#who ever took Junior... they are screwed

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 13

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

A/N: Long time coming! I've been so busy getting ready for uni, I recently transferred colleges so my life is a MESS rn. I hope you guys like this one, new chapter hopefully next week. Enjoy my lovies

You were going to be an aunt. That was very true, very insane, but very true. Your best friend, sister in law (to be), and childhood bully had a tiny little thing in her belly. A little friend in there, Tía Andrea.

You weren't having kids for a long time, you think, so this little blessing was going to be spoiled to a T.

 Juan, you named the baby, if he was a boy, Julia, if she was a girl. An affinity for J names you've noticed, god help you.

After sulking at the thought of Javier dropping you the second he sees Lorraine, you do see your brother and congratulate him. You cry, because he's going to be a dad, you want to tell him to be the dad you two never got to have, but that was far too heavy for a guy like Frankie. You leave him be, because you were quite the cry baby and that he hated about you.  

You groan in your bed, it had been 2 whole nights since Javi left you without a word. His face so full of nothing when he looked back at you for a chin raising nod as a goodbye.

You had the privilege of working at the summer school program from 9-2, the rest of your nights were alone. Spreading jam on toast, sitting criss-crossed dipping your finger in the purple goop and finger feeding your teething sister, who almost always gripped your finger and gnaw. It sort of hurt but tickled, the feeling of no teeth, hungry teething angry baby. Those were your moments of laughter. 

You ranted to poor Marisol often, “Do you think Lorraine and Javi will just rekindle that flame? I'm so stressed Sol,” she had a permanent grin on her face so you felt like she never took your problems seriously. She was 11 months old, still you felt judged. 

“I didn't want it to end”

Pause, a fucking pause. 

“I didn't want it to end that way either. “

Your chest expanded and tightened at the thought. And you did what you have always done best.

Overthink it.

What if it was Houston that tore them, too grown too soon. What if them both standing in a wedding in their hometown, a town where they fell in love in, what if that becomes just too much for them and they realize that they can try the damn thing again. You narrow your eyes at your sister as she slobbers on her fist. Lorraine has always been prettier than you. You couldn't see why Javi wouldn't just crumble at her feet when she comes home.

And she's a Christian, like a good one.

You recall in your sophomore year being teased by a junior named Terrance. He had heard about the rumor (the half true rumor), that Javier hooked up with his best friends sister atop a car. Close, you thought.

Hook up though? Depended on your definition, and it was against the car, not on top. Anyway, he crowded you at your lunch table while your friends stood to get their meals. He claimed you made it up for attention, why would anyone cheat on Lorraine with you? You held it together, brows pulling tight and leaving without a word. Finding the bathroom and breaking down, an experience unique to teenage girls. 

Biting back sobs in a bathroom stall. 

You stare at your baby sister longer, “Don't ever let a boy talk you down, okay mama?” She babbles and you take an aggressive bite of your toast. Face screwing up realizing you never really liked this snack. And don't let a boy shut you out after he's been intimate with you. You shake your head no, I’ll tell you that one when you're older. 

Like a light bulb hovering over your head, you grab your sister and walk out your room. Storming into the living room where your mother and her husband cuddled while watching some movie. The baby babbled at the sight of her daddy, “Going to bed.” You lie and plop your sister in their laps and hurry up the stairs before your mother could question you. 

You lock your bedroom door and shed your clothes with thoughts of Javier and his stupid sexy mustache and smile. How pleased he seemed to be getting you off, bastard. You stare at the mirror while you're bare, the hickeys on your soft skin mellowing in the slightest. And despite wanting to go over to Javier's just to talk, you slip on pretty panties. Just in case. 

You dig for something less appealing to stick on your body. If you don't tempt he wont have to see what's waiting for him under it all.

Jackpot.

Frankies track pants from high school, Laredo’s awful navy and black colors. Haven't they heard, navy and black is fashion suicide. You slip the loud material on, and then a gray tank top. You don't even bother with sneakers, slippers will do. 

You don't even call, you exit through your window and hop off the small shed Mr. Warden recently built for his storage. Passing your own car and walking to Javier's house at 11 pm. 

You're huffing 2 minutes in, despite Texas being famously flat, you still had the beastly hill to get to the two paths that led to Javier's home. The short cut that involved walking 3 minutes in the woods and ending at his house in less than ten, or the main road with long haul truckers and an additional 15 minutes to the walk. 

“God, please don't let me get mauled by a wolf.” You mutter to yourself before making a left into the barely lit trail, one warm light at the beginning and one off in the distance at the end. 

Well you don't die. You do get bit by some sort of bug on your elbow and startled by a squirrel. You just repeat to yourself that this is a good idea, the two of you need to communicate.

You end up at the Peña ranch, completely dark. You start to realize how silly it was for you to show up unannounced in the dead of night but the light from Javier's room has your stomach doing a strange flip. His window closed but the view of him sat at his desk was clear. 

Javier heard your call and didn't even startle. He was confused for a moment, looking at his door to his room but ultimately he threw that idea away, you strolling in his house near midnight, no way.

Hearing a crunching of leaves and a shriek, Javier is at his feet and opening his window, his eyes meeting your flushed cheeks and a leaf in your hair. 

Javier desperately tries to bite back a laugh at the sight, shirt strap off your shoulders, in track pants and slippers. Eyes wide in embarrassment, he’s just glad you aren’t hurt from whatever caused a piece of greenery to be stuck in your hair, a hand swiping to whack the thing away. Your hair disheveled from the midnight breeze, you were so damn beautiful. Always. 

“Will you stop staring and let me in before your dad comes out here with a shotgun?” 

Javier blinks, realizing he had just been ogling you for a bit too long, “Right, sorry.” 

He grips your hands and lifts you in. You huff with the sketchy landing, effectively kicking your slippers off and dusting off those loud pants, your cheeks are still red, maybe it’s from the fall or the weather or something else. You sit on his bed, wiping your brow free of sweat. “This thing makes me sound like a fucking wind tunnel.” You tug at the oversized pants. 

A strange primal heat spread across Javier’s chest seeing you wear pants that obviously weren’t yours but instead some boys.

The heat died when he realized they’re just your brothers. He remembers Frankie wearing them back in high school. 

“Wait-how did you get here?” A worry flashing him, you bring your knees to your chest on his bed. He stood against his desk, his arms crossed, leaned forward a bit to be face level with your own. He was just a huge broad man, you had to pounce on him.

About that, you think. 

“Walked, what were you reading?” You deflect, Javier shakes his head knowing what you're trying to do, he’s known you for a decade. He knows your often poor decision making skills and inability to lie, so he presses again, ignoring your question.

“I would have picked you up if you called.”

He would have, in a heartbeat. He’d drop anything and you knew that. Through all your insecurity and self depreciation you always understood that. That pissed you off, no wonder you had fallen so hard. He was always there, fixing up whatever mess you made.

He never did really mind, but you going M.I.A on him and then putting yourself in harm's way just to see him. That pissed him off pretty bad. Then again he could also never really be angry with you, not when you're finally here with him after so many years of no contact wondering if you were okay, happy, fed, healthy or whatever he killed himself over worrying about you. 

You, and your fucking tiny tank top and big eyes like you've never done wrong in your life. To him you hadn't and if you did, those eyes tell him otherwise. You just shrug with a pretty pout and a pulled brow. That stupid thought of pressing his thumbs to your forehead smoothing out any worry you’ve ever had. “I wanted to go on a walk and ended up here.” Lie.

“It just isn’t safe.” Javi’s crossed arms flex when you narrow your eyes in annoyance.

“Believe it or not Agente, I used to take walks by myself back when you lived with Lorraine 5 months ago.” You bite and ah, thats why you’re here.

He saw the look on your face change when he spewed that awkward phrasing to Genie’s news.

Truthfully Javier didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He gripped the wheel to his truck when he dropped Genie off at her house. His pounding head leaning against the wheel, feeling so dumb. Ashamed. 

He didn’t call you because he didn’t know how.  Didn’t know if your mom would pick up or if you were actually upset with him. Maybe you felt different after he ate you out, after he bent you over and came on your back. Maybe he was a fucking idiot and moving too fast. 

But the name drop gave him confirmation. Javier dropped his eyes to the floor and let out a sigh. “Yeah, about Monday…” His eyes stay trained to the ground, bracing himself for your attitude that he strangely adored. For you to rip him a new one for making you feel bad, for making you feel unsure in whatever this was. Waiting for a justified fuck off, or a firm talk like you gave him when he saw you again for the first time last week. 

But instead he hears you sniffle. 

Well fuck, you were crying and Javier looked like you had just stabbed him. Striding to you to get on his knees and hold your knees as you sat perched up on his bed crying over something so stupid. But the whole situation gave you deja vu.

A flash of trying to look pretty for him after the two of you kissed and fading at the hollow pit in your belly when you saw him arm in arm with Lorraine just two days after. 

Communicate, it’s what you told yourself to do on your way to his house. You lost too many years by being too damn shy to tell him how you felt. 

But now that the moment was here you couldn’t help but sob. But to feel like the insecure girl trying to compete with someone in a different ball park. But this time around Javi is repeating your name and attempting to soothe you, his hands moving from your knees to your wrists. Andrea, he presses so tenderly and so concerned. 

Andrea, querida, what’s wrong, hey. 

And all other soft calls to you. “I-I’m sorry- I don’t know why i’m crying, sometimes when I’m around you—i still feel like i’m sixteen and—" He drops his head, his hands loosening at the thought of all the mistakes he made with you. Your own hands flex and move from the hold completely as he’s at your mercy, head bowed. “I understand if Lorraine coming home changes things—you two were together for a long time and I know she’s probably less complicated or-or emotional—and not someone you need to hide— I know she’s easier to have and keep. I won’t be upset, I know in comparison i’m i don’t know, homely? And never really made for a good-“

“Andrea.” His voice strained but demanding you to stop your tearful rambling. It wasn’t like you to act that way, not anymore. You’ve grown too much to let all your insecurities wash you out, but it seems that maybe you never got over 1980, maybe you couldn’t just have casual sex with Javier Peña. 

“What?” Your voice breaks, god. And there’s Javier with that same look of disappointment, in you, in himself or in your doomed situation, you weren’t sure but he looks absolutely torn in half. 

His wet lips part like he was prepared to say something but they shut as his eyes search yours.

There’s silence again and his eyes drop and you begin to fear that maybe he agreed with all that you said. Maybe he knew that when his ex came home he’d be ready to fix that, maybe he knew Lorraine was a simpler, prettier girl. So your heart breaks further every second that passes. Every second he doesn’t look at you. 

 “Be with me.” 

Your mouth parts at the softness in his voice, and what was left of your heart swelling in your chest. Tears fell harder in confusion and praying this wasn’t just another spec of false hope, hoping it wasn’t another kiss by his car or another if you tell me to stay. 

You whisper, “What?”

His own eyes, glossy. “I don’t want anyone else, I don’t want you with anyone else. Nothing will change that. I don’t care if this is difficult, I don’t care if you think you’re hard to be with. I’m just asking you to be with me Andrea.”

You frown and shut your eyes tightly. You want him to repeat it again, over and over until you two wither away together.

Maybe he also knew that you two could never just be casual. 

Javier and Andrea casually hooking up, who were you kidding?

“Okay-"

He doesn’t let you finish whatever came next, you don’t even know what else you were going to say because his lips were crushing your own. His hand holding the back of your head as he presses you close. Tying your souls in his own way, kissing and holding you. 

Finally. Oh my god…

You arch your back into him, he groans against you when he realizes his uncomfortable position. His body hunched over in order to make out with you while you sat on the edge of his bed. 

“Fuck it.” He mumbles before grabbing your ass and lifting you up. Your legs wrap against him, holding to him like a koala. His hands generously squeezing at your behind in the track pants. Your nails raking in his pretty brown hair, his mustache scraping your lips raw and you love it. 

Laying you on his bed and kissing you there would be easy, but Javier obviously could care less about easy, I mean he just asked his best friends sister to be his for good. So he held you up, licking into your mouth with your legs wrapped around his stomach. Moaning when your core rubbed against his stomach. 

“Am I too heavy?”

Javi scoffed against your lips, “shut the fuck up.”

He takes a few steps back and bumps into his desk. The image of you bent over it, taking him makes his pants tighten. He turns to sit you on it, shoving the mail from work on the floor, the thing you had been so interested in just 10 minutes ago. 

He steps back slightly, your hands still attached to him with your swollen lips and desperation for more. You looking so pretty perched up on his desk. He had to have you every day, what was he going to do when he leaves, what was he going to do?

No time for that, he grabs your face again and continues kissing you, making up for all those years you spent wanting him. All the years he spent hiding how bad he wanted you. 

Without warning Javier hooks his left hand in the front of your thin top and pulls it down. Your breasts spilling out, and he looks like he’s ready to devour you. His mouth immediately attaching to your left breast eliciting a high pitched moan from you. His wet lips suctioning on such a sensitive and untouched part of your body. His right hand moving to your unattended one. Kneading and gripping while his tongue flicked and swirled. 

Your hair falls in your face as your heavy head falls at the pleasure. Still so wet, you move your hips to hopefully get some release, “Javi, please-“

His lips part from your breast, his mouth wet and open as he looks up to you, waiting for your request. But you’re so turned on by the circumstance, by him asking you to be his, by the way his hair is falling above his brow and by your breasts spilling out of your tank top “What do you need baby?”

“I want to come.” 

His lips quirk at your bluntness. He wastes no time and begins pulling off your pants—or your brother pants. Your chest heaves when he stands straight to remove you from the desk and you get a glimpse of his hardness. Heavy in the oh so causal sleep pants that made your head spin

“I want you to come.” You add, he pauses his brows raising a bit. “We don’t have to take off our clothes, i’m not ready yet but we can-“ You cut yourself off feeling awfully shy and juvenile for the suggestion but his eyes darken at your bashfulness. You were ready to fuck him on Monday when you were clouded by horniness and the uncertainty of if it was your last time but now he wants to you to be his. You never need to rush. 

He tilts his head slightly and grabs the bottom of your tank, freeing you from it. Leaving you bare breast and in your small little underwear, placed on his desk. His pretty girl, his, finally his. 

“What baby? You wanna dry hump me? Like a couple of fucking teenagers?”

Your cheeks heat quickly, embarrassed about your stupid horny ask, feeling frozen in shame until Javi smiles again. Picking you up for what feels like a millionth time and sitting you in his lap at his desk chair. Straddling him, you feel the weight of him, so close to him.

You love kissing him, you never want to stop and you don’t, your lips working on his. Dragging to his cheek leaving wet kisses from jaw to neck. The perfect position to hear his own pretty breaths. 

In between pants he gets a hold on your waist lifting you slightly. He gives himself space to move his erection, move it to help you feel him better. Lowering you, your lips suck and nip at his neck leaving a careless mark. A whine leaves your parted lips at the contact and his lips quirk in a sweet smile. 

But the smile fades into an eyebrow screwing groan when you move on him. He repeats your name in worship. His forehead dropping to your shoulder while you use his body. So little clothing for you and so much for him. Yet he’s mumbling in your ear like he’s already on the verge of finishing.

Feeling the underside of him rub against the thin cotton throws you for a loop and you can’t seem to care how feral you have to look getting yourself off on Javi like this. His head turns to place his lips on the space below your ear.

“Don’t leave, let me keep you here forever.” He urges and your core is pulsing just from his words. “When you let me fuck you—fuck—i’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else querida.” 

“Oh god-“ You moan, your head dropping feeling closer, his own hips bucking up to meet you. The spaced out thrusts causing you to release a high pitched squeak. 

Javier’s hand moving to the back of your head, forcing it to his neck to keep you muffled. 

“Hijo?”

Your eyes widen and you squeeze Javi tighter. You stay frozen at the sound of Don Chucho calling outside of Javier’s room. 

Javi doesn't let up, you hold a muffled whine in his neck as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Si papi-uh dad yeah?”

“Todo bien?”

Javier, still moving below you, slips his hand between you, his fingers dragging along your clothed cunt, helping speed up your process. You're so close but if you come now, there's no doubt his father will hear. 

“I’m good, uh-working on some DEA stuff.” 

You would laugh if the pad of his thumb wasn't circling your most sensitive part of your body. 

“Alright hijo, try to sleep we have to be at Mrs. Glorias home tomorrow at 12. You're coming right?”

“Uh-yeah-I’m coming” His eyes grow large and he finally stills from under you, “I mean–yes I am coming…tomorrow.”

You stifle a laugh in his shoulder and he pinches your ass.

“Um, alright, goodnight.” His dad calls, the sound of footsteps and a door slamming ends that.

And you laugh into him forreal, but his fingers returning to your panties shut you up. “You're coming Javi?” you tease.

“Shut up-” He bucks harder and you’re close, your eyes going blank. 

You move your lips to his neck again, “Papi huh?”

And then he breaks, “Fuck-Andrea”. Coming in his pants in deep grunts and grips at your ass. Coming down from his own high he gets frustrated, his fingers dipping into your panties without warning. His deft fingers collect all the moisture he created and drag to your clit.

You come in a white flash, falling off the edge. You repeat his name in whiny cries. His hands hurrying to hold you up against his while you collapse into him. Heart racing, the orgasm comes in rippling. Javier holds you, sweat and all. Kissing the top of your head, whispering sweet words of You’re so good, feel so good baby. He keeps you like this for what feels like an eternity, feeling boneless and light when he stands.

He lays you on his bed like a doll. You lay still coming down, chest rising and falling. Still pulsing at the thought of how dirty and depraved the whole thing was. So wrapped in the high and replaying all the shit you’ve always wanted to hear, you flinch when he climbs in bed with a new pair of pants. 

“You’re bad.” He groans when he settles into the bed with a creak. 

You screw your brows together and turn to him, “Yea says the guy still trying to jump my bones while his dad was outside the room you psycho!” You whisper yell and he laughs that same deep sweet laugh you love. 

Javi brings you in closer to him, kissing you a quick chaste one. Blushing at the simpleness of it all. Cuddling in bed with Javier Peña and kissing him for fun, what is my life? “Mmm, take off your panties.”

You scoff.

“Not like that–I’m tapped out, unless you want to.”

“As much as I would love to have you between my legs, I am also tired.” You reach down and slip the soaked thing off, leaning over placing them on his nightstand. He pulls up the comforter over you. 

Javier slips his arm over your stomach, thumbing your hip in light circles. “You can put them in my drawer, they're mine now.” 

“You're a pervert.” You laugh, pinching his wrist.

“Mmm, when it comes to you? Yeah a bit.”

Red as a cherry you bury your face in his chest, hiding yourself. 

