he was on his own as he drove to the bank and tried to talk the teller into agreeing on a loan. He wasn’t sure why he thought this time would be different, but something about your hopeful voice and the need to please you had him believing he actually had a chance.

He left the bank, tugging off his tie as he clicked on your contact. He knew your schedule pretty well now, and he knew you were on your break, so he wasn’t surprised that you picked up after only two rings. “Hi, Jamie!” Your cheerful voice had him squeezing his eyes shut as he sat down on the stairs that led up to the bank doors. “How did it go?”

James rubbed his forehead and sighed, dreading having to tell you the embarrassing news that he had been turned down yet again. “It went well,” he answered honestly. The interview did actually go pretty decently, but in the end, he just wasn’t good enough.

And somehow you knew that, “But?” You drag the word out and he can hear you fumble around with something on the other end of the line.

“But,” he started and looked up at the passing cars. “‘They don’t make small business loans anymore.’ Whatever the fuck that means.”

In the break room at the restaurant, you bit down on your bottom lip as you looked over the schedule for the day. “I’m sorry, James, that really sucks,” you weren’t sure how to comfort him without being there with him in person. “Hey, don’t worry about it, someone else will loan you the money, it just takes time.”

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of your voice brought him a large amount of comfort, and he already felt his mood lifting the longer you spoke to him.

“I’m off early today, Mikey is the supervisor for the next few days,” you explain and James smiled to himself, already knowing where this was heading. “Why don’t I meet you at the bar in a few hours? We can get drunk together and forget about the stupid person who wouldn’t know what a good investment is if it punched them square in the face.”

He laughed and bunched his tie up in his fist. “That sounds good to me, baby,”

“Great,” he could hear the grin in your voice. “Give me, like, three hours, then I’ll be off.”

James nodded even though you couldn’t see him. “Okay,”

“Okay,” he hears someone calling you, and he knew you had to wrap up the call soon. “Okay, well I gotta get back to work, but thank you for calling me. And I mean it, that investor doesn’t know how good they could’ve had it.”

He smiled again at that. “Thanks, sweet girl,”

“I love you, James,” you say softly. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” he says back. “I love you, too.”

He waits until you end the call before standing up from the stairs, stuffing his phone in his pocket and making his way to his car.

When James parked outside the bar and made his way inside, the last thing he expected to see was his brother sitting on the stool, clearly on his second or third drink.

He guessed he’d have to get used to the sight since Frankie was a free man now, and was never one to turn down cheap drinks at a lesser known bar.

James sighed and made his way over to the man, letting his brother pull him onto the stool next to his and wrap his arm around him. “Yo, I can’t believe this place is still in business, man,” he slurs and gives James a half-assed hand shake. “Yo, let me get another Jamison’s. Two, for me and my brother.”

Yeah, Frankie had definitely had more than one drink so far, if his unsteady stance was anything to go by.

“My brother,” Frankie mumbles, sitting down again. “How you been, Jimmy?”

“It’s James now, alright? People don’t call me Jimmy no more,”

Frankie tilts his head at that. “No?” He asks, not giving him a chance to respond before he continues, “Okay, James. You all grown up now?”

James shook his head, his expression unimpressed as he asked, “What are you doing here, Frankie?”

His brother sighs and rests a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft shove as he says, “Look, I know you’re upset, alright? You got a right to be,” he began, and James was already done with this conversation. “It’s just… I figured after all this time, you know?”

“Yeah? What’d you figure, Frankie?” James muttered, wanting to call you and ask for you to just pick up beer and take it back to the house so he could avoid you having to meet his brother. “What’d you figure? You’d come back and what?”

Frankie lit a cigarette and avoided the question.

“I went to jail, Frankie,”

He was met with a glare. “Bro, you got off easy with sixteen months. I did ten years,”

“Yeah? And whose fault was that?”

“Mine. It was mine, Jimmy,” Frankie had already gone back to using his past name, but James didn’t bother to correct him. “Every day I was in there, every fucking day, Jimmy, I thought about you.”

James wished he could be comforted by that, but now he just felt on edge. His brother was bad news, and he was quickly realizing that his release might not have been a good thing after all.

“I’m sorry, man. I want to make amends,”

“It’s not so easy, Frankie,”

“I know, I know,” his older brother grunts, reaching over to tug at the hair on James’ neck. “I’m so proud of you, Jimmy, really, I am.”

James shook his head as he watched the bartender pop the caps off the beer.

“I’m proud of you, Jimmy,” Frankie said again. “You’re a fucking good looking kid, man. I mean, I don’t know who mom fucked, but you lucked out.”

That actually had James laughing as he looked over at his brother, his eyes tired and guarded.

Frankie took a drag from the cigarette. “You know how much I bragged about you? Everyone in D block knows about how you blew up all that stuff, man,” he continued, “You know what kind of street cred I got for having a brother who knows how to blow shit up, man?”