Silence passes for a few minutes, just the two of you together. The reality sets in, the hiding begins. But so does being with him, so does working this out so does communicating. “I should probably leave, don't want your dad to catch me.” You whisper and he grumbles an annoyed sound from his chest.

“Dont care, stay here. I’ll sneak you out early in the morning.” He grips you tighter and you smile feeling satisfied. “Tell me about Miami.”

You frown, “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Tell me about your roommates, classes. I never got to go to college, tell me.”

Kissing his chest again, “You say it like you’re some dropout, you’re like a secret fucking agent.” He groans again, hatong when you talk him up, he gets shy like you. You spare him. “My roommate is cool, party girl. Her name is Delilah, from Arkansas. She was like a real southern-belle, big curly hair and blue eyes. She’s been begging for me to visit since I graduated early. We got along really well but she was annoyed with me often. I never partied.”

Javier’s chest rises, “Why? You used to party a lot in high school, remember when I had to get you from Juniors house at like 2-”

“Oh god don’t remind me I was a mess, case and point. Didn’t have a hot strong brother's best friend to pick up said pieces.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

The two of you laugh into each other, it's simple and perfect. 

“Besides that, it was an unfulfilling experience but I teach in the fall so it worked out I guess.”

“Ms. Diaz, sexiest teacher to ever step foot in Laredo for sure. If you were my teacher, whew.”

“You need to relax.” You mumble, feeling sleepier in his arms. “What were you reading by the way?”

Javier stirs and lets out another annoyed groan, gripping you tighter. “Some stupid fucking retreat for my office. In New Orleans in June, it's for all the people who are going to Columbia in fall. Stupid shit but its all expenses paid at the Roosevelt.”

Your brows raise, “Fancy, you gonna be flirting up the staff. Chest hair out with Getting your game back on before Columbia.” He scoffs and brings his hand down hard on your behind, eliciting a screech from you. “You’re gonna leave a mark pendejo.”

“Well you have a smart mouth, would rather see you half naked by the pool. I’ll sock anyone who looks at you though,” You shove him, the out of reach thought, fantasy, of maybe going away with him flashes in your eyes. Before you could dwell, he reached down to kiss you again. He mumbles against your lips. “You gave me a hickey so we’re even.”

Your eyes flutter shut, dosing off in the warmth of Javi. In the warmth of someone who’s yours. 

Half asleep you mumble, “Why’d you come the second I said the word papi?”

He scoffs tiredly and kisses your head again.

 “Shut up.”

[lostinlewis]

Teammates…

Rating: M

Words: 10,374

Raised to be afraid of nothing, to be scared of nobody, to live your life as if whatever landed on your doorstep was meant for you was all well and good, it helped you climb through the ranks as a Mercedes junior, all the way up to what was considered the top spot, one of two seats within the Mercedes AMG Formula One team, but none of what was taught to you from the moment you came into the world had any kind of bearing on the fact that you were absolutely terrified of flying and no matter how many flights you took over the years, and you took many, it never once got any easier.

The clock on the screen that played a movie you would never choose to watch if you weren’t on a flight, read 02:47am and you sighed. You had been on this flight for four hours now, four painfully boring hours, in which you fought to overcome anxiety the whole time, whilst trying your best to sleep too. 

Unlike practically all of the team members that surrounded you, your inability to sleep was ever present, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that almost every single one of them snored like they were a high school band still finding their harmony together. You were certain that if purgatory was real, this was your version.  

Your phone screen lit up so brightly it illuminated your whole dark aisle and you smirked, reading the name a few times to really take in who it was. You knew right then that the universe had answered your prayers for a distraction in some form, but certainly not the form you would have chosen, but beggars can’t be choosers and right in this moment, you would have taken anything. 

‘I’m just laying here thinking about your pretty face…’ 

A part of you hoped he had sent a picture along with it, a little reminder of the body you laid with on and off for a few months up until last year, but he didn’t, yet still you remembered exactly how he looked and that was the final nail in the coffin to ensure you would do something that could end very badly for you, especially in your new position. 

Boredom with a sprinkle of needing an ego boost made sure that any repercussions that may come from your actions, were the furthest thing from your mind right at that moment, the serotonin of having his attention once more made it so you craved the guaranteed high of an exchange with him, even if it only lasted for the remainder of the flight.

It was hard to hide the smile on your face as you rose from your seat, what you were about to do was dangerous yet it played perfectly to your constant need to live life on the edge. What did a little reputation in motorsport matter anyway? As the first female on the grid you were always one step away from being diminished or discredited, no matter how well you behaved. 

As you walked towards the toilet you locked eyes with the only other person awake on the plane, Lewis. Despite him being your teammate for close to a year now, you had never really spent time with him away from the team, nor did you have conversations with him at all that wasn’t about racing. Lewis found you stubborn, strong willed, exactly the kind of person he struggled to get along with; the mirror image of him. 

Lewis didn’t smile at you, instead he held eye contact with you until it was no longer possible, so intense it was, it felt like he was trying to speak to you through the power of thought. The moment you felt the eye contact get uncomfortable, you screwed up your face as if to ask him what his problem was before you headed to your destination; the bathroom.

Seventeen pictures, seventeen pictures in what you were sure was the world's smallest bathroom, you thought you deserved an award for your skill at even managing to take one good enough to send to him. The picture itself was not what you would deem a nude as such, sure there was plenty of bare skin on show, but the parts of you that warranted that label were covered up, even if all they were covered by was your hands across your chest or your lace panties that revealed your freshly waxed mound. 

You looked good and you knew it, it was only fair that someone else got to see it too. You reasoned with yourself as you pressed send and allowed the little anxious butterflies in your tummy, once there due to your fear of flying, now having been replaced with the waiting for a response, engulf you in a giddy walk back to your seat. 

You passed Lewis again on your way back, this time you didn’t have to make uncomfortable eye contact as he was facing the other way, but that didn’t stop him from catching your attention with the way his fingers brushed against your wrist, in an almost hold but with no strength behind it at all; if you weren’t mistaken, it was as if he was nervous about touching you.

“You good?” 

It was possible to count the unforced interactions you had with Lewis on one hand so to say his question came out of the blue would be completely correct, your face told him of your confusion. 

“Fine, are you?” 

“I’m very well.”  

The smirk on his face after he replied should have been the first sign something was up, but you were too lost in the haze of the attention you anticipated pouring through your phone screen any moment now to dwell on it much. You never normally gave Lewis much of a thought, and you certainly were not planning on starting now. 

You had checked your phone close to a thousand times before there was any notification present, as the plane came into land and all hope was lost, your confidence shattered by the lack of acknowledgement to what you thought was a very good picture indeed, you suddenly had your hopes sky rocketed once more as the screen lit up with signs of a message. 

The name was not the one you were expecting at all, and as you read it over and over to make sure it was real, confusion sunk in further, as well as fear. Why would Lewis be messaging you? 

You looked up before opening it, wanting to catch his attention to see if you could grasp the vibe before the surprise, but he was already walking towards the exit, as if the message was sent and immediately he lost all confidence and had to be as far away from you as possible. Covering your phone screen with your hand, to shield it from prying eyes, you opened it and immediately nausea rushed over you. 

‘I know that wasn’t meant for me but for what it’s worth, you look incredible. Sleep well :)’ 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuckkkk. 

Your surroundings began to spin, your breathing began to labour, how could you be so stupid? Why did you not check who you were sending the picture to? And of all people, Lewis? Fuck. This was bad. This was really bad. 

It was an easy mistake to make in hindsight, when you thought you had pressed send, you had pressed airdrop instead. You tried to reason with your anxiety all night, sleep still evaded you in spells, reasoning that there were far worse people on that plane to accidentally airdrop an almost nude to, your team principal being one of them. The reasoning didn’t help though, sure there were worse people to send it to, but sending it to your teammate, the literal face of the sport you had fought so hard to be in and more importantly, be taken seriously in for your whole life, was pretty bad too.

There’s no coming back from this, there’s no making this better, you’ll be the laughing stock of the paddock tomorrow and all because you wanted a little attention from someone you hadn’t seen in months. You got all the attention you wanted and more now, idiot.

Your thoughts were mean, a constant cycle of beating yourself up whilst debating if or even how you should reply to Lewis. You decided against it, there was nothing you could say that could make this situation any better, besides, burying your head in the sand and pretending it hadn’t happened sounded far easier; ignorance was bliss, afterall. 

At some point during the endless torture of yourself, you fell asleep, waking only when your trainer rained a tirade of aggression against your hotel room door. 

“I’m up! Sorry!” 

You were up in every sense but physically, figuring you could sneak a few more minutes of sleep in before you really had to leave. 

“You better be, you’re expected in the briefing room in twenty minutes.”

Fuck.

The dash around the room, scraping yourself together the best you could, allowed you to leave the anxiety of facing Lewis to the wayside for a moment but that didn’t stop it from hitting you like a brick as you approached the door to the briefing room, being able to hear his distinctive giggle through the walls already did not help at all, not one bit. Despite knowing how improbable it was, you thought maybe he was laughing at your expense, maybe they all were. 

“Ah finally decided to join us then?” 

If looks could kill you would have taken out your engineer with just a glance, but alas they couldn’t so all eyes were on you instead as you sheepishly took your seat, across from Lewis, avoiding every bit of eye contact that was possible. 

This is going to be a long day, a really fucking long day. 

Your presence within the meeting was pointless, you engaged in absolutely nothing, you contributed about the same too and at the best of times you barely heard what any one person said. You were going into an Azerbaijan race weekend with not a clue on strategy, preparation or even if your car would be upgraded. This would be a disaster, you knew it already, and it was all your own stupid fault.

Like a child awaiting the bell for lunchtime, the second you were dismissed from the meeting you ran out of there and straight back to your drivers room where you felt safe enough to hide within the sweet escape of sleep until you had press duties to attend to. 

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed from the moment you fell asleep until the moment you felt your phone vibrate against your cheek, the fact that it was squished between you and the sofa you slept on made it too strong to simply ignore. 

The screen read Lewis and all at once you wanted your whole body to merge with the sofa so that you no longer existed; facing your actions was the farthest thing from comfortable right now, especially not now that you had to also face said actions in real life too. 

‘I figured I owe you one…’

Nothing could have prepared you for the image that loaded under the text, nothing could make you feel in any way easy about what you saw. If you had to pick one moment that changed the course of your career, and the relationship you had with your teammate, it would have been easy to pinpoint it on the accidental sending of an almost nude on a flight, but if you were honest, it was the moment he decided to reciprocate said accident with an intention of his own. 

Laid out on a sofa matching yours, naked but for a towel positioned strategically over most of his thickness, Lewis’ body was on display for you, and it was quite literally breathtaking. Every muscle was defined as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself, every inch of his skin glowing the kind of glow that teased moisture post shower. His neck was adorned with the prettiest pearls but what really caught your eye, the one thing you would find impossible to ever forget, was the way he made absolutely certain to leave you wanting - no needing - more by allowing you to see just enough to crave it with every fibre of your being.

The white towel hung loosely over his bulge, a sign that he was soft yet even in that state, bigger than you had ever seen a man before. Your mouth salivated as you took in every little detail of the image, it was incredibly difficult to look away. 

The tufts of hair at its base were neatly trimmed, you would have imagined him bald had anyone asked you, but he wasn’t. Like the icing on a cake, the cherry on top of what was an image that would forever be burned in your brain, you noticed the vein that protruded from the base, and ran up his very defined V line. It was then that you were cemented in the knowledge that at all costs, you would know exactly how it felt to run your tongue down said vein, you would know exactly what wonders it led to, eventually. 

You mused over replying for a while, unsure of the best response, you hadn’t seen a teammate naked before but then again you hadn’t accidentally sent a nude to one before either. You had to reply, it would be rude not to. Besides, how would you ever find out what he felt like in your mouth if you didn’t? 

‘You didn’t owe me anything, Lewis.’ 

You wrote and deleted the words ‘thank you’ a thousand times before pressing send on the message, figuring that it was best to not come across as desperate in your message, keeping it casual instead. If he wanted a conversation, he would have to initiate it and he did.

‘Maybe not, but I’m a gentleman. You gave so you shall receive too.’

Your mind found itself in the gutter so easily, you were already thinking about just what you wanted to give him and now he had thrown in the idea that you could also be receiving in this scenario, that was the confirmation that forever the relationship between the Mercedes’ drivers would be one that was entirely inappropriate and wholly frowned upon in racing circles, but you had never much cared for peoples opinions anyway, and neither had Lewis.

‘Maybe I should accidentally give some more if that’s what I get in return…’

‘You don’t have to give me anything, all you have to do is ask.’

A simple please would have sufficed yet the stubbornness within you reared its head once more, led out by your ever growing confidence in the new scenario you had found yourself in, you did not want to beg him, you did not want him to think you were even really into him. If it was up to you, you would be able to play it cool right up until it was no longer feasible, but then again, Lewis was your competitor in this fight and he was someone no one could beat. 

The thing about Lewis though, the one part of him that transcended all matters of his life, if he wanted something, if he was focused on something, that would be all he did, and right now he was focused on you. Before you had even found words to reply with, you found yourself in possession of another picture, this one a little more explicit than the last. 

Still laid out on the sofa, one of his hands placed on his chest, the other teased down the towel a little further, allowing you to be overwhelmed by not only just the thickness now but the length too. He was careful to not reveal it all, but what you had seen already was more than enough to make sure that it didn’t matter what happened this weekend, you had to leave Baku knowing him far more intimately than you ever thought you would. 

‘Lewis, it’s so big 😳’

‘I never had you of all people down as scared…’

He was challenging you, playing to the competitive side he had only ever seen on the race track, and it was working. You wanted to throw back an answer to explain how far from scared you were, but you also didn’t want to entertain the ego trip he would have gotten from it. 

This was it, this was the perfect opportunity to send him a little picture back, the perfect opportunity to make sure that you would not be the only Mercedes driver with their head elsewhere this weekend. 

You laid back on your sofa much as he had his own, shuffling down your sweats until all that the camera could see was the white lace panties you had on. Pressing the record button on the video, you brought it down closer to your body so that every inch of the screen was filled with an image that you wanted no one else to see but Lewis. 

Teasing your thighs apart just enough to make sure the camera picked up the little wet patch on the outside of your panties, and to be very certain you ran your finger over your folds, you felt it most important that he knew exactly where to look.

‘My room, now.’ 

Sneaking out of your driver's room to cross the hallway into Lewis’ was no mean feat. People were everywhere, members of your team just a few steps to your right, journalists from sky a few to the left, interviewing your team principal of all people. If anyone was to spot you cross the hallway and disappear into his room there would be speculation in abundance, but it was a risk you were willing to take; the little taste of Lewis you had so far was more than enough to make it so it overruled any sensibility you had within you. 

Lewis was waiting for you, sat on the sofa, his legs spread wide, his body laid back; the evidence of the game you played for the past hour was sitting proudly in his sweats, almost daring you to look.

“Are you just going to stand there, or would you like to sit down?” 

For a moment you almost forgot who you were, for a moment he almost had you shy, something you had never been before. As you dared to lower your eyes to the obvious bulge in his sweats, you found your confidence once more; desire often did that to you.

The space between the door you were standing by and the sofa he beckoned you towards was minimal but the way in which he watched you the whole time made it feel like the longest walk in the world. 

“No, not there…here.” 

Lewis took your hand and lowered you down onto his lap, where you were greeted with the feeling of his thickness underneath you for the very first time. It was too tempting to not roll your ass into it a little, just to make sure you could really feel it.

You let out a little sigh as you felt it press against your cheeks, Lewis laughed in response, pulling you back so you were laid just as he was, your head resting in the crook of his neck, the only part of you left that was unattended to were your hands; he soon found a place for them too, in the grip of his own. 

“So…I bet you didn’t think you would find yourself here this afternoon.” 

You were very conscious of the feeling of his warm breath against your neck, you wondered if he could feel the way your skin washed with goosebumps all over in response. 

“Not at all, I could barely pay attention in the meeting earlier. I was so worried about what happened.” 

“You didn’t pay attention? Babe, you haven’t raced Baku before have you?”

“No but I’m sure it will be fine, I just-“

Lewis stopped your words short by using your own fingers to turn your face around to look at his, as best you could anyway.

Your eyes dropped to his lips, licking your own without thinking how obvious you were making your hunger for him. He nudged your chin up, telling you to look at him properly. 

“Baku is not a track you can wing it on. You need to know the track before you even step foot in the car, want me to teach you?”

“No it’s fine, I didn’t come here for a lesson on racing, I came here for you.” 

You brought Lewis’ hand up to your lips, kissing the very same tattoos you found to be utterly compelling at the best of times, now even more so. 

For a moment your touch had hypnotised him, you had made him lose track of his thoughts, and for a moment you felt like the most powerful person in that room, before he found himself again and showed you competition for that crown.

“How about I run through the track with you, help you memorise it, and whilst I’m doing that I will also make sure you leave here with a smile…”

“Lewis, how will-“

He had a knack for stopping short any questions you had, answering them before you even asked them, and as his hand found the waistband of your sweats, his fingers tickling underneath with ease, he very quickly had you melting in his lap as if he had done this to you a thousand times before.

“It’s not like any other street track really, it lets you race, so you’ll need to get a good start…”

You heard his words almost hitch in his throat, your gasp as his finger found your clit so easily, and attempted to stop them in their tracks.

“Relax, baby…I know what I’m doing…”

You didn’t doubt he did, still nothing would make you relax as the man hummed words of racing in your ear whilst he sent your nerve endings into a frenzy with a gentle stroke of his finger over your central point. 

“You're practically dripping, babe.”

Words that immediately made embarrassment wash over you, so much so that you threw your arm over your eyes as if to shield yourself from them. His fingers felt like they belonged on your pussy, but the reminder of who they belonged to was so intense. 

“Hey, don’t do that…no need to be embarrassed around me, I love that you get so wet, it’s exactly what I like.”

Lewis pulled your hand away from your face before he removed his finger from your clit, bringing up to his lips to taste you.

“Shit…I’m going to need to eat that pussy soon, you taste incredible.” 

“Lewis, stop…”

He could tell how shy he was making you with his words, shy was not something he had ever seen you be before now, yet the smile on his face told you that he had no intention of stopping. 

“You’re going to learn a lot from me, babe. First lesson, learning how to love the way that I appreciate your body…”

And with that, he relaxed you back onto his chest so he could really play with you this time.

“Now where was I? Ah Castle Corner…”

Two fingers now found their place between your folds, making you moan breathlessly as he teased your clit with so much more pressure than before, teasing them down towards your heat, his thumb finding your clit to soothe you as you felt the thickness of his fingers inside of you all at once. 