James sighed again at that, wanting to forget that part of his life. “Yeah, well, the world forgets fast, Frankie,”

“So we’ll make ‘em remember,” he puts out the cigarette on the surface of the bar. “I got a solution.”

“You’ve got a solution?” James felt a sense of dread enter his body at that. He promised you he wouldn’t let his brother drag him back down to the person he once was, and he wasn’t about to break that promise. “Frankie, I’ve changed, alright?”

“Jimmy, I’ve changed,”

He found that hard to believe. “You’ve changed?”

“Yeah, I’ve done a lot of soul searching, really,” Frankie insisted. “I’m, like, Buddha and shit.”

Another laugh escaped James, and these were the kinds of conversations he missed during the last ten years. Just two guys being brothers and talking about the most random things, that was how he wanted to remember Frankie. That was the only thing he wanted to bring back from his past.

“Believe me, I’ve had time to think, okay?”

James took the bottle that was being held out to him and grasped it with one hand, the cool glass calming down his hot skin. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “All that shit we did, I can’t go back to that. I’ve got a girl now, I’ve got a life. I made promises that I intend on keeping, man.”

Frankie looked surprised at that as he leaned away and rested his elbows on the bar. “A girl, huh?” He asked, bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. “You been with her long?”

“Yeah, three years, man,” James answered, feeling a bit panicked that you would have to actually meet his brother now. He was really regretting not calling you and taking the party back home before you even got here. “She’s great and she means a lot to me, alright? She’ll be here any minute and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give her a hard time.”

Frankie scoffed. “Why would I give her a hard time? She makes my little bro happy! I can’t wait to meet her,” he came off sounding more sarcastic than genuine.

James opened his mouth to plead with his brother, but the feeling of arm wrapping around his shoulders had him biting his tongue. “Hi, Jamie,” came your sweet voice, and he knew it was you by just your touch.

He turned to you, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist as he tried to shield your body with his own. “Hi, baby,”

You look around him and narrow your eyes at the man smirking at you. “Who’s this?” But you had a feeling you already knew the answer.

The man, who had more tattoos than James did, reached his arm over and held his hand out to you. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Frankie, I’m his brother,”

You hesitantly use your free hand to shake his, a nervous smile on your lips when you catch sight of his bruised knuckles. They were bruised because he had decided to re-enter his brother’s life by swinging his fist at him, and the thought had you pulling your hand away after a quick shake. “Y/n,” you say sharply, inching closer to your boyfriend and placing your hand on his thigh. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your words go straight to the older man’s head, and he nudges James with a sly grin. “Yeah, have you? You been bragging about me, too, Jimmy?”

James shakes his head, hating that he had put you in this unbelievably awkward situation. You looked like you wanted to leave, and he had no problem leaving with you, but he also knew you didn’t want to be rude to his family member. You were nice like that, and he adored you for it, but this was one situation he would’ve preferred your bratty side to come out and whisk him back home.

“I wouldn’t call it bragging,” you answer for him, furrowing your brows at his brother. “I hear you’re the one who marked his face up the day before his interview. Kind of fucked up, no?”

Frankie only half listened to you and turned to James with a surprised expression. “An interview? For what?”

James shrugged, not wanting to tell him what the interview was regarding. The last thing he needed was for him to know that he was hoping to start his own Auto business within the next couple of months. “I told you, man, I’ve changed,”

“I can see that,” Frankie gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. “My brother.”

You were beginning to feel overwhelmed, and James knew it as he could feel your body tense up in his arms. He turns to you, protectively hiding your body from the eyes of his brother. “How was the rest of your shift?”

Appreciating the fact that he was trying to change the subject, as well as keep your mind off everything, you let yourself relax against the side of his body as his hands smoothed out your work shirt, complete with the logo of the restaurant sewed onto the right side of the chest area. “It was fine,” you answer quietly. “Missed you.”

James leaned in and allowed you to close the remaining distance for a brief kiss. “Missed you,”

He ordered you a beer after that, and you did your best to keep your interactions with Frankie to a minimum. Seeing as James was sitting between you two, that wasn’t too hard to do.

Until he decided he wanted to learn more about the girl who had taken over his little brother’s heart. “So, Y/n,” he began, leaning on the bar so he could look around James and at you. “What are you, a waitress, or something?”

He tips his beer bottle in the direction of the logo on your shirt. While you somewhat appreciated his interest in getting to know you, the mocking tone he used wasn’t taken well by James. “She’s the assistant manager,” he answers for you, and you were glad you didn’t have to speak to the man more than you already have. “That place would go to shit without her.”

You roll your eyes and gently slap his shoulder. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” you shrug and take a drink from your beer. “I just put in more hours than most people there and I guess that’s enough to impress my boss.”

James hated when you didn’t hype yourself up and flaunt your accomplishments, but he also knew why you usually kept quiet about those things. You weren’t one to brag, and you preferred to celebrate your successes behind closed doors with him. Still, he wished you could see just how important you are and felt confident enough to share your success.