“Castle corner is tight…shit, so very tight…you’ll have to take it easy, tease the car into it so as to not break anything…”

If you were anyway coherent it would have impressed you how easily he found words that fit for both his description of the track, and everything he was doing to your body at the same time, but Lewis made it so incredibly difficult for you to concentrate on anything, for you to see anything for you to hear anything, every part of you overwhelmed with more pleasure than you had felt before in your life. 

“See how good it feels when you take your time with something precious? It’s so fragile, yet if you tease it just right, you will have the car purring in your hands in no time…purr for me, baby.”

His tongue traced a line across your neck, replacing it with kisses until he was able to nibble on your ear.

“Lewis…I…I feel…”

“I can feel it coming too, let me win this one, don’t fight it. Look at me.” 

With the hand not fucking you, he cupped your chin, turning you to look him in the eyes. 

“Trust me to make you feel good, don’t think about it, just let it happen.” 

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you felt the familiar tension build within you, you were close to exploding all over the fingers of your teammate, the man who was staring into your eyes like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and there was not a single thing you could do to stop it now; you were about to give him all of you, you were about to let him win. You never let anyone win. 

“Lewis…”

His name left your lips in a whispered moan, there was no point to saying it, it was as if you wanted the universe to know who was making you feel this good. 

“Trust me, baby…trust me…”

His chants were exactly what you needed to keep you focused on what you were feeling, what wasn’t needed was the perfectly timed knock on his driver's room door as your orgasm began to peak.

“Lewis, you’re due in the media centre in 10 minutes.”

Lewis cupped his free hand around your mouth, knowing the explosion he was about to cause would make it impossible for you to not get you both caught.

“Quiet, baby.” 

He whispered in your ear as he never once let off of you, your orgasm was priority, despite the fact that one of the team was standing on the other side of the door. 

“Also have you seen…”

“No I haven’t seen her…good girl, stay quiet for me…I’ll be out in five minutes, just finishing something up…fuck I wish I was inside of you right now…”

His voice was a little louder than he would have liked, overcome by the strain in his pants, he was unable to think of anything but how he longed to feel you tense around his dick much like you were tensing around his fingers. 

“I wish…I wish…”

“Oh I know you want it too, baby. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get it soon. I promise I will spend the whole weekend making you feel so good.”  

The mixture of the way he controlled your shaking body in his lap, whispering in your ear to praise you, as he held the most normal of conversations with someone else, made it impossible for you to not explode, in silence, with Lewis’ big hand wrapped across your mouth as you whimpered against it. 

“There you go, feel all of it baby.” 

Lewis sucked on your ear as he eased you through an orgasm so intense you thought it impossible that it would ever end. It did, eventually, and as you slowly came down from your high, Lewis soothed you with the softest kisses against your cheek, the constant praise he reigned down on you was the sweetest lullaby. 

“Thank you.” 

Never before had Lewis seen you so subdued, never did he imagine that all it took to get you to submit to him, to let him win in a battle, was a simple orgasm in his lap. Now he knew though, he would be using that to his advantage whenever he needed to. 

“Come on.” 

Despite the fact you saw him pretty much everyday, the fact he was strong enough to lift you both out of the seat and onto your feet still surprised you. 

“Lewis, can you make an excuse for me or something?”

“What should I say to the press? That I made my teammate cum so hard she can barely function now? No baby, we have commitments to attend to and your legs shaking is not an excuse to miss them, you don’t want to let the team down, do you?” 

He took your hand, leading the way right up until the point he reached his door before he froze, turning back to you. 

“Probably best we don’t leave together, I could come up with an excuse if we are caught but the look on your face right now will prove me a liar.” 

Lewis kissed you on the cheek, it was at that moment you realised that despite the fact you had just orgasmed because of him, and for him, you hadn’t even kissed yet. This was like a backwards game of lustful teenagers, and the final act would be one where he told you he had a crush on you. Not that he needed to now. 

“I’ll go first, see you in there-” 

He held your arm as you passed him, catching your attention for the final time.

“Oh and babe, in public we’re just teammates, remember that.” 

You smiled at him, holding his gaze just long enough to make him squirm as he waited for your response. 

“In private we’re just teammates too, Lewis.”

You caught his eye as he walked into the media centre, of course you were paired together, you were never paired together but as if the universe was playing a cruel trick on you, it decided today would be the day it wanted to see you try and keep focused on your job, when the fact you had a little taster of everything the man sat just to your left could do a few moments before you stepped inside the room, made it extremely difficult. 

Observing him as he took his seat felt a little different than usual, normally you held your gaze for just about as long as you could get away with to be polite but this time you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, Lewis just being Lewis had you enchanted. 

He looked so good, his white t-shirt hung over his jeans tighter than usual, outlining every curve in his almost non existent waist whilst the sleeves clung tight to his arms, now all you could think about was how it would feel to be held in them again as you fell apart. How were you expected to function as anything but a woman that longed for Lewis’ touch again? 

As you took him all in, you noticed something that made your eyes widen and your lips moisten; a damp patch on his jeans, no bigger than the size of a coin and noticeable only to those who looked close enough, and you certainly were. It sat proudly by the bulge that even through the thick material of denim was prominent, begging for the attention it so rightly deserved. 

Your mind wandered to thoughts of who’s excitement it belonged to, having fallen apart right there on his lap a few minutes ago it was probably yours, but you had felt how worked up he was, you had heard snippets of how he strained under his clothes as his dick fought to be inside of you. 

You hoped it was his, and as you barely listened to the mundane questions of the journalists in the room, you allowed yourself to hope that the next time his excitement wasn’t wasted on clothes that it would soon be washed out of, but instead savoured on your tongue, the taste left as a reminder of the man who was your fiercest competitor but now also your mentor, of a very different kind. 

“So Lewis, what outfit do you have planned for us tomorrow?”

Questions to the nineteen other drivers, including yourself, were almost always about racing but when it came to Lewis, they were something different. Questions about his personal life in abundance, about his projects outside of Formula One, questions directed to him for a quote on world events and every now and then they would throw in a question just for the fans, like this one, or so you thought it was anyway.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

“We would, your outfits are always a spectacle of a race weekend. Your Miami outfit was a personal favourite.” 

You couldn’t help but screw your face up at the journalist who was so blatantly flirting with Lewis, before you smirked in pity. You wanted to interrupt her, save her the embarrassment of being shot down by him in public, but you weren’t about to ruin what had just started between you both by making your disdain for her obvious.

“A personal favourite? Interesting…I’ll have to remember that for next weekend.” 

You were stunned by Lewis flirting back with her, how dare he? Especially when you were sitting right beside him? You decided right then that if this was the game he wanted to play, playing with you in secret whilst playing with everyone else in public, you wanted nothing to do with it; you had to stop this before it was too late, you knew you would be the one to get hurt, nothing and no one got to Lewis Hamilton. 

“Drive safe, babe.” 

Lewis whispered in your ear as you both went to your separate garages, preparing for Free Practice One. You didn’t turn to look at him, you didn’t wish him well either, the jealousy still seethed through you as you tried your best to focus on what was inevitably going to be a practice session you struggled with. 

Struggle you did, the track foreign to you so every turn you made was a surprise. Sure, you had seen it on television, had walked it once too, but none of that came close to what it felt like as you drove at 200mph around the track, practising strategies you could barely remember thanks to your inability to focus on much else but Lewis. 

The day had started with embarrassment, not wanting to face him as shame drove through you, and as you took the castle turn, the one he had told you how tight it was whilst he felt how tight you were, your mind ran with thoughts of knowing that Lewis was bad for you, yet also knowing you couldn’t quit him, not yet anyway. 

“Lewis is just behind you now, let him through, he’s on a fast run.” 

The call came through from your engineer before you had noticed him in the mirror, as his car got closer you could see the fluorescent yellow helmet inside the cockpit, and once again your mind was distracted by thoughts of him, thoughts that were dangerous at the best of times, but almost certainly in the cockpit of a racing car. 

“Do you copy? Move over for him, now.” 

You moved over but it was too late, you were not focused at all and your moving over meant that whilst Lewis had space to get past you, you drove straight into the barrier and with that, Free Practice was finished for you for the session. 

“You good?” 

Lewis found his way to your driver's room the second he was out of the car, not even knocking first to make sure you were decent before he walked in, clearly that didn’t matter anymore now that he had seen, and felt, more than a teammate ever should. 

“I’m fine.” 

The frostiness of your answer mixed with the way you shrugged off his hand from your shoulder as he approached you had Lewis confused. 

“You had me worried out there, that could have been a bad crash. I’ve been thinking, maybe we should behave ourselves this weekend.”

“Oh, I should have guessed this was coming.”

“What do you mean?” 

“That little stunt you pulled, the flirting with the journalist with me right beside you, if you wanted to let me know that I wasn’t shit to you, you could have just said.” 

Lewis didn’t force you to look at him, nor did he respond to your comment immediately, instead he moved behind you as you stood in the middle of the room, making you focus on the way he made every single tiny hair on your body stand on edge as you felt his presence around you, his hot breath against the back of your neck as he leant in just a little closer, his soft lips on your skin as he placed tender kisses on your nape. 

“Baby, you can’t be getting jealous now…especially over nothing, you know I flirt with everyone.” 

Even if you wanted to fight his protests, you were so very weak to his touch that it was impossible. Your head rolled back towards him, freeing up space on your neck for him to really smother your skin in kisses. 

“Besides, how do I know there isn’t a little boyfriend out there somewhere, you were sending someone a nude after all…”

It felt like Lewis was attempting to make love to your skin with his lips with the way he was kissing you.

“There’s no…no boyfriend.”

“Good because even if there was, I’m not sure I could control myself around you any longer.”

“Do you…do you really want to stop?”

Your voice was weakened by the state in which he kept you in with his lips on your skin, it was as if every touch he made took every drop of sense out of you, as if he was the force that made you lose every little bit of fight that had been built in you from the moment you started karting at five years old; Lewis was your kryptonite, there was nothing at all you could do about it now. 

“No, what I really want right now is to be buried between those thighs but baby, you need to focus on racing this weekend…” 

His lips worked their way up your neck, nibbling on your earlobe before he found your cheek. It was no coincidence that the closer he got to you, he was practically on top of you now, your core began to ache for him as if it already knew how good he would feel inside of you. 

“I don’t…I’m okay, I can do both…please…” 

“Baby, this is for your own safety, we have to put this on pause for the moment before it’s too late.” 

Lewis worked his lips all the way across your cheek until he could not move anymore, instead bringing himself around to face you, cupping your face in his hands before he did the thing you had yet to do, he kissed you. 

Your tongues fought a battle that differed on each side, on Lewis’ it was a dangerous game of resistance that he was quickly losing, yours was one of seduction, desperation, a need that had to be fulfilled fast, as the longing for it grew stronger with each minute. 

“Lewis…please…” 

He held your wrist, moving your hand to place it over the bulge that was so incredibly hard you wondered how it hadn’t ripped through his race suit already. 

“You feel that? You feel how hard it is for you? How badly I want to do everything you need me to do to you…” 

You wondered if it was a coincidence that as he described how much he longed to be inside of you, you felt his dick twitch violently in your grasp, asking for you to release it from its restraints, begging for you to do what it only imagined you could do. 

“I need…I need you to do it, I can’t focus without it.” 

Whilst he took most of your breath just by the way his lips brushed over yours, an almost kiss, he resisted every urge he had to back you up to the wall and take you right there, adrenaline pumped through your body as if he fed it directly to you. 

“I can’t…not here…I can’t fuck you here.” 

You felt his weakening resistance, you found your opportunity and with that you also found a confidence you hadn’t yet seen in his presence since this began. 

“Then how about we compromise?” 

His eyes told you that he was clinging to every word as your hand moved from his bulge to the waistband of his race suit that hung around his hips, slipping in between them so you found your fingers tickling the tufts of hair that hung at the base of the thing you wanted to feel most. 

“How about between now and free practice two we give in to our urges, we don’t fight them, and then we will be good until the race weekend is over?”

“Shit…baby, I swear you are making this so so difficult for me.” 

Your fingers slid around his shaft, a loose grip with full intention to make him want you more, if that was even possible. 

“It doesn’t have to be difficult, Lewis. You don’t need to protect me, I want this as much as you do.”

He pulled his race suit further down his body, allowing you the kindness that was taking him in your hand with a firm grip, the kind of grip that made his lips part as his tongue couldn’t help but lick them. 

“Lewis, you’re practically dripping…”

You smirked, reciting a line he had used on you only a few hours before, as you ran your thumb across the slit that so frequently leaked his desire, it seemed such a shame to waste what was meant for you in your hands when the urge to taste him grew stronger by the minutes.

“Can I ask you something?” 

A question thrown at you whilst you gently stroked the throbbing dick of the man standing just in front of you, was anything but expected. 

“Okay…”

“Why are you still standing? You would look so much better on your knees.” 

You dropped to your knees with little to no elegance, holding his gaze the whole time as where your thumb had once been, you found your tongue tracing the same line. 

“Oh shit…”

Lewis’ whole body shook as you tasted him, his fingers running through your hair told you that your compromise was granted, your wish to have your way with him a little more before racing duties called upon you both was allowed, and as your lips rolled down the entirety of his length until he hit the back of your throat, hearing his sweet little moans made it all the more worthwhile. 

Time was irrelevant with Lewis on your tongue, what did it matter that you had to be in the car in ten minutes? Free practice could wait, you were going to savour his flavour on every little taste bud, memorising the thud against the back of your throat, impossible it was to not bruise you with his size, as you worked him with your mouth. 

With all the will in the world behind you, you were determined to impress him, but more importantly, you were determined to make it so that your mouth was all he thought about getting back to after an hour on the track; anything else would be a bonus. 

The fingers that had been inside of you only hours ago, now ran over your hair with strokes of encouragement, the words he had found so easily when it was your turn, now hitched in his throat at every attempt to speak. 

“Fuck…”

A man normally so eloquent, now reduced to only being able to mumble curse words, your lips had rendered him weak, and whilst you were not quite able to beat him on track just yet, at this very moment you had won; a secret victory, but a victory nonetheless. 

“Baby, I need to taste you…come here.”

Lewis shed both of you of your race suits so quickly you would have thought this too was a competition. As he laid back on your driver's room couch, dick standing up from his body, he waited for you to take a seat on his face as if this was something you had done so many times before. 

Straddling him was nerve wracking, you hovered politely above his face so as to not put any weight on him, but that didn’t matter; Lewis’ hands gripped your thighs to pull you down as close as you could get to his face. 

It was sheer want to please him that led you through what was the most difficult task of your life. His dick was huge, sure, but you could have learnt to deal with that alone. What really made it difficult for you, was how insanely good he was at eating pussy. 

“Lewis…you’re making it so hard for me…”

“Oh you’re going to let me beat you again?” 

He knew exactly what to say to make you fight every distraction, every wave of pleasure he sent through your body, just to ensure that he was the one that exploded in the throes of pleasure first. 

Feeling Lewis orgasm, the way liquid squirted down your throat, the hot breath against your pussy as he moaned uncontrollably was everything you imagined it would be and more. As you swallowed the last drop, you hit your peak, to which you sat up right on his face to allow him as much of a taste of you as you had him. 

As the sunlight peeked through the blinds that never closed all the way, the possibility of your illicit affair being exposed through the lack of privacy hadn’t once crossed your mind before now, but soon your attention was drawn elsewhere. 

Lewis’ clothes were in disarray, the white Mercedes T Shirt that he had thrown on after your moment on the sofa, hung loosely on his body. The evidence of your undoing was dotted around his neckline, but the one thing the sunlight allowed you to notice, the thing it highlighted more than anything was the glistening that decorated the words powerful beyond measure, the thick silver chain that sat on his neck was covered in your juices, a slick wet reminder of the wonder that was his tongue and just what he could do with it. 

“I swear if I don’t get to fuck you soon, I might not be able to function.”

“Why don’t you just ignore the fact we have to be somewhere and just get it over with?” 

“Baby, when it finally happens this will not be a quick ten minutes, I want to take time with your body, I want to feel you shaking underneath me multiple times…I can’t do that in ten minutes.” 

“How about we compromise? How about you put it in for just one minute so I can feel you and then we will carry on with our day…”

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” 

You saw it in his eyes that he was considering your proposal, but as if your colleagues knew to interrupt you both before you did something that there was no going back from, once again someone knocked on the door. 

“Coming! Lewis has just gone to the bathroom.” 

You answered the team member before they even had a chance to speak, the disturbances were now routine and their questions much the same. For the first time in your life, you couldn’t wait for a race weekend to end, just so you could have Lewis all to yourself, without the fear of anyone disturbing you

As you relaxed in your much needed warm bath that evening back at the hotel, your phone screen lit up from where it was resting on the counter and already you knew who it was.

‘I can still taste you on my tongue…’

Accompanying the message was a picture a little more innocent than the ones that got you into this trouble in the first place, just a selfie with some chest on display.

‘Do you want to join me?’ 

You sent him back a picture of you, tastefully covering all that he had already seen, with bubbles. Every single part of you wanted him to say yes, you couldn’t wait until the weekend was over to have him, you needed him now.

‘More than anything but we have to be good. 8pm Sunday, I will be outside of your hotel room door.’ 

‘Fine. I won’t make this easy for you though.’ 

‘I would expect nothing less. See you tomorrow :)’

You were sure when Lewis read that you wouldn’t make waiting easy for him, that he never imagined the lengths you would go to to make sure he wanted you more than you wanted him; one look at the Instagram story that you posted before you walked through the paddock told him exactly how far you would go. 

Since the moment you joined Formula One you were so very careful to never wear anything that made people talk, they did that enough with you just being a woman anyway. You stuck to mostly team wear, not today though, today you wanted everyone to talk, and you wanted Lewis to hear it. 

Your dress went against all the rules, revealing both too much of your chest and your legs at the same time, exactly what you need to reveal to make everyone want you, but most importantly, to make Lewis want you too.

‘Fuck me…’

Lewis took all of five minutes of seeing your story to message you, having not seen you in person yet as he was locked away with his engineer. 

‘I’ve been trying to, babe…’

Gone was the timid, unsure girl that he had begun messing with a day ago. Like Sandy in Grease, you had your makeover and now you were going to get your man, somehow. 

‘You can’t do this to me, I am trying to be strong for your own good.’ 

You could read his frustration through his words, a part of you expected a knock on the door any moment now, but you also knew just how stubborn he could be. That was okay though, you were prepared for stubbornness.

‘Just so you know, I spent the whole night studying the track, I don’t need protecting this weekend, I need you to fuck me.’ 

Lewis didn’t reply this time but what you said was true, you had spent the whole night studying the track. As much as you begrudged having to do exactly what he told you to do, the desire that burnt inside you for him only grew by the hour and the longer he withheld exactly what you wanted, the worse it got. 

All eyes were on you as you entered the team meeting, not because you were late this time, but because you were dressed to be stared at. Covering your modesty a little in a Mercedes T Shirt on top, it swamped your dress completely so somehow your outfit looked even more revealing than before. 

You caught Lewis’ eye in an instant and smirked at him, you could see him salivating as he watched you take your usual seat opposite him. 

This time you paid attention to every word in the meeting, not wanting to give him the attention he was so used to from you, you focused on the speakers at all times and never once glanced at him, even as he purposefully sought your attention by brushing his boot against your bare legs multiple times. 

It amused you no end that the less attention you paid to him, the more desperate he became. Your phone screen lit up on the table in front of you, and you ignored it, you already knew it was another message from Lewis. 

Nothing worked on you and it frustrated him endlessly, as the meeting wound down his desperate sighs had reached their peak volume. 

“Where are you going so fast?” 

Lewis was careless now that he was desperate, grabbing your wrist to pull you back as your colleagues walked past you both. 

You lowered your gaze until he realised what he was doing and quickly let go of you. 

“Careful, we’re teammates, remember.” 

He shook his head slowly as he chose his next words so carefully, finally conscious of prying ears. 

“This game that you’re playing…it won’t work you know.”

“There’s no game, Lewis. I’m just doing what you said, now I better go back to my room to study some more before qualifying.” 

Leaving him standing alone in the hallway, he had no choice but to watch your hips sway purposefully, there was something about this teasing of him that was so satisfying. 

What you had done so far had worked perfectly well. Lewis might have thought he was holding strong so far but what you were about to do next would be the ultimate test of his discipline. 

You waited until the moment you heard his door shut to send what you had prepared for him just before you arrived at the track.

A short clip of you sat in the back of the car on the way to the grid, panning the camera down slowly until you reached where it met your bare legs, you pried them apart ever so slowly to reveal that whilst he was losing his mind over how good you looked in the dress, the real showstopper was hidden underneath; no panties.

It was doubtful that even thirty seconds had passed since you sent the video to him before you heard the gentle rattling of your door handle. 

You knew to expect him, it was inevitable that whilst he was the most stubborn person you knew, you had felt how desperate he was to be inside of you as his dick twitched in his pants only yesterday. 

“So all I had to do was ignore you and you would crumble? I wish I had known that sooner.” 

Lewis wasted no time at all reaching you as you stood in wait for him on the other side of your room. The moment he got close enough, he lifted you up and threw you back against the wall with his whole weight; desire left him no room for care. 

“In the nicest way possible, shut up.”

His lips met yours so ferociously they quite literally took your breath away. As he rid you of the Mercedes shirt you wore, he covered both of your breasts with his hands, squeezing tightly as he freed them from their cloth restraint. With your legs wrapped perfectly around his waist, your lips locked together, everything fell completely into place. 

“Make me…”

You mumbled the moment he allowed you to breathe. Your few words revealed a darkness in his eyes as he knew exactly how you needed to be made to shut up, there was only one real way to make you submit to him now and there was no fight left in him to refuse you it. 

“There…not so brazen now with my dick inside you, are you?” 

He wasn’t wrong, he had rendered you completely inanimate the second it took to bottom out inside of you, giving no thought for the intense stretch you felt in an instant. 

“Fuck…”

His face read the most devilish of smiles as he watched you struggle to adjust to him, you looked so meek, so innocent yet all he could think to do was completely corrupt you within the next few minutes. 

“Now you got what you wanted, you better take it like you deserve it.” 

You bit your bottom lip as your eyes widened, he hiked your legs up higher around his arms so he could get a better angle to make you really feel him. The stretch was more intense now, a sharp heated sting that you knew already you would be feeling for days to come. 

“Please…”

One little pathetic plea from you was all it took to make him have mercy on your desires and begin to thrust in and out of you, a feeling you were certain would never be topped already. 

“Baby, your pussy feels like magic…” 

Lewis groaned into your neck as he devoured your skin, pounding you like the wall you were up against wasn't paper thin and your colleagues weren’t on the other side. That was until you were both reminded of that fact. 

“Have you seen Lewis?” 

A team member shouted to you through your door and you both froze, praying with everything you had that they didn’t open the unlocked door. Whilst they would find out where Lewis was immediately, there would also be no way to explain away the fact that he could be found inside you. 

“Answer him before he decides to join us.” 

Lewis hissed in your ear instructions that he knew you needed, it was impossible for you to function without them at the present. 

“No sorry, I haven’t seen Lewis anywhere.” 

Your voice was a struggle as he thrust into you once more purposefully making it almost impossible for you to not moan out.

“If you do see him, tell him Toto wants him in his office as soon as possible.” 

“Shit…okay I will do! Shit, do you think they heard us?” 

You whispered to Lewis as you watched concern wash across his face. Whilst the both of you battled for dominance together, there was one person who ruled it all, Toto; even Lewis knows he isn’t to be messed with. 

“Maybe…I guess if they have, we’re in trouble already. Might as well make it worth it, right?” 

All at once you felt his hand smother your mouth to keep you quiet as he began fucking you with every ounce of pent up frustration that had built up over the past day or so. 

It was intense, rapid, every stroke made you feel so full of him, as well as awash with pleasure. He stared deep into your eyes the whole time, the ability to watch his lips quiver with pleasure told you that it felt just as good for him as it did for you. 

“Baby, you’re going to cum in a second…don’t scream.” 

His words confused you so much you frowned, you didn’t feel like you were, you were far too overwhelmed to focus on the finality. 

“Trust me…”

Somehow Lewis was right, your orgasm took you by complete surprise as he drew it out of you so quickly you had absolutely no time to prepare. Your nails dug into every little bit of him you could reach, but nothing helped centre you as the most intense explosion you had ever felt erupted through your whole body. 

He warned you not to scream, yet he did everything in his power to make sure you did. You fought it, you fought it so hard but as it laid on the tip of your tongue ready to escape into his hand, you bit down so hard on his skin that you almost broke it.

Lewis let out a guttural groan, one built from the pain in his hand as you tasted it, with an orgasm of his own thrown in, as he thrusted a few more sloppy times, releasing into you as if it was your reward for how well you had taken him. 

“Ouch…” 

He giggled as you finally released his hand from between your teeth, he shook it before examining the damage you had done.

“You told me not to scream…”

Suddenly a conversation with Lewis still inside of you, felt more normal than anything else. It was then that you realised this could never be just a Baku weekend thing, you couldn’t go back to just being his teammate now, not when you knew the power he held through the form of also being the best dick of your life. 

“I did, but I didn’t tell you to take a chunk of me with you.” 

“I think I have a little more than a chunk of you inside of me right now…”

It was then that Lewis realised what he had just done, releasing inside of you with little worry of the complications or consequences. 

“Shit…I shouldn’t have done that.” 

The urge to let him stew for a little longer in the panic you could see running through his mind at this very moment, was so very tempting. But as he let you down from where he held you against the wall, you pitied him a little. 

“Don’t worry, I am not stupid enough to let you do that if there was any kind of risk.”

“Good, because I don’t know how I would explain getting the first female driver pregnant.” 

The small talk, the banter, all of it was normally awkward after the very first time you slept with someone, yet with Lewis it felt comfortable, as you both caught your breath whilst tidying yourselves up as best you could. 

“I think I better go and see what Toto has to say now…this isn’t going to be pretty.” 

Lewis placed the most tender of kisses on your cheek before he made his way over to the door. 

“Lewis, whatever happens it was worth it…for me anyway.” 

You saw the effect your reassurance had on him as his face softened from a frown to the softest smile at you. 

“It was worth it for me, too. Now finish your prep, quali starts in a little while.” 

“Ah, there he is…”

“Who?”

“My teammate.” 

“Shut up...before I make you, again.” 

“How about you go and see what the boss wants and then you come right back here so you can make me shut up at least once more before we have to drive?”

“You are so fucking dangerous…”

“I thought you liked danger, Lewis?”

“I love it.” 

[hotchocolateboy]

lautski week day one- "Blue"

@lautski-week

day one submission! (it's still technically december 3rd where i live)

oh damn, never seen that color blue

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Stephanie Lauter felt she was nothing more than a burnt out junior who was forced to take chemistry to graduate. The most boring of all the sciences. It felt like a different language, the way they talked about bonds and whatever the fuck she was supposed to be doing all year. But whenever she sat down in front of her massive textbook with a worksheet she was supposed to fill out, it felt like a brick wall magically built itself right in front of the paper- like it was physically blocking her from being able to figure it out. But it was the last week of classes, so for once she figured she might as well tune in to what the teacher was saying. From what she gathered, the class’ final would be a group project where he would give each pair or trio a mysterious mixture and it was their job to figure out what was in it through trial and error, and a list of experiments they had theoretically done all year. 

Shit.

Steph didn’t recognize any of the equipment sitting at all of the thick black lab tables, set up behind the rows of desks where the teens were all taking notes, and photos of the rubric. She knew she was going to have to pair up with some random dweeb who she could swindle into doing all the work. It might not be the most ethical solution, but she is a Lauter after all. 

“Hey. Hey geek. You understand this shit, right?” “Uh. yeah?” The boy sitting next to her had thick black glasses and longer brown hair. With his nose almost always in a book and a fucking bowtie, he was the perfect candidate. “You’re Peter, right?” He nodded his head. “Great. Do you wanna be my partner for the project? Fair warning you will be doing most of the work- but it could be fun!” Bad sell Steph. You’re gonna be screwed. Is it too late to drop out? Her mind criticized. 

Peter looked back at the two friends he had originally been chatting with, who gave adamant approval, jumping up and down in their seats like feral guinea pigs. “Alright.” ~~~

The next day was the first of the project. So Steph walked over to one of the front lab tables, where Pete was already sitting, with goggles on. What a nerd, she thought. 

Pete, on the other hand, was anxiously going through his notes to try to distract himself from the fact he was going to have to muscle his way through an hour of talking to the coolest girl in school. Something he very clearly was not. Ruth and Richie had spent all of lunch hyping him up, saying some things that he wished nobody would ever repeat, but nevertheless, he almost stopped breathing when Steph took her seat next to him; just as the bell rang. It was one-sided uncomfortable silence (Steph didn’t notice) until the teacher handed the two a large vial of pale blue liquid. 

“Alright. First impressions. What are we thinking, blended up smurf? Water with blue food dye? An actual chemical solution?” Pete laughed, without having a chance to think about any of the words that came out of his mouth.

“I dunno, I was gonna write down ‘blue shit’ and call it a day, but that works too.” Steph smiled back. Both had wildly poor attempts at jokes, but she found herself laughing anyway. “What’s the first step?”

~~~

The first step in the long list of helpful guides was to find the boiling point, although Pete was pretty sure that a bunch of high schoolers all handling mystery chemical solutions over open flames was a terrible idea; he obliged nonetheless. 

“The fire’s turning blue… and our solution’s blue.. that has to mean something, right?” Steph asked, readjusting her goggles. 

“Not exactly.” Pete said, trying to not sound condescending with everything that followed.  “The flame is turning blue because that’s the hottest possible flame. But that does mean that whatever we’re dealing with has a really high boiling point, which is super helpful.” Pete started to write down something on his worksheet, while Steph was not so subtly looking over his shoulder at the answers. 

Eventually things got easier. Even though they were the most simple concepts, she started to understand whenever Pete took the time to explain to her. She had started contributing to the project over the week, suggesting hypotheses, and slowly looking forward to the class after lunch. 

After the first day, Pete had started to relax. Science was his strong suit after all, and after getting to actually know Steph over the course of the week, he realized that she wasn’t one of the scary cool kids; but one that got to know him, and let him geek out about any topic she asked about. 

~~~

“Hey! Did you see the grade?” “Fuck, he already graded it? We got outta class like ten minutes ago.” Steph checked her phone, anxiously opening the app.

A+

“Oh my god.” Steph grinned. She couldn’t even try to hide it. Pete matched with his smile, something that made Steph’s heart flutter. That confused her, but she decided to listen to her heart. 

“Hey, thanks for doing the project, I really appreciate it. And hey, my dad won’t take away my phone now, so that’s a plus.” “Hey, you contributed just as much as I did Steph. It was your idea that crossed off the final two combinations.

“Yeah, I guess. But I wanted to ask, do you wanna go to the end of the year carnival with me? It’ll probably be lame, but everyone knows making fun of shitty school events is the best part of school.” Steph asked, throwing all caution to the wind. A week ago she would’ve laughed at the idea of liking the geek who sat next to her every day for nearly a decade. But this Steph, the Steph with a passing grade in chemistry, didn’t care.

“Really?” “Really.” Steph assured. 

“I’d really like that, Steph.” “Cool.”

[loneswaggingranger]

I'm thinking. I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking - Goncharov Coffee Shop AU, except Andrey is broke, Goncharov is a true pain in the ass and there's hints of unresolved trauma everywhere.

ps: the thought wrote itself.

-

"Welcome to Naples Hot Coffee, what can I get for you?" Andrey called listlessly over the counter. It was five in the morning, sue him. The only reason he took this shift was because it paid well.

"A better attitude, that's what."

Andrey glared at the unjustifiably pit together customer's polished black shoes. Ugh, white collar folk.

Andrey's mind would later register that white collar folk generally never frequented his part of town and that this gentleman was an actual anomaly. At the moment, though, he was preoccupied with being annoyed by the prick's pompous air.

"I'll just get you a coffee as black as your soul, then." Andrey decided huffily. Sofia would probably kill him for taking that tone with a potential customer, but hey, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Wonderful. I was just going to order that anyway."

Andrey's head snapped up. The stranger was watching him with an infuriating curl in his lips, hair slicked back with an atrocious amount of hair gel.

"You're a monster."

The gentleman raised an eyebrow. "Just get me my coffee."

-

The next day, the gentleman arrived at the same time as the day before.

Andrey wrinkled his nose at him. "Plain black coffee again? No sugar or cream?"

"No, thank you." The gentleman seemed to be taking immense pleasure at how disgusted Andrey was by his choice of drink.

-

"Do I have a name to go with your demon spawn drink from hell?"

The gentleman's eyes twinkled. "Do you need one?"

-

"Andrey?"

"Yeah?" Andrey hollered in the general direction of Sofia's voice.

Sofia emerged from out back, a strangely frazzled look on her face. She didn't usually arrive so early in the morning, but she had to that day because the landlord Mario Ambrosini was coming to check her books in a couple minutes. Apparently they suspected her of underhanded dealings.

How underhanded a coffee shop could get, Andrey didn't even want to know. After all, this was a pretty shitty part town.

"Why were you snarking to Goncharov, Lo Straniero, the loan shark of the century's face?"

Andrey's neck turned so fast he might have gotten whiplash. "What?"

"Goncharov." Sofia said dryly. "You were criticising the mafia boss Goncharov's beverage preferences."

Andrey opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. No words came out.

The chiming of the shop door opening saved him from having to continue any part of that conversation.

-

The gentleman came for his heinous plain black coffee every damn day.

He never told Andrey his name. Andrey never dared ask again.

-

Naples Hot Coffee was located in a particularly crime-heavy part of town. It was also the part of town that Andrey happened to grow up in, so it wasn't really a big deal.

What was a big deal though, was the fact that the stranger he served coffee to every early morning was in fact, the boss of an extended mafia gang.

The same gang Andrey had been trying to outrun since his father slashed his own son's eye to prove his fealty to their ranks. (Or to prove that he could pay rent, whichever one suited.)

Andrey groaned, burying his face in his hands. He was so screwed.

-

Goncharov came the next day.

Andrey kept his head down, handed him his coffee and said nothing else.

-

"You know who I am." Goncharov said with a sip of his drink. It was the first time he'd ever lingered since Andrey found out who he was.

Andrey felt his hands shake. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, quit acting." Goncharov rolled his eyes. "You've known since the start of last week. I was waiting for you to confront me about it, but you never did."

Andrey busied himself cleaning the already spotless coffee machine at the side counter. "Should I have?"

"I should have expected you to. You're Daddano's junior, aren't you?"

Andrey's hands stilled involuntarily. They couldn't move, and yet they were trembling.

He knew.

"Whatever it was my father owed you, I can pay you back, I just need a little more time-"

"He did owe me." Goncharov interrupted plainly. "You don't."

On that brilliantly unhelpful note, Goncharov turned on his heels without any more explanation and left Andrey gaping hopelessly after him.

-

A bombshell of a woman entered Naples Coffee Shop at the ungodly hour Goncharov usually did.

"What can I get for you, ma'am?"

She sized Andrey up with a single critical glance. Andrey felt oddly as if he were being put to some sort of test by those eyes alone.

"I see why he likes you." She said finally, and Andrey hated that he didn't have to ask to know who she was referring to.

Andrey cleared his throat. "Like might be a bit of a strong word."

"Oh," The woman fluffed up her coat and sent him a crude grin.

"Trust me, darling, he definitely likes you." She held out her well-manicured hand. "Katya Goncharova, pleased to be your acquaintance."

Andrey accepted her hand, bemused. "You're not here for coffee, are you?"

Katya smiled. "No, not really, but I could take one back for you."

"For me?" Andrey asked, even though he was already going through the motions of preparing Goncharov's disaster drink.

"Yes, darling," Katya was practically purring. Andrey was so glad there weren't any other customers around so early. "For you."

He all but shoved Goncharov's black coffee into her hands when he was done. Katya sashayed her way out of the shop with a cheshire grin and a reminder for him to mention her regards to Sofia. Her regards might have involved some filthy reference to getting down to bed late that night.

Andrey wondered again what sort of dealings Naples Hot Coffee really had with the underworld.

-

Andrey didn't really mean for the following words to be his first to Goncharov after a month's worth of radio silence and only Katya to pick up his morning drinks, but sleep-deprived Andrey didn't usually think things through.

"I've been told that you like me."

Goncharov stopped at the doorway. "Katya." He huffed.

Andrey went to the coffee machine, hiding a grin.

"Well, don't let it get to your head," Goncharov said gruffly, approaching the counter. "I'm just here for the coffee."

"The bitter as heck piece of shit you drink every morning?" Andrey commented. He didn’t really know where all this snarky courage was coming from. It just felt natural.

It felt like what Goncharov came to him for.

"Seriously, where do you find joy to live every day when you have to wake up to this -" Andrey slid the coffee towards Goncharov and took the money from him with his other hand. " - every morning?"

Goncharov took the cup, a considering lilt in his expression as his dark brown eyes flicked up and down Andrey's body as if they were physically stripping him bare. Andrey felt an unbidden shiver travel down his spine.

Goncharov's eyes came back up to meet his with mirth. "I don't know," He brought the cup up to his lips, practically leering as he said his next sentence. "I find plenty joy in this every day."