James couldn’t help but do all the bragging for you, and maybe it was because it was still lost on him how a guy like himself could ever end up with a girl like you. “She’s being modest, man,”

Frankie cocked his head and raised one brow as he asked, “Yeah? Assistant manager, huh? That’s great,”

You gave him a forced smile, and you were thankful when your phone went off from its place inside your jean pocket. Grabbing it, you see it’s a call from the restaurant and you lean over, making James lean towards you as well out of habit. “It’s work,” you tell him. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and you leave the bar after pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

Not even a minute after you had excused yourself, Frankie was grabbing James’ attention again. “You’ve found yourself a good one, huh, Jimmy?” He teased and finished his third beer. “She’s great, really. Easy on the eyes, too, man.”

James glared at him, his fingers wrapping tighter around his own beer bottle. “Don’t,”

Frankie held his hands up in self defense. “Hey, bro, I’m just saying,” he says. “She’s a looker.”

James opened his mouth to defend you, but turned when he felt your hand on his arm. “Hey, Jamie,” you begin, giving him a guilty look. “That was Mikey, he needs me to cover someone’s shift.”

He gives you a somewhat hidden look of disappointment and runs his left hand up your back, his tattoo he got for you on full display in the dim lighting.

“I’m sorry, I know we were supposed to get drunk together and forget about that stupid interviewer. If it helps, I was really looking forward to you taking me home later,” you say the last part directly next to his ear, so only he could hear it in the somewhat loud bar. “I’ll be home by ten at the latest, I promise.”

James, the understanding guy he had become, nods and pulls you a bit closer to say, “That’s fine, baby,” he then adds, “Are you okay to drive?”

He knew you were a bit of a lightweight, and he could hold his alcohol a lot better than you could (he had Frankie to thank for introducing him to it at a young age), so he was prepared to drive you back to the restaurant if you needed him to.

You just shook your head, not even having the chance to finish your beer before you had to leave. “Yeah, I’m good. Stay, hang out with your brother,” you give said brother a guarded look. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay,” James says and presses his lips to the side of your head in a quick kiss. “Be safe.”

“I always am,” you grin at him before quickly adding, “You too, please.”

You left shortly after that, bidding Frankie a quick goodbye before leaving the bar. “I like her,” he said and James scoffed, still wishing you hadn’t been given the chance to meet him. At least not yet. “She seems sweet, innocent.”

James finished his beer and turned to face his brother. “Enough, Frankie. Whatever you’re thinking about her, get it out of your head,” he muttered. “I’m trying to marry her, start a life together.”

Frankie leaned back on the stool. “Marry? Fuck, man, I didn’t realize it was that serious,” he said under his breath. “Look, just give the broad moms old ring and call it a day.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” James sat up straighter and narrowed his eyes. “I mean it. And moms ring is worthless compared to her. A cheap and ugly band that had no business leaving her finger. We should’ve buried her with it.”

“Hey, I had no part in that. I was locked up when she kicked the bucket, remember? Taking that thing off her finger wasn’t my idea,” Frankie muttered. A moment of silence passed before he got that look in his eye. “About before; I’m gonna make things right. You need money? To buy your girl a ring? I know two guys, good guys, alright, Jimmy? They really looked out for me in the joint.”

James hummed, already feeling on edge again now that he was alone with his brother. He knew you brought him comfort whenever you were near him, but he never expected to feel like this around his own flesh and blood. He wished he went home when you left. “What about ‘em?”

“We all want the same things,” Frankie began, lighting up another cigarette. “To overcome the obstacles.”

James gave him a weary look. “Frankie, I’m not doing nothing shady,”

Frankie took a swig of his fourth beer. “Shady? You call real estate shady?”

A snort escapes James. “Real estate?” He laughed. “What, you get yourself a fucking real estate license when you were locked up?”

Frankie curses him out, “I ain’t trying to be a fucking agent, bro, I’m the boss. I call the shots, cash the checks,”

“In that cheap suit?”

“Fuck you, man,”

“Yeah, fuck you, too,”

A calmness passes by the brothers for a second or two. “I want to look out for you, man. Like the old days,” James didn’t have the heart to tell him that he would never go back to how he was in the old days again. “Me and you against the world, remember?”

“Its been ten years, Frankie,”

“So what? Let’s go flip some houses, bro,” for some reason, James was actually starting to believe the words his brother was saying, and he hoped that didn’t mean he was already beginning to slip back into his old ways. “Flip and fix.”

“And where are you getting the cash from?”

“An investor,” Frankie answers and that grabs his attention more than anything else he had said tonight. “I got an investor. He’ll take most of it at first, but it’ll be a good start.”

James let his mind wander.

An investor? That could be huge. He could start his business, buy you your ring, and get out of the house he barely called a home.

At the end of the day, Frankie was bad news, and James had a horrible feeling about all of this.

Still, would he really lead him down a bad road just a few days after he got out of jail? He really wanted to believe that his brother truly did change in the last ten years.

Before he could answer, Frankie was getting up. “Come on. I want you to meet my boys, they’re outside,”

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