Okay, the way his eyes dropped specifically to Andrey's lips was absolutely intentional. Andrey felt his cheeks heat.

"See you tomorrow, Andrey Daddano."

With that, Andrey was left not for the first time gaping after Goncharov's sturdy broad back.

"Yeah," Andrey croaked, even though Goncharov was already long gone. "See you tomorrow."

[southsidewrites]

First-time Head Gamemaker Seneca Crane was stressed, to say the least. Crippled with overwhelming misery and anxiety was probably more accurate.

He had been a Gamemaker for nearly twenty-five years now, starting as Junior Gamemaker riding on the coattails of his family name, but working his way up through hard work, dedication, and a good dose of creativity. Plutarch Heavensbee, who had been around forever but seemed to have no ambition for the top spot, had called him one of the most maniacal bastards he’d ever met.

Coming from Plutarch, that was a compliment.

And now, here he was, sitting in the chair he’d been dreaming about since he was a boy, and he couldn’t feel worse.

It should have been a crowning moment. For generations, the Crane family had been aspiring to this level of glory, a never-ending battle to retain the good standing of their family name. Every time they managed to get close to some kind of real renown, though, someone’s idiot kid would come along and screw it all up. None of the founding families of the Capitol were completely free of scandals, but Seneca often felt that his family was especially cursed, particularly when it came to the Hunger Games.

So, Seneca had spent years toiling away in the Control Room, forgoing sleep to stay at planning meetings that went on all night long and brown-nosing all the new money shills who seemed to think one lucky investment made them important. All those years of work, of lowering himself and doing whatever it took, had finally culminated in this moment.

He was the Head Gamemaker.

As Head Gamemaker, he answered only to President Snow, and he was one of the most powerful and important men in all of Panem. He had the ear and the trust of the President himself, so he should have been on top of the world. Instead, he felt only dread.

It was just like Coriolanus Snow to take what should have been a perfectly good moment and turn it into some kind of sick torture.

from Interlude: Seneca Crane, the 72nd Annual Hunger Games read the rest: The Capitol's Jewel on AO3

[nothingunrealistic]

csa cw (billions dialogue compilation + discussion, nothing involving real people)

CHUCK: I told you about my first time.

WENDY: With the junior —

CHUCK: Yes. Yes. Wasn’t so. She was my first amateur. Uncle Maurice took me to a brothel on my fourteenth birthday.

WENDY: So young. That’s practically Kevin’s age.

CHUCK: Yeah. I was as ashamed as I was nervous as I was excited. And Uncle Maurice swore it would be between me and him… but when I got home, my father was waiting up for me. And he knew all about it. Told me he’d picked Ginger for me, that he knew she’d get the job done right. Take me “‘round the world.”

WENDY: You discovered he was unfaithful.

CHUCK: Mm-hmm. And it was the first time my father ever said he was proud of me.

WENDY: So… how was Ginger?

CHUCK: Well, Dad was right about that. Yeah. She took me ‘round the world.

———

SENIOR: Connecticut Hall. I fucked three girls in there once, in a twenty-four hour period. One in the can.

CHUCK: You screwed a girl in a dorm bathroom?

SENIOR: No, sonny.

CHUCK: Well. That was before AIDS.

SENIOR: Wouldn’t have stopped us. Fact that it stopped your generation says it all. We forged ahead, damn the torpedoes.

CHUCK: I should have known better. The sentimental approach was never going to work on you. I realize I may endure the consequences of what I’ve done. May go down. And if you are unable to protect me… I want to know that you’ll protect Kevin. Be the man in his life. My speech was under false pretenses. But there was truth in it. You were a role model.

SENIOR: The boy will be looked after.

CHUCK: Ok. But please, none of that Uncle Maurice shit.

———

SENIOR: I’m proud of you, son. You did what was required. Fucked me good. Damn the torpedoes.

—————

WENDY: You’ll never be him.

CHUCK: Yeah. I used to be sure that was a good thing. The reason I didn’t measure up to my father was ‘cause I didn’t want to.

WENDY: Good. He’s warped.

CHUCK: Yeah? Is he? I look around now and he’s the one who’s happy. He’s the one surrounded by loving family. Maybe the reason I didn’t measure up… is because I couldn’t. I was too different. On a cellular level, I was a different and lesser man.

WENDY: I’ll hand it to him. He wired you in a way even I could never quite untangle. You’re racked with guilt.

CHUCK: Because I can’t help him.

WENDY: Or because you don’t want to.

CHUCK: Wait. You think that I want him to die?

WENDY: I think, maybe, you need him to. Where should we begin? From the way he let your uncle “make a man of you,” to the way he let you know he’d tried her too.

CHUCK: Yeah. The hooker?

WENDY: The sex worker. Yes.

CHUCK: That’s what we must call them now?

WENDY: I’m not gonna get into the semantics of this with you right now. Ask your colleagues who are trying to make that fact law. Or your girlfriend. She’s a renowned expert.

———

CAT: Is this for your class?

CHUCK: Uh, no. It’s for yours. The one you’re about to teach me. On prostitution.

CAT: Sex work. Call it sex work, because that’s what it is, work.

CHUCK: Uh-huh.

CAT: Prostitution suggests something criminal, immoral… deviant.

CHUCK: Why the hell isn’t it deviant? Come at me.

CAT: Why? Are you bringing a case on this?

CHUCK: No. It’s more that the DA isn’t. She’s quietly pushing decriminalization.

CAT: Good for her. The Nordic Model is doing great things to decrease stigma, redistribute responsibility. Why should the workers be punished and not the patrons?

CHUCK: Yes, that’s the stuff. Make your best argument… and then help me shred it.

CAT: I don’t like this game. This is my life’s work.

CHUCK: I’m well aware it’s not a game. I need the DA off my turf. That may require trampling on hers.

CAT: Have you ever even met a sex worker?

CHUCK: A long time ago, my father — I don’t want to get into it.

—————

PLIMPTON: Satan or angel, the other unions are in too. They didn’t hardly need convincing. It’s like when a female teacher takes a sixteen-year-old male student for a ride. Not much in the way of enticing needs to happen ‘cause it’s all the kid’s been after anyway.

CHUCK: Teacher still goes to jail.

PLIMPTON: How often you think that one gets reported, Chuck? We’re signing off with Michael Prince.

3x04 hell of a ride // 5x06 the nordic model // 6x06 hostis humani generis. i was thinking, as i sometimes do, about the portrayal of sex work in 5x06. specifically, about how strange it is that neither a man who has visited sex clubs and hired dominatrixes, nor his ex-wife who is aware of those facts, nor his current girlfriend who may not know those facts but is supposedly an expert on sex work and does know that he practices bdsm, includes any of those professionals in their definitions of “sex worker.”

obviously that subplot ties into chuck’s story about ginger and uncle maurice, but i hadn’t previously made the connection from that story to the exchange between chuck and plimpton. (i don’t know that it’s explicitly Meant to be connected, but obviously there’s some thematic resonance.) anyway, i figure the compilation kind of speaks for itself here, but i guess if there were a tl;dr it’d be: chuck may not be able to outright say that what his uncle and father coerced him into shouldn’t have happened, but he does recognize that it shouldn’t happen to anyone else. progress?

[iyabutterfly]

Im ready to throw my hands in the air, and give my kids away to the first person that raises their hand. What advice do you have for this single mother? Im stressed. I can't find a way out. It doesn't matter what "best decision" I make, because it always ends up bitting me in the rear. And I'm only human, so you already know I make "bad decisions" as well.

I just never saw myself as a Single Mother. I was with my Children's Father since high-school. 14 years we made it. We never got married, and that's only my second mistake. My first mistake was committing and moving in so young. I was too young, so what did I know? We got together junior year, and I moved in with his parents right after graduation. Never even had a real date. Like, whoo raised me??!! (That's a whole other post on childhood traumas😒)

Anyway, I gave him ALL of me. All of my time and commitment. All of my love and nurturing. I wasn't perfect but my world revolved around him, his family and his needs. Who knows what that did to me and my family?? It estranged me. I'm the second oldest of my Mothers 6 kids. The 4th oldest of my Fathers 5 and when my Mother finally married, that added 5 more to my list. "You only call when you need something" "Where's *******?" At this point I'm just ashamed and embarrassed.

We broke up so many times...And took each other back....again and again. TOXIC MADNESS. verbal abuse. mental abuse. physical abuse. I played my toxic role. No lies. I won't even make excuses about how "I can only take so much before I clash back". Because sometimes, I picked with him first.

And it wasn't always all bad. We had some amazing times as well. I know he loved me just as much as I loved him. I just don't know what happened. Where did I fail? NOW I have nothing. I stayed at home and taught my boys and catered to him for so long, I'm lost now. No home. No financial or emotional support. My anxieties are through the roof. Everything that I spent my young life creating, just ripped away. I'm really so angry AND sad.

And now I'm really screwed up, because my anxieties and depression led me to alcohol. I got into trouble. And not just once. My record is now tampered with, making it hard to get a decent paying job. And the decent paying ones that I can get are so far away that it's hard to balance my life on the bus line. School is starting back up Monday. Due to my living situation, I have to take the bus to get them to school. The bus is my life.. What does their Father help me with?? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Not a penny. Not an hour. And do you know why? Because I won't give him sex. He feels like if he does anything for me, then he deserves my body. Im halfway tempted to give in, for a number of reasons. I need help. I CANT THINK STRAIGHT. I CANT FOCUS. I have so much to get done and think about, I can't think. The boys are always with me. I had to take them to an interview 😫 Guess how that went. Nothing I start gets completed. I'm looking and looking into resources. Either nothing for me, or I'm not in the district or I simply missed the appointment. I'm up late night because it's my only place and then I can't hear my alarm in the am. ON TOP OF needing to get things done, I have these handsome, innocent sweet little boys that deserve the world. I can't give it to them. I get impatient 😔 I yell. It's killing me that they have gone through so much, and I'm just putting them through more. It's killing me that I can't tend to all their needs. I'm dying inside. I need my village but it doesn't seem that I have one. I let my relationship shut everyone out, and now it's just too late. I really can go on and on and on. I could write books detaling my life and Noone would ever get bored. I guess the advice that I need is

HOW DO YOU FOCUS?

HOW DO YOU, as a Single parent, juggle life with work and kids and cleaning and self care? How do you get these things done, without pulling out your hair or thrusting your head through the wall?

[iheartgracie]

campus nights reagan funny quotes

“Help!” a muffled voice calls from one of the bedrooms. A girl with hair the color of honey pulled up in curlers rushes out wearing a silky robe. “I don’t know what to wear.”

“I’m nervous, which is ridiculous, right? Who gets nervous about going to a party where their crush is? It’s like junior high all over except without the zits and braces. Thank god. I’ve been trying to talk to this guy for… a long time. I get all weird and shy around him. Well, shier than normal.”

“You’re hired. Someday when I’m a big well-known actress, I’m going to force you to do my makeup every day. In fact, I wish you could do my makeup for the winter play.”

“but last spring she had me looking like a clown. There’s stage makeup, and then, there’s straight-up too much blush.”

“My boss has a giant crush on him.”

“What?” I ask at the same time Reagan mutters, “Who doesn’t?”

Dakota and I look to her. “What? Come on, he’s hot. No, not only hot, he’s nice and…” She trails off. “I’m just saying, it isn’t totally ridiculous that she has a crush on him.”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. I’m hoping that he hasn’t found it. If he has, I’m moving and changing my name.”

“Why? I thought you were ready to tell him how you feel.”

“Do you really think a red heart cut out of construction paper with glitter is the way I should do that?”

She giggles. “We were going for fun and heartfelt. My brother is a romantic.”

“He’s also a twenty-one-year-old man. I don’t think bedazzling the sentiment was my best-laid plan.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Well, when I decide to tell you how much I like you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What if he’s already seen it?” she asks.

“Then I’ll send a postcard when I get settled in my new town. I have to go.”

“Promise me you’ll never let me craft for a man again.”

“I can’t promise that. Two glasses of wine and my judgment goes right out the window.”

“Again, helpful.”

“What’s with the all black?” she asks. She looks me over like she’s just noticing my outfit.

“I’m in mourning.”

“Oh my god, who died?” Her expression is horrified for a moment.

“No one. Just my fake relationship and any chance of ever dating your brother.”

“But I’m sure you just took him by surprise.”

“Oh, I took him by surprise all right, but not the good kind of surprise. The truly scary kind that should only happen in cheesy horror films.”

“Please don’t tell anyone else about the fake engagement,” I whisper while we’re still alone. “I’ll tell Dakota eventually, but I can’t do it right now. Retelling it was almost as painful as living it the first time.”

“I’m quiet because you make me nervous. I get this total body lock up around you. I can’t think or talk. It’s sort of humiliating how into you I am.” She screws her eyes shut and then peeks out, opening one and then the other.”

“My hands go to my face.

“I’m a narwhal, Ginny’s a tiger, and Reagan’s a llama. Duh,” my roommate tells him.

Oh shit. I’m a llama. I’m a llama standing in front of my incredibly sexy crush. A freaking llama.”

“Are you trying to politely ask if I turn into a drama queen, tortured artist every time?”

“Your words, baby.”

“I’d invite you over to meet the guys, but we’ve got training in thirty minutes.”

“Training?”

“Hockey.”

Also known as my new favorite sport.”

“Reagan nods in agreement. “Yeah, I need to go intervene before that girl standing next to Adam touches him one more time. Does anyone have bail money just in case?”

[slutty-wife-stories]

How my cheating fiancé turned our engagement into an open cuckold relationship before things ended.

I met my fiancé, Erma, during our freshman year of college. She was going to school for interior design and I was immediately drawn to her beauty and killer body. She is a petite thing, 5’2 with a slender body, dark hair, olive skin, and natural, voluptuous, breasts. I‘d always known her to be the “party girl”, being that I had seen her at almost every major frat party or keger I ever went to. Although we met in our freshman year we hadn’t hooked up at a party until our sophomore year. We didn’t actually start “dating” until our junior year. I had always known Erma had a reputation for being a bit of a wild girl on campus. I also knew she had slept with her fair share of dudes. I tried to not let it bother me as things got more serious between us. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and although I found myself to be a bit possessive and jealous about her history, I never actually heard of Erma going behind my back with anyone else.

The first year of dating was incredible for me, as Erma way out of my league in the looks department. Sexually she was wild and very into sex. We were screwing every chance we got and it was pure bliss. She was the hottest girl I had ever been with and I was having the most sex I ever had in my life. After our Senior year we moved in together and got our start in our careers. She had made her way into one of the large design firms while I had got my foot in the door in my respective field. Things were great for the next year and a half and I set aside money for an engagement ring. About 6 months later I popped the question on a weekend getaway and she happily said yes.

Fast forward 4 more years and things seemed to be changing. Not only was a wedding no where on our radar financially, our relationship seemed to be slipping into monotony; wake up, go to work, get home late, watch television, pass out on the couch, wake up and go to bed.” Erma always seemed to be working late too, and I felt like the spark we had was now gone. We began living more like roommates than an engaged couple. Coming and going in passing. We were rarely intimate anymore, and although Erma would never turn down my advances for sex, I could tell she was less enthusiastic about it than years before. I mistakenly brushed this off as “normal” considering we had been living together for some time now, but little did I know she was having an affair.

One evening while Erma was in the shower I noticed her phone tangled in a blanket on the couch. This stood out to me as she almost always took her phone with her in the bathroom. I had the sudden urge to do a little snooping. I opened the phone with her password and located her text messages. I felt my heart hit the floor when I discovered she had been having a sexual conversation with one of her coworkers. The message chain was long, explicit, and detailed. I focused in on one of the more recent messages from a guy names Jon. “I want your lips around my cock again. Meet at lunch?” I couldn’t believe it. I was in total shock as I felt myself become angry and nauseas in disbelief.

I decided to confront her about it when she came out of the bathroom I walked into the bedroom. As she walked through the threshold of the door she could tell something about my expression was off. She asked me what was wrong and I just showed her the screen to her phone. I began reading the messages out loud. Her face immediately went pale and she looked terrified.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't think…” she broke down and started crying hysterically. I packed a bag for myself and left for the night. Erma was begging me not to leave in a sea of tears, clutching onto my arm as I pulled myself away out the door.

I went to stay with my best friend, Steve, who lived in the city. I told him everything and he listened intently. After a few drinks, he suggested I leave her. He said that I should confront Erma one last time for closure and make it clear to her that our relationship was over. He gave me some advice on how it should be done and I was dead set on following through. He also offered for me to stay with him in the meantime. I contacted Erma the following morning despite her blowing up my phone all night. Being it was the weekend, we agreed to meet up at the apartment to talk.

When I arrived, Erma was sitting on the couch looking nervous. I could tell she had been crying prior to me walking through the door. I stood next to the couch and looked down, “just tell me why you did it. Were you unhappy…unfulfilled? Why would you do this to me?” Her voice cracked as she buried her face into her hands, “I don’t know how it came to that…we were just friends and things started to get out of control. I…I love you, I really do but we have been so distant with each other and I was getting all this positive attention from him…I’m so sorry. I sent him a text after you left…look!” Erma spun her phone around to show me a message she sent to the effect of “it’s over.” I don’t remember exactly what it said but I could read a barrage of messages from Jon pleading to know why and if I had found out about them.

I sighed heavily, “look, I can’t do this. You were the woman I was planning to marry and you completely betrayed me…it’s over.” Erma broke down again crying uncontrollably. I stood there for what felt like 15 minutes as she tried to compose herself. In a sobbing and broken voice she tried to get the words out, “please, don’t do this…I love you and I made a huge mistake. Please let me regain your trust. I will never put myself in that position again…I love you, and only you.” I felt myself feel the slightest bit of sympathy for her. “Look, I’m not ready to go back to how things were…maybe we can try to work it out but I won’t guarantee it’s going to work.” Erma then grabbed on to my hand to respond, “please! That’s all I want, another chance to prove to you that I love you…and I’m sorry.” We agreed that we’d continue living together in the apartment albeit I would be sleeping on the couch. We didn’t talk much the rest of the day and we were back to work the following day.

The following evening I could tell she was trying to come onto me…make it up to me. She sat down on the couch next to me as I was watching T.V. After trying to make a casual joke about the show I was watching, she leaned in to kiss my cheek, and then my neck. I could tell what she was trying to do and pushed her away, “stop!” I ordered. Erma looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, “you don’t have to forgive me yet…I understand, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to make it up to you.” I felt a surge of lust come over me as I thought to myself “There isn’t anything wrong with fucking her…she was the one out cheating so I might as well take advantage of her a little bit.” I looked at her with cold eyes, “Fine, you want to make it up to me? Suck my cock!” Erma looked at me confused at first but then intrigued. I think she knew I was taking advantage of the situation but she played along. With a smirk she reached to undo my pants. I undid my belt and slid them down to the floor as I sat, carefree on the couch. Erma grabbed hold of my cock and began stroking it to get it fully hard before leaning over and taking it into her mouth.

As she bobbed up and down on my cock, her lips enveloping me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt about what I was doing but still I didn’t care. This wasn't the same as before. It felt forced and empty. I reached down to touch her breasts, sliding my hand through the top of the neck line of her shirt. Feeling a sudden urge to be rough with her, I began squeezing her tits hard. She pulled away and looked up at me, her eyes filled with hints of relief. "I want you to do whatever you want," she whispered. "I’m yours." I cupped her face in my hand and lowered my voice deep. "Suck me off then! She looked confused at how cold I was being but remained eager to please. She continued sucking as I grabbed the back of her hair, pushing her head further down on my cock to where she was now deep throating me. I was now thrusting her head up and down with my hand, ignoring the audible gags I heard when my cock would hit the back of her throat.

Her moans became louder and more desperate as I fucked her face harder. My guilt began to fade away, replaced by a dark and twisted sense of power. I let out a low groan and came in her mouth, feeling her throat muscles around me as she received every last drop. Now, normally Erma rarely swallows, usually excusing herself to spit in a tissue or towel but I could tell she was giving the extra effort that night. With her eyes closed and head tilted back I watched as she swallowed the load I had just deposited in her mouth. She opened her eyes and smiled, “did you enjoy that?” I was beside myself and couldn’t hide my satisfaction, “oh hell yeah I did.”

She climbed onto my lap, straddling me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in closer. She whispered in my ear, her voice cracking slightly with emotion…”I love you.” I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Instead I stammered, “I don’t know…I don’t know how to move on from this…but that was amazing…thank you.” She pulled back and looked me in the eyes, “we can move on from it together…I’ll always be here for you and I owe you more of that…whenever you want. Okay?” We agreed to sleep in the same bed that night which ended up in another early morning sex session. At about 4am I was woke up to the feeling of my boxers being pulled off. I opened my eyes and Erma was rubbing on my cock with her hand, “I’m so fucking wet from before. I want you in me.” She purred as she began stroking my dick.

After a little handjob and blowjob action, I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself above her, entering her in one smooth thrust. Her moans filled the room as I began fucking her hard and fast. “You like that? You just needed to be fucked, didn’t you?” I felt myself in another angry and horny rage. I could feel her walls gripping me tightly as she use to in the heat of passion. I slowed down slightly, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of us. Her nails dug into my back as I whispered in her ear, “even if we break up I can still fuck you like this every once in a while.” I began slamming my cock into her in long, slow, but deep thrusts. “You can fuck whoever you want, fuck your coworker whenever you want but I’ll still use you when I feel like it.” I didn’t know what I was saying but it was turning me on…the thought of her as a friend with benefits, fucking her as a slutty fuck buddy was driving me wild.

She snapped back in a moan of pleasure, “is that what you want? You want to just fuck me?” I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or upset, but I didn’t care…”yeah, that’s all I want.” I whispered back as I continued to pound her. “Ohhhh fuck!” She moaned as she climaxed and orgasmed. I turned her over and began thrusting hard and fast from doggy style until I finished, cumming all over her ass and low back.

After cleaning up things got more serious. “Did you mean it that you only wanted to have sex?” She asked as she put her hand on my chest. I looked away from her toward the ceiling, “I just don’t know if I’m ready to go back to how things were…I’m attracted to you, I always have been…but it’s hard for me to love and trust you like I did.”

She sat up and wrapped her arms around herself, a pained expression on her face. I reached out to touch her, but she pulled away. We didn't say anything for a long moment. Finally, she spoke softly, "I get that. I understand. I just don't want us to lose each other over this. We can take it slow, figure things out together." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. We didn’t say much about the affair in the coming days but the sex every night was electric, the best it’s ever been. Having sex, no strings attached, was liberating and I found myself objectifying Erma more as my personal fuck doll than an intimate relationship. Whatever it was seemed to have the same effect on her as she was thoroughly enjoying herself too. It reminded me of when we first started having sex in college.

We continued to live together, but our conversations were stilted and awkward. I felt deep down that I still loved her, but I wasn't sure if I could trust her again or be vulnerable around her. We never spoke about Jon but I could tell it was always there between us. One day, as we were sitting on the couch watching TV, I felt the urge to know more about the affair. I couldn't help but wonder if they had stayed in touch or what they had actually done together. As Erma fell asleep I found myself fantasizing about what they both may have done and where they did it. Later that night as we teased each other during foreplay, I gently broached the topic and asked for details.

She was hesitant at first, but as I reassured her that I wanted to know and that I could handle it, she began to open up. They had met up at least 7 times over the course of a month. It started with some kissing and touching in the office elevator but quickly progressed to oral sex in the car on lunch break. On one occasion they had sex in the back of his truck and on three occasions they had sex at his apartment after work. As I pulled more details out of Erma I began to rub her pussy from over her panties. I could tell she was confused at first but quickly caught on from the questions I was asking, “was he big? did he make you cum? did he use a condom?” I casually and coldly asked the questions as I moved onto fingering her. “Yes, he was big…yes, he made me cum, and yes, he wore a condom.” I must have showed my excitement as she looked at me with an intrigued and excited face, “do you like hearing about this?” I didn’t care anymore…the anger in me was completely numb. “Tell me more.” We fucked in extremely kinky fashion that night, dirty talking over all of the deeds of her infidelity.

It was much the same story with fucking from there on. For the next several months we found ourselves dirty talking about how much of a slut she was and how it took multiple cocks to keep her satisfied. Then one night something possessed me, “you should fuck him again.” I moaned out as Erma slobbered her mouth over my cock. She looked up at me for a brief second, “seriously? You’d want that?” I smirked back, “we are fuck buddies, right? You can fuck whoever you want so long as you don’t stop fucking me.” I honestly couldn’t believe I had uttered those words. Erma appeared slightly hurt by my statement but played along. “But I only want you…I mean, if that’s what you want…but I want you.”

As the days went by we continued with our friends with benefits arrangement. We never spoke of anything about the affair unless we were having sex. The more we did it, the more I fantasized about her fucking him again. I partially felt that if she actually did, it would only prove that she still wanted him and that she wasn’t capable of loving me. On the other hand, I had this perverted desire for her to be with someone else. So, one night I finally broached the subject again. Erma looked at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "You really want me to?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. In the heat of another lust filled night I swore to her, “I promise I won’t be mad…I just want you to be honest about it…let me watch it, film it for all I care.”

She thought about it for a moment, her expression shifting between determination and fear. Finally, she nodded. "Alright," she said softly. "But only if it's what you really want. I’d do it for you.” I couldn't help but smile at her, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. What the fuck was I doing?

I knew this was a huge risk, but I also knew that I couldn't keep pushing her away anymore. I needed to know where I stood with her, even if it meant accepting the possibility of her still wanting him. "I want this," I assured her, reaching out to caress her breast. "I want to see you with someone else and you already know him.”

Erma took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But we need to be careful...I don’t want to lose you because of this.” She leaned in, kissing me softly before pulling away. "I'll make sure to tell you everything, okay?"

I nodded, my heart racing. "Okay," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just...be safe." The next day Erma sent me a text from work. “Talked to Jon today…”

I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I read her message. She kept me updated throughout the day, saying that they met up with him for lunch and they had talked about old times. They even joked about how things could have been different between them if she wasn’t engaged. As I continued to read her texts throughout the day, I learned that they had planned to meet up again after work, this time at his place. I couldn't believe what I was reading, but a part of me was grateful she had sprung into action so quick. Another part of me felt like things were going too fast.

That night I got home at my usual time and paced around my apartment, unable to sit still or eat as I waited for her to send me an update. The anticipation was killing me, and I found myself constantly checking my phone, hoping for a message from her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her text appeared: "just got to Jon’s." My heart raced as I read those words, imagining the scene that was unfolding before my eyes.

I quickly responded, "Be careful and send me pics or video of whatever happens…I love you." My fingers trembled as I typed out the message, wanting to reassure her, but also wanting to make sure she sent me some good content. There was a part of me that was still terrified even though I had technically given her permission to fuck him again.

As I waited for her to reply, my mind drifted back to the time I found the messages on her phone. A mix of jealously and lust consumed me as I thought about their affair. I felt myself starting to become aroused at what they might be doing. Part of me was still angry so I started watching some porn on my phone to kill the time.

Finally, her next text came through: "He wants me." I didn’t reply but instead started masturbating to some porn, fantasizing about my wife in the actresses place, getting fucked by a well hung guy. About fifteen minutes went by before the next message, a video! The thumb nail was clearly a guys head between my Erma’s smooth, bare legs. Even though I had just cum nearly twenty minutes ago, I opened the video as I felt my throat dry up. What unfolded was a thirty three second clip of Jon performing oral sex on Erma as she filmed it from above. I felt myself becoming hard again, his fingers were working in and out of her pussy as his tongue flicked and his mouth kissed and sucked on her vagina. I was getting completely hard and overwhelmed by the sight before me.

"You are so good at this," I heard her moan in the background. "I missed this." Her one hand were tangled in his hair as she thrust her hips forward, meeting his face. I wanted to be there, I wanted to be in the room, but instead I was forced to watch from afar.

My heart ached as I watched them together but shamelessly was stroking myself as I got off on watching Erma be a slut for another man. It was a painful reminder of what I had lost, of the love I had once shared with her. But at the same time, a part of me couldn't deny the arousal I felt from seeing them like this. It was twisted and wrong, but it was there nonetheless. I responded, “send me more.” The next video was taken by Jon, this time Erma was between his legs, sucking on his cock. He was big, about an inch or two longer than me and equally girthy. I could tell Erma was putting on quite the performance for the camera, making long and slow passes up and down his shaft before bobbing her head fast and rhythmically. Watching her suck dick, especially one bigger than mine from that perspective was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I completely lost it, and started stroking myself fast as I watched the over 50 second clip of Erma blowing him on his bed. I couldn’t control myself and came within a few seconds of the video stopping. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen and I knew my sex life with Erma would never be the same going forward. Erma sent me another message a few moments later, “I’m coming home soon. I hope you are ready for me.” About an hour later Erma walked through the door with a huge grin on her face. “Did you like the videos?” She asked as she set down her hand bag on the table. I grabbed her by her waste, “I loved them. Show me what you did with him.” We made our way to the bedroom. Erma went on to describe the evening which was more mellow than I had even suspected. Both of them performed oral and she claimed that she made him cum by sucking and stroking his cock. When asked where he came, she said that he had orgasmed while she was stroking him, in between sucking on his cock. We went on to fuck hard that night, with me being in especially good form having jerked off multiple times prior.

The following day, Erma was a mess. She was exhausted and sore, but she also seemed happy and satisfied. She told me that she had really enjoyed the experience of two guys in one night but that she felt a lot of guilt going back to Jon’s place. It was a strange balance that we both struggled to understand but we were consumed by the taboo experience of it all. As the days went by, she continued to meet up with Jon, but she always made sure to keep me updated and to remind me that our love was real. I tried to be supportive, but it was hard not to feel jealous and insecure at times. By the second time they were meeting up they were already back to having sex. Eventually Erma broke the news to Jon that much of her coming on to him was for my benefit and that I knew about everything. This didn’t seem to stop things as he was either eager to either play along or indifferent to the fact I had wanted this. Finally, about a month later and much to my pushing, Erma had gotten Jon to agree for me to join them in a threesome.

The night finally arrived. As we drove to Jon's place, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and fear. Erma held my hand tightly, as if to reassure me that everything would be alright. When we arrived, Jon opened the door with a warm but reluctant smile. We talked over drinks, mainly discussing the beginnings of their affair. Jon was apologetic to me but I knew deep down it was just a formality on his part. Once the conversation became sexual and spicy, Erma took our hands, leading us back into the bedroom. I followed, trying to hide the nervousness in my stride.

Erma was quick to undress Jon and then herself, their bodies glistening in the soft light of the room. Erma motioned for me to join them on the bed as she climbed on wearing a very sexy lace, pink push-up bra and panty set. As I undressed, I couldn't help but take in the sight of them together. Jon's body was larger than mine, his cock already hard and standing tall in his boxers. Erma was wasting no time pulling Jon’s cock from his boxers, her other hand running up and down his chest, teasing us as she looked at me. She leaned forward and knelt low, taking his cock into her mouth as she glanced at me from the side in a slutty, mischievous glance. Her lips and tongue worked in unison, making him groan in pleasure as I stroked myself standing next to the bed. I wanted to join but had the strongest urge to just watch.

Jon pulled her up, his lips meeting the top of her cleavage from her big round breasts. He guided her on top of him as he slid her panties down. His hand began moving between her legs, his fingers finding her wetness. Erma arched her back, moaning loudly as he fingered her. I could see the pleasure on her face, the desire in her eyes. “Join us baby” Erma pleaded in her euphoric moan. “I will…I want to watch him fuck you for a bit.” I groaned back as I lightly stroked myself.

I slowly moved forward, standing closer to the bed between them. Erma reached out, her hand guiding my cock to her lips. She took me into her mouth, sucking gently as her other hand stroked my length. Jon slid out from under Erma and positioned her on all fours, her face now towards me and her ass to the opposite side of the room. He made his way behind her and placed a condom on. As Erma sucked me, Jon began fucking her from behind. It was so fucking hot watching him thrust into her as she sucked me. She looked like a total whore and I was intoxicated by it all.

Their moans filled the room, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, the sight of them together so erotic. Erma glanced up at me, her eyes meeting mine. “He’s so fucking good. I want you both to fuck me good.” She moaned out in purred voice. After a minute Jon and I switched positions, this time it was me fucking her from doggy, her pussy was sopping wet and felt noticeably used and stretched. I watched in awe as she bobbed her head on his cock rhythmically as I thrusted from behind. It was as if she had done this before with two guys. I completely lost my shit and came way too fast. I dumped my load in her as she had no hesitation, continuing to suck on Jon. Jon peeled off the condom and pushed her head deeper onto his cock. After seeing I had finished, Jon was quick to cum, pulling his cock out and spraying his load somewhere onto the bed spread. It was a quick session but certainly wouldnt be our last.

The sex we had when we were back home later that night was incredible. I felt like I was with a completely different woman and I was absolutely hooked on watching her fuck another guy. In the coming days Erma would tease me about what she and Jon had talked about in the office and wasn’t shy at all letting me know he wanted to fuck her again. My proposal stayed the same, “You can do whatever you want so long as you tell me the truth.”

It was about 5:30 the next day when I got another text; “Stopping by Jon’s real quick after work.” I was actually a little pissed off. Was she seriously going to get with him again, without even inventing me? Around 6:30 I received a picture of Erma in a black lace bra and panties, holding Jon’s cock near her face with a caption, “I can’t wait for you to have seconds when I get back.” I was actually shocked, in a bad way, she was so quick to see him again without ever really telling me it was her intention. I responded back, “no invite?” I didn’t receive a response back until a little after 7:00. “I’m on my way home.” Although I was pissed, I reminded myself that I should be equally selfish and use her when she got back. Nearly twenty minutes later she had come through the door, still wearing her business attire from earlier in the day. A naughty smile, cracked on her face. “I hope you are ready for me.” She teased as she dropped her bags and walked straight to the bedroom. I followed without saying a word. She began to take off her blouse and pants only to be quickly rushed by me yanking them off faster, inadvertently breaking a button off her blouse in the process. Erma clearly had planned to end up at Jon’s house as she was wearing one of her extremely sexy black lace bra and panty sets that I personally loved. She grabbed my hand and slid it down her panties to reveal what I thought at the time was her wetness. As I slid off her panties it was apparent that what I had been feeling was cum, it was visible on the inside of her underwear and was dripping down her vagina toward her inner thigh. I felt myself become overwhelmed with animalistic desire to reclaim her, to use her body just as she let Jon use her. I pushed Erma back onto the bed and rubbed my fingers over her cum drenched hole one more time before sticking my fingers in her mouth for her to taste the results of her slutty deed. I then began to thrust myself in her sopping wet and sticky hole. It felt absolutely fucking amazing. As I pounded away I couldn’t help but ask, “why did you let him cum in you? I thought he wore a condom?” Erma looked at me in a euphoric gaze as she moaned, “he knows I’m on birth control and this isn’t the first time…he’s cummed in me twice before.” I was so pissed yet filled with lust. I continued fucking her but when I looked down to see my cock absolutely coated in Jon’s white milk, I lost it and started cumming, dumping my load right in Erma’s pussy alongside Jon’s. Erma seemed equally satisfied and tried to excuse herself for a shower before I pulled her close and told her to suck me clean. After a brief glance of hesitation she dropped to her knees and held her hair back as she made a few passes with her mouth around my shaft, soaking up the remanence of Jon and my semen from the shaft of my dick. I felt like the woman I was with was absolutely a slut, a slut that I knew I could never appreciate romantically ever again.

The coming weeks were much the same story, with Erma going to Jon’s after work and then returning home to me after. I noticed that the text, pictures, and videos were becoming less frequent but at least she always made sure to let me know she was going there. Although the jealously was still there, the high I would get from the after-sex was always too good to ignore.

One night after we had sex Erma seemed to be in a much more serious mood. “I want to talk to you about something…I know we’ve both been enjoying this new side of things but where does that leave us? Do you love me?” I was frankly annoyed by the question because I felt like our arrangement was working out just fine. Although I still had feelings for her, I didn’t love her in the same way I use to. I tried to be honest, “It’s different. Yes, I love you, but it’s a different kind of relationship. I’m okay with how things are and I want to stay with you.” This didn’t seem to satisfy Erma, “but you don’t want to marry me? You just want me to be some whore you live with?” I could tell she was on the brink of crying. One thing led to another and we both got into a heated argument. All the negative emotions of the past came out and we both said some pretty hurtful things. I, in particular, was pretty horrible towards her. In the coming days it was much the same story, we would argue and fight and I found myself sleeping again on the couch again. Although Erma stopped going to Jon’s for that short while, things suddenly changed. It initially started where Erma was coming home later and later until one night she didn’t come home at all. I texted her in a panic in the morning, “are you alright? Did you ever come home?” I didn’t receive a message back until around noon. “I’m fine. I’ll be home tonight.” I could tell something was wrong and when Erma got home I asked her where she had been. She responded, “I spent the night at a friend’s house.” Deep down I suspected she was lying. “Which friend?” Erma looked at me coldly, “why do you care?” Although I tried to inquire further, she shit me down. We were on the rocks for that night and the following day. It wasn’t until we had sex, two days later, she admitted she had spent the night at Jon’s. I was completely enraged she had lied again but was so numb and desensitized to the fact they had slept together.

I thought things would get better but they really didn’t. Randomly Erma would tell me she wasn’t coming home albeit she was back to telling the truth about where she was. When she did return home sex was no longer a guarantee as she would make excuses, “I’m tired, it’s late, or I’m really not in the mood right now.” It made me resentful. When we did have sex, she would always be completely transparent about what she had done with Jon while at his place. I noticed that her overall tone and attitude was much more indifferent and almost demeaning. She would say things like, “him fucking me twice in one night was too much, I was just too exhausted when I got back home.” On another occasion she outwardly admitted that Jon is a much more skilled lover and that he has given her the most powerful orgasms she’s ever had. Although Erma went back on a streak of sending me videos and pictures when they were together, it didn’t last long. Things drastically changed nearly 6 months later when Jon and her had started seeing each other less. Erma was now out at the bar with coworkers after work and getting home increasingly late, if at all. On the two nights she didn’t come home, she told me about two different guys she had gone home with and spent the night. She was shameless in her details about how good they were in bed and the size of their cocks. She was honest and open with me which I appreciated. Although she was still seeing Jon, they both agreed that they would remain friends with benefits and that they would both be seeing other people. Although I was a little shocked Erma didn’t run this by me at all first, the other part was excited about the new guys she was experiencing. Although I begged for videos and pictures, Erma largely ignored my requests. Although I did get a few photos and a short video of one of her later hookups, she was not as committed to my pleasure. Before long I found myself really having to push to have sex with her. I became increasingly bitter and resentful and started getting involved with someone of my own. Although I tried to hide this from Erma, but I think she secretly knew. She continued going out, fucking random guys, while making a weekly visit or two to Jon. On the rare occasions we did have sex, Erma was now verbally cucking me. She would go on and on about her numerous lovers and mock the fact I still wanted her after she had been fucked by so many guys.

With the sex becoming less frequent and Erma basically living her life as a single woman, I suggested we break things off. Yes, the sex was still good but I felt like it was emotionally a bad place for me. We ended up agreeing to get our own places and move on romantically. Although I was still physically attracted to her, I knew I needed a fresh start and to date other people. The day before I moved out Erma and I agreed to breakup sex before saying goodbye. As we passionately engaged in our usual kinky antics Erma said, “did you really mean you’d still fuck me even if we were broken up?” I happily agreed, knowing that my life line to sex with her was not severed just by moving out. The following morning I moved out and she gave me one last kiss goodbye…but our sexual journey would not end there.

For the next year and a half I would be in a cuckold relationship with my ex. She was living her single life fucking strangers, fucking Jon, and occasionally, inviting me over for a booty call every once in a while. The verbal humiliation didn’t change and she was quite proud and verbally forward about the fact that I was wrapped around her finger and would do whatever she wanted. She would occasionally text me details about who she had slept with and what they did but she reserved much of the details for when we were physically together. I was invited to another threesome with Jon which was even hotter than the first time. I was also invited to another threesome with a new guy Erma was banging but that seemed to fall through last minute. The night that really fucked me up was a late night booty call. Erma texted me, “come over if you’re still up.” I had literally just left another girls apartment I was screwing when I got the message. It looked like I was about to get lucky twice in the same night…or so I thought.

I shot over to Erma’s place where she answered the door in a bath robe. “I have a surprise for you” she said in a hushed tone as she walked to her bedroom. I followed her to the edge of her bed where she dropped her robe revealing a sexy satin black push-up bra and matching panty set. Erma climbed onto the bed with a mischievous smirk. I tried to climb on top of her but she pushed her hand against my chest. “Look, I’m not going to let you fuck me until you do something for me.” I must have had a perplexed expression as I moaned softly, “what do you want me to do?” Erma began pulling her panties down, “I want you to eat me out.” I was surprised it was such a simple request. Although the idea eating her out after she had been sleeping with god knows how many guys grossed me out, I clearly thought the reward outweighed the deed. As I tugged her panties down I was in for a rude awakening…her panties and pussy were saturated in semen. I looked up in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?” Erma looked at me cold with an evil smirk, “yes, I’m fucking serious…eat me out and you can fuck me however you want.” I tried to work up the courage to put my mouth anywhere near the sticky mess as I tried to brush some of it away with my fingers. Erma snapped, “I’ll do whatever you want, just do it!” She pulled the back of my head in close as I felt the sticky mess touch my lips. I cringed and tensed my body as I worked up the courage to open my mouth, immediately tasting the salty goop that was spilling from inside her. “That’s it, fuuuck!” I continued to lick as the foul taste of cum overwhelmed my mouth. I tried to stop there thinking she would be satisfied, “No! Lick it up…fucking lick it clean!” She barked. I felt myself almost gag as I flicked my tongue, flinging a glob of cum into my mouth. Although I tried to spit it back out, I could feel I had clearly swallowed some. I pulled away to regain composure and noticed that Erma was recording me with her phone, “see, I told you he’d do it” she said before placing the phone down and pulling my head in closer. I felt like I was being violated, as if I was being forced to do this against my will. “Okay, that’s enough. Did it taste good?” She said with an evil snicker. I didn’t respond, instead forcing my cock towards Erma’s face. She rolled her eyes before opening to receive it. She continued to blow me before moving on to doggy style. From doggy we were back to missionary and from missionary back to doggy. I was so disgusted with myself and angry but still incredibly turned on by Erma’s slutty and indifferent attitude. As I fucked her from behind I had gotten an idea that would be equally humiliating to her. “I want to cum on your face.” Erma responded, “no!” I angrily snapped back, “You said whoever I fucking wanted. That’s what I want!” Erma hesitated between moans as I pounded her from behind. “Fine…just this once.” After a few more seconds from doggy I pulled away and ordered her to suck me. In an extremely slutty fashion Erma dropped to her knees, removed her bra, and began sucking and stroking my cock aggressively. I felt myself thrusting my hips into her face to go deeper when it had hit me that she wasn’t even gagging at my length anymore. The experiences of sucking as many cocks as she likely had ran through my mind and started to get me to climax. I pulled out and rapidly stroked myself over Erma’s hand as I felt my pleasure surge. In a few powerful pulses I directed my cock towards Erma’s face and shot my load all over her eyes, nose, mouth, and chin. She winced and tightened up as she kept her eyes tightly shut. I pushed my cock back into her mouth for her to clean me up in a few long and deep passes. Erma ordered me to grab her a hand towel from the bathroom and retreated there after handing it to her. I got dressed and waited for her to clean up. I heard the shower running. After a few minutes Erma emerged from the bathroom. “I bet Jon that I could get you to eat his cum…looks like I won.” I was humiliated and pissed. That was the official end and we never talked again.

[angelsandarsenic]

you said you weren’t going to hit all the plot points you wanted in Go Tell the Bees, so what were the rest? If you can tell us without giving spoilers ofc

Ooh good question I’m glad you asked! I don’t think I’m going to finish that or certainly not any time soon so I’ll give you everything

—sbi family game night

—Reference to spiderma where slime is a scientisct/chemist doing stuff with spiders and Tubbo is like--hey, so this seems like a bad idea, lest not OR same thing but tommy gets bit and becomes tubbos sidekick

—the hero commission learns the Golden Apple is in L’manberg and send the retired Puffy and junior hero Fundy to come find the totem and Blue

—Tubbo gets enderpearls

—Tommy becomes Tubbo’s sidekick before he finds out abt the rest of the family being villains, Ranboo becomes their official healer

—benchtrio catches on to The Syndicate trying to bring Blue to L’manberg from Germany and finds out Ranboo’s family is big mafia working with the syndicate

—poor Tubbo just being traumatized

—some particular ways I wanted to beat up Tubbo

—Ranbob goes (has been) rogue and tries to get the Apple, blue and the totem for himself, plus with the presence of official heroes Tubbo and the Syndicate start working together

—Phil with a scythePhilwith a scythe PHILWITH A SCYTHE

—Schlatt dies (L)

—Just read the last excerpt

also I have some of these written out! So excerpts (in order) under the cut :) (directly from my drafts btw)

————       On the roof across from Golden Stinger, standing staring at the skyline, was a woman in a long red pirate coat with flowing rainbow hair.

        Holy fucking shit is that The Captain?! He must be seeing things. He must be. The Captain is retired.

        The hero looks away and then suddenly she's gone, just like that. So I was seeing things after all. Disappointment blooms in his chest. The Captain was always one of his favorite heroes when he was younger. The world got a lot more dangerous when she retired.

        Tubbo remembers when Totem died. The Captain turned in her hero's licence and hung up her hat the very same day. Villains across the world got a hell of a lot more ballsy, and Tubbo had some of the worst few weeks of his life. Absolutely no one took the news of Totem's death well. The rumor mill especially went absolutely wild. Some people had made adamant claims that he had been involved in illegal activity. Every story of his death was different and more exaggerated than the last. Some people speculated that The Captain killed him herself--after all, how was an immortal supposed to die? The years old rumors about them being mother and son sprang up again and only added fuel to the fire.

        As it was, however, the hero commission of Essempi kept their lips firmly shut, nothing was ever confirmed. 

———-

        “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my city?”

        ”I'm Vulpes, I’m a junior hero with the hero commission, studying under The Captain; I’m here to help."

        Tubbo stopped and stared, mouth hanging open beneath his mask. Then he got angry.

        Oh no. No, no, no, the hero commission doesn’t just get to ignore his city and suddenly send in heroes now that shit is going down. They especially don’t get to send in junior heroes, as if 1. Tubbo can’t handle things himself like he’s been doing for almost two years, and 2. An apprentice can do this better than him. As if his villains aren’t powerful enough to warrant an actual goddamn hero. He saw the captain the other night--he knows he did now--but apparently she can’t even be bothered to show up!

        ”Look kid, I don’t need your help. Tell whoever sent you here to—and I quote—screw off.”

        Vulpes frowned. ”Sir, you’re dealing with the Syndicate here, a vigilante can’t take them on on their own.”

        Tubbo sucked in a harsh breath to cool the fire that erupted in his chest and it took everything in him not to snap at this kid. It wasn’t his fault, even if he was being a condescending little shit. Is that what they were calling him?! A vigilante?! And how fucking dare these uppity punks come out here and try to tell him who he’s dealing with, like he hasn’t been the only defense against them all this time?! The Syndicate has been here for years, and this is proof that the hero commission hasn’t given a damn the whole time, because L’manberg was already a crime riddled minor city. 

        Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh, but it wasn’t pleasant. The Piper snorted along with him. Just as he opened his mouth to reluctantly not scream at the kid, The Piper spoke first, with more venom than Tubbo would have used. “Believe me, he’s well aware, and he’s far more capable of ‘dealing with us’ than you ever would be, you snot nosed, kiss ass, audacious little worm.” Tubbo choked on surprise. Siren kept going. “I would turn you into a smear on the pavement," he sneered. As he paced toward the junior hero, the guy scrambled back, eyes going wide. He doesn't even have ear protection! "so like this brat said, scamper back home and tell your bosses that you don’t get to just show up here and try to hero our city.”

        Golden Stinger could only watch in shock as the apprentice turned with a blank look and disappeared off over the rooftops. Finally, “was that a compliment Piper?” He snarked, slowly breaking into a grin. 

“Fuck off.” ———— They waited in tense silence for a moment, crowded around the computer. One beat, two beats, th-

        "...(smth)" Dammit, he didn't know what they were saying! He knew there was a chance this would happen, which was why he was recording, but this really just made it a hassle. All of the sudden, there was flurry of motion beside him and when he looked over, Ranboo had a pencil and was scribbling rapidly. Is he...there's no way he understands them, right? That must be enderian then, how lucky. He tapped him on the shoulder, but the blonde just shushed him. "(smth smth)" Ranboo's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes went slightly wide. He hesitated. What are they saying?! What's happening?! He hurried to pull up google translate, but that probably wouldn't be good enough. Besides, what if they were talking about suspicious black market stuff and google translate thought it was something else because normal people don't talk about that? "Be patient, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⏁⍀⏃⎐⟒⌰⟒⍀."

        Then Ranboo stopped completely. "...⋔⍜⋔?"

(Niki is one of Ranboo's friends, runs the Th⟒'⟒nd branch of the syndicate) (they're speaking ender) 

—————

     "Alright creeper...where are you?"

        All was quiet. Tubbo was honestly impressed that the villain was able to stay so silent. Or at least he would be, if it didn't scare the shit out of him. Nothing was more unnerving than the constant sense of danger, the screaming of his fight or flight response and the knowledge of knowing someone was watching him, without knowing where the hell they were.

        "Where you least expect me!"

        Suddenly, something grabbed him, the thing's momentum slamming him into unforgiving metal. His cry was a half choked gasp as all the air got knocked out of his lungs by what had definitely at least fractured his ribs. Then, before he could recover, he was soaring up, up, up, rapidly getting way too high above the city for his liking.

        As soon as he was able to breathe again, he wasn't. The massive talons curled around his torso and midsection began to constrict. He let out a strangled scream as the pressure turned fractured into definite breaks...the Angel may not have been taking his sweet time, but he clearly relished crushing Golden Stinger's ribcage. The crunching of his precious tech at his back was almost more painful than the physical crushing of the hero himself and his fear ramped up tenfold realizing that he didn't have his wings anymore. His scream petered out due to the thinning oxygen. With any luck, he thought dully, he had managed to break the villain's oxygen mask so he couldn't be up here very long either. 

        Tubbo's ears popped sharply, making him whine in pain. His brain was torn completely between I need to get out of and back to the ground! and Holy fuck that's really high please don't let go please don't let go I'm gonna die!

In conclusion: Tubbo was completely helpless. Checkmate.

        The Angel of Death dropped him and Tubbo could feel something pop. He was falling faster than he could process, the stabbing feeling in his ears piercing all the way through his head.

————

       He was never meant to get caught in the cross fire. J Schlatt, the mayor of the city, Tubbo’s dad was never meant to get caught in the crossfire. “Dad? Dad- dad no, wake up please. Dad wake up. What are you doing? What are you doing?! Wake up!”

        “I’m here- I’m- I’m here, just- h-hang on. I don’t feel to good.”

        “Ok. Ok that’s fine. You’re gonna- “ You’re gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be fine. Oh god. Oh god, he had to do this now. He had to do this now before- before- “Dad?" Tubbo voice broke before he could even begin the rest of the sentence. "You know I love you right? You’ve been an amazing dad and I love you more than anything else in the world, dad- “ he was sobbing. He couldn’t help it. His brain wasn't fully processing that this was happening but at the same time he knew, more clearly than he had known anything before, his dad was dying and Tubbo couldn't save him. 

        The man's breathing was ragged. He seemed to be trying to form words but realizing that it wasn't working. Schlatt’s hands were raised weakly, trying to do something, combing through his hair and Tubbo was crying, forehead pressed to his. You need to know. Please, you need to know. I need to stop this. I can’t stop it. I need to- The hands fell away from his face. “No! No no no no, please-“ there was no more movement, not even blinking. Schlatt’s face was already becoming ashen, at some point all the warmth had faded from his skin. He was smiling.

;;

Someone. Is going. To pay.

————

(Ranbob captures Tubbo and straight up shoots him)

      “I told you to stay in the car!” Was the first thing Ranboo expected to hear as he managed to stumble out of the wrecked vehicle, adrenaline drunk grin stretched across his face. The hero would be laughing as he said it, already knowing what was coming next, or he’d be upset at Ranboo for endangering himself, which was equally endearing, of course.

        “I did,” they would reply. But they didn’t. As soon as they saw the lifeless body slumped in the chair, the grin fell and he was stumble-running to Golden Stinger’s side.

         Ranboo’s mind only barely had the time to register that the person behind the shattered mask of the city’s most beloved hero is Tubbo. His head really hurts and his ears are still ringing from when the airbags deployed—they might have broken some of his bones, who knows? What’s important is that over there, laying on the ground burned and bleeding and motionless is Tubbo. His Tubbo, who is so brilliantly smart, so kind, funny and brave-

        -And absolutely cannot be dying right now what do they do?! He didn’t know. He didn’t know and his hands were shaking so badly he would have dropped any tools if he had them. “There is going to be one that makes your hands tremble. There are going to be ones that you can’t save, no matter how good of a surgeon you are.” That’s what his med school teacher had told them once. But that couldn’t be now. Please please—for the love of Prime don’t let it be now, no NO! It can’t! His mind takes too long to catch up, but finally he pulls out his phone, almost dropping it and speed dials Ran. “Ran! I need your help right fucking now! Get your ass over here and bring the totem!” It might be too late. By the time he gets here it might be too late for the totem, it might be too late for the golden apple hidden at Ranboo’s apartment, it might already be too late. In a hurry, Ranboo puts his hand on the hero’s chest. He’s still breathing. They don’t remove their hand.

        But there’s something soft looking and strange floating near where the car crashed that makes Ranboo leave Tubbo’s side. They recognized it immediately. There’s nothing in the world that’s like- like whatever that is, and knowing what they and the villains have been chasing after this whole time, Ranboo knows immediately what it is. He reaches the car and it pauses, then begins to float serenely over to him like it knows they're there. It’s…mesmerizing.

        It makes nausea roll in his gut and he forces himself to stay in the moment. The Blue can’t seem to decides whether to be a fine mist or a thick, heavy cloud. It stretches out in every direction, but particularly towards Ranboo and somewhere under the car. It’s only on instinct that he doesn’t reach out and touch it, instead, he wanders around to the other side of the car (the Blue following him) and stops. There’s a body. A bloody one. Ranboo knew they must have interrupted someone’s nefarious plot, that someone must have shot Tubbo, but they didn’t think they'd run right into them.

        Good.

        The person actually looks… familiar…

        “Ranboo…” he croaks weakly.

        Oh. “Ranbob?” What the hell is doing here?! Since when did he get here?! Was he the one who-

        “Help me…☊⍜⎍⌇⟟⋏…” They could help him. He’s mostly crushed, but he’s salvageable if he gets help now. Ran is on his way.

        Ranboo examines the area around Ranbob. It appears that the last of the Blue is leaking out of a smashed bottle. Probably best not to touch it. What can he use… Ah, there’s a water bottle in the car. Ranboo dumps the rest of the water out of it and just kinda- holds it out to the Blue floating towards him. They have no idea how to capture it or if that would work, assuming it wouldn’t, but it’s like it all gets sucked into the container once the first bit got inside.

        Ok then. Good. Ranboo closes the lid on the bottle just as Ran pops into existence next to him. They don’t let their older brother see their cousin's body, just points adamantly towards Tubbo and wheezes something like, “There, over there, him-“ (the pain is starting to catch up to them) and suddenly they’re beside him in a flurry of purple. Ran let go of his younger brother in order to scoop Tubbo up in his arms, then they were gone again, reappearing in Ranboo’s apartment.

Ranboo had blood on his hands.

[autobiographical-fiction]

A Character Concept: Evil Andy Sachs

{Choose a character from one of your favorite films or television series that is either a hero or villain in the story. Turn that character into its opposite (hero to villain or villain to hero). Make sure you reference the Vogler reading on character archetypes and what makes a good hero or villain. What changes are needed to make the character you’ve selected into its opposite archetype?}

The Devil Wears Prada

I hate the color cerulean.

It’s blue. A very fancy blue. Apparently a fancy enough blue to chew me out in front of all my coworkers kind of fancy blue. If I could never see cerulean again, I’d be just fine. But I needed to get on Miranda’s good side if I was ever going to be successful—if she even had a good side. I needed her to trust me and an ugly cerulean sweater was going to be how I got in.

“Andrea?” The saleswoman said, snapping me out of my daze. “Hi! I’m Samantha,” she said, extending her hand out for me to shake.

“Hi! Call me Andy, please,” I said, taking her hand.

“Alright Andy,” she smiled cheerfully, showing off a perfect set of pearly white straight teeth. Ugh. I hated this industry and all the perky people in it. 

It’s okay, Andy. You just have to make it a few more months in this hellhole and then you’ll be the one—the first journalist who finally cracked the story about the horrors at Runway and that fascist of an editor, Miranda Priestly. You can do this. Just a few more months of being her puppet and then you’ll be the one tugging the strings.

“You can follow me.” She turned, ushering me to follow her as her perfectly pointed heels clicked on the marble tile.

“You’ve got an amazing selection of clothes,” I said, looking around the Saks Fifth Avenue store. I’ll be the first to admit that the world of high fashion can be snotty and overbearing, but they do know how to make decent clothes. I ran my fingers over a silk blouse, one I’d no doubt only be able to buy months from now at the department store clearance bin.

“Thanks! You should try something on! I bet it would look gorgeous on you! Now, I’ve got Ms. Priestly down for 24 skirts. Will those be A-line or pencil? I can grab them now,” she blinked, waiting for me to answer. 

Miranda’s stern warning echoed in my head: “Andrea, when you get to Saks, you must make sure to get the skirts for the photoshoot tonight. I ordered two dozen pencil skirts and I expect to have them all here by 3 PM or the photographer will need to come back tomorrow and the whole shoot will be delayed, which means an entire section of the magazine won’t be done, which means the magazine won’t go for print and everything will come crumbling down. Do you want to be responsible for the downfall of Runway Magazine? Do you, Andrea?” 

Did I? Technically, no. In my grand plan, I never envisioned taking down an entire magazine. I was just hoping to be on the inside to report about it when it happened. And after these past few months of working under Miranda, maybe I hoped she’d get fired, too. 

“Andy? Are you okay?” Samantha waved her hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

“Sorry! It’s just one of those days, I don’t know where my head’s at,” I explained. Samantha smiled back. “Ms. Priestly is looking for all A-line skirts.”

Okay, so maybe if the whole thing came crumbling down, at least I’d have a front seat to the action.

—

3 PM couldn’t come soon enough. After dropping off the skirts to the fourth floor where the photoshoot was going to be, I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon compiling the notes I took for my big exposé so far and talking with a few other junior assistants and designers, all of whom had their own horror stories to tell about Miranda and Runway. By lunch, I’d heard several stories about the corsage incident of 2006, learned all the ways Miranda’s screwed over Nigel, and I was excitedly anticipating the afternoon’s photoshoot.

Finally at 2:45, Miranda and her heels clicked out of the office, walking with such determination to the elevator. Emily and I shared a glance before rushing to catch up to Miranda on the elevator. Light music hummed as Emily pressed the fourth floor button, clearly anxious at the tension radiating off Miranda. Everyone in the office could tell something was up; lately, Miranda was crabbier than usual. The latest rumor circulating was that Miranda’s husband was leaving her—again. 

I scribbled it down in my notebook, making a note to ask Nigel for the details later. He always knew the freshest gossip. 

The elevator signaled we were on the fourth floor finally. The doors opened to a crowd of people shuffling in every direction as crew members set up lights, makeup artists ran between dressing rooms and photographers crowded the already-tense Miranda.

The models weren’t on set yet, so there was still time before the big show. I tucked myself by a far wall, my pen poised at the ready to write down everything that was about to happen. I only wish I had popcorn to go with my front-row seat to this mess.

Finally, the first model walked out, dressed in an A-line skirt. I turned to Miranda, watching as the permanent frown on her face contorted into a full-on scowl. Slowly after the first one, the rest of the models walked out, one by one, all dressed in A-line skirts. The photographers, oblivious to Miranda’s seething rage, began snapping shots. I snuck a peek at Miranda, the look on her face sending shivers down my spine.

“What is this NONSENSE?” Miranda boomed. The photographers and models turned to her, confused. “I was crystal clear with what I wanted, wasn’t I? I said two dozen PENCIL skirts for the photoshoot! I wanted smart business women in this photoshoot, not hippies wearing A-line skirts!” Miranda glared in my direction. “How the hell did this happen? You had one simple task,” she scoffed.

It took all I had not to roll my eyes right then.

Miranda turned to Emily, her face bright red and fists by her sides, a sharp contrast to Emily’s ghostly pallor and shaking hands. “And Emily, how could you let this happen? You know the kind of schedule we are on! Why didn’t you go with her or check the skirts once they arrived? You’re my first assistant for a reason. Tell me you’re not as much of an imbecile as this one,” Miranda screeched, pointing her finger at me.

And to think, I was almost starting to feel bad for executing my plan.

Emily stumbled over her words, nerves getting the best of her. “I-I’m sorry Ms. P-Priestly, I s-should’ve gone with A-Andy to Saks and ch-checked the order. I p-promise though, I called and confirmed that it was pencil skirts,” Emily said, looking around the room. The models and photographers looked just as nervous as she did. “Andy,” Emily said, turning to face me. “D-didn’t the woman at Saks confirm it was pencil skirts?”

I couldn’t tell the truth; it would expose me and my plan. “Yes, that’s right, they told me 24 pencil skirts,” I lied.

Miranda let out a grunt of frustration. “Unbelievable. What kind of idiot in fashion doesn’t know the difference between a-line and pencil skirts? Complete fools, they are,” she spat out. “Emily, clean this mess up and reschedule for tomorrow when we can do it properly. Andy,” Miranda said, turning to look at the models with disgust. “I want you to put all these skirts in a pile and burn them. I never want to see them again.”

If nothing else, my exposé is going to show what a flair for the dramatic Miranda has.

Emily escorted Miranda back to the elevator, wincing at every click of Miranda’s heels. The women stepped into the elevator as the crew began cleanup and the models went to change, leaving me to wait for the skirts.

“Oh, and Andrea,” Miranda called out as the doors were about to close. “Send me the name of that Saks employee who so erroneously derailed our photoshoot. I’m out for blood.”

[keywestlou]

CHRISTMAS TIME IN KEY WEST

CHRISTMAS TIME IN KEY WEST - https://keywestlou.com/christmas-time-in-key-west/Small town America celebrates holidays the best. Key West and Chatham, Massachusetts two examples. Key West does Christmas big time. Not just the store and house decorations. The parades. This past week was the annual Christmas Parade. Like you would not believe. Every year the same. Huge and festive. Family oriented. Special for the kids. I did one Christmas parade after another with Robert and Ally. From when they were pre schoolers through high school. In their early years, Robert and Ally would sit on the curb on Truman with tons of other kids waiting for the parade to begin. Each with a huge bag. Anxious to pick up the candy canes and other candy thrown from the floats.  Their "take" better than from Halloween trick or treating. Santa Claus came at the end. One huge difference from a big city parade. Several Santa Claus's, not one. To this day I wonder why Robert and Ally never questioned the more than one Santa Claus. I did not do the Christmas parade this year nor in recent years. My body can't handle it. Parking and then walking to Truman too much for me. Standing watching the parade impossible. The legs can't handle it. I have to be content with memories. Good enough, however! Key West has another biggie. The Lighted Boat Parade. Sponsored annually by the Schooner Wharf Bar. Dozens of boats. Decorated like Christmas trees and the outside of houses. This year's boat parade is saturday at 8. I had the good fortune to actually do three. "Do" meaning on a boat. Many years ago. Each with Donna and Terri. A huge party boat each time. Booze, food, music for dancing, etc. One negative to the three I did. It was freezing cold! Everyone on the boats dressed winter style. Still froze! This year will not be that cold. The evenings have turned cool. However not that bad. A sweatshirt or jacket will handle the situation. The last few years a bike ride has entered the picture. Such was held this past week also. Riders dressed for the occasion. Hundreds of riders. Lets move to summer time. I spent two weeks every summer on Cape Cod for years. Generally over the Fourth of July. Chatham was the town and the Chatham Bar Inn was where I stayed. The absolute best Fourth of July Parade I have ever seen. Never failed to impress me. Unique. What made it so? It was 1776. Can't explain it any other way. For a small town, Key West gave birth to many athletes who went on to professional fame. One was George Mira. Football star. Mira born and raised in Key West. Graduated from Key West High School in 1960. Played at the University of Miami where he achieved All American status. Followed by 13 years of professional football. Following retirement, Mira opened George Mira's Pizza Huddle. It was located across the street from the junior league football fields. The Huddle became a haven for post game celebrations. Mira now 80. Still vital. Lives in the Coral Gables area where he owns the Nature Conch, a food concession at the Fairchild Botanical Gardens. I have lived believing that if you hit me, I must hit you back and strike you harder so you will not think of hitting me again. Translate that into business. I practiced law with such in mind. It was necessary so a person would not consider screwing with me a second time. It has bothered me that Ukraine has not hit Russia back. I assumed the U.S. and NATO made it a no no for the Ukraine to retaliate into Russian territory. Apparently the limitation has been lifted. Ukraine attacked Russia on Russian soil twice last week. Both attacks well into Russian soil. Both attacks via drones. The first two military bases on the same day. The military bases hundreds of miles inside Russia. The second an airfield. One of the attacks took down an energy grid on one of the coldest days in the year. Civilians not attacked. Civilians must be attacked as the Ukrainian people have been. The Russian people must experience pain. Where they live, work. sleep and eat. The Russian people will not put up with it for long. They will be on Putin's ass quickly to stop the assault against Ukraine. Trump dined at Mar-a-Lago the tuesday before Thanksgiving with Kanye West and Nick Fuentes. You are already aware of the backgrounds of the individuals. My concern at the moment is with Kanye West. An anti-Semite. Also an announced candidate for the Republican nomination for President in 2024. It became public knowledge yesterday that West owes $50 million in back taxes and that the IRS has frozen four of his bank accounts. Today's Daily Beast ran an article about West's Presidential campaign headquarters. Described it as a complete mess, a "shitshow." Trump knows how to pick prospective supporters. Just as good as the candidates he forced on the Republican Party for the 2022 midterms. Syracuse/Oakland basketball tonight at 6. I have no comment. Enjoy your day!    

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Oliver Andrews Pronouns: He/Him Age: 21 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: Junior Executive at Andrews Industries Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Jacob Elordi

Who Is Oliver?

“Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.“

Oliver Andrews, how I’ve missed you. You’re my favourite example of one who flies too close to the sun (Icarus coming in a close second). You just can’t seem to help yourself, can you? You’ve always been reckless, cocky and unafraid of any consequences you might face. It’s no wonder the bubble popped for you. How are you doing down here on the ground with the rest of us? Text me. In all seriousness though, your playboy persona took a swing after your formerly beloved Jessica found out just how real it was. Sure, you might still pull on a charming grin and flirt with a pretty face but it’s not the same. You found out the hard way that you only miss what you had after you don’t have it anymore. You used to think that you didn’t need anyone until you had someone- a whole group of someones- and then you lost them. Oh well, why dwell on the past? There’s so much we need to discuss re: your present. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Oliver Andrews was that fella walking down the hallways in slow motion, swinging a leather jacket over his shoulder, shooting a wink your way if you were lucky. Popular, confident and just charming enough to get away with it, Oliver was the forbidden fruit that you couldn’t help but take a bite of. He was up front about his feelings. Well, he was up front about not wanting to have feelings. A casual fling is one thing but the thought of having someone depend on him? Rely on him? Maybe even love him? It was terrifying. Oliver figured he’d just BS his way through life, eventually burn the family business to the ground if his father made him take it over and just coast right on through life. Most of the time he felt like he was just there, you know? Going through the motions, hoping something might actually interest him. Oliver was always looking for something, he just wasn’t looking very hard. Trouble eventually turned up in the form of Jessica Knightly. Jess was the first person that Oliver ever had real, terrifying, feelings for.

She was his girlfriend and she loved him. Like, really, truly loved him. With Jess came an invitation to her tight knit friend group and a real sense of belonging. Things were good for a while, you know? But Oliver didn’t become any less afraid of commitment or being a disappointment. In fact, he’d been so afraid of screwing things up, of Jess really being something real, that he put the ultimate nail in their coffin. Isobel Prescott was hell on high heels and when push came to shove, he couldn’t walk away from hooking up with her. That’s when things started to spiral from bad to worse. Oliver went through the motions after Jess broke up with him out of the blue, only finding out that she knew about his night with Isobel after. He was proud and angry. Ashamed and apologetic. He never really got the chance to tell Jess how sorry he was for hurting her and after everything, he’s not sure what it would mean now. Oliver tried his best to move on from it all, once again deciding he was better off alone. Better off not caring.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

Oliver was not a part of the Original Takedown but GG does have something on him. As was expected, Mr Andrews has started to groom him to take over the family business. Oliver’s been deliberately sabotaging his father’s business deals by just not caring and being rude and reckless with clients. Oliver’s secretly hoping his dad will fire him and he’ll be free of that particular expectation.

Connections

Caisson Andrews - the little bro! Oli and Caisson are a team. They have each other’s backs and will always bail each other out. They promise not to judge each other’s worst mistakes (although may poke fun at them) and keep each other sane at family events.

Jessica Knightly - the ex. Jess was his first serious relationship and he ruined it. Still thinks about her.

Isobel Prescott - Isobel was Jess’ best friend. And then one night, at one birthday party, Isobel was the one first kiss he regretted. Later, Isobel would try to save her own skin with Jess by telling everyone how Oli had led her on, said that he loved her and that they’d be together. The way Jess looked at him then... The lies were exposed, of course, but the damage had been done. It’ll surely be a cold day in hell when Isobel Prescott apologizes though.

Logan Hunter and Ceren Celik-Montgomery - Jess’ other two besties and his former friends.

Felicity Sanderson - childhood bestie! Felicity used to babysit Oliver when he was a kid and he’s always thought she was the coolest. Someone who he can really talk to.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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[jjacob]

all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !! 

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju​ the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES. 

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

[miracleonice87]

13 w matty tkachuk please! i LOVE this prompt list!

thank you, love! this one’s almost 800 words. easily one of my favorites I wrote this round. ❤️ y’all know I love a Tkachuk family vibe

Lookin' back on my life, you're the only good I've ever done / Yeah, you, if it's not you, it's not anyone (Anyone, Justin Bieber) - Matthew Tkachuk

Matthew wasn’t sure what he had expected to feel as you walked down the aisle toward him on your wedding day, but flashing back to all the so-called major moments of his life before he’d found you wasn’t exactly what he’d anticipated.

He thought back to joining the USNTDP and developing his proficiency of the game of hockey; to his junior days, scoring that game-winning Memorial Cup goal for London; to getting drafted by the Flames and the big-time celebration that followed alongside his family and friends; to his first game played in the NHL; his first goal; his first hat trick; and every award and accolade he’d racked up after that.

But, looking back on his life, Matthew realized, you were the only good he’d ever done. The absolute best thing that had ever happened to him.

When you finally reached the altar, wearing the most dazzling smile, and took his hand as the officiant commenced the ceremony by welcoming your guests, Matthew tried his hardest to pay attention to what the man was saying — he really did. But now, he found himself lost in just how much better his world was with you in it. Every day, every hour, every moment was better. He was a better friend, a better teammate, a better brother, a better son, a better man. Matthew Tkachuk was better for knowing you, better for loving you, better for calling you his.

When it came time to deliver his vows, Matthew didn’t even need to take out the folded sheet of paper that Brady had reminded him to tuck into his inside jacket pocket. Looking at you, the most radiant he had ever seen you in his life, the words quickly and easily started to flow straight from his soul.

“I never really believed in meeting ‘the one’ before I met you, babe,” he began. “I just thought that two people kind of stumble across each other and decide that they’re good for one another, and that that’s how they’d end up together, get married, and, usually, live happily ever after. But then, I did meet you, and… I mean, I don’t know if you thought so, but I knew the second we first spoke that you were the one for me. I was so scared to screw things up — to lose you by my own doing. I mean, shit, I still am.”

Much of the crowd chuckled then, Keith’s giggle audible over all others. Chantal gave him a warning glance, to which he quietly responded, “What? It’s good for ‘im.” With a soft laugh of her own, she playfully squeezed Keith’s knee as they refocused their attention on their eldest son, who started to speak again.

“But today, I vow to do everything in my power to keep you in my life. I promise to pursue you, to listen to you, and to put your needs ahead of my own, every single day. I promise to keep you safe, to comfort you, to protect you. I promise to spend the rest of my days making you as happy as I possibly can, whether that’s telling my cheesy dad jokes just to make you roll your eyes at me, or holding you in silence on a bad day. Most of all, I vow to be the best partner to you that I can be, because for me, babe… if it’s not you… it’s not anyone.”

Matthew struggled to get out those last few phrases, his voice confident however much it wavered thanks to the lump in his throat and the tears pooled in his eyes. You frowned and blinked in a futile attempt not to cry, and you were thankful when Taryn gently tapped your shoulder and offered you a handkerchief, her own eyes shining with tears. You accepted it gratefully and turned back to Matthew as he continued following a soft, sweet, “thanks, Tar,” and after clearing his throat.

“Forever’s not enough time to love you the way that I want to, babe, but for every day of our lives, I hope you know how much I do love you. How much I will always love you. I cannot wait to wake up beside you each morning, even when we’re old and grey. No matter what happens in our lives from here on out, babe, you are the only one I’ll ever love.”

From the sniffles that sounded across the crowd of those closest to you, you knew that yours and Matthew’s weren’t the only tears being shed. You mouthed, “thank you,” to him as you squeezed his hands tightly, which he returned, followed by his own mouthed message — “I love you” — and a wink that was so characteristically Matthew.